The Kiss (2005)

“It really feels like I should kiss you goodnight or something.” She said to him as she reached for the door handle of his car.

“It does, doesn’t it?” he laughed nervously in reply.

“Well,” she said as she grabbed the door handle, “thank you so much, again, for coming out with me.  I had a blast – even if the people in front of us were shushing you.”

“I had a great time, too, and thank you for thinking of me.  You know, for getting me out and about for some fun.” He told her.

She got out of his car and crossed in front of it to get to hers.

“Hey,” he called from the open window.  She turned back to him.

“Yes?”

“You forgot this.” He passed the night’s program through the open window.

She went back to get it, grasping the booklet but unable to pull it from his hand.  She saw the look on his face, nervous and tentative; like there was something more he wanted to say or, perhaps, do.  She allowed him to pull her down to the window as he pulled on the program in their hands.

“It would be ok,” he said softly, “if you wanted to do that goodnight kiss.”

She thought about it for only a moment then leaned into the car through the open window, quickly licking her dry lips, her eyes closing as their lips came closer, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, her skin hot as she felt the flush rise in her chest.

Their lips met, gently, sweetly, touching for only a brief time, yet she felt a jolt of electricity from her lips to her toes.  That moment seemed like an eternity; she stepped back, bringing her head out of the car.

“Wow.” She said as she backed up, her fingertips touching her lips, making sure they were still there as she remembered the sparks.

“Yeah, wow.” He said.  He put the car into park, put on the brake and got out. 

He stepped towards her.  She was wearing heels tonight which brought her closer to his height, but still shorter than him.  He reached out to her, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her toward him, their bodies touching, their eyes locked on one another. 

His free hand touched her, just under her chin, tilting her face upwards to him.  He brought his head down, their lips meeting again gently.  He pulled away briefly and when their lips met again, hers parted, the tip of her tongue gently touching his soft lips, lightly probing, his lips parting to allow her tongue to explore.  Their kiss became more passionate as she lifted her arms to him, one hand on his neck, the other under his arm wrapping to his back, their tongues entwined. 

 “Ok.”, she said with a sigh as she broke their kiss.  “I’ve got to get going – some of us come into the office early.” She chuckled

“You’ll be ok driving home?” he asked.

“Sure.  My last cocktail was a couple of hours ago and they were weak ones anyway.” She said with a smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He said.

“Count on it.” She said as she tiptoed up for one last kiss.

She got into her car and drove down the aisle, looked in her rear view mirror and  saw him still standing by his car.  She stuck her arm out the window, waved one more goodbye.

As she drove toward home, she reflected on the kiss.  Was it so amazing because she had wanted it for so long, or was it amazing simply because it was amazing?  She decided to not think on it too hard because if she did, she’d be much hornier than she already was – just the thought of his lips on hers, their tongues touching and his hand on her back made her stomach flip.

She thought back on how they’d been brought together a couple years ago, two people who needed each other in so many ways.  How they’d gotten along instantly, talking like they’d known each other for years.  Anyone who saw them together knew that there was a great “thing” between them – the two of them truly liked each other, got along very well and teased each other mercilessly. 

She’d realized some time ago that she had developed a crush on him.  She’d been in this position before and had little difficulty hiding her feelings.  In the past, her humor and personality got her through when she figured out that the crush wasn’t mutual.  She knew this would be the same.  But now, with this kiss, would it be the same? 

“Well,” she said to herself as she pulled into her parking place at her apartment, “only time will tell.”

SEVERAL DAYS LATER

He sat in his hotel room with papers on the table, his laptop open, humming its own tune.  He was at an out of town conference but there was so much going on with this client that he hadn’t made it out of the room today.  Hell, he hadn’t even gotten dressed yet – he was sitting in the chair, dressed only in his shorts. 

He’d just completed a client call, put out yet another fire and sat back in his chair.  He gazed at his computer screen but didn’t see what was there.  His mind was far away, back in St. Louis, reliving what had happened a few nights ago.

He was glad she’d asked him to go along.  He’d been on his own for a while and although his friends were helping him stay occupied, he wasn’t happy being alone.  Since the day he’d met her, they’d laughed and had a great time together.  Whenever he needed her, she was there.  He enjoyed the teasing that each of them did to the other – she made him laugh and he seemed to do the same for her. 

He was surprised by her invitation to the show, but he knew that she’s just a social kind of girl.  She loves to go places and enjoys going with someone else, but he also knew that not having a companion for the evening wouldn’t have stopped her from going.

