Ann: A Love Story Ch. 52

"I already told you, Anna. The rest of this trip is going to be full of surprises...and you're just going to have to take them as they come."

"Well...I know you had some help. Was it Tina? It had to be Tina...right? The dress had to be Tina too!"

"You know I'm not going to tell you anything," I said as I calmly ate another bite of my perfectly baked potato.

"Aw!" Ann exclaimed, pouting in a way that reminded me of one of her friend Dana's young girls.

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As we stood at the counter in the lobby of the hotel waiting to be helped, Ann looked around at the grandeur of the place. It really was a spectacular room. It wasn't over done, or gaudy. It was very tasteful and elegant. It made you feel welcome, but it also made you feel special just for being there.

Ann was absolutely giddy, her hand squeezing mine tightly as she held it. "This place is magnificent, Neil. How did you even know it was here?"

Just then, an attractive older woman of about 50 came to the counter and said, "May I help you, sir?"

"Yes Shirley," I said as I read her badge. "We have a reservation, under the name 'Thomas'."

"Yes sir. Just one minute," she said as she started rifling through her little index box of alphabetized cards.

"We have a reservation?" Ann asked as she batted her big brown eyes at me in surprise.

"Yes...you do Miss Franklin," Shirley said with a smile, "And you're just in time." Both Ann and I glanced past Shirley to the clock on the wall, which said it was 7:35 local time.

I tried to look confident, like I knew what she was talking about all along. But Ann asked the question that was really on both of our minds. "In time for what?"

"Your evening. Sign here please, Mr. Thomas," Shirley said, sliding the paper across the counter. I looked at it quickly, and saw a couple of extra charges that were interesting...but it also let me know that Tina had been successful, at least as far as the first stop on our trip.

"Our evening?" Ann said.

"Yes, Miss Franklin. You have dinner reservations for 8:30 at a wonderful seafood restaurant not very far from here. And then you have a 10:00 appointment with your masseuse."

"My WHAT?" Ann asked.

I winked at Ann and said, "Your masseuse, Anna. To give you a massage."

"But..."

"That's right Miss Franklin. You have a half-hour full body massage at 10:00. Here's your room keys, sir."

"Thanks Shirley," I said, handing one to Ann. "Why don't you go on up and get in the shower. I'll bring our stuff. We need to get going if we're going to make dinner."

"Wh...what? I don't have any..."

"Everything you need is in the suite, Miss Franklin. And if it's not, just let me know and I'll have whatever you need sent up. Elevator's are down this hall on your left. You're on the fourth floor. Turn right out of the elevator, and your room is at the end of the hall on the left."

"Uh...okay," Ann said, a stunned expression on her face.

I patted her on her ass and said, "Get going, babe. We don't want to be late for dinner, or your massage."

Ann took a couple of steps, then she turned and looked over her shoulder as that last part registered. A shy smile crossed her face, and she actually skipped a couple of steps as she headed around the corner.

I laughed and turned back to Shirley, who was smiling wide. "That went well," I said with a big grin of my own.

"It certainly did," Shirley chuckled.

"Excuse me?" I said, a little surprised at her response.

Shirley put out her hand, and said, "Hi Neil...I'm Shirley. I'm the person that's been talking to Tina. I actually switched shifts tonight because I just had to meet the two of you. I've been on pins and needles all afternoon wondering when you were going to get here."

I shook her hand politely and said, "Really? You actually changed shifts?"

"Just for today. I've talked to Tina a couple of times, and the more I talked to her, the more curious I got. And finally I realized that I was always going to be curious unless I met you and Ann."

"Curious...about what?"

"Well, let's just say that Tina's been pretty forthcoming with information about your relationship with your fiancée."

I arched my eyebrow, looking at Shirley a little differently. Not sexually...although she was very attractive. I looked at her differently because she knew about Ann and me, and suddenly I realized that I might be being judged in some way.

"Really?" I said, trying not to show that I was a little unnerved, although I really didn't know why. After going a couple of years of being self conscious because my failed marriage had wracked my confidence, I was now totally comfortable with who I was. And I was just as comfortable with who Ann and I were together.

