It was late one Wednesday afternoon and I was on the phone with one of my most important clients, as we talked I found myself easily distracted. I looked out the window of my office at the crowded city streets several stories below. I was trying to keep up my end of the conversation but my mind was filled with thoughts – bits and pieces actually – about Jackie and the times we had been together.
I couldn't seem to get one particular image out of my mind. It was little more than a moment in time, but it had been with me ever since it happened. It was late in the afternoon last Saturday. It was one of those on-again, off-again rainy days and we had been making love most of the afternoon. Jackie had just come out of the bathroom into the bedroom and she stood very still for a moment by the bed. The soft, afternoon light filtered in through the bedroom window made her nude body almost seem to glow. I remembered how she simply stood there, looking down at me, her breast raising and falling slightly as she breathed – the delicate, slightly mischievous half-smile on her face was undoubtedly in anticipation of what was to come – what we were about to share between us again. I wanted to pull her into the bed and hold her – make love to her, feel her skin beneath my hands...at the same time I didn't want her to ever move from where she stood.
My client asked me a question over the phone that jolted me back to reality. I had no answer because I hadn't been listening so I stammered some vague response into the phone and hoped it would cover me. I was embarrassed with myself that I had been caught thinking about Jackie again.
After finishing the phone call I stood behind my desk looking out the window. The storm that had passed through the city a few hours earlier and was, with the exception of a few lingering clouds, pretty well gone. Tomorrow, I thought, would be one of those gloriously beautiful days that shouldn't be wasted.
"Jackie," I said into the phone. "Why don't we take the day of tomorrow...we can call in sick or something...I know a great place up the coast where we can be alone, maybe have an early dinner, just enjoy the day together?" Her musical laugh told me she would agree with my suggestion even before she answered.
I stayed late at the office getting my work finished up so that I wouldn't have to worry about taking the day off. It was however, a little difficult to keep my focus. All I could think about was being with her again the next day. We had been apart for a few days so that we could sort things out...yes, it was my suggestion. I was perplexed by the fact that Jackie just didn't seem to be concerned at all about the fact that we were brother and sister...and passionate lovers. I wished that I could be like her and seemingly ignore what was unpleasant, but I couldn't – couldn't because I was falling hopelessly in love with her. And at the same time I was not ready to fall deeply in love with a woman that I couldn't have. Not again, yet I could feel it happening and I felt helpless to stop it.
We have had some wonderful discussions between us about so many personal things; our ex's, our fears, our expectations, our mistakes, our desires but we've simply never had a deep discussion about our relationship as siblings...and as lovers. I know that lust...even a little loneliness had brought us together that first time we had sex at her place. But what we found in each other was so unexpected and strong it changed everything, at least for me.
As I rode the elevator down to the parking garage I was glad I was alone. I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned back against the wall and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Jackie on her knees at that very moment sucking on my cock? I imagined her deep black hair falling gently around her face as she slid her lips slowly down the shaft of my hard cock – withdrawing quickly and using her tongue to tantalize the ring around the head of my penis before plunging it back into her warm, moist mouth.
The elevator door opened and I went to my car and drove home with the erotic image still hovering somewhere below my conscious.
The next morning the day was beautiful and even warmer than I expected. I pulled my car to the curb in front of Jackie's apartment just as the doors opened and she came out. She was wearing a short, white cotton dress, a pale pink belt, and white high heels. Her dress clung to her body as she walked toward the car making her nipples press against the thin material. I also could see the faint impression of the narrow band of material of her thong panties where the strap crossed over her hip. Her legs were erotic and feminine and I couldn't help but notice how delicately she swung them into the car. I like that.
"I can't tell you the last time I played hooky from work – let's get out of town before we get caught!" She said with a laugh.
As we drove through the city toward the coast Jackie seemed to chatter excitedly about everything she saw. Several times, as she turned to look out the window of the car, I got a glimpse of her right nipple between the gaps at the front of her dress.
I was heading to a very secluded place along the coast that I had found, almost by accident, many years before. It was a small stretch of beach that had an access that was difficult to find unless you had been there before. I would return to it occasionally; whenever I was in the mood to be alone. In all the years I had visited that particular beach I never saw another person there. It was the perfect place for Jackie and I on a day like this.
