3 comments/ 20384 views/ 1 favorites Four Days in Paradise By: Owain62 Chapter 1 – The Training Session "Not another training session! I can't afford the time away from the office. You know I'm behind on the Thompson's quarterly tax payment calculations and we need to get the rest of the partnership bookkeeping done to finalize that". My plea fell on deaf ears. I had to go. I couldn't argue against the entire accounting profession. It wasn't even like it was training in some place exotic. OK, I could put up with training in Las Vegas or San Francisco – but Kansas City? You can't even get a direct flight to the place. I wasn't all that pleased about being on a plane again so soon in any event. Just last week I had been departing for Salt Lake City when, in front of my eyes, the UTA flight from Charlotte crashed and all on board were killed. With these thoughts, I sat in my window seat praying for the near impossible – not to be bothered by the person in the seat next to me. As we started down the runway, I watched the takeoff with the joy and frustration of a pilot in the back. A small flame and a puff of smoke from the engine were like a dream. The loud bang which accompanied them wasn't. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid we had a flat tire and will need to return to the gate" lied the captain as he throttled back the engines. I wasn't going to argue with him. At least we were getting off this plane! A second attempt on a new plane got us into the air and on our way to a week of boredom. "When calculating earnings and profits for a newly purchase foreign subsidiary, a section 338 election should be made in order to eliminate the historical E&P and allow for a step up in basis and a fresh start. This benefits the client and makes our lives easier – ha ha" Oh god save me from moronic instructors. After two days of this I was ready to consider murder as an acceptable career path. The only ray of hope in this entire dismal event was my colleague from Atlanta I met at the firms' dinner last night. She seemed very nice and we had a long talk about shared work frustrations. Granted the divorce, mine, was only a few months old, but I still wasn't interested in making the emotional investment. I was looking forward to some nice but boring work conversation. OK, so I have been wrong before and will be wrong again. At dinner we managed to sit together again – her instructor was no better than mine. The shared conversation around the table was the interminable dullness of the event. How much better we would do this if we were running the training sessions! After dinner, a huge crowd descended on the bar and there we wasted another hour or so mumbling about work pressures, deadlines, idiot clients – the usual CPA chit chat. "I've got to get some fresh air", my Atlanta colleague said. I could appreciate her thoughts and I too did not want to play the "Get stuck with the bar tab and try to explain that to the accounting department when you get back" game. The hotel had a nice terrace on the top floor with a view of incredibly quiet and not so great looking downtown Kansas City. Turns out even with such a classic view, no one else seemed interested in sharing it with us. Our conversation moved from work to home. I explained my recent divorce and she explained her failing third marriage. It finally dawned on us that it was getting quite late, so back inside we went. At her door I risked a quick kiss on the cheek which she seemed to appreciate, and possibly approve of. The fourth day was as mind numbing as the previous three. The only consolation was that we knew we were almost through. "When considering management and control for purposes of corporate residence, one must ensure true third party relationships exist. Otherwise, one risks a conflict of interest – not unlike our colleagues did with the Enron entities – ha ha" Even worse, they were doing Enron jokes. Please god, take me now! A smile from my Atlanta colleague across the room lightened up an otherwise dreary day. Another dinner. Another round of pass the check. FRIDAY! It finally arrived. Thank god I can now get back to the office, try to catch up a bit on the weekend. I had an early morning flight back. Hopefully Monday wont be so bad. I could imagine all the irate client phone calls I would have to endure. Most of the attendees were going back home this evening. At dinner last night my Atlanta colleague and I arranged to have dinner tonight as we were two of only a half a dozen who couldn't get flights out until the morning. I couldn't believe it. We actually found a decent restaurant in Kansas City! Not too big, nor pretentious. Good country French with a decent, not extravagantly overpriced wine list. Their casseoulet, while good, did not evoke the fond memories of my holidays last year in Tourraine. But, I thought, at least the company was good. Amy, I could no longer think of her as "my Atlanta colleague", was wonderful company and as the dinner progressed, and the wine was consumed, we returned to her life story. Third marriage was on the rocks. Husband had