They’d had a quick bite to eat and took his car to the theater.  After the show, they drove back to her car and joked around about feeling like there should be a good night kiss or something.  She got out of his car, and he realized he didn’t want her to go, so he got her to come back by reminding her of the program she’d left in his car. 

He took a chance and told her it was ok to “do” that goodnight kiss they’d teased about if she wanted to.  And she had wanted to.  He remembered the vibration he’d felt from her lips; something he’d never felt with anyone before.  He didn’t want it to stop, so he got out of the car and kissed her again.  As he relived that moment in his mind, his cock rose; not surprising at all – he’d had a hard on after he’d kissed her the second time that night, too. 

He picked up the phone and dialed her number.

“Hey there” he said when she answered.

“Hey back! How are you doing?”

“Ok, but I have so much going on I haven’t even gotten out of the room.” He said.

“Um, aren’t you supposed to be at a seminar?”

“Well, yeah.” He said.  “But I haven’t even gotten dressed yet.  I’m sitting here in my underwear.” He said as he laughed.

“Boxers or briefs?” she asked.

“Briefs.” He replied, not even questioning why she would ask something like that.

“Ok, working on a visual.” She laughed heartily into the phone.

“Sorry about that.” He pouted.

“Oh, please, don’t worry – it’s a good visual, trust me.” She said

They caught up on what had been going on with work when he decided it was time to dive in with both feet.

“When I get back tomorrow, can we get together for dinner?” he asked

“It’s a Friday night, I don’t have my son, and Lord knows I don’t have a date, so, sure, I’m all yours.  Is everything ok?” she asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Absolutely.  I just want to take you to dinner – my thank you for taking me along last week.”

“Ok, sure.” She said.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“K, take care.” She said as they hung up.

As he put the receiver down, he realized his cock was harder now than when he started the conversation.  He’d thought that getting his mind off of the kiss and onto business would have helped.  He caressed himself through the material of his underwear and realized all it took was to hear her voice and he got a hard on. 

“Great.” He said to the empty room.  “I’m going to have to start doing baseball scores in my head or something when I’m around her.  Can’t walk around the office like this,” he said as he looked down at his cock poking out of his underwear. 

He laughed a while on that one, caressed his smooth cock, gently teased himself, closed his eyes to see her and . . . the phone rang with, he was sure, yet another fire to put out.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

She wasn’t completely sure what was on his mind and it surprised her that he asked her to go to dinner with him because he’d bought dinner that night as a thank you for the ticket to the show.  But, she wouldn’t pass up an invitation to a good meal and conversation.

The day was actually a bit tough to get through; her mind on other things besides the work.  What did he need to talk with her about?  Why did he want to take her to dinner to do it?  Hmm, probably “the dinner” where he’ll tell her not to say anything to anyone about what happened and that it was a big mistake and that it’s never to be spoken of again.  Yeah, she’d had that dinner a few times in her life – although not in a very long time.

Around 3:30, her phone rang and she saw his number come up on the display.

“Hiya.” She said.

“Hey,” he started, “we’re about to take off for St. Louis.  Are we still good for dinner tonight?”

“Sure.  What time and where?”

“I want to go home for a few, grab a shower, unpack, all that “back home from traveling” stuff.  How about something halfway – somewhere in Westport?”

“Sure, how about Trainwreck at the Plaza? Have a burger and a beer or two?” she asked.

“They do have awesome burgers and I haven’t been there in ages.  Sure, that’s a great idea.  Say about 6:30?”

“You got it.” She brought him up to date on several things they were working on before saying goodbye.

Hmmm, what was he up to?  Well, at least with it being at 6:30, she’d have time to go home, freshen up and change into jeans.


FRIDAY EVENING

He sat on his bed, fresh out of the shower, still damp and catching a bit of a chill from the breeze blowing in through the curtains.  The weather had snapped; the temperatures were far below normal for the past several weeks, and this was the kind of weather he enjoyed the most. 

His mind turned to her.  What was he doing?  He told himself there’s nothing wrong in going to dinner with her; they have a great friendship.  But it’s the other things he’s been thinking of doing with her. 

He thought about that night again, the feel of her lips on his, her hand on his back, his arms around her; he enjoyed the memories and felt the tingling as his cock started to awaken from thoughts of her. 

He laughed to himself thinking of having been in the airport and talking with her on the phone, sure that his jacket was in his lap – just in case her voice gave rise to something as it seemed to do lately.  What the hell, it’s a good way to spend a few minutes while you’re bored at the airport!

