Chapter 2

She ran her tongue across her lips while she watched. “Save something for me,” she cooed as the blouse being slowly pulled over her head revealed her perky breasts. I wasn’t able to take a breath.

I put my hands on the waistband of my shorts. “Wait, I want to pull those off,” Jackie moaned. I stopped and flopped onto my back. “Be my guest,” I said as I lifted my bottom from the bedspread. Maybe we should have been more concerned about who had the room before us, but once I was with her, the world stopped spinning. Well the record next door kept spinning, but other than that….

“No panties today?” she sighed, almost whimpering, as my shorts slid down my long slim legs.

“You should be happy I wore anything.”

“But you know how I love to undress you.”

Her face went directly for my crotch, her lips wrapped around my erectness sticking out and begging to be sucked, something that she was excellent at. I was on fire blocks from the motel and after just minor attention I screamed, “oh-h-h yes-s-s-s” as my first orgasm rolled over me like a pleasant wave. Coltrane became a little louder.

Jackie’s body was a feast to the senses and mine were in overdrive as I looked and touched everywhere. My hand glided across the soft skin and cupped a breast. My tongue licked the nipple. It stood at attention. Another lick left it dripping. Jackie squealed “More!” and I shifted to the other breast.

A hand forced my head far down her body. I did not resist. “Delightful,” I sighed as I inhaled deeply while looking at the drops of moisture resting on the soft folds of skin, something I was ready to drink and feast on. After the first lick, I felt your body tighten and you thrust yourself hard against my mouth. My tongue split your lips apart and I lapped a tongue full from within you. I paused only long enough to swallow what I’d captured.

Many orgasms for each of us passed one after another, and then we paused and cuddled while preparing for hopefully another round of them.

“Your face excites me,” she whispered in a deep sultry voice as if she were a new lover trying to seduce me.

“I love your skin next to mine.” I stroked one side of her face with a fingertip, and then rested a palm against the cheek before kissing her lips softly for a second then asking, “Why?”

“Why what?” she asked as she stared into my eyes.

“You could have anyone.”

“You’re good for me. Isn’t that enough?”

“Uh-hun.” I kissed her again.

We twisted around and interlocked our legs for what had become our ritual grind just before the two hours were over. Far too quickly after we started, the phone rang with our ten-minute warning.

“I’ll shower when I get home. Just hold me.” Jackie whispered in my ear.

“Ever wish we could do this all the time?” I asked.

“Often,” was all she said as she let go and sat up to get dressed.

“Ralph is going on a business trip.”

“I’d like that.” She knew what I was suggesting and asked or said nothing else.

“Next Monday and back on Wednesday,” I continued.

We had never been to either house and didn’t even know where the other lived. This would be new and different.

“He might call. Mine?”

The rest of the week followed by the weekend dragged like days in prison. Being with Jackie was all I could think about. If I’d had a piece of chalk, I would have been making hash marks on the wall in the bedroom.

The empty place in the garage where Ralph’s car would usually be was filled with a silver BMW, Jackie’s BMW. I stood in the open door from the garage to the kitchen and watched her get out and slowly walk my way with a slight swish to her hips pausing only long enough to become barefoot.

“Welcome home darling,” I squealed. I felt like a child on Christmas morning. I was so ready to unwrap my present.

Her body was soon against mine with her arms around my waist, a hand over my hip the way Ralph often did, but only this time it felt right. We looked intently into each other’s eyes, our noses touched as our lips strained to reach out and be together. Our tongues raced towards each other and met in that space just between our lips before they met too.

“Want me to fuck you on the dinning room table?” she asked. “Or do you want to show me your bedroom?”

“He never asks me things like that,” I sighed. I held her hand and led her to the bedroom. “This is our temple now.”

For the first time, there was no rush, and no two-hour limit to our lovemaking. There was anticipation, but we lingered on our way to that place we had often been, taking the time to explore like we had never allowed ourselves before.

I dragged my tongue from her throat towards her nipple savoring the sensual fragrance of her skin that filled my nostrils. The texture of her pores against my tongue caused tingles to ripple though my body, caused my juices to flow like a raging river about to overflow its banks.

“A drip,” she moaned as she realized what had landed on her thigh that was not quite pressed against where the drip came from. She reached between my legs. “Oh my. Someone’s excited.” I felt a finger near the opening. My hips moved towards her face as if they were a piece of metal pulled by a large magnet.

“I’m addicted to your aroma,” she whispered just before her finger touched my clit, her face a soft breath away.

“I hope you never tire of it.”

Several fingers disappeared in me. “I won’t.” Her lips kissed a magic piece of skin and I gasped as they encircled it, and then nibbled gently.

Two nights and most of two days passed as quickly as two hours at the Shady Rest Motel. The light of the morning sun began to fill the bedroom on Wednesday. I closed my eyes tight, but I knew I could not put this off. Ralph would be in the place where she laid too soon and there was nothing I could do about it.

Our few days together had only reinforced how my life had been for so many years – no children, no love, and a man that I should have not married. Back then, how was I to know what love was all about? Ralph was my first boyfriend in high school and his kisses were just like what I’d seen between my parents. Wasn’t that the way it was supposed to be? He was like my Dad and I had become like my Mom.

Jackie had opened a new world for me. We had walked naked though the house, had tender moments by the stove, kept each other warm in front of the open refrigerator, and feasted on each other all over the house. It was wickedly wonderful. I could never imagine Ralph eating me in the flickering candlelight like she had with my ass parked on the polished dark wood of the dinning room table between the knife and fork with the white cloth napkin rolled up in the silver napkin ring beside the wine glass filled with a dark red wine.

After a long warm shower together, we sat naked at the kitchen table and shared a waffle, silently taking a bite or two and then a sip of coffee. I could not help but take occasional peeks at a nipple still wet or a damp thigh and remember things that would not be. Under the table there was a toe against a toe, or a foot covering a foot, sometimes a foot against a leg.

“Different than our Tuesdays,” she said between bites after a long silence, the tip of the fork resting lightly on the corner of her mouth.

“Will Tuesday ever be enough now?”

“No,” was all she said.

I could tell there was a lot more tacked on that word that was not said. I looked at her; she was trying hard to not cry. That single tear rolling down the side of her nose made all those unsaid words ring loudly in my head. I reached over and touched it. The drop rested on my fingertip for a moment before I lick it away. She took my hand from my mouth and held it against her lips. I could feel her kiss against my palm before a slight squeeze of her fingers.