lost his job, his sense of self worth, his sense of everything. Amy had put up with it for 2 years but her patience was wearing thin. "I get him job interviews and he screws them up. Comes across as a big shot bit can't back it up in the interview. He wont even consider a different, or god forbid a more junior, position!" I let her talked, mumbling an occasional "I understand". I did, actually, as I had been through the same thing. But I got out of it and so could he – if he wanted to. "As long as you pay the mortgage, put food on the table and have sex with him three nights a week and twice on the weekends, why should he even try to get a job?" I asked. Well, that got a good laugh. "Sex three times a week and twice on the weekends, you must be kidding. I'm lucky if he is willing to have sex once a month. Even then it wouldn't happen if I didn't initiate it." Wow, someone was in a worse position than I was. Having my ex wife move out and in with her new boss I thought I might know his motive. "So is he having sex with someone else?" I asked. "Who would want him? OK, I know that's not fair" she said softly. "I just don't understand why he won't accept my emotional support. Its as if he has cut himself off from everyone, especially me." Dessert was finished, the coffee dark and strong, just the way I like it. I know it keeps me awake at night, but to me, that's the way such a nice meal should end. I had given up smoking so the after dinner coffee was my one guilty pleasure. Walking back to the hotel in the cold night air, I had wrapped my arm around Amy for warmth. She smiled as we walked and our conversation turned to lighter subjects. Back at her room, as I was getting ready to kiss her goodnight and was already thinking about the mornings' early flight. "Would you like to see the lousy view of Kansas City from my balcony?" she asked quietly. Now, I'm a good ole boy from the South, so I assumed (stupid me) she actually meant what she said. So, as they say, I walked into it with eyes wide shut. Her room was no different from my own in this clean but otherwise unremarkable corporate hotel. In fact, except for the fact that her room faced out of town and mine faced a brick wall across the street, they were identical. I followed her out to the balcony and we searched for, but couldn't find, the stars in the glow of the city's lights. The cold air brought my arm around her shoulder again and as we stood there, she moved my arm to around her waist. She smiled as we talked about the moon. I turned towards her for a better view of the moon and as I did so she reached up and kissed me ever so gently on the lips. She let herself back down and watched my face for a reaction. Puzzlement was, I'm sure, the first reaction she saw in my eyes. "Do you mind?" she asked. "Nnnn no" I somehow was able to stammer. She reached up and kissed me again, this time I had the chance to return the kiss and we held it for a while. Softly, even chastely - as the fact that her third husband seemed to jump into my mind. I had been on the receiving end of a wife leaving her husband and didn't like it one bit. Knowing what I was feeling and why, Amy wrapped her arms around me tighter. Hey, 'I'm a guy. I could feel her body's warmth against mine. Her breasts pressed tightly against my stomach ( I am 10 inches taller than her after all) and yes, my body responded. I will admit to some embarrassment as she must have been able to feel me getting hard. "It's warmer inside" she said with a smile on her face as she pulled me towards the sliding glass door. Now even a good ole boy finally figures things out. OK, I thought. She has sex maybe once a month at best and this has been going on for two years? I think I know where this is leading and I'm not really ready for this. I sat next to her on the sofa – at least she didn't walk right into the bedroom. I did what I do best, I started to talk to her and to get her to talk. I figured if she was talking it would keep her busy. Now don't get me wrong, Amy is a beautiful woman. In another circumstance I would have jumped all over her. So we talked and talked and talked. She needed to talk and it gave me a chance to learn more about her. The next thing either of us knew, it was 5am and we both had planes to catch. I could tell she didn't want our time together to end but we both had commitments. On the plane I didn't even notice when we took off. Lets just say I was distracted. The return was as I imagined. I got caught up a little and then it was back into the mindless drudgery that accounting can be. Chapter 2 – Oh No, Not Another Training Session "Not another training session! I can't afford the time away from the office. Gee where had I heard that before? Oh yea, I said it. Then I realized Amy might be there. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. It had been 7 months since that last training session and although I had thought about her a lot, the pressures of work drove most things from my mind. I called her in Atlanta to see if she would be attending that particular session. At least this one was in some place decent – Chicago. OK so its not the most exciting place in the world but at least it has Rush Street and the Sears tower. "Yes, I'm going. In fact, I was thinking about taking a few days vacation before the session. The training starts on Monday morning and I thought about getting there on Wednesday night." It was our slower time of year in the accounting profession so we all had a bit easier time of it than in busy season. "I'll be staying at the training hotel but visiting with friends. Why don't you come up and see us?" I remembered the last time we were together, and her husband, but then thought well, she will be with friends so that should be OK. "OK" I replied. "Let me see what I can arrange and I'll confirm it with you later". Why not, I thought to myself. I deserve a bit of a break from this madness. After all, my trip to France last year was cut short and I had to fly back to stop some disaster or other no one else seemed to be able to deal with. So I let Amy know I was coming and made arrangements to get the time off. Four whole days with no clients, no training – nothing but shear bliss. What would I do? I realized then that I had not had a day off, including Saturdays and Sundays, in the past 5 months. All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy so I had better have some fun on this trip – besides, I don't know when I'll get another. This flight was direct and uneventful. The fear from last year's crash and engine problems had receded so I was able to enjoy the pleasure of being 5 miles above the ground in a giant speeding metal can. "I have a reservation for Christiansen for 11 nights" I said in my best professional voice as I checked in. It was early evening and I was wondering where to have dinner. "Has Mrs Amy ..... checked in yet?" The negative reply was disappointing but not unexpected. I knew Amy and I would be arriving about the same time and we had planned to meet and go to dinner with her friends. After checking into my room, a better than the usual suite, I flipped though the TV while waiting to hear from Amy. After an hour, I checked with reception. Still no luck. I was starting to get hungry but told my stomach to wait. Another 30 minutes, still no joy. After 2hours, I went to reception. "Your sure she hasn't checked in?". Now I was starting to wonder. Did she decide not to come? Did I do or say something that might have upset her? Was she all right? Back in my room I continued to wait, albeit not very patiently. Finally, as I was about to give up and go for dinner there was a knock at the door. Amy was at the door in tears. "What happened", I asked quickly. "I have been here for three hours and couldn't find you" she cried. " I thought you decided not to come. That I said something to upset you." "Nnno" I stammered again. "I have been here waiting for you. I kept calling the front desk but they said Mrs Amy ...... hadn't checked in." Her crying subsided and the tears were replaced with laughter. "Oh no, I am so sorry – I didn't think to tell you. I got divorced last month and my reservation was under my maiden name!" Now she tells me. "Well what about you" she asked. "I was calling and they said you hadn't arrived either". Turns out my booking was in the name of my travel agent. With the mystery solved and both of us feeling a bit foolish – and hungry, we decided to eat at the hotel. Amy's friends had been waiting so we apologized and agreed to meet up in the morning. Over the rather bland hotel dinner we caught up on work – and Amy's divorce. She had gone back home after our last training session and given her ex an ultimatum. He didn't, or couldn't, do anything so she left him and filed for divorce as soon as busy season was over. Conversation drifted as we both realized that nothing had diminished in 7 months – and now there was no husband. "Take me back to my room?" Amy asked as we finished dinner. "Sure" I responded. As we were going up in the lift, I had to turn the throttle down a notch. Now look, I thought, you might still be interested but she hasn't actually said she was interested in you. Just take your time and go slow. See what happens. We made it up to her room, which, because of a snafu, had been upgraded to one of the nicest suites in the hotel. I was given the grand tour – dining area, sitting room with room for two sofas, two TV's, huge bath and sink area and a large bedroom with stunning views. Off the bedroom I noticed a doorway "Where does that go" I thought out loud. With a mischievous giggle Amy took my hand "Wait till you see this!" I followed her around the bed and through the doorway. There was a room the size of my entire bathroom at home – with a hot tub big enough for four! Marble floors and a floor to ceiling window with a view of the stars. All this in the 24th floor? I was impressed. As we went back into the living area, Amy stopped off. I heard the sound of running water. "Shall I leave? Do you want to have a bath? I know it's late." I valiantly offered. "No silly man, I have the hot tub filling up." "But I don't have my.." "Well", Amy said, "you have two