He got off the bed, his hardened cock gently bobbing as he stepped over to the closet to choose his clothes for the evening.  Trainwreck is a comfortable bar, so khakis and a polo shirt.  That would be just fine he thought to himself as he got dressed and ready to meet her.


She sat on her bed, fresh out of the shower, her hair rolled up in a towel.  She always gets too hot when she takes a shower so she lay back on the bed, arms and legs out to the sides, so she could cool down.  As she lay there, she listened to the specially burned CD of soft jazz music she had playing in the background and her mind wandered.

What in the world was going to happen tonight?  One of the most optimistic people anyone could ever know, she was sure all was fine, but she couldn’t help but wonder if something “bad” was about to happen.  Convinced that it was just her imagination, she got up to get dressed, looking at herself in the mirror as she walked by. 

“Not too bad for the age and wear and tear”, she thought as she chuckled.  “I could stand to lose a few more pounds.  Nah.” she laughed at herself remembering what she’d looked like in that mirror a year ago and 80 pounds heavier.  A lot had changed during that year; her divorce finalized, she slipped a disc in her back that put her into physical therapy and finally gave her that wake up call about all that weight she was carrying around on her short frame and what it was doing to her.

She remembered how she lost that initial 40 pounds after the deaths of her parents.  Eat anything you want, don’t limit yourself.  But for her at least, when she got to the point of having to take that deep breath to be able to continue eating, stop eating.  She’d gotten out of that habit when she and her husband separated then compounded the problem after a surgery a few months later.  Somehow she’d only gained back about 10 pounds, so she had still been 30 pounds lighter than back in 2001. 

Then when her back went out last summer, she realized that she had to lose the rest of the weight, so over the past year, she’d started listening to her body again – stop eating when you get to that deep breath.  And this time she exercised with yoga, swimming and walking.  She dropped 80 pounds easily during the year with no feelings of deprivation.  Now she walked with ease, she could run after her son in the park and wasn’t in a state of chronic pain.

She shook her head to shake off the memories and get back to picking out clothes.  Jeans and a light sweater; perfect.  She got dressed and started the make up and hair process.  She’d be out of here and on her way in about 15 minutes.  Nervous and excited, she smiled to herself in the make up mirror.

“Well,” she said to the reflection, “time will tell.”

FRIDAY NIGHT

She walked into the bar and scanned the crowd, but didn’t see him.  She was seated by the hostess in a booth on the back side of the bar, so she was sure to let her know she was waiting for someone.  She ordered a beer from the waiter as she waited for her “date”.

Her cell phone rang.  She picked it up from the table and checked the number that was calling – it was him. 

“Hey there.”

“Hi.” he said

“So let me guess, you’re running late?” she laughed.

“Who, me?” he said with a laugh, “yeah, I’m running a few minutes late.  Sounds like you’re already there.”

“Please, I have a 98% on time ratio, you know.” She said.

“Yes, I do know that – and it’s a good thing.  Someone has to “hold down the fort” first thing in the morning.”

“Ok,” she started, “so what is it you need to talk to me about tonight, I’m sure this isn’t just because you want to say thanks for the tickets to the show.”

“Like we’ve said before, we didn’t hire you just because you’re cute.” He said.  “I’ll talk with you about it when I get there, which should be in about 10 minutes.  But, here’s something for you to think about  . . . I haven’t been able to get that kiss out of my head.”

She started to reply but the call ended.

“You think you can’t get that kiss out of your head,” she said to herself as she put her phone back on the table.

She thought of that kiss again, feeling the familiar warmth rise in her chest, the flip of her stomach.  What is it about him that does that to her?  The thought of his lips on hers excited her more than she could remember, especially about just a kiss.  She let her mind wander to imagine his lips on her neck, her collarbone, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him, his hands on her back, moving up to her neck and into her hair . . . .

“Hello?” he said as he sat down at the table.

“Oh,” she said as she came back to the moment, “sorry, I was just off somewhere else.”

“Must’ve been a good trip; you look a little flushed from it all.” He told her.

“Yeah,” she stumbled, looking him straight in the eyes, “it was a very nice trip.”

They ordered their food and began to talk.

“You know,” he started, “that kiss was amazing.”

“Yeah, you’re right about that.  I still think about it often.” She said

“Really?  Do tell.”

“How honest do you want me to be?  I mean, if this is going to be “the dinner” where we decide that it was a mistake and it’s never going to happen again and no one will ever know and things will just go back to the way they were, then I’ll have one version of my description.” She began.  “Or, if this is going to be an exploratory kind of thing, I’ll have a different version.”

