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It was mid-September and still hot. Harper and Kyle were enjoying an afternoon at the local farmers market together. With summer ending, they each needed to appreciate their free time before the crush of Q4 started. Harper found a standing table among the crowd and food trucks. She set down her gelato and gestured to Kyle who was waiting in a long line. He shrugged at her, but she kept waving at him until he gave up and left the line.
"We can get coffee on the way home. You were going to spend the whole time in that line." she said.
She did get him gelato, so Kyle wasn't too disappointed. They ate and made plans to peruse a few more vendors that they inevitably wouldn't buy anything from. Harper got a message from work and flicked open her phone to respond to it.
"Which conference are you going to next week?" Harper asked, discomfort creeping into her voice.
"SIIOS." said Kyle. "Why?"
"And who from your group is going?"
"From our group? A bunch of my colleagues and our boss."
"Fredrik quit, and I need to go to the conference in his place."
It was no mystery where her worry was coming from. It would be the first time she saw Mr. Sewell since the night of the hockey game.
"It's a huge conference I doubt we'll even have a chance to run into each other. It shouldn't matter." Said Kyle, hoping to comfort his wife.
Neither of them had directly talked about it since May. That night, they experienced one of the most intense sexual moments of their lives, but they both knew, without saying that it, that it was too much too fast. They allowed their sex lives to become a little more vanilla afterwards, slipping into the simple security of the tried and true. Kyle's fantasies were only brought up a couple times in the interim and only ever in low-stakes hypothetical ways. Obviously, Harper hadn't communicated with Mr. Sewell in any way, the two of them never even exchanged numbers. It was safer for everyone involved.
For Kyle the awkwardness materialized primarily at work. His boss was always cool and didn't bring up Harper, but a few of his coworkers had noticed Kyle's charming 'roommate' who left the hockey game with their boss. Their comments were just enough to drive home the point that he needed to hide his marriage. There was no way he could admit it after that point. His coworkers would realize it was his wife who was flirting with Mr. Sewell, and his boss would know it was his wife who said she wanted to have sex with him. Did she really tell him that? Of the many related subjects Harper and Kyle avoided, she never truly confirmed the details of that evening. Kyle was left wondering if what she said was real, or a fabrication to toy with him. By mutual agreement, they closed the door on the subject before truly sorting things out. The infamous night in May was terrible in so many ways, even Kyle’s orgasm was disappointing. But, when he was stirred up, holding Harper's trim, naked body in his arms, feeling the tender softness of her skin, he couldn't help thinking of it. Again and again, he wondered over what she said. Were they lies she told to titillate him, or did she really say those things, and was that all that happened?
Harper and Kyle took different flights to their conference in Germany. Not only did she want to avoid Kyle's boss but also hoped to limit how long she needed to spend pretending she wasn't married. Though she wouldn't own it to Kyle, she now regretted the whole roommate ruse. Harper even considered that the two of them should pretend to start dating for his coworkers’ benefit, but she could never bring herself to broach the uncomfortable subject.
Her plane touched down in Frankfurt early morning local time. She'd travelled enough in the early career to know how to avoid feeling horrible for the rest of the day. Harper bought a bottle of water in the terminal and took a dose of ibuprofen and ate a granola bar from her bag. She didn't recognize anyone on her flight and wouldn't meet up with her colleagues till dinner that evening, but there, on the other side of the terminal, was someone she knew. Kyle's boss stood in line at a cafe. Harper turned and stepped into a nearby restroom. It didn't seem like he saw her and maybe wouldn't know her if he did. She wore glasses and a large yellow pullover hoodie. Even though she was exhausted and felt disgusting from the flight she hid in that bathroom for a long time.
Kyle unpacked his luggage in the small hotel room trying to figure out which necessity he forgot, there was always something. This time it was a European outlet adapter which wasn't an imminent problem because his lamp had a USB plugin. His phone notification chimed, it was a message from Harper:
Finally checked into my room.
Was your plane late? How's your hotel?
No, just took a while at the airport. Hotel's nice!