choices. First, you have just about enough time to go back to your room, get your swim suit if your modesty so requires and get back here before I get in the tub. If you aren't back though before I get in the tub, you are locked out." "And the second choice" I asked? "Well, regardless of what you do, I do not intend to wear a bathing suit. I am going to relax and enjoy myself and will not ruin that feeling by wearing clothing. I want to feel the bubbles all over my skin. So, you have a choice". I guess she had made things reasonably clear by that time so, as they say, when in Rome? "Ok, sold, I'll stay" I said with a sheepish grin. "I thought you might" she said with a wicked smile. How does one fill the awkward minutes while the giant hot tub fills? I have absolutely no idea what I said, what she said or what else happened. I do know my cheeks were red and I was very embarrassed. Amy excused herself and went to check on the hot tub. I had no idea what hot tub etiquette was, but I was soon to find out. "Come in the water is fine. I'll close my eyes" Amy called from the tub. Well, now or never. So I got undressed and took a bath sheet to preserve what little modesty I had left. When I got into the room, she did have her eyes closed, and she was conveniently covered by water, so slipping off the towel I hopped into the tub. "Ouch!" I cried as the heat of the tub scalded my skin. "Just sit still and it will be fine" Amy offered from the other side of the tub. I sat and soaked – it was pleasant after the pain died down. After a while Amy moved over to my side of the tub. She still had the most peaceful, blissful expression on her face. "Either there are fish in this tub or your hand is on my leg" I said. "Hmm", was all the response I received. If she was going to explore, then so was I! As her hand gently fluttered up and down my leg, her finger tips playfully ignoring my middle and gently lingering on my chest, my own hand began to explore her feet. I was always a sucker for emerald green toenails! Her leg lifted as my fingers drifted from her ankle to trace the shapely outline of her calf. Her smooth skin flowed up towards her waist, where I too decided on a detour! As we both began exploring in earnest, Amy moved around in front of me and slowly, very teasingly, raised her body from the water. The sweat on her forehead dripped down onto the swell of her breast. One little drop rested playfully on her erect nipple as she rose all the way to her waist. There she stopped, letting me enjoy the view. Her head was framed by the background of the night sky in the window as my hand reached out and followed the curve of her throat, down her breastbone to her navel. An outie no less! As I gently reached forward and cupped her left breast with my hand, she shivered and slowly began to sink back into the water. Keeping in contact, she leaned forward until her body rested on mine. I could feel both of her nipples against my own. They too were hard. As she realized this, Amy lowered her head and began to softly suck on first my right, and then my left nipple. A groan escaped my lips as my hands reached for her back and began to massage her neck and back in time with her sucking. As time wore on, my hands moved further down her back until they were underwater, exploring her ass. Shiny and wet they felt smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. "As much as I am enjoying this" whispered Amy in my ear, "I think we would both enjoy getting dry and moving to another room". Chapter 3 The Massage Amy rose from the hot tub and I watched, with mouth open, as her beautiful ass moved inches from my face. She looked over her shoulder, her hair framing her face "Are you coming?" I don't know how she meant that, but at that time I really didn't care. I followed her through the doorway, past the bed and into the sink/changing area. I grabbed her towel and gently began to dry her off. Patting her face, her shoulders and moving slowly down to her toes. It was the first time I had a good chance to see all of her. Did I tell you how much I liked her emerald green toenail polish? When she was dry, I stood up and let her do the same for me. When she stood back up, there was a big smile on her face. "I have been told I give a first rate massage" blurted out of my mouth. "OK, I'll be the judge of that" replied Amy as she moved forward and lay on her stomach on the bed. I straddled her back as she raised her hair off the back of her neck giving me complete access from the neck down. I know she knew I was aroused as I was pressed so tightly against her legs. She couldn't help but feel the warmth and firmness of me as I began to massage her neck and shoulders. In fact, I do give a decent massage and a truly pleasureful moan escaped her lips. As I kneaded her tight back muscles and slowly moved down to her lower back, I leaned forward and offered her neck a nuzzle and a soft kiss. "Do that again and I will melt. I will be absolutely worthless for anything else" she whispered. Hmm, do I want melting or something else? Four Days in Paradise Chapter 6 Dinner We