She saw the puzzled look on his face and continued.

“They’re not different versions in order to save face or anything, it’s perspective.”

“Somehow,” he started, “that actually makes sense to me.”  They both laughed as their dinner was brought to the table.

“So, ok,” he said, “don’t tell me about it.  Let me tell you what I think about it all.  Ok?” as he took a bite of his burger.

“Ok.” She said as she ate and listened.

“From the moment we met,” he began, “there was a “feeling” I got from you.  That you’re smart, funny as hell and for some reason didn’t want too much stress in your life.  I mean, that had to be why you took this job instead of pursuing another position up the food chain.  You make me laugh, even when I shouldn’t.  You seem to know when to ask questions and when to just let things go.  I have found out over the past couple of years that you’re much smarter than you let on to everyone and you seem to deal with stress fairly easily.  Now it’s even more of a mystery why you’re in this job.” He took another bite of burger and continued.

“Now, that was the professional side of things.  Personally, early on I sensed something from you, a heat that puzzled me.  I’m not accustomed to being around women who are self confident, incredibly smart and sexy in a quiet way.  There were times when we would talk and all I could do was look at your eyes, or your mouth and wonder what it would be like to be close to you, to hold you, to kiss you.  Of course, I had to put that out of my mind because of the whole sexual harassment and hostile working environment thing.  But it also became clear, I believe, as time went on when remarks were made that were clearly “harassment”, it didn’t bother you.  In fact, you usually had a come back for them.  And that, to me, is sexy as hell.”

He continued after another hit from his beer. 

“When my life fell apart, you were there for me.  You didn’t pry and I knew that if I needed to talk about anything that was going on, I could and that it wouldn’t go any further.  Trust like that is hard to find and again, sexy as hell.” He stopped for a few minutes to eat.

“You know more about me,” he continued, “than anyone – including my oldest friends.  So now, not only do you know all my financial information, you know me.” He laughed as he finished.

“Ok, so if I understand what you’re saying, you like me.” She summed up.

“Well,” he started, “that’s putting it succinctly.  And it kind of loses something in translation” he said as he smiled.

She smiled as well.

“So, tell me what you want.  Is “this” going to be for sex, or are we going to explore a relationship?”  she asked.

“No beating around the bush with you, is there?”

“Not really.  Not about this.”

“I want to be your fantasy.” He stated.  “I want to be the one who thinks you’re “it”.”

Her mouth dropped open and it was a good thing she’d finished that bite or it would have fallen onto her plate.  He just quoted something she’d said in her writings – she wants to be “it” to someone.

“Why do you say that?” she asked, hoping she didn’t seem too surprised.

“Remember long ago you sent me an e-mail invitation to come into your circle of friends on that Yahoo site?  Well, I never signed up to be in the circle, but I read your blog every day; I followed the links you included.  A lot of the writing surprised me but I have enjoyed it tremendously.” He said.  “I’m surprised you never figured out that I was eavesdropping on your life.”

“No frigging clue.” She laughed.

“For a while, I thought you had the guy, the one you needed in your life, but it didn’t work.  And just for the record, while your heart was breaking outside the office, you couldn’t tell it from inside the office.  You have an amazing amount of composure for going through a breakup.”

“Well, it really wasn’t much of a relationship, so it wasn’t much of a break up but, oh my God.  I’d thought you were just intuitive a few times with some of the things you said and did.  I never stopped to think that you were reading about it all as it was unfolding.  I mean, I know that’s what a blog is all about.  It lets your friends know what’s going on in your life without having to keep in touch all the time.  But,”

“I know.  Sometimes I felt guilty for knowing what was going on and not doing anything about it.  But I also knew that you needed to find your way to me in your own time.  And, too, it helped me get through my break up and back on my feet as well.  Your insight into love, as well as the spin on it, is interesting.”

“I’m stunned.” She said.

She took a big hit off of her beer, followed by another bite of her burger.  The noises of the bar seemed to grow more intense as she felt her head begin to swim.  A deep breath or two and she was back in the moment.

“So, if you become my fantasy, what of reality?” she asked.

“Ah, yes, the real world must creep in on this fantasy.” He said.  “What would you envision as reality?”

“I don’t want to leave the firm; I enjoy it too much.” She told him.

“Move up.  Use your skill and talent, not to mention your degree, in a position better suited to you.  You know you’re good, don’t let it go.”

“But, then I won’t be with you.  I’m not sure I want to do that.”

“Once we go public, you’ll have to leave.  If you move before everyone knows, you’ll be fine.  I can help with this, let me.” He said as he took her hands in his across the table.