And that newfound confidence must have been what shown on my face. Shirley read the tone of my voice and my facial expression differently than I'd anticipated. She actually started to blush and said, "Oh...my. No Neil...I didn't mean to give you the impression that I..."

I quickly realized what Shirley knew about me and Ann came through the Tina filter. And Tina was trying to set up an adventure for us that would be as exciting as what she and I had shared because of Ann. So it was easy to assume that most of what Tina had told Shirley was sexually enhanced. And that meant that Shirley thought I was looking at her as a potential sexual partner for myself and Ann.

I laughed and said, "It's okay, Shirley. Contrary to what Tina may have told you, I don't look at every hot woman that I see and think that I'm going to have sex with them. That's really not what I'm about...and neither is Ann."

"Well, that's a relief...wait...hot?"

"Yes...why?"

Shirley blushed again, waving her hand in front of her face. "I guess I really am now," she said, trying to laugh off the comment.

"You were hot when we walked in, Shirley...and my guess is you've been hot since you were a teenager...and cute before that," I grinned.

"My...you are quite the little charmer, aren't you?"

"Just making conversation," I said laughing.

"I'm pretty sure it's a little more than just conversation," Shirley said as she stood up straight, and smiled back at me.

That surprised me a little. I really was just flirting, and I had no intentions of anything more. I wondered if I'd opened my big mouth one time too many, but I'd already started down the path. I knew it was probably wiser to just back off, but I leaned on the counter and said, "Well, there are lots of different ways people communicate...I just happen to like flirting."

Shirley put her hand up to brush her hair, making sure I saw that she was wearing a wedding ring. I smiled knowingly, and moved back a little as a response. It wasn't verbal, but my body language told her I understood. And I was relieved actually. I wanted to be with Ann...and the thought of 'entertaining' another person didn't really fit my mood at the moment.

Shirley's eyes sparkled when she saw that I got her unspoken message, and she said, "You've been wonderful for my ego, Neil."

"And you've been nice to play along," I said softly.

"Neil," she acknowledged, "it's not like it isn't a very tempting thought. But my husband isn't as progressive in his thinking about marriage like you and Ann seem to be. After all...this is Utah. It's pretty conservative."

"You make it sound like you're not as conservative as the rest of the state."

"I'm from Nevada originally. He's from Utah. It's amazing how big the differences are just because of a state line. You'd think they were two different countries, really."

"So...you're..."

"Wishing I was back in Nevada, most of the time. Maybe things would be different. But, we're good. Don't want to make it sound like I'm unhappy or anything. And I'm certainly not going to jeopardize my marriage on a foolish moment of fantasy. But I was intrigued enough to want to meet you. That says something, I suppose."

I didn't push it. I could feel I was on the outer fringes of another one of those moments Ann and I seemed to continually stumble across. There was a wonderful, amazing woman standing in front of me...and we might be able to bring out the sexual side of her that was somehow buried, beneath years of boredom and staleness caused by a life of routine.

But in this case, I sensed there was too much trepidation, both in Shirley, and in myself. As much as we might have been able to spring those feelings of pent up frustration loose, there seemed to be an overwhelming vibe that told me it wasn't right. Some things really aren't worth the risk...and Shirley's marriage was at the top of that list. My plans of a night with alone Ann were a very close second.

I smiled and tried to change the focus of the conversation. I knew I needed to tread cautiously...not wanting to have it be so obvious that I was regretting anything I said. There really wasn't any harm in flirting with Shirley...but I also didn't want her to think anything I'd said was ingenuous.

"So...what intrigued you enough to make yourself change shifts?" I asked.

"Tina. She was so positive on the phone. I really didn't believe her at first, but she kind of has this way..."

"Kind of wears on you, doesn't she? She is amazing."

"It sounds to me like Ann is too! My goodness!"

"She is," I said, perhaps uttering the biggest understatement I'd ever uttered.

Shirley walked back to a desk against the back wall, and picked up a little package off of the top of it. It was an express letter package, and I was sure it was handled by Marlin, looking at the postal mark on the front.

"This came for you this morning. It's from Tina. She told me to tell you that Ann isn't supposed to see this," she said as she handed it to me. I resisted the urge to open it right away, instead asking about the itinerary for the evening. Shirley smiled and said, "I'm sure you noticed some extra things on your bill."