both fell asleep. A combination of lack of sleep the previous night and intense emotions put us into a deep slumber. When we woke later that afternoon, we realized that there was no way we could face being with Amy's friends for dinner. While I hugged her tightly, Amy called and explained that we were going to have to skip dinner but would love to meet them at the zoo the next day. Her friends were concerned that something was wrong, but she reassured them that nothing was wrong. In fact, everything was just right. After she hung up, Amy got up and went to the shower. After a moment, I followed her. "Would you like your back washed?" "How about washing my hair for me as well", she asked in reply. The shower was just the way I love them. The spray was from way up high and it was large enough for two people. In addition, it had a corner seat that made it easier to reach down low. As Amy rinsed her hair and began to wash her front, I took some soap and started washing her back. I admired the muscles in her back and the way her smooth skin flowed down to her ass and continued all the way to her toes. Amy was healthy, bit she wasn't stick skinny like so many models are. I really don't like the "waif" look and was glad that she kept herself healthy without overdoing it. When I had finished, I made a teasing play to wash her "front" but she sat down on the seat and handed me the shampoo. Now at this time in my life, I had never given anyone a shampoo before. Little did I appreciate what was in store for me. I have always been the type to get the cheapest haircut I could. I certainly wouldn't pay someone to do something I could easily do myself, like shampoo my own hair. Her dark, wavy hair had gone smooth and shiny in the water. The suds foamed on her hair as I gently began to rub it in. Not unlike a scalp massage I thought. As she sat there letting me continue, I began to hear, or rather to feel a soft murmuring from Amy. I could tell she was enjoying the simple pleasure of having someone else do something for you that was very intimate, but in no way sexual. As I finished, I moved from in front of the shower spray and helped her stand and wash off the foam. After it was completely rinsed, I took the conditioner and began again. Now that was truly like a scalp massage. The texture of the rinse is in itself a very sensual one. I could feel her hair respond to the conditioner and it was as if life was coming back into something. I had made that happen. The feeling must have made itself apparent to the rest of my body because I noticed life coming back to somewhere else about that time. SO did Amy. "Now it's my turn", she said. "But my hair doesn't need washing", I replied without thinking. "Who said anything about your hair on your head?" Amy took the shampoo and began to rub it in to my pubic hair. She shampooed that just as I had done the hair on her head. This process had a more direct response on me and as she washed the curly hairs she took some of the foam in her hand and gently rubbed it on my hardening prick. Very slowly, and without comment, she continued until, when she was finished, she rinsed me off. I hadn't cum, not because of a lack of interest, but because I had been waiting to see how this would play itself out. We hugged each other tightly and Amy pushed me back down on to the seat. She straddled my legs and sat on my lap (God I hope this seat doesn't break – hard to explain that to housekeeping) kissing me as she wrapped her arms around me. The shower was beating down on her back and spilling over occasionally onto my face. Amy raised herself up and very slowly began to lower herself on my newly clean shaft. Teasingly, she let me enter her so that just the head of me was inside the first inch or so of her. After resting, she moved down another inch and then back to the point where I almost came out of her. She repeated this motion, just taking a couple of inches of me into her each time, rubbing me against her clit as she moved forward. Without warning, Amy let herself drop down on me and took me al the way inside her. Her incredible warmth sucked at me like the proverbial drowning man. And then she raised herself back up again. This process went on for some time. Mostly little movements and an occasional big movement. Her beautiful breasts were right at face level and I took advantage of this to lick and suck gently on her. Her nipples were sticking out pointedly as the water from the shower ran over her chest like a sheet. When Amy took me all the way inside her, I could feel the walls of her vagina clenching me, squeezing me, trying to keep me inside. Then she would relax and move back up. I was happy to let her continue this as long as she wanted. No ego here, I was enjoying it as much as she was. Finally, she had reached that point where she wanted to cross over and began to move faster. But this time she was only taking me the first couple of inches. Not talking me all the way. The tempo increased as I could feel her clit rubbing faster against my prick. That undeniable shuddering began in her body as she responded