Once she arrived at the hotel the only thing she did was change her damp panties when she saw how badly her womanly juices had stained the gusset where they'd leaked from her arousal. Then after applying a little perfume to her throat and wrists she headed back out. The man at the front desk gave her the directions and it wasn't far away so she could walk, which was for the best anyway. At that moment her stomach was full of butterflies and she hoped the physical activity would help to calm her. While she walked she took a somewhat circuitous route for she had a little time to kill until six thirty and it gave her a chance to explore the neighborhood, if only for a little while.
As she walked along a street both parallel to and between the hotel and the diner she was heading to, her brown eyes fell upon a bar that stood out due to its name on the awning. Overall from the outside it looked non de at best but since it was called bOb it made her laugh as she thought of her portly co-worker. Also knowing how nervous she was Grace decided that perhaps an adult beverage might relax her a little and make her inhibitions recede. She wasn't normally much of a drinker, on occasion she would have a glass of wine or a couple of beers with dinner but that evening she was looking for something stronger.
Steeling herself, she walked in the door and once reaching the interior she almost turned around and left but didn't. The first thing she'd noticed was it smelled of stale sweat and beer and it also appeared a bit run down. However she wasn't there for the ambience, she told herself, but just to have a drink. At the moment there was only the bartender and another worker besides herself there, for the establishment had just opened and it wasn't until late night that the place really came to life.
"Evening, what'll you have?" the man asked as she approached the bar.
"Um, I guess I'll have a margarita," Grace replied, remembering she'd always enjoyed them on the rare occasions she'd had one, usually when out with girlfriends celebrating one of life's little milestones.
"With salt?" he asked as he reached for a glass.
"Yes please," she replied and within seconds she was sitting there drinking the frosty tequila beverage.
Maybe it was from being nervous or just thirsty but she drank it down in record time and with it still being early Grace assented when the bartender asked if she wanted another. This one she had the presence of mind to sip slowly, until noticing on her watch it was nearing six thirty so she downed the final third of the drink. Leaving a tip on the bar she then stood and when she did she felt momentarily lightheaded as the alcohol rushed to her head.
'Grace, you should have only had one,' she thought to herself, 'especially since you didn't eat much today.'
She stood still for a few seconds to steady herself, after which she walked slowly and a trifle unsteadily to the exit. Stepping outside she felt a little better so she resumed walking to the diner and arrived there right after six thirty. It appeared to be a somewhat old school style diner having a long counter with stools and multiple ceiling fans going at once with small tables and chairs in the front and booths lining both walls in the back section.
Before the hostess had a chance to approach her Grace recognized Sal sitting in one of the far booths facing the front. Without waiting to be seated she strutted purposefully toward him as she felt her heart beating a mile a minute. When she stopped in front of the booth he rose with a questioning expression.
"Grace?" he asked.
"Uh huh and you're Sal," she replied with a smile while extending her delicate hand in his direction.
His much larger one swallowed hers as he leaned down and kissed her cheek in greeting after which he guided her into the seat facing the rear of the diner then slid in next to her. It was a tight fit but at the moment she welcomed the closeness of his burly body against her petite frame and it didn't hurt that he was wearing a nice smelling cologne. Her husband never wore one and Grace liked that Sal did, for she had a keen sense of smell and it stimulated her to a certain degree.
"Hmm, you smell nice," she told him as she turned to face him.
"Thanks, so do you but you look even better."
Her face became beet red from his compliment and she looked down while adjusting the frames of her glasses. At that moment a waitress arrived, sparing Grace from having to reply to him for which she was grateful, for it had been many years since she'd been in such a position.
"Can I get you anything to drink to start with?" the woman asked.
"Sure, I'll have a Chivas with soda," he replied, "and what about you Grace?"
"Umm, I'll have a margarita," she answered for since she was planning on eating she figured one more drink wouldn't hurt and with what she had planned it would probably help.
Not knowing what to say and being nervous she began flipping through the menu. This also gave her idle hands something to do and when she finally raised her eyes she saw Sal was staring at the rings on her left hand.
"So you're married Grace," he said as a statement rather than a question.
"Uh huh. Is that a problem?" she asked softly.
"No, not really. After all I'm married as well so who am I to judge?"
They sat there in silence for a minute until the waitress returned with their drinks.
"Are you guys ready to order?" she asked as she made eye contact with Sal.
"Give us a few minutes," he replied for he saw Grace again start to frantically flip through the menu.
"Don't know what you want?" he inquired after the waitress rolled her eyes and departed.
"I'm not sure. You say you come here, what do they have that's good but not too fattening?"
He chuckled at her statement and shook his head before answering.
"The last thing you need to worry about is whether the food is fattening, I think. However my general policy when ordering from diners is to keep it simple. I'll usually order a sandwich or burger, nothing too fancy. Diners usually don't do that well. Tonight I'm leaning toward a burger - some red meat to give me extra vigor for later," he told her while raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner.
