Protector Plus

I didn’t really fancy eating in the restaurant alone, so I ordered room service and chatted with Callum. It wasn’t difficult to work out that Callum didn’t really want to chat as he was going out with his mates. The call ended with perfunctory comments of, “Be good,” and, “Love you.”

I fancied a glass of wine, so decided that rather than order room service, as it felt a bit alcoholic to order a glass of wine, I would go to the bar. I rationalised to myself that I would bring it back to the room and watch a bit of TV.

Standing at the bar, I looked around as I waited for the bartender to bring me my large glass of Chardonnay. Sitting in the corner were a couple of women, one of whom had their back to me. The one facing me was a pretty blonde woman, her hair drawn back in a ponytail, listening intently to the woman with her back to me. I couldn’t see her face, but something told me that it was Lorna, who must be meeting her old friend.

As I didn’t want to disturb, I picked up my wine, and as I did, the woman with her back to me leaned over and kissed the blonde woman. It wasn’t the brief peck of friends; this was the lingering kiss between two lovers. I was shocked, but before I could react, they stood and hand in hand headed to the lift. I was right in my guess that it was Lorna. I was fairly certain they hadn’t seen me, but I turned away like I had seen a ghost. I waited until the lift returned empty before I scuttled to my room, feeling guilty for some unknown reason.

She had never mentioned a husband, but she had hinted at a partner, so maybe this was an illicit affair. I wasn’t concerned if Lorna was a lesbian; in fact, the idea felt mysterious, almost exotic.

I woke around two in the morning and lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, wondering about what I had witnessed. Was I seeing something that wasn’t there? Did I read something into that kiss that perhaps I wanted?

I had never been attracted to other women; it just wasn’t my thing. Sure, I had been chatted up a few times without really realising it, but hadn’t even kissed another woman, well, not sexually.

I always sleep naked, and as I had been thinking, I suddenly realised that my hand had strayed to my pussy. I slipped a finger inside and realised I was wet. A thought sprang into my head, “Was this due to me thinking about Lorna?” I could feel myself blushing in the darkness, but I didn’t stop teasing my clit.

Then another thought entered my brain, “Would it be being unfaithful to Callum if I slept with another woman?”

To try to clear my head of these confusing thoughts, I got up. My room overlooked the entrance, and still in darkness, I opened the window to let in some air. As I looked, I saw a woman walk across the car park to a waiting Uber. As she got into the car, I could see it was the woman Lorna was kissing in the bar and had taken to her room.