"Yeah...what's with the 'dry cleaning' here," I asked, pointing at the room bill.

She laughed and said, "Well, I didn't know if Ann was going to ever see the bill...and I had to hide the dress. So I hid it in a line item that kind of made sense."

"Dress? What dress?"

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As I rode up the elevator with Johnny, the bellhop, I couldn't stop staring at him. He was young, personable, and looked eerily similar in a lot of ways to the guy that had done the very same thing for Tina and me when we were at the hotel in Virginia. But it wasn't just that he had the same job, or a similar build that had me doing double takes. It was that he also had the same name.

"What are the fucking odds of that!" I said to myself as I glanced over at him for the third time.

When Shirley had told me that 'Johnny' would be happy to get our bags from the car and bring them to our room, I actually snorted. Then I asked her if I heard her right. When she said it again and asked why, I went the 'never mind' route and let it go as a coincidence. Then I met him, and I'm sure I freaked a little.

I mean, I KNEW it wasn't the same guy. He had a slightly different length hair, a deeper voice...maybe a little stockier. But he was close enough in his overall appearance at first glance that it unnerved me for just a moment. I half expected him to ask me something about Tina...or to start talking about Tammy, the cute young woman that worked at the hotel with him that Tina and I helped him hook up with. Well, not him...the other Johnny.

But this Johnny was all business, coming with me to the car, taking the bags, and waiting for me to join him after I parked the car. Once in the elevator, he stared straight ahead with a stoic, professional expression on his face. He ignored my occasional stares in his direction, and the goofy look I must have had on my face. Or he just didn't notice. Or maybe he just didn't care. He got off the elevator first and led me down the hall to our room. Opening the door to an amazing suite, he put our luggage in the appropriate places and handed me the key.

"Will there be anything else, sir?" he asked politely.

I handed him a five-dollar bill and said, "No...that'll be it."

With a simple nod, he closed the door behind him on the way out. I shook my head, and smiled to myself as I thought about the previous edition of Johnny, and the last time I remembered seeing him...cumming in the mouth of Melody, the young mother I was fucking...while Tina was screwing her husband Kyle in the other room. A quick flash went through my mind as I thought of a naked Ann in the shower, and the two images melded. Just as I thought of this new Johnny in a similar situation with Ann and me, I freaked again.

"I don't think so," I said to myself as I quickly shook my head. I'd just reaffirmed that I wasn't willing to let Ann fuck another man, and at that moment I didn't even want her to suck his cock. And that was interesting, since I'd willingly let her suck Chad just a couple of days before, and I still didn't have a problem with that. I wondered if it was different because Chad was a friend, or because the game was involved. Maybe it was that I had a problem with it being a stranger. All I knew for sure was that what happened with the first Johnny wouldn't be happening with the second one.

It was still weighing on my mind when I passed a mirror, and noticed that I was still clutching the envelope that Shirley had handed me, and that I hadn't opened it yet. With Ann in the shower, my thoughts shifted, and I became excited as I found a letter opener in a desk in the living room, and I sliced the package open to reveal the contents.

Inside, there was another envelope, along with a couple of maps, confirmation documents, and what amounted to a vague itinerary. I left those alone for the moment, and opened up the letter. Pulling out the folded stationery, I opened the handwritten note. I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation as I read the first line

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Hey Stud!

Hope things are going fantastic on your trip so far. I know it must be amazing for you and Ann to be back together again! I'm so thrilled for the two of you.

I have to tell you, I've been one busy little Pussy since you called me. (Galore, that is. Don't want you to think all I do is fuck!) Anyway, I actually had a bit of luck, starting with Shirley. She was incredibly helpful in setting up tonight for you. If you aren't aware by now, I had her make a dinner reservation for you at a seafood restaurant she recommended.

And I also set up a massage for Ann, hoping to light a fire in her for you...not that you need help, Stud. You've always done just fine doing that on your own from what I remember. But you said you needed to pamper Ann, and that's one of the first things I thought of. Shirley was huge in making that happen too, and in getting the dress. I got Ann's size from the store where she worked. (I still had the number from the letter she sent). I had Shirley get her something to wear for dinner tonight. She's adding that to the hotel bill, and she faxed me a copy of the actual receipt so you'll have it.

