A Long Way For A Hot Tub
I started talking to this guy online, which led to phone calls. After six months of this, we decided it was time to meet. So, I booked a flight to where he lived. I was due to arrive Saturday morning at 11:00 am. But through the magic of air travel, I didn't get there until 6:00 pm. The original plan was for him to pick me up at the airport and take me to my hotel. Being it was our first meeting, I thought it would be safer if I had my own place to stay. When the plane landed, I called him. He asked me to take the airport shuttle to the hotel and he waited for me in the lobby. Upon checking in, we hugged and kissed. It was so good to be with him. Then we went up to the room. He stayed for about thirty minutes and then had to leave for "personal" reasons. He said he would be back soon. I took a shower and, with only a towel wrapped around me, I sprawled out on the bed and fell fast to sleep after my horrendous day. He came back after midnight and woke me. I asked about getting some food, but the hotel's kitchen was closed. Being he was from the area, I thought maybe we could run out for a bite to eat. But instead, we ended up in bed. He left a short time later, again telling me to be ready at 10:00 am so we could take off for the day. He shows up to get me and informs me that he has a birthday party for his grandson. He felt uncomfortable taking me since there was no mention of me to his kids. He left me at a mall for two hours to buy things for my daughters. We returned to the hotel, had sex, and again he had to leave. The third day I didn't open my door when he came. I took the shuttle back to the airport the day I was to leave. He admitted to me when I got back home he was a married man. All I can say is that least the hot tub at the hotel was a delight since the company and the sex wasn't that good.
— Sandy, 28