to the stimulation. I was worried I would come out of her so I sat as still as I could and let her control the movement. Her arms crushed me and her lips sought mine hungrily as the orgasm began. Tighter and tighter she held me as her body trembled with release. As she came, she began to take more and more of me into her until I was completely inside her. The tip of my cock was rubbing against her cervix as she continued to move on me. Finally, the trembling subsided and the intensity cooled. She sat quietly on my lap, me inside her and kissed me. We sat like that until the water began to cool. Slowly we stood and one at a time washed ourselves off and got out to get dry. We could barley walk, so there was no way we wood be bale to go out for dinner. Fortunately room service was just a call away. While we waited, we talked. Small talk, big talk. We talked about people, places and things we had met and seen. I told her of my trip to China, she told me about her running of the Atlanta marathon. I told her of my family and she told me of her relations that were still in the Slovak Republic. I was later to visit Bratislava and met one of her cousins who became head of the newly formed Slovak accounting society. Dinner came – it was something with meat in it as I felt the need for something with a lot of substance. Amy was no vegetarian either so we enjoyed our meal in peace and understanding. A bottle of wine was finished with great enjoyment and my coffee came hot and black like I like it. After dinner, we sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Amy sat cuddled up on my lap as we watched a comedy. We needed a little mood lightening after a rather intensive day! I noticed her breathing had slowed and was more regular. Looking at her face and brushing the hair form her eyes, I could see she was asleep again. Not wanting to disturb her, I sat, half watching the TV, and thought about all that had happened. I must have fallen asleep for a moment because I suddenly realized Amy was kissing me and I didn't remember when it started. "Are you awake sleepy head", she asked. "Hey, you went first, I was watching TV and was just dozing." "Sure", she said with a smile. "How about some dessert". She had ordered from room service and just then there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it", she said as she headed for the door. When she returned, it was with a covered plate. "What did you get us", I asked with interest. "It's a surprise. Now don't peek and wait for a moment, I have to get something." She went into the bedroom and looked around in her suitcase. When she returned, she had a silk scarf. She walked behind me and tied the scarf in front of my eyes. "That's so you won't cheat and peek", she whispered in my ear. I could see light but couldn't make out anything but the largest of shapes. "I'm going to feed you your dessert and you have to be a good boy and clean your plate. You guess what each thing is". I never thought to feel uncomfortable as this was unfolding naturally. Later, looking back on this I realized I could have been very worried, but at the time it seemed normal. "Strawberry" I said quickly after tasting the fresh fruit in my first bite. "That was too easy". "OK, try this". Small, the size of a half dollar. Thinly sliced, pulpy. A few very small seeds. The aroma was familiar – "Kiwi fruit" I guessed correctly. "Lucky guess. OK, try this one", she said. Soft, almost like a banana but with no tell tale odor. A little firmer. "Let me have a second bite". "No, that's cheating. You have to guess". "In that case, I'll will only be able to guess. Hmmm. How about Pear." "Nope" was the reply. "That's one of two. Try this next one". Harder, almost crunchy exterior. "Passion fruit" came out before I had even swallowed." I almost choked. The next mouthful brought an immediate reaction. Ice cream! Once again "strawberry" "And?" Amy replied. I thought about it. There was a vague nuttiness to the flavor, but what kind of nut? "Macadamia? No that can't be it. Pistachio", I finally realized. At that point, I felt something very cold fall on my chest. "Oops, I'll have to lick that off", laughed Amy. I felt her tongue on my chest as she cleaned up her mess. When she was finished, I felt her mouth close on my left nipple. Her tongue was still cold form the ice cream and my nipple hardened immediately in response. "Not yet", she said playfully. "We still have two more to go". The next was soft and creamy, like a pudding. No, not pudding – custard. It had an earthy, milky smell to it with a hint of caramel on top. Not hard like Crème Brule, just a flavoring. "Custard" I replied correctly. OK, you are five for six. I could hear Amy move the plate out of the way and she stood in front of me. "Now taste this", she said softly, huskily. The next thing I knew, her finger was on my lips. The musk smell was strong and immediate. A big grin spread across my face. "That is too easy, but I better have another taste just to make sure". "Ok, just this once" was her reply. Instead of the finger I expected, Amy moved in front of me