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Something Unexpected Pt. 02

By: Von Hauffen



Be aware, this second and last part to this story does not include as much sex. Hence, a continuation in the Romance category. Please read Part 1 first before starting this section. Again, thank you for the feedback. Enjoy. - VH

CHAPTER SIX

I had decided that Isabel would not in fact be calling me at all that night, so had gone out to eat instead. Shying off an invitation to play ball with friends, I headed for a little bar and pub I frequented, with live music every Friday night. But I couldn't get into the scene there. What was worse is that I couldn't bring myself to even look at any one of the amazing young women walking around in that place for longer than the briefest glance – and believe me, they were everywhere. After finishing my meal with a couple of beers I decided it was best to head home.

It was a little after nine when my cell rang. The noise in the background was almost too loud to hear her, and had I not recognized her number I might have hung up.

"Isabel?"

"Are you there?" she shouted.

"Yea, where are you?"

It took a few seconds but then got quiet on the other end and I heard a toilet flush in the background, along with female voices.

"Can you hear me now?" she said softer.

"Much better. Where are you?"

"They ambushed me."

"What are you talking about?"

"They brought in the BOD from Morton & Tennebaum – all seven of them – and then decided it would be best if we all 'showed them a good time'."

"That sounds like a lot of people on short notice." I really had no idea how many people it was.

"You're telling me. They had reservations too. Can you believe that crock of shit? They figured I was single, so I wouldn't have anything better to do anyway so didn't even bother to tell me. They didn't have a problem with Jane and Marcia leaving because they have families. Ooh, I'm ready to punch somebody!" she hissed.

"Calm down, Honey. You're there now, so might as well make the best of it. Did you drive at least?"

"No. I don't know my way around DC, you know that. So I had to ride with Williams and two from Morton's. He didn't even let me ride in the front, the prick!"

"Woe. Have you been drinking or something?"

She got quiet for a few seconds and then lowered her voice. "Why? Is it that noticeable?"

I started laughing, at which she kept asking what was so funny. "Just you, Hon. I hate to say it, but you are the quintessential company man. You never talk like this about the guys at work."

"Ah, well, you won't say anything, I know that. And I've only had a couple vodka tonics anyway. Just irritated by the whole night... Hah! And another thing!"

"What?"

"Thanks to you and that little hair-do you left me with, the old creep from Morton's that sat in the back with me started to get fresh!"

"You put him in his place I hope?"

"I'll say. Just put on the bossy bitch mode and he hasn't said a word since." She suddenly lowered her voice to a whisper after a toilet flushed again. "I think it might have been partly me too though - not just the hair."

I suddenly felt a knot in my stomach and was afraid to ask. "I can't believe you did anything to warrant that kind of attention..."

"Well... I've been ... fidgety ever since I left your place."

"Huh?"

"I've been feeling your cum inside me all night. I'm squishy..." she added with a little laugh.

I joined in now, keeping my laugh as quiet as possible too – as if it were some secret my walls would overhear. "I hate to say it... but I kind of like knowing that."

"I thought you would. And you know what else?"

"Hmm?" 

"I really like feeling it too."

I just listened to her breathing into the phone, feeling myself harden with every breath she took, until she spoke up again.

"I better get back now."

"OK. Be careful down there."

"I will. And Sweetie? Leave the door unlocked, alright? I think I need a place to crash tonight."

"I will." 

And then she was gone – but not for very long I hoped.

***

I had drifted off to sleep, but was so looking forward to her staying the night, that I was half listening for any car-door or sound in the house that would tell me she had arrived. It was a little after one in the morning when I heard the front door close. 

My heart started pounding, knowing it was her at last, but also because I was so unused to hearing the front door close from upstairs. I was in my lounge pants with no shirt on, half under the sheets. I'd left enough lights on for her to see her way upstairs and had been watching late night talk on the small TV I kept in the bedroom for times I stayed up like this.

Isabel suddenly appeared, leaning in the doorway to the bedroom. Her shoes were in one hand, her blazer nowhere to be seen. She was right. Her hair all teased out like that made her look more than sexy. Almost scandalous. I probably would have come onto her too had she been sitting next to me in some car like that.

"You waited up?"

"Not really. I was sound asleep and you woke me actually," I teased.

She glanced at the TV and smirked. "You're full of shit."

"And you love it too. So stop complaining."

Isabel tossed her shoes into the corner, right next to mine and walked over to my side of the bed. She then leaned down and gave me a deep throated kiss, slithering her tongue far inside my mouth the moment I parted my lips enough for her to get inside. I tasted alcohol – sweet but very strong. Her face and hair smelled slightly of cigarettes and something else... like food cooked over an open flame. As crazy as that sounds – it excited me.