“Once we go public?” she stammered.  “Holy shit, you mean this isn’t going to be a secret?”

“Why should it be?  I’m in . . .” he paused momentarily, “I’m in a solid position within the firm, I’m divorced, you’re divorced, there’s no reason why this shouldn’t be public knowledge.  Once you move up, that is.”

“Until then?” she asked.

“Until then, I’ll leave it to you.  We can see each other but maintain our relationship as it is now while we’re inside the office.  Besides, people have gotten so used to the way we are with each other, I don’t think they’d notice a difference.” He said as he laughed.

They finished dinner, had another round of beers with another round of chatting and left the bar.  As they walked along towards the parking garage, he reached for her hand and held it in his. 

“Wow,” she said as he held her hand, “I don’t remember the last time I held hands with an adult.  In public, no less!”

They both laughed and he brought the back of her hand to his mouth, kissing it ever so gently.  They continued their walk to the garage and upon arriving at her car, stopped to chat briefly before she left.

“So,” she started, “do you have plans for the rest of the evening?” she asked as she stood by her car.

“I don’t know.  Do I have plans the rest of the evening?”

She smiled that wicked smile of hers.

“Where’s your car?” she asked.

“About half a row up from here.”

“Then follow me, please.” She said.

“Ok.” He leaned down to kiss her quickly then went to his car.

LATER FRIDAY NIGHT

He sat in his car for just a few minutes before backing out to follow her to her home.  Never did he think he’d be following her to her home.  He was about to go to the home of someone he worked with and not just for a dinner party, someone he’d known for quite a while, someone who had no idea he’d been listening in on her life for the past year, someone who had no idea he was in love with her.

How would they adjust from being co-workers to being lovers?

“Well,” he said to himself, “only time will tell.”

With that he put the car in reverse, pulled up to her parking spot in the garage and waited for her to lead him to the rest of his life.



While she waited for him to get to his car to follow her, she hit the highlights of the night in her mind.  He’d been reading her blog every day?  He knew what she was going through and her thoughts on it?  And he still wanted to be involved with her?

“He’s insane.” She said to no one in the car.

This, whatever it was, wasn’t going to be kept a secret?  Was she really about to get involved with not only someone she worked with, but a lawyer?

“I’m insane.” She said to herself as she saw his car pull up behind her.

She backed out of the parking place and made her way home.



A LITTLE WHILE LATER

They arrived at her apartment complex, she turned into an open parking place near her apartment and got out of the car.  She stood at the back of her car, leaning on the hatch, waiting for him to park his car and come to her.  She noticed the ever darkening sky as storm clouds began to roll in.

“You made it.” she said as he walked towards her; she couldn’t help but smile as he approached.

She leaned against her car, he came to her, his arm encircled her waist as it did in the parking lot that night, drawing her to him, pressing their bodies together, lips melding together once again, their tongues exploring the other’s mouth gently. 

In the distance she heard the rolling of thunder and knew the rain would come soon.  As they continued to kiss, a light sprinkle of rain began, dampening them slightly.

It started to rain harder, but it didn’t stop them at all, in fact it seemed to add a new level of sensuousness; she felt her nipples get hard, aching to be touched.  She took his free hand and placed it on her breast, knowing that he could feel her hardened nipple under his fingertips.  He moaned through their kiss as he touched her nipple, gently rolling it through the fabric of her shirt and bra with his thumb and finger as the rain fell harder.  She broke away from the kiss.

“We can’t stay out here, we’ll be soaked,” she said as she used her hands to slick her hair back from her face, both wet with rain, “let’s get inside.”

She broke their embrace, took his hand and led him up the stairs to her door.  Once unlocked, she opened the door and brought him into her home.  She chuckled silently as she thought of him being in her home – not someplace she’d have ever thought he’d be.

She closed and locked the door behind him, not exactly sure how to proceed.  She stepped around him, kicked off her shoes, turned to face him.

“Ok, ready for the quick tour?  Trust me, it’s really quick.” She laughed.

“Absolutely – lead on.”

“Well, you’re standing in the living room slash office.  Through here, which we call the “drive thru window” you can see the small kitchen.  Then the dining room slash music room.  Back through here is the first bathroom, washer and dryer and heat/ac are behind these doors.”

“Wow, you’ve got a washer and dryer here?  That’s great.” He said.

