1 comments/ 10456 views/ 5 favorites Facebook Complications Ch. 01 By: CinT She padded over to the small bathroom at the rear of the store and toweled off her neck one more time. This summer heat was brutal and with the air conditioning on the fritz, she was finding it impossible to stay dry. "I freaking hate this humidity," she muttered to herself while nervously tidying up the shelves in front of her. She peered closer into the mirror for what felt like the fifteenth time that hour and sighed deeply. All the work she'd put into applying her makeup just so and then blow-drying her hair was for nothing. Pulling her hair back into a casual twist, she clipped it high enough off the nape that she no longer felt the wet strands on her neck. A facecloth removed what was left of the mascara running under her eyes but nothing was going to change the slightly feverish tint to her skin. She nervously ran a tongue over her lips and could taste the salty sweat. "Oh, just swell." She told her reflection. "Why couldn't this be happening in the dead of winter instead?" Impatiently flicking off the light, she re-entered the main space of her small store. She'd spent the day cleaning up even though she knew he wouldn't be paying attention to any of it. Fidgeting was more like it though, moving one item here and then uselessly back again. She repeated in her head more than once, "This is demented. Demented, demented, demented." Melanie had been talking to herself in this vein off and on for the past week, with the tension ratcheting up a few notches the closer she got to this date. By the time this morning had arrived, the tension in her body was near overwhelming. Her mind couldn't focus on anything but the clock mounted high on the wall. She knew she'd spoken earlier to clients as they came in, but damn if she could remember a thing that was said or bought. All that mattered right now was that Robin would come through her front door... so soon. Here, in her place, after all this time he would be standing just a foot or two from her. A few tantalizing moments and then? He'd be gone again. "ARGH!" She cried up to the ceiling in frustration. "I am FUCKING losing it!" When she was being honest with herself, she could quietly admit that she'd lost it on his account decades before. It was hard to believe that those heady days of university, music, parties and few responsibilities were almost 20 years gone now. Harder still to reconcile that wild adventurous child with the woman she was now: settled, active in the community, and a mother. A wife. Married. He too was married, with a gorgeous little boy whose grinning face often showed up on his Facebook wall. Oh yes, they'd reconnected online a few years ago in the way that old acquaintances do -- it turned out he was a friend of a friend and so what could one do but accept the request? What made it stranger still was when his wife Jennifer "friended" her as well, adding a surreal element to it all. She had met her back when he and Jen had already been dating for a while. They were all part of a group loosely connected in some ways through classes, running in to one another at parties and bars. But with Melanie and Robin's shared history, she couldn't help but be aware of his girlfriend at the time. For whatever reason, it must have made some sort of sense to Jennifer to virtually hook up again and they'd all stayed in touch in that casual way of 'like'ing one anothers shared links and bon mots. The strangest partto Melanie was that there were so many reasons to allow an authentic friendship to develop between the two women. Moments would crop up while reading Jen's status updates, or recipe postings, or quirky photos when Mel could ruefully admit that she liked this woman. She felt genuinely connected to her somehow and yet she knew she could never acknowledge or pursue it in real life. You can't develop a relationship with someone while running the risk of somehow letting slip that you've had a secret connection with her husband, can you? Especially if said 'connection' was intensely sexual in nature, and had taken place two decades ago. Back in the day when now husband and wife were supposedly exclusively together. The truth was that Mel tried not to think about her long-ago affair with Robin very often. After all, she was in her 40s now and more than happy with her husband and children. What would possibly be the benefit in dredging up old memories? You can't go and compare the insanity of hormone-driven passion with the stability of family, of love and trust established over time. Could you? Okay, so they'd had their crazy fling. Luckily they had come to their senses before they were caught, and life had gone on. They had been in their early twenties after all and, hey, wasn't that the whole point of being young and stupid? Making dumb-ass mistakes and learning from them? Thinking back to those heady days, she couldn't even fathom what had possessed her to flirt with the intriguing yet unavailable guy at that party. She'd seen him around often enough on campus, and usually he was with a dark-haired woman she presumed must