The Widow in the Rain
Date: 7/13/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: benawriter, Source: LushStories
It was myfirst night in town and I decided to go out, somewhere, anywhere, to break the boredom of my quiet suite. As I stepped outside the lobby downstairs I faced a wall of rain, a downpour that, backed by almost deafening thunder promised to continue for some time. Glancing to my left I saw the small outside patio, an extension of the hotel restaurant, covered by a slanted roof. The rain pounded on it and ran down its slope onto the sidewalk in splattering sheets. At one of the small tables under the patio was a woman sitting quietly, observing the occasional vehicle passing by in the wet street in front of the hotel. Her face was almost pale with just a hint of blush, lipstick as dark as her long auburn hair. Her green eyes were a vivid contrast to her hair but not to her outfit. Dressed in a white blouse, a peach pantsuit, and cream colored pumps, she had her hands clasped in her lap, her legs crossed at the ankles. As I approached, she turned to me and smiled politely. “Hello,” she said, as though she knew me. “Are you alright, Ma’am?” I asked. She appeared to be near forty, but her face was without wrinkles or worry. She was slim but the fit of her pants hinted at well-toned legs. “Yes, thank you,” she replied. “Are you waiting for someone?” I pressed. “I’m a widow; I shall always be waiting for someone,” she replied softly, still holding a weak smile. “May I sit down?” I asked, pointing to a chair on the opposite side of her table. “Yes, of course,” she answered. ...