“Here is the family portrait wall.  Then,” she said as she turned, “this is my son’s room, which he didn’t get picked up. Back here is my room, which is huge.” She said as she brought him into the room, flipping the wall switch which cast a soft golden light in the room.  “And over there at the edge of my room is the second bathroom.  Yes, there are TWO bathrooms here.  We were very excited.” She laughed again as she led him back to the living room and motion for him to sit on the sofa.

“Fireplace and everything?  This is a really nice apartment for the two of you.” He said.

She lit a few of the many candles in her apartment, turned on some soft jazz on the Bose, offered a drink then sat next to him on the sofa.

“We were in a bigger place but I really wanted the two bathrooms and this turned out to be much bigger in some spots like my bedroom and the living room, but the kitchen is a whole lot smaller and the second bedroom is smaller.  But that’s ok.  We have TWO bathrooms.”

“You know, you can’t tell that the second bathroom was important to you at all.” He said as they both laughed.

“So,” she started as she looked at him, facing that moment of truth, “you’re sure about this?  I don’t want anyone’s heart to break from this.”

“Yes.  I’m absolutely sure.” he said as he reached for her again as he had done out in the rain.

His arm encircled her waist once again, pulling her to him.  He brought his lips to hers, slowly, gently kissing her, the tip of his tongue teasing her lips.  He kissed his way down her neck, breathing in her perfume which was releasing its fragrance because of her body heat.

“God, you smell good.” He said as he continued to kiss her neck, moving onto her chest, her head rolling back to allow him access.

“Thank you.  You gotta love the smells of a bar.” she laughed then moaned as he continued to kiss and lick her neck, her collarbone and as he worked his way back up her throat to her mouth, his tongue a bit more urgent now, needing her tongue to dance with his.

She put her arms around his shoulders, one hand on the back of his neck, the other in his hair, gently caressing him as he continued his exploration, his kisses now falling on her neck, gently sliding to her earlobe, his mouth sucking her earlobe in ever so slightly, his breathing quiet but the air inside her ear from his mouth gave her goosebumps all over.  She felt her nipples getting harder; their ache to be touched almost too great for her to withstand.

Almost as if he’d read her mind, he moved one hand from her back to her breast, his fingertips feeling her hard nipple, his thumb and finger firmly pinching the nipple through her clothing.  As she moaned her appreciation, she felt a new ache between her legs. 

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, his eyes filled with passion, his breath soft and warm, his hands on each side of her face.

“I want you to make love to me, make me cum, be mine forever.” She said as she looked deep into his eyes for a moment, then moved her head, and eyes, away.

“I am yours forever,” he replied, his hand under her chin, bringing her eyes back to his, looking at her intently, “You should know that by now.”

She kissed his neck, her tongue traced the skin at the hollow of his neck to just underneath his earlobe, barely touching the skin of his ear; his breathing quickened as he moaned in response to her touch.

He stood up from the sofa, pulled her up to him, his head coming down to hers, his lips landing on the hollow of her shoulder, his kisses sweet and gentle, his arms around her.

She moved back slightly, her hand coming around to unbutton his polo shirt and pull it off over his head.  She ran her hands over his chest, her fingers playing in the hair as her hands rose to his shoulders to caress his warm skin.

She kissed his chest, licked teasingly at his nipples, a sharp intake of breath letting her know she’d hit a good spot.  She took one of his nipples into her mouth, gently bit it and listened to him moan as she sucked it further into her mouth.

“Oh, God, that’s wonderful.” He said as he put his hands to her head, gently guiding her to the other nipple.  As she sucked and gently bit the other nipple, her hands found his belt buckle, easily undone.  She unfastened and unzipped his pants, put both her hands inside and pushed them to the floor, a puddle of fabric at his feet.

She let his nipple come out of her mouth and licked her way down to the waistband of his underwear.  She felt the cotton all the way around his middle, caressed his ass through the fabric, bringing her hands around to the front and feeling the strain of his engorged cock against the material.  She snaked her hand between his legs, lightly grazing his balls through the material.

“Ooooh.” He said.

“Do you like that?” She asked playfully as she touched his balls again lightly.

“Oh, yeah.  Very much.”

She took his hand in hers, helped him to step out of the puddle and kick off his shoes.  She turned him to sit back down on the couch, slipped her hands into his underwear at both sides then pulled them down to his ankles, his cock free of its prison.

She sat him down on the sofa, kneeled between his legs, and spread them to allow her inside.  She looked up at him, their eyes locking, gazing intensely, both of them smiling.