be the girlfriend. But on this particular night he was all on his lonesome and she spotted him leaning up against a wall, drink in hand. Their eyes made contact and she suddenly found herself standing in front of him, far closer that a passing acquaintanceship should. "Hello, Mel-a-nie", he had said to her pointedly, toasting her with his plastic cup as he drew out her name. Inordinately pleased by this, she laughed carelessly and knocked the side of her drink to his. "And hello to you too, Ro-bin." she placced the same emphasis on his name as he had done to hers They grinned together, each enjoying the fact that the other had known their name without having been properly introduced before. There was an illicit thrill that ran through her, which had her grasping. Did this mean what she thought it might? Was there some sort of reciprocal interest to be found here? Bah. She knew he was already taken, and she didn't play in other girls' gardens. She mentally shrugged the thought off and focused her attentions back on to his face. The devilish look in his eyes made her wonder just how transparent her thoughts might have been. Ignoring the possibility, she started some general chatter about the music and before long they were deep in conversation, arguing the merits of the emerging grunge scene. Hours flew by as they continued to drink and bicker playfully with one another, oblivious to all around them. There was no doubt she was getting increasingly plastered, drinking far more than was usual for her. All her senses were centred on the man in front of her...the dark hairs on his forearm, his funny habit of letting the tip of his tongue extend through his teeth when he laughed, and the deep timbre of his voice. She felt it was this last which most of all was responsible for the intense heat flooding through her. He had a way of slowing down his words while concentrating on her face that was ridiculously arousing. Melanie found herself trying to make a convoluted point to him, made all the more difficult by her general state of inebriation. When she touched his bare arm to make a point, it was as if a live wire had run right through her. She was shocked into silence, unable to remove her hand. He was looking intently at her, silenced by her touch. They both watched as he took his opposing hand and placed it over hers, heat searing them both into place. They could have stood like that for a millisecond or a millennium, neither noticed time passing. Robin finally shook himself, rousing as from a stupor. He grabbed her hand and said quietly, "We need to get some air." Neither said a word as they threaded their way through the crowd, hanging on tightly with fingers entwined. The fresh blast of air that hit them as they exited was welcome and somewhat sobering. Standing at the bottom of the steps they'd just descended, he looked at her once more and tugged her to the left of the house. It must have been close to 2am, and the only visible lights were coming from the upper windows and the party inside. She followed quietly as he led her through the dark in a seemingly random manner until they found themselves in the back garden, next to a potting shed. "I don't know where I'm going," he admitted sheepishly, peering back over his shoulder as they continued walking towards the alley. "Then maybe we should stop?" Melanie asked shyly. He turned towards her, still gripping her hand tightly in his before pulling her close into his body. They swayed together like this for a moment before they found themselves backing up against the side of a car. All it took was one last look into each others faces before they lunged forward and began devouring. Their hands were frenzied, grabbing frantically in such overwhelming need. Without tearing his mouth away from hers, his hands plunged under her shirt, moving unerringly towards her breasts where nipples were crying out for attention. She was moaning wildly under his kisses, now being scattered across her neck, her shoulders, deep into her cleavage. Her fingers dug into his hair, needing to move his mouth lower so he could suckle her through the thin cotton of her shirt. Robin grabbed the sides of her ass and scooped her up easily, tossing her up on the hood. He moved in seconds later, pulling her near to press deep into the heat emanating from the juncture of her thighs. Her skirt was rucked all the way up as her legs locked around his waist, desperate to feel his hard length rubbing against her through his jeans. Once more they began licking and biting madly, thrusting, hands wild for the touch of eager flesh. Sucking on her bottom lip, his hand slunk under the gathered fabric to rub against the wet material between her legs. All inhibitions tossed completely aside, she sobbed into his mouth. "Oh God, touch me. Touch me. Oh my God, I need you to touch me." He needed no further entreaty and pushing her panties to one side, plunged two of his fingers straight up into her dripping cunt. She gasped loudly and threw her head back completely as his thumb found her clit and his hand began fucking her manically. The sheer intensity, the