The Sacred Vow

They Meet

Kip becomes more and more scared as the girl on the other end of the hall runs to him. She looks wild. Hair all over the place. Soft, long nightgown flowing behind her. She is fast. She looks furious. He almost turns around and runs back to his room, but she slides to a stop in her socks, at the elevator. Dancing by herself, she loudly cheers as she presses the button to go down. 

"Why is this man looking at me? My dance is something private and he should look away. Wasn't he taught any manners?" Wendy thought to herself as she was holding the finishing move of her happy dance for eight counts.

"That was quite some dancing," Kip says as he finally approaches her. He is a slow walker. 

"I only talk to my husband and the bartender. You may talk to me, but don't expect responses."

Fiesty. He likes that, "You just responded to me."

Wendy blushes in frustration and remains silent.

The elevator dings to notify the late night passengers of its arrival. They step inside. Wendy rushes to press the button and lets out a sigh of relief that sounds an awful lot like Jordan's sex moan.

"What if I told you I was a bartender?" 

She looks at him and shakes her head, knowing he was lying. To her, he looks more like a librarian, or waste management driver. She looks dead ahead. 

Kip stands a bit closer to her. Her stomach grumbles. He laughs, "Are you hungry? I promised my wife I wouldn't eat anything, but I can buy you something at the bar downstairs." 

She continues to stare straight ahead.

"My wife and I are here to do The Jump. Are you going to do that?"

No response.

"Well since you're not going to talk or give any sort of response I suppose you wouldn't mind me stepping in front of you," he steps and does some funny facial expressions and dance moves.

Jordan breaks her rigid composure and looks up at him and smiles coyly. She steps back a little bit, "I would love for you to buy me food."

The elevator indicates it's time for them to exit. They exit.

They find some lounge chair in the empty bar and sit a safe distance away from each other. 

Wendy stuffs her face with fries and a burger while Kip watches her. Where does she put all that food? Kip pays, and they return to the elevator.

"Why did you wife say not to eat? I love eating!" 

"She was talking about pussy, but she doesn't like to eat alone either."

"Like I said, I love eating!"

He looks at her bewildered and has disturbing flashbacks of Jordan scarfing down pickles and drinking a ketchup and mayo mixture. He shivers.

She looks at him and licks her lips. He is unsure if she's trying to seduce him or reach the pocket of salt in her left dimple and the A1 sauce on her chin. 

He looks at Jordan trying to stretch out her tongue and thinking about having to explain that he did not eat but also spent money on food. 

After fetching the leftovers off her face, she boldly asks him what he likes in bed. He explains:

"I love pulling her hair and spanking her. Moving her head where I want it to go. Busting moves that I know will make her scream but forcing her to be quiet..."

As he rattles off what he likes he notices Wendy's salty hand move to her clitoris. He holds his breath because he knows from experience that salt does not mix with that sweetness. He remember one of his first dates with Jordan. They went to Wendy's, oddly enough, to get a bag full of sea salt fries. In that parking lot they were about to have a quickie, but the salt irritated both of them. 

Wendy's hand runs higher, closer to her vagina. She scoops under and scratches. She looks at Kip, "Guys scratch their balls in public, why can't I?" She stops, smells, then lets her hand fall to her side. Kip breathes normally again. 

DING! 

They exit the elevator with a quiet good bye and good morning, and go to their rooms.

Kip returns to his room, strips, and cuddles up with his wife. She turns over to him, eyes shooting open, in a groggy voice, "Would you ever consider having another girl or couple with us in the bedroom?"

He has a flashback to his night downstairs with the scary, hungry woman with no shoes, "Never, honey. You're all I need."