As for the rest of the week, I'm really excited because I was able to set up some more things. You have reservations to stay someplace every night, and a couple more surprises. I'm still working out some of the details, and I need to get this sent off, so I can't tell you all of it now. But I'm hoping you'll be happy with what I've done so far, and what I'm hoping to do.

There are directions, and confirmations are in the packet for where you're staying at tomorrow night. I'm trying to plot it out so that it makes sense. Nancy helped with the driving times and recommended the right stop off points. But like I said, I'm still working out the details. I know it's not a theme, like our Bond mission was. But you said you needed to pamper Ann, so that's my mission. (I guess that is a theme, huh!)

Have a good time, and make sure you fuck Ann like you fucked me on our trip! I'll see you both when you get back to Indiana. I'm so excited about finally meeting Ann I can't stand it!

Tina

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I leafed through the papers that Tina had sent along with her letter, getting a quick feel for where we'd be staying the next night. She made it sound like she just thrown everything together, but there was a lot of detail, particularly in the maps and directions. I knew that was most likely the handiwork of Nancy. She was so much more than just a self professed slut. She was amazing at organization and detailed planning.

But Tina's figurative fingerprints were all over the packet too. She had taken my innocent comment about my needing to pamper Ann on the way home, the way her Uncle Marty had instructed me to do, and she ran with it. Nancy didn't know I needed to pamper Ann. And unless she told Nancy, which I doubted, then it was only logical that Tina was orchestrating the rest. And the thought of that brought a smile to my face. It was a smile that got wider when I heard the shower turn off. I could tell that Ann was hurrying by the frantic sounds that were coming from behind the door. I hid away the packet of things that Tina had sent to me into one of the pockets of my suitcase. I was pulling out a pair of dress pants when Ann came bursting through the bathroom door.

"Hurry, baby! The bathroom is yours. We don't want to be late."

"Late for what...dinner, or your date with your masseuse?" I said with a grin, picturing a big strapping guy named Sven using his muscular hands to knead her half-naked body.

"NEIL! STOP THAT! I don't want to be late for dinner...but I need fucked. Take a quick shower, and then let's have a quickie before we go eat. I need to cum so bad, and I know you do too."

I grabbed the rest of my clothes and headed into the bathroom. I looked at Ann, naked and still dripping as she toweled off. I felt my cock start to rise, but I resisted. "We don't have time, babe. But that doesn't mean we can't still have some fun."

"Baby...please! I can take another shower...with YOU!"

"No...we'll just have to wait. But we can talk about what we want to do to each other over dinner."

Ann was exasperated, but she looked at the clock next to the bed and realized I was right. Resigned to the limits time was putting on us, she said, "Fine...if we're not going to do anything now, then I don't want to even think or talk about sex until we can get back here to the room, or I'm not going to enjoy dinner at all."

I wanted Ann to have a good time. I wanted to pamper her. And making her more sexually frustrated wasn't going to help with either of those. I knew I needed to change the subject, so I looked around, and smiled. "It is quite a room, isn't it?"

And it was. It was very similar to the room I'd stayed in with Tina. There wasn't the huge wall of windows, and the living room area wasn't as big. But it did have a separate bedroom, and the large double doors that opened to it. The room was tastefully decorated in a contemporary way, with warm colors. I couldn't help but feel at home there, and I knew Ann felt the same way.

She smiled as she stopped to actually notice, and said, "Yes...it's beautiful."

"Well, why don't you look around the suite, and find the new dress you're going to wear tonight."

Ann's eyes got wide, and she dropped her towel, running naked, heading for the closet in the bedroom. With her mind on that instead of sex, I closed the bathroom door to get ready. As much as I wanted to fuck Ann, I was also starving. And I didn't want to be late for dinner either.

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Standing in the elevator holding Ann's hand, I couldn't take my eyes off her reflection in the silver doors. It was a little distorted...not the perfect, clear image that you'd get from glass or a mirror. But it was a good enough that my cock was at attention, and my heart was beating a hundred times a minute.