suddenness of all the sensations, the overwhelming ferocity in which he was ravaging her...her brain couldn't assimilate it in any rational manner. The orgasm flooded over her in an overwhelmingly powerful burst, the walls deep inside her clenching down on his fingers in hot rhythmic waves. Melanie clung to him, shaking and shuddering as tears began to stream down her cheeks. With agonizing slowness he withdrew his fingers, feeling the residual ripples and juices escaping from her lower lips. Barely coherent with lust, he peeled off what was left of her sodden underwear and dropped it to the ground. Her legs had dropped down from and were just hanging down. She attempted to catch her breath and stem the river of tears...why the hell was she crying like this? She's wanted this, wanted him, hadn't let herself acknowledge the depths of her longing for this slender boy. What was wrong with her? Oblivious to her turmoil, Robin was struggling with his belt buckle and zipper. His hands kept shaking and he was soon frantically clawing at his jeans and briefs, bending forward to better push both down to his ankles angrily. He needed to bury himself to the hilt in her silk. Nothing else mattered, nothing but the maddening scent of her pussy and the blistering heat. He looked up at her, hunched forward towards him on the hood of this dusty old car. Her skirt was still akimbo and her juices glistened in what little light the alley provided. The sight was too much for him and he lunged forward, grabbing her ankles to throw them over his shoulders. His mouth engulfed her cunt, his tongue completely shattering what little composure she had left. She screamed soundlessly as he sucked on the hot bud of her clit, ruthlessly pinning her in place with his hands spreading her wide. Melanie's head was flinging itself wildly from side to side, her body convulsing. He mindlessly feasted on her, all but lost in the ecstasy she was pouring forth. He finally dragged his face up to her mouth, just as eager to gobble her face as he had been her quim. As close as they were grappling, his heavy cock joustled between them, trying to hone in on its target. It took nothing but a quick lift of her hips to fully impale himself in her with but one mighty thrust. And that was it for him...he was shooting. Shooting with the stars, shooting in near-pain as his balls spurted forward with the speed of an out-of-control train. He could do nothing but abandon himself to the sensations she pulled out of him with each cum-filled spasm. They clung to one another in the dark, still joined and dripping, bewildered by the events that had just transpired. Facebook Complications Ch. 02 Melanie's eyes made their way back over to the clock... 15 more minutes to go. Would he be early? Late? Hey! Maybe Robin wouldn't even show up. For all she knew, he might have forgotten entirely all about the arrangement made a week ago and she'd been agonizing for days for absolutely nothing. This whole stupid, STUPID thing had started with that damned cookbook his wife wanted. Apparently Jennifer had tried some banana bread at a party and became enraptured by the recipe. Their hostess mentioned it was from an out-of-print Paul Prudhomme cookbook, and Jen latched on to the idea of finding a copy for herself. All it had taken was one idle post on her Facebook wall and golly gee, there was Mel to the rescue. Chirping out that sure, she happened to have the very one herself and would be happy to loan it out. A rapid fire exchange began and before she knew it, she was being told that Jen would send her hubby to come come by on his way after work. And now today was Saturday, D-Day. Disaster Day? Demented Day was more like it. She had flipped the sign on the front door and closed the store up an hour early because... Because... 20 years was long gone yet still somehow, sometimes, still there lurking below the surface. A connection she had never quite been able to shed, like a too tight skin that occasionally cropped up, threatening to choke her. Melanie shook herself briefly. She hadn't realized she'd been idly toying with her nipple through her blouse. Lost deep in reverie, thick with erotic memories of their two brief months spent as lovers. Of course things would be completely different now, would have to be when they finally reunited. There was no remote chance that the electricity which bound them so powerfully could possibly still be present. Right? Honestly, it was more than a little ridiculous for her to even be contemplating it! Marriages, children, work, aging bodies...everything that had been built up in their separate lives would have already taken care of that. She was just being a silly goose, caught up in an overwrought fantasy sprung from an excited libido. Nothing but a horny old lady was she. If she was realistic in her thinking, she'd been little more been a college-years fling for Robin. Probably someone he never really thought of "in that way" since, except perhaps in a fleeting moment or two. And that was only if she was lucky. They *were* lucky, now that she thought on it some more. Jennifer had never learned of them, and he'd managed to keep their affair a secret all of these years. Whatever else had transpired in those crazy days of stupid risk-taking and frantic couplings, they'd made sure to keep themselves apart whenever Jen was around. Melanie knew that such all-consuming lust could easily have driven them past the point of lunacy, the sexual equivalent of walking a tightrope across the mighty Niagara with no safety net in place. It was an unabated hunger she'd had for him, and she now realized belatedly that she'd had never experienced the like since. The tentative knocking on glass startled her, and she whirled towards the sound. Oh shit. He's actually here. A foolish giggle escaped her lips, heart beating madly in her chest. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. She made her way to the door on shaky legs. Recognizing his form through the tempered glass, she swung the door open, stepping aside to let him in. "Hey, stranger. Come on in!" she said, striving to turn her head aside naturally so as to not stare at him. Melani felt rather than saw him move past, his lips suddenly brushing her cheek in greeting as he did. He made his way in to the store and she busied herself with locking the door up behind him, making sure the sign was still flipped in the "Closed" position. "Wow! This is great, Mel. I love it!" Turning back, she tracked his voice and found him standing by one of the large bookshelves, gingerly touching the delicate glass paperweight before him. His head swung towards her and they made eye contact. "He's the same," she thought in wonder, the nerve endings between her legs wildly responsive. Un-fucking-believable. "Um, thanks. Thanks! Yes, look around, please tell me what you think," she babbled inanely. She watched Robin as he prattled on, picking up and replacing objects as he meandered through the store. She knew she must be keeping up her end of the conversation, because they both tripped over the other's sentences with light laughter. She couldn't take her eyes off of him and felt compelled to watch every movement, her fascination quickly morphing into an uncomfortable hunger. He seemed to have finally looked his fill and turned back towards her, causing Melanie to sidestep and move behind her sales desk. It felt safer somehow if she put some physical distance between them both. She leaned forward a bit, using the counter to support her weight and steady her trembling hands. Robin moved in to the opposite side and just stood there, body silent and still as his eyes roved over her. "You look amazing, Mel," he stated quietly. "Those pictures you've posted over the years don't do you any justice. Then again, photos never could quite capture all your qualities." Melanie tittered at his words, a deep flush moving up her neck. "Oh, shut up already. Don't be stupid!" she growled, rolling her eyes dramatically, a silly mock anger flashing through her words. She had said it that way wanting to hear him laugh and break the tension, but instead he reached across and gathered her hands into his. Alarmed, she pulled her fingers back as from a hot stove and saw he was staring at her, a serious mien to his face. Robin sighed audibly. "Christ, you never could take a compliment, could you? Still lovely, so vulnerable and open, and yet always incapable of seeing what the rest of us could see, plain as the nose on your face. You're such an idiot sometimes, Melanie." Melanie goggled at him. Sometime during his mini diatribe he'd begun pacing a bit, nervous energy betrayed in his movement. What the hell was going on now? "An idiot. Yes, I can see that. Well, how about some tea?" she chittered brightly before fleeing to the little nook of a kitchen in back. Oh, crap. This wasn't at all how she'd foreseen this playing out. Two cool cucumbers, the exchange of a book and some well wishes... curtain falls, players exeunt stage left and right. The End. The proverbial whimper, not a bang. She fumbled about filling the kettle, clattering cups and saucers together as she fought to hold her composure together. Her head was bent over the teapot, trying to decide between the brews she had to choose from, when she felt the lightness of his hands on her shoulders and jumped. "Woah!" Robin exclaimed as she spun around to face him. "I wasn't trying to scare you, I thought you heard me. You're so...edgy. What's wrong?" Melanie looked up into his eyes, dismayed to feel she had tears starting to leak of their own accord. Before she could brush them away, he tilted her head back gently and wiped at the salty wetness with his fingertips. Never looking away, he cradled her face in his hands, locking her in place as she reached up and gripped his forearms. "What is it, Mel? What's upset you so? Can't you tell me?" She shrugged herself out of his grip and turned back to the tea things. "It's nothing. I was just being stupid, is all." She could sense him moving away a bit, offering some of her personal space back. No, come back, she thought irrationally. Come closer, hold me. Holding both cups gingerly to avoid sloshing, she slowly made her way over to the