Harper's first day in Frankfurt was a drain. She wanted to get through dinner without napping but she didn't have any energy. Her coworkers had been in town longer and Harper had to make her apologies after a quick meal, needing to get some sleep. She was in bed withing a minute of reaching her room, feeling like she could sleep for about a day. That's not what happened. By three A.M. Harper was lying awake in bed trying to will herself to sleep. By four she needed to pee and knew she wasn't going back to bed. Forty minutes later she was in the almost empty lobby wearing a gray polo with her company's insignia above the left breast and a pair of black work pants. Her brown-black hair was damp and pulled back snugly. She was getting hungry and the front desk attendant let her know the only restaurant open that early was in the hotel next door.
Just like the streets, the restaurant was quiet and empty. Harper quickly got a table and menu from the unoccupied waitress. The waitress was probably the first German Harper interacted with that didn't speak fluent English, but they muddled through. She ordered some variety of traditional apple pancake and coffee. Harper felt dazed, listless. It seemed like it was shaping up to be another miserable day. When Harper was about halfway through the pancake, chewing on a bight that was probably too large, she heard someone call her name.
"It is you. Small world." said Mathias, strolling into the restaurant. "I don't mean to intrude."
"No, not at all." she said. If he wasn't going to be weird, she wasn't going to be weird. Harper deftly removed her wedding band underneath the table. "Would you like to sit?"
"I would. I need a coffee and nowhere is open."
"I've already been up for two hours and needed to eat. Today is going to be long."
To Harper's relief, their conversation stuck to work and the conference. The two of them even got separate checks. They talked for a while. Mathias told her how new banking changes were affecting him and, in her typical outspoken fashion, Harper told him why his expectations of certain East Asian markets were wrong. It was a typical professional encounter. As he stood to leave, he placed his card on the table, telling her that his team was having a mixer that night and she was welcome to join if she hadn't passed out from jetlag. Nothing inappropriate. No context added. It was a typical professional interaction, but even so.
A high electric buzz echoed loudly in the hotel bathroom. Harper sat atop the closed toilet lid in only her work polo and panties. Her body was bent, knees held together tight, the muscles in her legs strained. She brought a small electric razor with her on the trip. Innocuous toiletry she used exclusively to shave her arm pits and manage her pubic hair, but that morning, she found another essential use for the device. Harper clutched the humming razor firmly, pushing the hard, round plastic handle against the front of her soddening cotton panties. Her pulse raced as the vibrations reverberated into her most sensitive area. With rare exception, Harper never masturbated. There were the typical youthful explorations, but once she was in college, and her desires developed, she was almost always dating someone. And credit to those men, because they had been enough to keep her from getting to this point. But now, she was on her knees, doubled over with her face resting on the cold bathroom floor. Harper was and animal fulfilling its basest needs. The middle two fingers of her right hand plunged urgently into her vagina while the discarded razor jittered aimlessly on the ceramic tile.
She kept telling herself it was fine. She just needed to clear her mind and not think of anything while she did it, but try as she might, he was there. Even though she pretended it wasn't it wasn’t the case, the idea of him that spurred her on towards her orgasm. She was alone and allowed herself to enjoy it fully, crying out in pleasure while her half-naked body shook inelegantly on the bathroom floor. Harper laid on her back, panting and languorous, presenting a shameless sight. Her long hair was a chaotic mess on the white floor. The gray polo rode up to her ribs and she was naked from the waist down. And the traces of her arousal were everywhere. It dripped from her fingers, matted her dark pubes, and soaked the underwear that was stretched between her parted legs.
After laying on the floor for a while, she picked up her purse and looked for Mathias' business card. It wasn't there. She grew agitated and panicked and flipped her purse, dumping the contents on the floor. Frantic and naked and still messy with onanistic residue, Harper rummaged through the scattered effects, hellbent on finding his business card. When she finally found it, her anxiety subsided. She carefully placed the card on the counter next to the sink and casually went about picking up the clutter scattered on the floor. After throwing out the shredded tissue and partially disintegrated lozenges and replacing her makeup and wallet, Harper was about to stand up and get herself cleaned when something caught her eye. Forgotten amongst the other contents of her purse and nearly lost beneath the bottom cabinetry of the bathroom vanity was her wedding ring.
Kyle was awake before six and texted Harper to see if she wanted breakfast.
