She turned to her side and he was certainly aware of her softness pressed against the length of him, but he couldn’t really turn his attention from her face. He kissed her eyes and her cheeks and her mouth. A chaste, getting to know you kiss. He leaned back to see the whole of her face again. It was sufficient for now.
“I’m so glad to see you,” he said, a many layered comment.
“And I you,” she smiled.
“What’s your name?”
“Sandra. Sandra Fremont.”
“I guess you know mine.”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
She moved her arm up and down his back and kissed him. He took her face in his hands and she returned the gesture. They opened their mouths and their tongues engaged in delighted exploration. His hands roved over her marvelously soft body. Her breasts filled them to overflowing. Ah! it was so good to have agency. To be able to initiate action! And what action! He buried his face between her breasts. He kissed his way down to her sex and found her swollen and wet.
Of course he had an erection by now, but it was not the turgid, throbbing organ of over stimulation. It was the wholly adequate means of joining with another person. He slid the tip slowly between her folds, over her swollen clitoris. Her welcoming vagina seemed to coax him inside. After his climax he rested on his arms in the quiet to hear her soft noises and feel the waves inside her embrace him. They lay together with his head on one breast and his hand on the other. She nestled her cheek against his forehead and held him in her arms.
Some time later Faranger awoke and found their positions reversed. She was sleeping with her head on his shoulder. Her hair fell across her cheek so he could hardly see her face. It was a picture of her that he treasured, but he gently drew her hair back anyway He watched her fondly until her eyes opened. “Look at you!” he said endearingly.
“Look at you,” she corrected sleepily.
They turned toward one another and wrapped their arms around each other. “I can’t believe this,” said Faranger, his face buried between her neck and shoulder.
“Believe it. I believe everyone has left. Come with me. We can take a shower. Our clothes and things are waiting for us.”
They held hands as they headed into the dark edge of the hall. The changing room was a medium sized, brightly lit space. Their clothes were hanging in a small alcove. They stepped into the shower and soaped each other, and kissed each other, and hugged each other. And then they slowly dried each other with the big fluffy towels that were at hand.
LIFE
“Ahhh, that feels so good!” said Faranger as he pulled his snug boxer briefs up to his waist.
“Yes,” said Sandra, executing the last wiggle to get her sheer tights in place. “There’s a wonderful security about clothing.”
“Do you have to be somewhere?” he asked. “Do you have time for breakfast?”
“A short one. Coffee shop? I have a meeting at nine.”
“Where do you work?”
“I’m a financial analyst at Grimsby Hawthorne.”
“No! Me too! Well, not at Grimsby Hawthorne. I actually own my own small investment firm. But it’s nice to know we can talk about our work. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I think,” she said with a smile that almost wrinkled her nose. “Can I tie your tie for you? I love tying men’s ties.” She stood in front of him and tied the tie. When she was done she ran her hands down his crisp white shirt front. When she reached his belt she slid them around behind and down and pulled their bodies together. They embraced and kissed for a long time.
They exited the building to find a glorious spring day. Faranger thought that the leaves must be just a little bigger than they were yesterday, but he couldn’t tell. They took hands and headed down the street, grinning at each other every now and then like children playing hooky. They went into a coffee shop on the corner across from the park. Faranger went to the counter to get their croissants and coffee, and when he sat down again he said, “So… was the whole night part of your contract?”
“No, not at all. I just wanted to be with you so badly! My contract only required that I stay the night so I could show you the changing room and lock the door on the way out.”
“Ah… ah.. This is just…”
“Yes, isn’t it.” Smile.
“Would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“Oh, for sure! We have to.”
“At Chez Donald? At 6 for drinks? I think it’s about half way between where we work.”
“That sounds just right.”
They ate for a while, looking up from their food repeatedly, to savor the circumstances. Finally Faranger said, “Well, I guess it’s time to start the day. I have to go say ‘Hi’ to Stephanie and Pederson.” Sandra put her hand over his, with a consoling look. They went out of the coffee shop, shared a gentle kiss and headed off in opposite directions.
Faranger walked up the street along the park, and when he entered the building and walked up to Stephanie’s desk, he was sorry for her obvious fright. Her eyes uncontrollably went to the flat front of his pants. He smiled. “Stephanie, I wanted to thank you for your help last night. And to tell you that things will be normal. You don’t need to worry about any repercussions.” She nodded, still wordless. He knew he was doing her a favor by leaving right away.
He went up the stairs at a clip and headed straight for Pederson’s desk. Pederson was always there early. Pederson wasn’t overtly frightened, but he looked at Faranger with concern. “Hi, Ralph.” (He’d looked up the first name on his phone.) “Thanks for your help last night. You were brilliant,” he said with an ironic smile. “No need to worry about any repercussions.” Pederson nodded tentatively.
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