cozy reading area by the side bay window, beckoning him to follow with a nod. They sat silently for a few moments, each lost in the depths of their respective thoughts before Robin spoke again. "You might find this kind of dumb, but I've been so nervous all week, knowing I'd be seeing you today." Melanie was startled. "Really? I wouldn't have expected that of you." "Oh yeah," he answered with a sheepish nod. "I even drove past the store Thursday night to make sure I knew where you were. I mean, I already sort of had an idea of the location, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't going to be late. I remember how much you hate that." She couldn't help but laugh out loud at that comment. God, she used to give him so much grief about his chronic tardiness back in the day. Such a stickler about time, and here she was now, feeling as though she'd wait another thousand years to see him again. Dumb-ass romantic. "Yes, but I know it's different now when you have kids...your time is not your own, you run on their clock instead." His face brightened at her words and they spent the next half-hour sharing funny and touching anecdotes about their children. This was so much easier, she thought. All this light-heartedness was easing away the unspoken tensions between the two and she felt she could just giggle and laugh with him forever. It gave her a chance to look him over unobtrusively and notice the small changes that time had wrought. Sure, he had some grays mixed in with the black of his hair but on men it only ever looked distinguished - yet another way Mother Nature was kind to her sons and not her daughters. As far as Melanie was concerned, the crinkles around his eyes and extra weight around his belly were just proof of a life well-lived, and she felt oddly pleased to see that. With a deep sigh, Robin pushed himself up from the comfy armchair opposite her. "I guess I'd better get going. We're probably holding up dinner at home, right?" Melanie walked him towards the front door, making a quick side trip to the table that held the cookbook he'd come for. She pressed it into his hands with a murmured "Don't forget this" before quickly bussing him on the cheek. Before she had a chance to step back, his right hand snaked out to the nape of her neck and he pulled her in close. The lines of their bodies pressed together as he gently touched his lips to hers. Immobile for a moment, they stayed joined with just the slightest pressure of mouths touching before Robin groaned aloud and tightened his arms around her. The kiss deepened, their tongues frantically entwining as their hands roamed freely, renewing their acquaintance with a beloved form. Melanie shook, possessed with an unabated hunger for this man, this flesh she'd longed for, had dreamed of touching once more. This need blossomed like an atomic flower, all teeth and fingers and twisting desire deep in her womb. She pushed herself free of his arms, chest heaving and her mouth swollen from his ravaging. With trembling hands, she bent forward and picked up the carelessly dropped book, handed it back to him and unlatched the door. Robin turned towards her a final time before stepping out onto the threshold. "This isn't over and you know it. It hasn't been over for 20 long fucking years and damned if I'm giving you up again as easy. I want this. You want this. We ARE going to have it." With those final words and an almost angry glare, he was gone. Facebook Complications Ch. 03 Robin stretched his arms up high above his head, joints creaking as he did so. He squirmed a bit in his office chair, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. This was proving impossible after such a long day of being hunched over his keyboard, bleary eyes fixed to the monitor. This stupid proposal they had him working on was eating up far too much time and energy, and he just wanted to get home and pass out. Fat chance of that, though. He knew that the moment he stepped through the front door he'd be bombarded with an array of "honey-do"s and sleep would be hours away. The joys of being husband and father, he thought ruefully. It's Friday evening and all I want is my bed, and to sleep in? Man, am I ever getting old. An illicit image suddenly popped in to his head at the thought of his bed....Melanie, naked and writhing on crisp white sheets. Her legs were spread wantonly as he buried his head in her thatch of glistening pubes, frantically working his fingers inside her as he licked and nibbled her to a blinding orgasm. His penis twitched and grew as he let himself flow into a delicious daydream of the two of them together. It blew his mind that even after twenty years apart, he could still conjure up her musky smell, the unique taste of her speared under his tongue. Seeing her again at her little shop two weeks ago had reawakened so many dormant desires. It was as though he had been sleep-walking through his marriage, and if he was willing to be honest with himself, he knew it had been years since he'd felt the potency of lust like this. Intimacy had taken a backseat in his life ever since Jen's pregnancy and the