I started to pull her into bed with me, but she stood up straight just looking down into my eyes, grinning that devilish smile I had become so accustomed to in the recent weeks. Her glasses she placed on the nightstand, before she climbed onto the bed. She then straddled my hips and went back to kissing me, holding my jaw between thumb and fingers while I started undoing her blouse.

She seemed starved for my lips. It was the first time that I had a hard time not even staying in control of the kissing, but just keeping up. Her mouth was everywhere: on my chin, on my lips, the side of my mouth. Once, she even covered my mouth with hers and exhaled hard, allowing me to smell and taste the alcohol on her breath before pulling back laughing.

"You are drunk!" I exclaimed, trying to catch my breath.

She just kept grinning, but shook her head in denial. "No... I'm just horny for my young stud..."

Before I could respond, Isabel started kissing me again, but this time making her way up to my nose, my eyes my forehead. She smelled incredible; her perfume mixed with the brisk fresh air from outside, along with that cigarette smoke. All so different than what I was used to on her. I felt her crawling up my body; struggling to keep balance as she reached for her skirt with one hand and bunched it around her waist.

And then she just placed her crotch over my mouth and sank down.

Not only was I surprised – and delighted – by her doing this to me, but I was also nearly overcome by the unbelievably sweet, musky scent of her sex. Her panties were soaked and her inner thighs soft and hot as she placed them on either side of my face. For the next few moments she ground her panty covered crotch across my mouth and nose, all but forcing me to inhale and taste her sex. It was difficult to see, as her skirt, bunched up though it was, seemed to just hang right over my eyes and restrict my view completely.

After a few more seconds of this, I'd had enough. I reached around her ass and deftly moved the crotch of her panties aside, allowing me complete access to the warm flesh between her thighs. She wasted no time in sliding herself down to my chin and then back up again, nearly to my nose. I felt the bed above me shift and knew that she was pushing against the headboard with both hands.

That was how it was for the next few minutes. Isabel just rode my face, sliding herself back and forth and allowing my lips and tongue, and teeth and chin to pleasure her completely. I reached up and slid my hands inside her bra from beneath; squeezing and pinching the tips of her breasts the way she seemed to like so much. She ground her hips down especially far once, and the stubble from my day old beard scraped against her clit roughly.

"Ah, shit!" she cried. 

Immediately afterward, my mouth was rewarded with her sweet, tangy wetness. I licked and sucked and kissed until I thought I would suffocate from her shoving her crotch against my mouth so eagerly; and yet, there was no way on this earth that I would have stopped until she made me.

I heard her breathing heavily above me, taking a moment to recover, and so I just slid my fingers around to her back or squeezed her perfect little ass with both hands.

Isabel leaned back and reached between my legs, gripping my hard cock as if to test it for rigidity. Finding it satisfactory, she then crawled back down my chest, my stomach, my hips - until she was straddling them wantonly. She reached back and tried to force my pants away from what she needed by pushing my waistband on one side and then the other. But it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, she whimpered and reverted to simply grinding her bare crotch against my cock instead; kissing me full on the mouth.

That may have worked for her, but I needed more. Reaching around her, I lifted my hips and pushed my pants down. As soon as she realized what I was doing, she lifted back up again and grabbed my cock, eagerly slipping it inside her wet canal before I barely had my pants down to my knees. I know that I gasped out in surprise.

She sat up as she sank down on me completely, remembering suddenly how big I actually was. Her eyes were closed and head tilted back as she placed her hands on my abs and started rocking back and forth on top of me slowly.

This was the first time she had been on top of me, and I was amazed by everything I was able to feast my eyes and hands on. As she rode me, took her pleasure from me, I roamed her body with my hands: gripping her feet, her ankles, her thighs; moving higher still until I was able to capture her nipples between thumbs and fingers. All the while, she would make little whimpers and moans with every new inch of skin I explored.

After a few minutes, she placed her hands on her cheeks and looked down at me with such passion in her eyes; rotating her hips in circles on my body. My rigid cock felt as if it were deeper than ever before, pressing against places that made me tingle from head to toe. 

This is what I wanted. To be there for her pleasure. I wanted her to take what she needed from me, because Lord knows just seeing her like that was enough to satisfy my carnal urges.

