“What do you mean?”
She kissed me again, rubbing her naked breasts over my chest. “I’d want to start every day like this, and spend every night like I spent the last one.”
We showered together again, but I got out first. After dressing quickly, I went out to her van for her fresh clothes. It was difficult watching her get dressed again. It had felt so natural, so deliciously correct, seeing her nude.
Over breakfast, we made our plans. We weren’t going to Owens’ plant that day. There was some leg-work to be done following up on the leads Sarah’s contact had given her the previous night. We were back at my hotel by late afternoon.
What was supposed to be a “business meeting” quickly turned into another love-making session, with Sarah practicing her oral skills and enjoying mine. We agreed to meet for breakfast again the following morning.
Early Thursday morning my phone rang.
“Are you dressed yet?”
“No, I just got out of the shower. I thought I’d have about twenty minutes until you got here.”
“More like thirty. I’m picking up breakfast and bringing it there. Don’t bother getting dressed,” she said.
Nibbling on bagels and fruit, naked in bed with me, Sarah asked, “You’re going home tomorrow aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m taking a late flight out tomorrow evening.”
Sarah said nothing for a while. Then, “A big part of me doesn’t want this week to end.”
“Me either,” I said.
“You know I’m going to stay here and go back to my prim and proper life,” she said.
“I thought that was the plan all along.”
“It was,” she answered quickly. “I love my kids, my house, and my career. I love my life. I even love Tim, but for much different reasons than I would have if I let myself fall in love with you.”
“I don’t know that you want to do that. I’m not a home-wrecker, and besides, I’m not sure I’m the marrying kind. At my age, old habits die hard.”
“Can I still care about you?” she asked.
“You can. I wish you would. I’d hate this to be all one-sided, baby.”
“When is your seminar?”
“Whenever you want. Just give me a little notice so I can take the time off work,” I answered.
“Show me more of what you would teach me there.”
I rolled her on her back. “Okay,” I said as I took her nipple in my mouth.
We managed to get some work done Thursday afternoon, enough that I knew I could easily pull my report together over the weekend, and go back to my regular work on Monday.
Sarah went home to make dinner for Tim and the kids, and I did some work at the desk in my room. Late that evening, I was reading the news online when Sarah’s screen-name (SBmomof2 – “Sarah Blevins mom of 2”) appeared as a chat request. We had given each other our instant message addresses so we could pass information back and forth when we weren’t physically in the same room this week, and we had decided it would be a good way for us to keep in touch.
SBmomof2: r u there
NosyDon51: hi
SBmomof2: what r u doing
NosyDon51: not much
working
what about u
SBmomof2: reading dirty stories
NosyDon51: lol hows that working out 4 u
SBmomof2: not well
my fingers dont feel as good as yours
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