She continued to look at him, held his cock firmly with one hand, the tip of her tongue placed just under the ridge of his cockhead.  She watched as he closed his eyes slowly and leaned his head back on the cushions.  She grasped his cock in her hand then, starting at the very base of his balls, slid her tongue over the sensitive flesh, enjoying the saltiness of his skin. She licked all the way to the very tip of his cock, then slowly, gently, placed the head into her mouth.  She heard his breathing change pace a bit but kept on with what she enjoyed doing to him.  She let go of him just long enough to lick her palm, get it really wet, then grasped him again, slowly sliding his cock in and out of her hand, and into her mouth.  She did this for a few minutes, noticing his breathing became as hard as his cock; his hands gripped the sofa and she knew he was close to orgasm.  She stopped, instead gently licking the inside of his thighs with the tip of her tongue.

“God, you had me so close.  Just one or two more strokes and I’d have been done.” He laughed.

She just smiled.

“I want to taste you.” He said as he put his hands under her arms to pull her to him. 

He took her sweater off over her head, her hot skin goosebumped from the change in temperature.  She felt her nipples harden immediately.  She reached back to unhook her bra.

“No, let me see if I can still do this.” He said as he put his hand on her back and with one twist of his wrist, all hooks were unhooked and her bra was off.

“Yep, I still got it.” He said as he smiled then lowered his mouth to one of her breasts, taking the hard nipple between his teeth, biting gently.  He sucked her further into his mouth. 

He bit her nipple a little harder this time, enough to make her wince, but when he released his teeth the rush she got from the release of pressure and the blood flow starting again was immense.  She moaned as he continued to do this for a bit as he pinched the other nipple with his fingers.

She could feel his erect cock poking her in the belly and reached for him, lightly sliding her hand up and down the length of his shaft.  His fingers left her nipple only to be replaced by his mouth as he repeated the biting and sucking as he’d done on the other side.  His free hand found the button on her jeans, unbuttoned then slowly unzipped them.

He kept her nipple between his teeth the entire time, biting firmly as he used his hands to push down her jeans, revealing her satiny thong.  He let go of her nipple, kissed his way down her soft belly to her panties.  He took the waistband in his teeth and pulled it, his hand helping push down the back of the thong.  Soon her clothes were in a clump around her ankles and he was on his knees, his hands moving over her calves, up to her thighs, around to her tender inner thighs.  He brought his hands up between her legs, pushed them wider apart, his fingertips grazed the soft skin of her shaved pussy lips.

“Ahh” she said as he touched her.

“So you like that?” he asked as he continued to gently touch the soft skin.

She spread her legs wider to allow him greater access.  “Yes, I love that.”

He leaned into her, the tip of his tongue touching the delicate skin of her inner thigh, his hands wrapped around her upper thighs, just under her ass cheeks.  He playfully kissed her thighs, his mouth coming oh so close to her lips.  She could smell her wetness growing and ached for his touch.

He let go of her legs and stood up, trailing his tongue along her belly, chest, and neck then kissing her slowly, deeply, passionately; their now nude bodies pressed together.  He broke their kiss, took her hand and led her back to her bedroom.

LATE FRIDAY NIGHT

“I’ve never known someone who shaved their ….area…. like that.” He said as they walked into her room.  “I mean, I’ve seen it on movies and such, but never in real life.  Why do you do that?”

“The first time it was a lark of sorts – I’d seen it in a porn flick and thought it looked cool.  And it was.  God, the sensations you feel when there’s no hair – you can feel when someone’s breath is hot, the touch of fingertips on your skin.” She answered.  “Then I just continued to do it even when I wasn’t involved with anyone.  It’s very comfortable and very stimulating to feel the softness of fabric or the roughness of the seam of denim jeans.”

“Ok then.  I know I want to see it again.” he said as he backed her up to her bed and pushed her backwards.

She scooted back on the bed and spread her legs as best she could so he could see what he wanted.  He lay on his belly on the bed, his fingers exploring her smooth, shaved pussy.

“Ooooh,” she said, “that’s wonderful.  You have a great touch.”

“You know,” he started, “I haven’t done anything like this in a really long time.  I’m probably pretty rusty and certainly not “up” on what to do.  So if you want me to do something in particular, tell me.   Otherwise, I’ll just do what I want?”

“Ok.  You do what you want and I’ll let you know how you’re doing.” She said as she laughed.

He pulled her pussy lips apart slightly, the wetness spilled out from the inside, dripped down to the mattress.  He touched the tip of his tongue to one side then the other, then into the middle, just grazing her clit.

“OK, you’re doing fine.  Just keep doing.” She said breathlessly.

“Are you sure?  I mean,” he licked her slit from bottom to top, “it’s been a really long time since I’ve done anything like this.” He continued to run his tongue along her wet lips.

