The return home was uneventful, except for our little stop on the side road. It was after dark when we arrived at Nadia's apartment. The luggage and leftover supplies were quickly unloaded. We sat to relax a bit and just breathe. It had been a particularly good weekend and a fun getaway for us both.
Nadia got up from the sofa and pulled at my hands.
She spoke.
"I need a shower and I want you to scrub my back please."
I spoke.
"With pleasure my love, whatever you need."
Once in the bedroom, our clothing was shed, and the water turned on. The steam began to fill the room and we stepped in. The water pelted us and streamed down our bodies. It was a fabulous feeling. I took a washcloth, body wash and began to clean Nadia's body. The soap made a lot of bubbles, and I used just enough pressure to massage her body. She moved in such a fashion that I was able to wash her entirely. And I paid special attention to her back just as she had requested. The shower wand came out of its holder, and I rinsed her off. The water caused her skin to gleam in the light.
When I had finished, Nadia began to give me the same attention I had given to her. The touch of her hands and the soap was marvelous. She seemed to spend a greater amount of time washing my cock and ass. But then, I seem to recall doing a similar action for her as well. The shower ended and we stepped out to dry. As we had done before, we dried the other. Nadia fell into the bed. I went through her apartment and turned down the lights. Returning to the bedroom, Nadia smiled at me and held her arms out to me. Slipping under the sheets and then next to her, I wrapped her in my arms. She pressed her back against my chest, and we drifted to sleep.
Somewhere in the darkness, I awakened to find Nadia's hand gently stroking my cock. I could not see her in the darkness.
But I heard her whisper.
"Love me."
Gently rolling her on to her back, I moved over her with her legs parting as I did so. My cock began to trace the outline of her labia and I pressed it against her folds. She began to swell, and her pussy parted against my cock. Slowly, and an inch or half an inch at a time, I entered her.
The pleasure of the first thrust was exquisite for us both. We moaned in ecstasy together. Placing my thumb on her clitoris, I began to massage and thrust. We went slowly but firmly. Nadia pulled her knees up to give me greater access to her. I would press into her as far as I was able and then pullout to just the tip of my cock. And just as slowly, insert it once again.
After several minutes this way, it became more than either of us could take. Nadia wanted it faster and I was ready to oblige her. Our tempo increased together and then she arched her back, dug her nails into my arms to orgasm. As quickly I emptied into her. For a few precious moments I pushed into her while my cock shuttered, and her vagina squeezed. My erection flagged and I fell next to her once more.
We kissed before Nadia spooned against me and we fell into a deep restful sleep.
Monday morning arrived. Our last week in the city before a new adventure began. I rolled out of bed to make coffee. We shared the coffee, as we had a habit of doing, in the shower. We dressed for work. I wore my usual slacks, shirt, and tie. It is never that way for Nadia. This day, a black silk blouse, bright red knee length skirt, black stockings, and black stilettos. I swear to you, the way she looks, time would stop to admire her.
We agreed to meet at Mama and Pops for lunch.
Work for me was easy now. The project was completed ahead of schedule. All I needed to do was tidy up and make certain all the files were safely stored. Morning was filled with short meetings, phone calls and general conversations about my future. Several comments were made.
Mostly concerning things such as,
"I wish I had the guts to do that."
or
"Wow! That is a big step out on faith!"
The comments did not faze me one bit. I had found the love of my life and that was the most important thing for me. We would find a way. I had decided Tuesday would be my last day for work. There were no reasons for long goodbyes or anything of that nature. There were things I needed to do before we left. Packing my belongings, turning the apartment over to the intern and some small items I had not thought of.
Gratefully, lunch time was here and my date with Nadia. Mama and Pop are always glad to see us. We had been there so many times in the last several months, we did not order anymore. Pop just brought out whatever Mama was making. Nadia and I were fine with that. We were served bread, olive oil, pasta with meatballs, minestrone, and salad. Everything was beyond delicious.
I asked Nadia if it would okay for us to meet at her apartment later. I needed to go to my apartment and pack and have it ready for the intern. She said she was fine with this, but I should not take too long. We parted with a kiss, and we went back to work.
The afternoon held extraordinarily little interest for me. There just was not anything for me to do, so I cleaned out my desk and stored all relevant materials for the future. I asked my supervisor if I may leave at 3:00 to pack and prepare for the trip. He said that would be fine for today, but he would like to see me at 9 am tomorrow morning. I said I would be here.
Quietly leaving, I headed for my apartment. Packing did not take long as I do not really own that much. All I needed now sat by the door in three suitcases. A small suitcase held everything I would need for the rest of the week. I would be staying with Nadia until we departed. Tomorrow I will place the keys in the intern's hand, pick up my luggage and everything will be done. I turn off the lights, closed the door and headed for Nadia's apartment.
The door was unlocked when I arrived at her apartment. All the lights were off except for one, and it was low. Nadia stood in the hallway wearing the sheerest shirt I had ever seen. Her hair and makeup were outstanding. The pose she wore accentuated her curves.
All of her was visible, but not clearly. In the half-light, I could see her breasts, but only shadows. The nipples protruding through the sheer material. Her triangle was but a vague shape only detectable when the light shone directly on her. Nadia seemed to glide across the floor toward me. She extended her arm, and it held a large wine glass brimming with dark red liquid. The glass was handed to me, and I drank deeply.
In her best housewife voice, she spoke.
"Welcome home honey, and how was your day?"
I chuckled deeply and spoke.
"Well, it was okay, but I think the evening is going to be better."
Then she was Nadia once more. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my arms went to her waist. It was the best welcome home kiss anyone could have wished for. Nadia guided me to the table where dinner was ready and waiting. She called it spanakopita, but it tasted like spinach pie. It is the same thing. There is also pita, feta, and olives. It was getting to be standard fare for me, and I loved it all.
I sat down at the table, but instead of sitting across from me, Nadia sat in my lap.
Nadia spoke.
"We are going to feed one another tonight."