and pushed her waist at my face. My tongue eagerly shot out and found the source of the last item on the dessert menu. I sat in the chair licking as Amy sat up on the table in front of me. My tongue teased her, resulting in a new flood from deep inside her. Licking frantically, I lapped up her cum, my tongue inside her and outside, all over her to make sure I missed nothing. Some of her cum dripped down to her anus and as she spread her legs wider for me, I licked around her and then followed her cum inside her tight anus. Probing gently, hey, I was a good ole southern boy and had never done anything like this before, I tasted her musk and felt her spasm as she clenched her ass tightly. "I know I said I don't like anal sex, but that is OK", she said softly. Knowing when to stop, I returned to the source of her cum, licking her clit, circling it with my tongue and biting it ever so gently with my front teeth. The effect seemed to be OK, as yet another moan escaped her lips. That and the fact that she darned near broke my neck helped me realize she was enjoying herself. "Are we finished dessert yet", I asked hopefully? "That isn't fair" she said, "I haven't had mine yet". As she removed the silk handkerchief, I saw a second covered plate. Amy tied the scarf around her own eyes as I took the plate and uncovered a similar menu, but with a few changes. Instead of the incorrect pear, there was a banana. Some grapes and blueberries rounded out the fruit course. Instead of ice cream, there was some British Stilton cheese and some warm Brie. I offered Amy a similar tasting and kept the banana and brie for last. She correctly identified all of the fruit but the Stilton she mistook for Blue Cheese. Then I had my fun. Teasing her with the banana as you might expect. Of course she guessed it but I made her swallow it whole before she answered. I placed the warm, sticky brie on one finger and placed it against her lips. She smiled and took my finger into her mouth, sucking on the cheese. Using her teeth, she gently scraped the cheese off my finger and licked it clean. "Is there more?", she asked playfully. I place my erect cock in front of her mouth and set the tip against her lips. She smiled and opened her mouth, her tongue darting around the tip like a snake. She took me into her mouth and just as she did with my finger sucked as if it were covered with cheese and then lightly scraped me with her teeth. Then, using her tongue, she sucked and licked me till I could hold back no longer. In a gush I came in her mouth. She continued sucking and swallowing until I had emptied myself. With a smack of her lips she took off her scarf and rose to kiss me. "That was the most delicately flavored cheese I have ever eaten", she purred in my ear. Chapter 7 The Second Night We cleaned up after dinner, putting all of the plates and trays outside the room. We were both getting a little sore by this point so I suggested another soak in the hot tub to which Amy agreed readily. We both were relaxed to the point of drowsiness in the tub. As I saw Amy floating against the side, my heart was filled with wonder and joy at the fate that had brought us together. I knew that we were now connected in a way that would always be there, regardless of what our future brought. Call it love, call it satiation. Call it foolishness. Whatever you want to call it, it was there. I went under the water and came up right in front of her face. "I love you Amy", I said. "I know I probably shouldn't say that, but I also know its how I feel and I need to tell you that." That got a zero response. Oh shit, I thought to myself, I guess I screwed this up as she remained quiet. "I know that I love you too" she replied finally. But you know, love is not all that is necessary to make a relationship work. There's a lot of grunt work as my mom used to say. I am sure I loved each of my husbands at some time, but look where I am today." "You are right, of course", I replied "but that doesn't mean you should stop trying. The only question is are you ready to try again. Do you want to try with me?" A much longer period of silence followed. "I honestly can't tell you that yet. I am still trying to figure that out myself. Let me get back to you on that one in a couple of days." Amy then closed my mouth by applying hers to mine and we kissed and held each other until the water started to get cold. An early night was in order as we couldn't miss her friends yet another day so we dried off and climbed into bed with the TV onto the movie channel. We watched TV as we cuddled up like spoons. I could feel her heart beating and enjoyed the incredible luxury of knowing that this wonderful woman loved me. I held her tight as the movie went on. We both fell asleep. You know the pins and needles feeling of your arm falling asleep? That's what woke me up later. I tried to extract my arm from underneath her without waking her up. Difficult to do but I was apparently successful. After I had my arm back, Amy pressed herself back against me in her sleep, filling the cool gap that had developed. By this time I was