“Oh yeah, doing very well.” She said as she adjusted her hips.

He pulled her lips a little further apart, pressed downward to pop her clit out from under its hood.  He touched his tongue to that sweet, sensitive organ and she jumped, but he didn’t let her go, he brought his tongue down on her clit again.  Quicker, harder, then lapped at it.

Her hands grabbed the bed coverings, her hips rose to meet his tongue, her moans louder each time he licked her.
“How’s your back?  Is everything ok?” he asked.

She raised up her head, looked at him, her wetness outlining his lips.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” She said with a giggle recalling the country song that line was from as she lay her head back down.

“Yes m’am.” He said.  He continued to lick and suck her pussy lips, her clit and her slit until he felt she was oh so close to cumming.

“Are you going to cum for me?” he asked.

“Who, me?” she asked as she pulled his head back to her pussy.

He licked harder and faster, then slowed, then harder and faster.  Her hands grasped the bed covers again, her hips pushed into his face, she stopped breathing, but he did not stop.

“Holy God.” She shouted as she came moments later, her juices coming out of her in a rush.  He continued to lap them up until she pulled his head away from her.

He slid up her body, her legs still open, his cock throbbing noticeably.

“I can’t open my legs wide enough, we’ll have to change positions.” She said as she turned over onto her stomach, bringing herself to a hands and knees position.

“My knees aren’t going to take that.” He said.

“Ok, stand at the edge of the bed and I’ll come over to you.”

He got off the bed and stood at the side, his cock straight out.  She backed up to him and impaled herself, slowly, on his hard dick.

“Oh, God.” He said as he grabbed her hips and brought her fully onto him.

He rocked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her like a hand in and out of a glove.  The fit was tight but good.  She leaned on her shoulders, putting a hand through her legs to reach back and touch his balls as he rocked in and out of her.

“Holy fuck.” He said the first time she touched his balls.

“Oh, do you not like it?” she teased.

“Just shut up and touch me.” He said with a laugh.

He went in and out of her faster and faster.  She no longer touched his balls, but rubbed her swollen clit as he rocked on.  The faster he rocked, the faster she rubbed.

“God,” he said, “I’m going to cum.” He said as he pulled on her hips tighter, pounding into her over and over again.

“Go on,” she said, “I’m right behind you.”

They both screamed “Oh God” at the same time, his load shot into the depths of her; her muscles contracted over and over again, milking his cock of all its juice.

He stopped moving, held onto her hips to keep her from moving, but the contractions and aftershocks continued.  He fell over onto her back, his head resting on the small of her back.

“Holy shit,” she said as he rested on her back.  “I’ve got to lower myself or I’ll never walk again.” She said as she lowered her legs and pushed them back through his to leave her flat on the bed with him curled over her.

He remained on her back for several minutes then raised himself off of her and climbed back onto the bed.  She pulled herself up and crawled under the covers.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Shit, honey, I’m cold.  It happens that way when I get really hot then start to cool off.  I mean, really, really hot.” She giggled.  “Come on in if you’d like to.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He replied as he got under the covers too.

“Nice sheets,” he said as he got comfortable.

“Like those?  I love them.  They’re something like 500 thread count.  Expensive as all hell, but worth every penny.”

He got comfortable in the bed, his head propped up with pillows.  She had lots of pillows on the bed.

She moved over towards him, laid her head on his chest and fell asleep.

VERY EARLY SATURDAY MORNING

He lay there half asleep, listening to her breathe as her head lay on his chest.  He couldn’t believe he was where he was and that he’d done what he’d done.  What they had done. 

He’d always thought that being with her would be good, but he didn’t expect it to be this good.  It was apparent she enjoyed every aspect of sex.  He knew there’d been a reason he sensed a heat about her when they started working together.  Wow.  What a heat.

“Yeah, what a heat.” He said to himself as she continued to sleep, his hand mindlessly played with her hair.

“This is what it’s all about.” He thought as he drifted off to sleep.


She awoke a few hours after she’d nodded off with her head on his chest.  She woke up facing the opposite direction with him snugged up behind her, his arm on her hip.

She smiled as she thought about what had happened and who it had happened with.  She felt so many emotions all at once, something that hadn’t happened in a very long time.  She also felt a tear fall from the corner of her eye.  She wasn’t sad – she was very happy.  She’d wanted him for so long and it appeared that she’ll have him for some time to come.

“This is what it’s all about.” She thought as she thanked God for all the good in her life and drifted off to sleep again.