"You're up!" said Harper on the other end of her phone. She called Kyle the moment she got the text.
"You seem to be in a good mood." said Kyle.
"I've been up forever. I'm just bored and happy to talk to you."
Harper was in good spirits after coming. It was merely a mechanical release and now that she was past it, whatever was agitating her was gone. After talking to Kyle for a bit, there was just one more, minor discomfort that she needed to endure.
"One other thing before I let you go eat." said Harper. "When I went to breakfast, I ran into your boss. But it wasn't weird."
"What happened?" said Kyle, not knowing which part of him was asking the question.
"I was eating, and he was at the same restaurant. It was the only place nearby open so early. I did ask him to sit. He was just getting coffee. And we talked for a while."
"About what?"
"We just caught up on work and the economy. Oh. I wanted to let you know. When I saw him, I took off my ring to avoid any issues for you. I think I should probably keep it off for the conference."
"OK,"
"OK so, if we're good, I'll let you go."
"Yeah, not a problem. I can just say 'stop' if it's too much. Anyway. I love you. Have a good morning."
"I love you too."
Harper hung up confused by Kyle’s last comment. Even though it was a chance meeting, she was very concerned Kyle would misinterpret it, but not like that. Was he joking? Was he trying to make her feel comfortable about an awkward situation? Did he think she met up with Mathias on purpose? She decided it didn't matter. Things went too far that evening in May and, regardless of what Kyle was saying, that evening was the end of it.
After the long wait for the workday to start, Harper was in her first seminar for only twenty minutes before her boss messaged her to deal with an urgent task — fixing a power point slide for him before a meeting he had. It was fine, but if he told her ten minutes earlier, she could have avoided the embarrassing icebreaker with her breakout group. There wasn't much that needed to be changed on the slide, but she elected to take a nap instead of returning to the seminar. With the rest of the morning free she could sleep till lunch and get to her afternoon commitments refreshed.
In a rare moment of irresponsibility, Harper overslept lunch and had to rush to her next meeting. It was nothing too important, a networking opportunity for young professionals at the conference. Kyle and one of his coworkers were at the meeting. Harper gave her husband a quizzical look when he arrived. Allegedly, when Kyle compared their schedules, there was no overlap. Harper chose to respect her husband's assessment of their schedules, knowing it was the type of thing he often made errors on. Kyle tried to play it off, hiding his small embarrassment as she chuckled at him.
The meeting was surprisingly fun, even if it was just forty younger finance professionals in a drab room used for compliance meetings at one of the local firm's offices. The people were enthusiastic and nice. Harper wasn't in Kyle's group, but that wasn't a bad thing. She was there to get to know new people. The only awkwardness came when she had to talk about herself. There was an uncomfortable need to be cagy about her personal details. She was never forced to say she wasn't married, but she definitely didn't leave the impression that she was. When the event was finished, Harper and Kyle met outside of the building.
"How was your group?" said Harper. The couple walked side by side but avoided holding hands.
"Great, but we didn't have as much fun as yours." said Kyle.
"Yeah, we really hit it off."
"It seemed like you were Miss Popular today."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm guessing you didn't feature our marriage in your bio. And, between that and and how those guys were looking at you, it seemed like you were getting extra attention. Not that that bothers me."
"People were just being friendly."
"There were like four guys from other groups who approached you specifically to give you their card."
"Did you spend the whole time watching me?"
"Yes."
Harper had never been a single woman during her professional life. It wasn't quite like college where the attention was more overt. Harper never had experience interacting with professional peers who treated her as a realistic romantic candidate. She reconsidered the past couple of hours and felt a little disillusioned. Her group, of which she was the only woman, seemed really friendly but, as she thought back on it, she understood that it was a specific type of male attention.
"Assuming you're right," she said. "It didn't bother you seeing me with them?"
"No."
"Did you like it?" Her voice dropped to a breathy, playful tone.
"Maybe a little." Kyle’s smile betrayed that he might have enjoyed it even more.
Harper shook her head and smiled, just holding back laughter.
"Let's catch up later." she said, winking at her husband as she made the turn towards her hotel. "I need to get back and get ready for a dinner."