Free The Adulterer's Unofficial Guide to Family Vacations, A Novel by Leslie Langtry

and I pressed the back of my head into his shoulder.It felt good.
    I don’t know how long we were like that.His lips would occasionally kiss my ears and neck but we said nothing.Alan’s arms felt good against my breasts.His hands didn’t wander but I wanted them to.My arms reached behind me and I placed my hands on his hips.I could feel his muscles tighten as my fingers gently traced small circles.He moaned in my ear and I was engulfed in a wave of desire.Alan pressed against me and I discovered that he was also aroused.At any minute we would be in danger of violating a number of decency laws.
    “Good night everyone!”The lead singer clapped for himself and waved us away.I turned to go but Alan pulled me around to face him.Once again, his expression was hungry.Both hands slid up to my face, his fingers tangled in my hair.He looked at me like he did all those years ago when we would make love as often as possible in a vain effort toward satisfaction.
    “Alan,” my voice had dropped an octave, dilated with lust.In a swift movement he pulled my face to his and kissed me.I could feel years of pent up regret boiling inside me.Years of “what if” became smoldering kisses.His lips moved over mine, covering them, pulsing, needy.I wrapped my arms around him, crushing his chest to mine.“Oh, Alan,” I moaned with pleasure between kisses, my hands running over his back.
    “My God, Laura.I want you so badly,” his lips found mine again and I was lost.
    The bus was waiting for us and we climbed aboard, finding an isolated bench in the back.After a few minutes, the interior lights dimmed and the noise of the other revelers died.I felt him reach for me and gave in willingly.This time as he held me, his hands moved over the landscape of my body.
    The motor on the bus drowned out the drunk and sleepy conversations ahead of us.We didn’t speak.His fingers silently slid along my arms and traced the outline of my breasts.They moved hesitantly at first, as if waiting to see if I would protest, but hell itself couldn’t make me do so.I thought I could feel him smile in the darkness as he cupped my breast.His hand paused for a moment when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra, and then traveled with abandon.I slid my arm between his thighs, barely brushing his erection.Lightly, my fingers trailed his inner thighs.
    Alan’s breathing became more ragged but he didn’t speak.While his left hand continued to stroke my left breast, his right hand traced up and down the length of my neck.He remembered that erogenous zone.I remembered too and my fingers dipped between his legs, lightly caressing the growing bulge beneath his pants.
    I felt like a kid again, desperately groping in the darkness in public places because I didn’t have a place of my own.And if felt pretty damned good.My nipples were completely erect beneath Alan’s expert strokes and I could feel my labia swelling with expectation.
    The bus came to a stop in front of the hotel and the lights blazed.I couldn’t look at him as I stepped off.If I did, he would know how much I wanted him.
    “Stop thinking,” he growled in my ear, as if reading my thoughts.I nodded and pushed all reason from my mind.He easily read my feelings.With a smile, he took my hand and held it firmly as we walked back to our room.
    “Such lovely children!”Martha gushed as Alan paid her, “You must be very proud of them.”
    He smiled, “Can you watch them for us again tomorrow night?”I shot him a quick glance, and then turned to hide my own grin.
    Martha nodded and left.All four kids were in one bed in Alan’s room.He put his finger to his lips and led me into my room.Once inside, he carefully closed the adjoining door.
    I was trembling with anticipation.It wasn’t the idea that we were doing something wrong, because that thought never actually entered my mind.All I wanted was for him to look at me again the way he had on the dance floor. Please touch me…please!
    Alan continued to walk the