Weekend Getaway - Part 1

 

These past couple of months have been rough. Between work and kids, you and your husband haven’t had any time to be together. Even at night, it ends up being a “quickie” because you are either exhausted or interrupted. On the calendar you see that there is a holiday weekend coming up. Your husband tells you not to make any plans, except to have the kids spend all three days with your parents.

So, Saturday morning, you dropped the kids off at your parents. The kids were excited to spend the weekend with “Grandma and Papa”.

When you get back to the house, you see your small “weekend bag” already packed with a note on it. “Dear, I packed you a bag. Follow the directions on the back. I will meet you there.”

On the back of the paper there is another note and a map. The map shows directions to a small coastal town. A place you have driven through but never stayed.

The note says, “Plug your phone into the computer before you go and download “New Playlist” Play it while you drive”. You do and notice a lot of new songs are added to your phone.

Once you finish, you load your bag into the car, type in the address, and start the playlist. You hear your husband’s voice.

“This is your lover. I have prepared something for you to enjoy. As you drive to meet me, think back to when we first met.”

The song is a top 40’s song from when you were younger. It is very familiar. The kind of thing that used to be on the radio all the time but faded from popularity. As you are singing along, it hits you. This was a song that you heard when you went on your first date.

As you are driving you remember going to the old skating rink with him. Sharing those greasy french-fries and splitting a milkshake. The music was always those “Top 40 Songs” that way kids could skate and dance.

When the song ends, you hear his voice, again. “I hope that brought back some memories. Be careful driving but listen to this.” And another song starts.

This is one that was on the radio when the two of you were making out in his old car, that he bought from his uncle. You remember the bench seats, the cracked vinyl, and that smell of old cigarettes that he could never get rid of.

The sound of the music coming through the speakers as you stripped off your clothes and made out in the car. “Oh God, I miss that feeling.” you say to yourself. The feeling of being a kid, not having all the responsibilities of job, family, and community. The feeling of his nervous hands on your breasts when they were smaller. Trying hard to impress you, though still learning how to pleasure each other.

As the song ends, he cuts back in. “I won’t interrupt the next few songs. As you ‘drive down memory lane’ stay focused on the road. Enjoy the music. I will cut back on after a few.”

The next few songs are all from those years when you dated. You picture sneaking into his parent’s rec room, going to the movies, and other flashbacks of things you did together when you were younger.

You feel both a little sad and a bit excited. Some of those songs were “make out” music. You can feel his breath and lips on your neck as you drive.

The next time you hear his voice, he says “If I timed it right, you should see some of the signs advertising the coastal town, and your GPS should have you within 10 miles.”

You glance down, and it says ‘8.4 miles to destination.’ “I might have gotten a little excited.” you mutter to yourself, thinking how during a couple of the songs, you sped up well above the speed limit.

He continues, “I will let the playlist play out. If I did this right, I will be sitting in the little restaurant across the street from the motel. Park and find me.”

The music continues. More of it is “make out music”. At least one of which was playing when you conceived your oldest. You flush a little at that. Hearing Meatloaf’s singing and knowing how passionately your young husband fucked you to it, has your body tingling a little and your skin flushed.

You see the sign for the “Sea and Sand Hotel”, underneath you see where it is now owned and operated by one of the big chains, but they kept the historic style.

Looking down at the time, you see it’s still lunchtime, and the local diner looks busy but not packed. You pull into the parking lot and see your husband’s car. You stop the music and get out.

Walking in the bright ‘50’s style Diner, you look around and see him. He has a tall glass of water and menus spread in front of him. He looks down at his watch and then smiles broadly at you. “You made it a little faster than I thought.” as you sit across from him.

“So what is all this about?” you ask.

He holds your hand. “Love, I want us to enjoy this weekend. I got us a room at the hotel. Your folks have kids. I just want us to relax and have fun. Plus, I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” you respond. 

He nods. “In your bag, I packed you some “special outfits.” I think we can maybe do a little ‘role play’ if you want. And if not, we can just enjoy some time together.”

You give him a quizzical look. “What type of role play? Cheerleader costumes or something?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No. I packed you that slinky evening gown and sexy lingerie. There is a bar attached to the hotel and I thought we could do the ‘I pick you up at a bar’ or whatever you find exciting.” He looks around at the ‘50’s style Diner and says, “If I had given it more thought maybe I would have gotten you a cheerleader outfit or a poodle skirt and sweater set.”

He gives your hand a loving squeeze. The waitress walks up, with her hair done in a huge “beehive” “Hey Honey, are you ready to order?”

As much as you wish you could have “greasy burgers and fries, with a milkshake” you both go for the more sensible chicken breast sandwich and side salad. You do get the fresh squeezed lemonade, which goes well with it.

As you eat you ask, “How is yours?”

Playfully he responds, “I always enjoy a full tender breast.” and takes a bite from the sandwich. 

You place your hand on his knee under the table. “Oh, then maybe I should have ordered a big thick sausage.” you say as you squeeze his thigh. You haven’t joked or bantered together like that for way too long. Too afraid that the kids would hear and repeat it. You place your sandwich on the plate and sigh. “What happened to us?

He smiles and grabs your hand, “We got busy and distracted. Let’s just take time and enjoy ourselves.” He squeezes your hand in a firm but loving way.

After you finish eating, you notice that you still have a couple of hours until you can check into the hotel. So, you decide to stroll downtown for a bit.

Walking hand in hand, you check out the various tourist stores and shops. You pick up a box of saltwater taffy, for the kids, and a pair of novelty sunglasses for yourself. “Why did you get those?” your husband asks.

“I have an idea for later.” you say and kiss him on the cheek.

On the way back to the hotel, you both walk into a liquor store. Your husband gets a bottle of sparkling wine, and some miniature bottles of tequila, vodka, and rum. “What’s all that for?’ you ask.

He winks and nods, “Just wait and see.”

You check into the hotel and go up to the room. It is simple and plain.

“I wish I could have afforded to get us a ‘Bed and Breakfast’ but just one night in a local one costs more than the whole weekend here.” he explains as he fills the plastic ice bucket and puts the bottle of sparkling wine in it.

You open your bag and lay out the clothing he packed. You see an evening gown, a couple of pairs of jeans, a pair of yoga pants, a couple of t-shirts, a sweatshirt, your cotton underwear, and, of course, your silky ‘special lingerie’.

In the shoe compartment of the bag, are your ‘Fuck Me’ pumps. You rarely get to wear them, because the heels are too tall for work and there is no reason when you are doing things with the kids.

Your husband walks in and sees you sitting on the bed. “Did I pack everything?”

You smile at him, “Even if you forgot something, I think we will enjoy the weekend.”

He walks over and hugs you tightly. You see him open his bag and take out a suit, a pressed white shirt, a couple pairs of jeans, and shirts. He hangs them up in the closet.

“Dear, do you want to ‘dress’ dinner or just eat something and then ‘dress’ for the bar?” he asks. You hang up your dress, and jeans too.

“Lets have dinner casually, and then come back and ‘dress’ for drinks.” you say kissing him in the cheek. “I love this. I would hate for us to spill dinner on things before we go to the bar.”

He hugs you and kisses you firmly. “And that is why I wanted your thoughts on tonight.”

You pick a seafood restaurant and walk along the boardwalk, watching the sunset. Once it is dark, you go back to the room and get dressed. He puts on his suit and tie, and you put on your sexy lingerie, dress, and shoes. He kisses your cheek.

“Go in the bar and order your drink first. I will be down.”

“That is what I wanted too.” you tell him grabbing the novelty sunglasses.

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