“Not today silly, tomorrow!” she said. “The husband of someone I work with takes people out fishing for a living. He usually takes Tuesday and Wednesday off, but agreed to takes us out for half price if we pay for gas, and bait.”
“That sounds wonderful! Thank you!” I said.
“Do you mind us staying in your hotel room? We could order room service and get to bed early,” Cinnamon said. “We are supposed to meet Ken at the dock at six.”
“Sound good to me,” I replied.
We crossed the bridge to Paradise Island. She parked in the employee area and we went up to my room. I realized this was going to be the first night I would spend in my room. Cinnamon ordered for us and got our meals for free. We watched television as we ate and relaxed. At about 9:30 Cinnamon said we should probably get to bed. Soon we were undressed and in bed with me snuggled up to her back with my arm around her. I cupped her breast with my hand. I squeezed it lightly.
“That feels good,” said Cinnamon. “But no sex tonight. I am a little sore.”
“I understand,” I said still caressing her breast. “Cinnamon, you are a very beautiful woman and men look your way when you walk by. But I have noticed a look of recognition on some of their faces.”
After a minute or so she said, “Well … I may know why.” She stopped. “I … I was in Playboy a couple of years ago.”
I let that sink in. I did not want to say the wrong thing.
“You are sure someone I would like to see naked,” I said.
“You … you don’t think less of me, do you?” she asked.
“No, not at all,” I answered. “I find it both interesting and exciting. I never thought I would have sex with a Playboy model.” Still picking my words carefully.
“Playboy model, hardly. I heard they were looking for women for an upcoming pictorial of mid-West college women. I went and filled out an information sheet. They called me back for an interview the next day. I must have done well. At the end of the interview they asked if I would stay to have some clothed pictures taken. They called a few days later letting me know I made ‘the cut’. To make the story shorter I made it into the magazine,” she finished.
“Congratulations,” I said.
“Thank you!” she said in a tired voice.
She fell asleep soon after. I lay awake for a short time just thinking about how lucky I was to have made love to someone who appeared in Playboy.
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