birth of their son. He understood this, of course; he wasn't a complete asshole. At the same time, Brian was 7 years old now and things were still amicable between them...and pretty much platonic. It was like living with a roommate, one with whom he shared the burden of a mortgage, childrearing, ageing parents, the whole kit and caboodle really except for sex. Occasionally Jennifer would give in to his nighttime advances, but the mere fact that he knew she acquiesced out of a sense of duty rather than desire took the joy out of the act. Their infrequent couplings simply highlighted how little they connected with one another anymore with any kind of true passion. The bright side to everything had been the addition of a new email correspondence. He and Melanie had taken to writing notes to one another since that afternoon....tentatively at first, but with increasing frequency and flirtatiousness. Sometimes it was just a shared joke, the kind of silliness that could be posted on Facebook without a second thought. Other times it might be a rant about a co-worker who wore too much nasty perfume and wouldn't stop trying to press against him in the elevator. The content didn't matter as much as the context, the sharing, and the rapid increase of his heart rate whenever he newly spotted her name in his Inbox. Out of habit, he refreshed the screen and was rewarded with a new one from her, entitled, "Mouse". He clicked it open, anxious to see what she shared today. "Poor Robin is so very, very tired. He's just escaped that blasted conference room for a ten minute break and finds himself back at his desk, looking out the open door at the people milling about the office. He's too knackered to get up and close it, but all he wants is to lay his head down on his desk and shut his eyes." He paused at this part and chuckled quietly. Only his Mel would use the word "knackered" without being British! "But suddenly, he hears a funny little squeak and what sounds like a giggle. What on earth? Are there mice here? He starts to slide his chair back to investigate and is startled to feel two small hands gripping his ankles, keeping him from rolling back. He cautiously lowers a hand beneath the desk but yelps in surprise when two of his fingers get lightly bitten to the sound of more giggles." Whoa, he thought to himself. This is an interesting turn of events. What exactly is she writing for me here? "He looks up frantically at the open door. What to do? Anyone could pop their head in his office, anyone at all, any time! But those insistent hands, now gently alternating between stroking his calves and tickling behind his knees, they had him prisoner there, didn't they?" Robin's breath quickened with the reading. He knew in a flash what naughtiness Melanie was reminding him of; a time when a certain curvy redhead had fellated him under a study carrel of the university's library. He had never forgotten the wickedness he'd experienced as she ministered some of the most amazing tongueing and sucking he'd ever had. He was rock hard now, remembering how her hands had gripped him in place when he'd first demurred, nervous they'd be caught. "Watching that damn door carefully, he slowly returned his hands beneath his desk. Were the teeth waiting for him? He cautiously patted about around his knees, straining to find - oh! A hot and wet mouth had just captured some of the fingers on his right hand. His heart was pounding like a mad man's as he felt the gentle sucking, that soft tongue running between them, the graze of teeth against the knuckles as the greedy mouth demanded more. Stunned into submission but with his flesh wild with anticipation, Robin's left hand touched soft hair and captured some in his fist. I've caught you, little mouse, he said quietly under his breath. He could hear her almost silent laughter around his fingers before she let them slide out, dripping wet..." Oh god, did she just write "wet"? She was killing him now, honest and true. He closed his eyes and paused his reading for a moment. Here in this private office he could lightly stroke his cock, imagining her mouth was just inches away, eager and moist. "He wrapped both hands gently around her head, sliding them down to touch her face. So soft was her skin. He lightly traced her brow, the flutter of her eyes, the cheeks that led down to that oh so saucy mouth. It was getting harder to keep his breath in check, and he could tell by her movement and sounds she was beginning to squirm in that cavern under the desk. His eyes glazed over as that indescribable smell of female arousal wafted up to him. Oh my god, is she actually taking off her clothes? Would he be able to just what, reach in and touch her, as easy as that? It didn't seem possible." "Fuck," he grunted hoarsely. His hand was rubbing more frantically, spreading the dripping pre-cum he'd liberally leaked out up and down his shaft. She was driving him crazy, and on purpose. "He almost didn't register the change in direction that those little hands had taken. It would appear they had carefully crept, so lightly and softly up into his lap, where the quick