The day dawned in a splash of color and clouds. The warm sun glinting off the river bounced rays of light along glass canyons. It would be a hot day. The brisk walk down Wacker Drive already caused a trickle of sweat to run down his back as he hurried along. He was heading to his office and work, but his mind was far from there. It had been several months since he and Sheryl had seen each other. She lived in another city, traveled occasionally to Chicago. They had met while he was working for a client in Kansas. The relationship began as a casual hello in the halls, though from the first moment Steve felt attraction. For months they passed each other almost daily, or shared an elevator, rarely saying more than "Hi."
Sheryl took the first step. It was just another morning walking to work when Steve came up next to her and said good morning.
"Hi there, how are you today?" she replied.
"Great, just another day in paradise," he joked back.
"So you travel here every week?"
"Yeah, fly in on Sunday night then usually back on Thursday"
"I bet hotel rooms and restaurants get old."
"They sure do. As nice as a hotel may be, it's still a hotel room. I enjoy good food and wine, but I sure get tired of dinner alone."
"Yeah, that must be a pain." Sheryl said glancing at him. She had felt attracted to Steve as well. He was average height, in decent shape for his age, dressed impeccably. His platinum hair was cut short and his piercing blue eyes seemed always attentive. He was someone she could enjoy, intellectually and physically.
"If you ever want some company for dinner, let me know."
"Thanks. That would be great. I'd love company. Is there an evening that works for you?"
"How about tomorrow?" she replied and they made the date.
Sheryl was an Irish beauty, blessed with a flawless complexion and stunning red hair. She was tall, with curves where a woman should have curves. She had a compelling aura, a sensuous, fun-loving spirit simmering just below her refined surface, tinged ever so slightly with sadness. You don't reach the midpoint of life (whatever that means) without experiencing sorrow along the way. Perhaps it was a shared sense of promise and loss, expectations and disappointment that drew them together.
Steve was the naïve one. Though older he'd lived a constricted life, burdened for years by self-imposed morality and religious restriction. He'd left that world a decade before with anticipation and excitement. Determined to taste pleasure and joy, he'd flirted with life and hungered for experience, but was still reserved. While they didn't know it yet as they casually strolled apart after arranging to meet, there was a balance between them, a Ying and Yang that would offer mutual fulfillment.
Dinner began comfortably enough, good food and a drinkable French wine in a quaint atmosphere. Sheryl led the way that night, gradually and gently unveiling the thought that they might share more than just good Bordeaux. Initially surprised by her liberated expression of desires, Steve was flattered and aroused. Thoughts of Sheryl in his arms, her firm breasts pressed against him, had more than once filled his imagination. She opened the door to satisfy mutual longings and he gladly crossed the threshold.
Their love-making that first night was intense. His tender caress and hungry kisses were matched by her confidence and raw sexual energy. She knew how to touch him, to take him in her mouth, consuming him with warmth. As she drew his hard cock inside, his kisses and impassioned thrusting urged her toward orgasm, while she squeezed, pulled and teased him. Their simultaneous climax engulfed their entwined bodies in waves of unbelievable pleasure. He collapsed against her then rolled to her side. Gently playing his fingers over her still swollen nipple, he said "Now that's a first."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's the first time I've had an orgasm at the same time as my partner."
"Really? It's all a matter of muscle control", she said with a wicked smile, "and I like practicing my control. Want to try again?"
"I'm going to need a little recovery time" he laughed, "but I bet you don't, and I know why God gave me a tongue." With that he kissed and licked down her breasts over her belly to taste the sweetness of her smoothly shaved pussy.
Months had passed since that first evening together. During that time their rendezvous had been infrequent with the duties of work and travel often interfering. When they did get together Sheryl was the adventurer, leading Steve to new and different sexual territories. Each episode was etched in his memory, a delightful place to revisit in quiet moments, usually leading to self-pleasure.
Then his project had come to an end and he returned home. While they talked occasionally and exchanged notes via e-mail, today would be the first in months they'd see each other. So as he walked into work that morning, enjoying sunshine and the river, his mind was already wondering what unique pleasures lay in store that afternoon. Just then his cell phone buzzed. "Hello?"
"Hi sexy, just wanted to let you know I got in OK this morning."
"Great!" he replied, "Does your day look crazy?"
"I've got to make a few calls, but I should be back to the hotel by 4:00. I can't wait to see you."
"Me too!" he said. "I'll pick up a bottle of wine"
"Yummy! See you then."