awake, and aware of an erection. I was laying so that it was right between her legs and her moving and caused me to be held by her. I could feel her legs beginning to squeeze me, but as far as I could tell she was still asleep. If this was her dream, I didn't want to wake her up. As I got harder, I started to drip pre cum onto her legs. That must have reached her in her dream as she spread her legs ever so slightly and my cock slipped into her sopping wet vagina. I froze. She didn't. As she felt me inside her, she must have woken up, but didn't want to let me know. She eased back against me and began to clench and unclench her muscles. She was milking me, I thought, in her sleep. I heard the faintest of moans and realized that she was no longer asleep. Very quietly and slowly we moved together, with me completely inside her. I held her as the tremors began to rise. And then they released. Not the frantic releases as earlier, but a contented release that old lovers share. I also came and together we lay and woke the next morning with me still inside her. Chapter 8 The Zoo "Come on we are going to be late. They will never forgive me if we don't meet them at the zoo on time. So we hopped out of bed, had quick showers and grabbed some instant coffee as we headed out the door. First time we were going outside in 3 days. The room needed the rest. We had to make a quick stop at my room as I hadn't had any new clothes in 3 days either. So, fully equipped, we headed out the door and took a cab to the zoo. "What have you two been up to, as if we didn't know" exclaimed Amy's friends when we arrived. At least we were both too bashful to say anything other than muttering something about needing some rest. Off we went. The Chicago zoo was no better or worse than many I have visited over the years. We saw all the usual suspects – chimps, lions, tigers, elephants and giraffes. It was mating season at the leopard enclosure. "Look familiar" I whispered to Amy. She smiled and tried to hide a giggle form her friends. "Look how they stretch and cover each other. He bites too. Do you know any other animal that likes to bite" she said playfully. I couldn't answer in the crowd so left it at that. Lunch time came and the line at the lunch counter was long. We'll go get a booth and hold it for you till you get the food" I volunteered. "Here's some money – well settle up when you get back". So off went Amy's friends and we strolled over to the booths to save our seats. "Sit next to me" Amy said. So we sat in a corner booth where I had to look out to see the line and follow our friends advancement. "That leopard gave me ideas you know" said Amy mischievously. "When we get back.." I started to say and was interrupted by a hand sliding up my thigh making straight for my crotch. "What.." "Shhh" came the reply. "Keep a watch on my friends". Ok I thought and the hand unzipped my pants and, beneath the table, reached in and began to massage my very quickly erecting prick. Well two can play this game I thought and without looking back, reached over and slipped my hand up the leg of Amy's jogging shorts. Not only was she wet, but I realized then that she didn't have any panties on. I turned to look back at her but she said to "Keep watching". So as we waited for her friends getting closer and closer to the front of the line – and finally ordering, Amy kept stroking me and I massaged her with my fingers. I could hear her breathing deepen and quicken. I let my finger slip deeper inside her and massaged her clit with the palm of my hand. Her hand began stroking me faster in time with my own hand. Just then, I saw her friends were being served and started to head our way. With a final thrust of my finger I stroked her clit furiously and could feel Amy's orgasm begin. I could feel my cum on her hand but before she could finish me, her friends arrived. "Sorry it took so long" they offered. "It's OK" I replied. "we were just enjoying the view". After lunch we finished off the rest of the Zoo and with the promise of meeting up for dinner, headed back to the hotel. As soon as we got back to the room I pulled Amy to me. "No fair" I said. "You got to cum at the zoo and left me horny as hell." "Poor baby", she replied. "Can Amy make it all better" she said with a twinkle in her eyes. Come sit over on the sofa and let me kiss your boo boo. She knelt down in front of me and started to unzip my trousers. At this point she let out a huge laugh and pointed to my open fly. "Oh my god, what did your friends think" I said. "It doesn't matter what they think, as long as I am happy they are happy." With that, Amy took my cock out of my pants and, looking up at my face, she began to lick it and suck on it. She purred and cooed and made all sorts of noises while she breathed warmly on me. I was hard and dripping by the time she looked down and began to take all of me in her mouth. Her tongue was dancing on me again as she moved up and down sucking on my shaft. She took first one and then both of my balls in her mouth as she cupped them with her hands. Her warm saliva dripping down to my ass.