In 2008 my industry’s main conference was at the h rise Hollywood Renaissance hotel (now Loews I think). If the meeting was in a fun location, Lila usually went along. With a typical attendance of 2000 or more, hospitality suites and spouse tours, she always managed to have fun. Over 20 years of many one night stands with lucky guys at the conference. Up til now, none of those had been with guys who I really knew. They were either sales reps, husbands of female members of the profession, or other colleagues who had a few degrees of separation. That changed in Hollywood. We ran into a fairly good friend of mine from Pittsburg at the opening night reception and ended up joining a small dinner party at the nearby Mondrian hotel, which set the mood for the rest of the night. The Mondrian has a gated pool area next to the restaurant, and instead of pool furniture, there are fully upholstered queen beds all around the pool! As our dinner wound down and we were saying thanks to the vendor host, Lila and Carson strolled over to the beds we had all been intrigued with during dinner talks. They walked around the gate to enter. Hotel security ignored them as sun was still up and the hotel guests had not really started to flock to the pool that early in the evening. I stayed outside the area nursing my 3rd or 4th gin and tonic and watched them. It was their first time to meet and Carson had already succumbed to Lila’s flirtatious southern belle innuendo. I could tell he was confused what with it going on under my nose in front of professional colleagues, but his pecker made him eager to see if she was more than all talk. She had already made a lot of laughing statements about me and that she hoped he would party all night as I usually faded fast at these things. He said he had Staying Power, and she caught on right away.
So, they try out a bed by sitting on it, facing pool. I couldn’t hear them but pretty soon they both laid on their backs with legs hanging over side. Lila was dressed to play, wearing tight white slacks and a light white summer blouse with only 3 front buttons, but at this point we both wished she had on one of her short skirts or dresses. I watched them with interest and nervousness, as there were still some from our group who were openly watching the show and making jokes they meant for me to hear about ‘Kurt’s wife and Carson’ in bed together.
They were in casual conversation, lying side by side but not touching but occasionally turning their face to each other to talk, and their eyes and lips were pretty damn close at times. I think there was some touching of hips and thighs and for sure feet that were out of sight. My little 4 inch cannon was rock hard with angst and possibilities. I crossed over the gate and coughed loudly so they would know I was crashing their 15 minute bed party. I said why don’t we head back toward the Renaissance and find a bar. I almost buckled when Lila put her face on top of his and gave him a slippery quick kiss and said “my husband is kicking us out of bed” and laughed. He got up and pulled her up and held her while she steadied (she had more cocktails than I had at that point).
We made our way to the shopping and night club complex that adjoins the lower floors of the Hollywood hotel next to Graumans. There was a small restaurant with outdoor seating a few floors up. and we sat there and Lila ordered champagne bottle, a very unusual order I thought. That explanation came later.
For the next hour there was a lot of bubbly followed by Merlot, and Lila and Carson were in a world of their own. After a few drinks, I have to pee every 20 minutes and each time I left them, I took my time getting back to them and would linger in the restaurant foyer where I could see them and not be noticed. Starting with my first trip, I found them sticking tongues down each other, with knees interlocked . I knew Carson was going to get a more complete taste of Lila, just didn’t know how we were going to make the awkward handoff. He and I were business associates and he knew nothing about Lila cucking me for last 25 years. But he also knew that she was kissing him and saying sweet naughty nothings when I was out of sightand providing easy viewing of her fabulous titties in her thin bra
Our hotel room was in the adjacent tower somewhere around 25th floor level, and I was pretty sure I would have a view of our little umbrella table as this area was on top a connection and on same level as top of parking deck. I know that sounds very contrived but it was all just by chance. After my 3rd trip to pisser, there wasn’t much need for them to break off the kissing when I returned, it was pretty open at that point. Lila, in her Southern Belle way, just said things like “Kurt, why haven’t I ever met Carson before at the conferences. He’s so funny!” “Kurt, Carson and I may go on the spouse tour to Malibu tomorrow, is that okay?”. (one of her most exciting conference affairs started on a spouse tour in toronto a few years before, so I knew what that meant).
SO, I made the Grand Gesture and said “Well, Lila was right earlier tonight . I am all in and going to go to the room. If yall want to stay and have another drink or two, that is fine with me.” I ordered them two glasses of wine, paid the tab, shook his hand and gave Lila a kiss and I rubbed her boob . Carson saw that but said nothing. I got to the room as quickly as I could , looked out the window and could actually see them but they were like ants in the spotty outdoor lighting. I remembered I had brought a new small camcorder and grabbed it The zoom and night vision mode gave me a grainy pic of them. And all I could tell was that they were sitting side by side and I am pretty sure they were in wide open makeout mode. It wasn’t long until I saw them get up to leave. I was looking almost straight down with the zoom and as they got closer to our tower, I could see they were holding hands and stopped to kiss at least twice. I knew there was a good chance that someone from my big circle of peers might be noticing. But so what. I noted the time 1030, and started my waiting time. I knew she might be here right away if one of them chickened out. But at 1045, even allowing for slow elevators, I knew she must be in his room. His was about 10 floors below.
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