scrape of nails across it brought a garbled sound to his lips. He looked down and there they were. Cheeky buggers - one of them actually WAVED at him, and he had to swallow a crazy laugh!!" At this point he DID laugh aloud. What a goof she was, penning an erotic fantasy for him chock full of her twisted brand of humour. If anything, Robin became even more aroused as it began to truly sink in that she'd written these words for him and his pleasure. She'd known he would touch himself like this, and she wanted that from him. "He tried grabbing those naughty hands but they simply caught his fingers and pulled them further under. They had him cupping two warm breasts, heavy with need and straining into his palms. He began stroking them, those luscious and responsive nipples quivering under his touch as the pants and moans below became more audible. The tricksters had let go of his wrists as he began to touch those delicate points, and they made their way back into his lap. Brushing here, a nudge there, and OH GOD YES a full grasp over his length with deliciously slow friction as she moved them about. " Robin sighed, remembering her breasts. They were so soft and pale, with large aureolas he loved nibbling. He had spent hours feasting and suckling her, both of them spread out on the bed and taking their sweet time pleasuring the other. He slowed down the stroking to a steadier pace, determined to stretch out this renewed and shared intimacy. He imagined her on a couch somewhere, perhaps semi-nude while composing this email on her laptop. Had she felt the rush of heat between her legs, that creeping lightness of breath as she wrote to him? Did she close her eyes to better conjure up the memory of his touch, his taste? He needed to know these things and so much more. "Please please please, he began begging, careful to try and keep his voice pitched low for only her ears to hear. He wasn't even quite sure what he was begging for anymore. He'd forgotten all about the door, the conference hall, everything but this naked woman under the table. Please what? her voice cooed back at him. Please...my belt. My belt. Take it off. As you wish, she whispered..." Yes, she knew how badly he needed this naked woman, now. He knew he should have just pulled her blouse out those jeans when he saw her, and stripped her naked when he'd been kissing her finally again. Again. Again. Those words resonated and he imagined the heat of her flesh and how she would have moaned when he cupped the fleshy mound between her thighs. His hand moved faster and faster, slapping his cock around and then thrusting into his fist, imagining it was her mouth, or maybe that juicy cunt he'd loved so much. He could see that the email was drawing to a close and only a few final sentences remained. "Make it last, man," he thought, one hand on his balls and the other moving in the timeless fashion of eager males. "Nimble fingers reached up and made short order of his belt, unlooping it from his pants and then pulling it under the table with them. He could feel the subtle shift of movement below, but from the sounds she began to make, he couldn't quite figure out what was happening. And where had those delicious hands gone to? He wanted them back! Her moans seemed louder and he listened, rapt in fascination with his imaginings of her below. She sighed suddenly, and he was startled to find see the belt coiled up and dropped back into his lap. Stunned, he looked at it sitting there, and then bent over closer with a bit of a frown on his face. Was the leather.... glistening? Had she actually be been pleasuring herself with this brown leather of his?!?" Robin could feel his balls tightening as he read those final words, a fiendishly wild orgasm imminent. Kinky little minx! Just what kind of sex was she into these days?! He could no longer stop fucking himself with his fist, imagining her masturbating before him. His movements grew disjointed and frantic before finally he came in a rush, back arched with a giant roar. His come flew everywhere as he milked those final thrusts, panting and shaking as he let the immensity of the release flood through him. A few minutes passed before he was able to compose himself and clean up the mess he had made all over his desk. It wouldn't do to leave it for the night caretakers to take care of, he thought, a little crazily. Robin gathered up all his belongings to prepare to go home, but returned to his system one last time. Musing for a moment, he then bent over his keyboard and furiously tapped out a few words in response. Pleased with his reply, he shut everything down for the weekend and turned off the lights. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Melanie didn't get a chance to look at her private email account until just before bed. Everyone in the house was settling in for sleep and she could finally steal a few minutes to see what, if anything, was Robin's response to what she written him earlier. Screen flickering in the darkness of the kitchen, she grinned triumphantly at the words before her and did a little jig of a dance in her bare feet. "Friday, 2pm."