I looked into her eyes as I twisted both nipples – gently but firmly. Watched as her lips quivered and her eyelids became heavy. And watched as she tossed her head back and groaned; slapping her hands over mine at her breasts and jerking her hips wildly. She came like that, with our hands squeezing her small breasts roughly, and my cock rooted as deep inside her as it had ever been. Her body seemed to convulse, as did mine just from watching her; and finally, she threw herself forward flat against my chest.

I could feel her heart pounding, or maybe it was mine, as she lay there sighing deeply. She was still lifting her hips slowly and I was still pushing into her, meeting her halfway. But it was much gentler now; much more sensual. I brought my hands up to her head and maneuvered her enough so that I could start kissing her again. Oh, how I loved the feel and taste of her lips on mine.

Within moments, she was grinding into me harder, clawing at my hands at the back of her head and bringing them down beside me forcefully. Isabel then proceeded to chew on my bottom lip, then tugging and tasting my tongue until she decided to move lower and do the same to my chin and neck instead. I started to move my arms but found her surprisingly strong, holding my wrists against the bed like she was. I could have forced myself to break free, but what was the point? Who in their right mind would want to get away from a woman like Isabel, having her way with him?

She lifted her face suddenly and stared at me intently, squeezing my cock inside her so hard it made me gasp. She liked that and gave me an evil little grin. Bringing first one leg up and planting her foot beside me, and then the other in the same position, she switched into a squat above my thick cock which was still lodged halfway inside her.

Still holding my hands by my side, Isabel started rising and falling against me, using my hard cock to guide her downward with each thrust. I can't describe the sensation of having her ass slapping against my thighs every time she slammed down into me. The noises our bodies made were so raunchy, so wicked, that it made me stiffen and swell inside her.

There was also something terribly sexy about her still being almost dressed: her skirt bunched around her waist, her blouse undone all the way, her bra pushed up above her breasts, her panties covering all but the slightest bit of moist flesh between her legs. Her bangs were hanging over her eyes now; clenched tight they were, as she slid up and down my cock over and over again. She stayed in that position forever it seemed, just using me, but pleasuring us both.

Isabel started to collapse when she came, and watching her face while hearing her groan out in relief caused me to lose it all together. I exploded with such force that I almost instantly filled her to capacity, my warm seed seeping out around my shaft to join her own wetness on the bed beneath me.

Her legs gave way over the next few seconds and she finally released her grip in order to catch herself from falling. I grabbed her and brought her down on top of me easily, spilling myself inside her, holding her tight as we finished our climax together. Then I held her ass and pulled her down hard, making sure she felt my entire length and width inside her as she moaned in pleasure.

Isabel's mouth sought out mine and for the next few beautiful minutes, we kissed the kiss that only lovers know.

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was after ten before either of us even moved the next morning; our arms and legs entwined nearly the entire night. I awoke to find her bra draped over the headboard and her skirt piled on the nightstand beside us. Even that was enough to make me want her again.

I untangled myself from her body and kissed her gently on the cheek as I slipped out of bed. She moaned, but instantly went back to sleep. I stood at the side of the bed for a minute just watching her – knowing that I had never seen anything quite so beautiful.

As I opened the fridge, I realized I was in quite the dilemma. I had no idea what she liked to eat. I had no coffee, used to buying mine out when I did crave it. I had toaster waffles, three slices of bacon that still seemed fresh and two eggs - thank god - so that had to do. No juice and little milk. I silently cursed myself for not going shopping the night before instead of wasting the evening away.

I was just finishing up the eggs on the stove, with the second set of waffles popping out of the toaster any second, when I felt her arms slip around my waist from behind.

"Good morning," she whispered against my ear. Her breath was so hot it made me get gooseflesh all over my neck.

"Morning." I turned my face and let her give me a long peck on the lips, and then I pressed my own to the corner of her mouth and inhaled her sweet scent before kissing her back.

"Why didn't you wake me?" She was resting her chin on my shoulder and running her hands over my bare chest.

"You needed the sleep... and I wanted to do this for us."

Isabel kissed me hard on the side of the face before reaching out and grabbing a slice of bacon. I didn't care. She could have all three if it would keep her happy and close to me all day.

"You're spoiling me again," she said.

"Not yet. But I hope you'll let me someday."

"Mmmm. That sounds like something to look forward to."

She let go of me and pulled the waffles out of the toaster and placed them on the other plate while I dished out the eggs. Isabel took a knife and buttered both hers and my waffles while I got the pan into the sink. When I turned around I felt my pulse quicken.

Isabel had grabbed one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. As she stood there at the counter, hair a mess, she looked absolutely ravishing to me. One foot lifted slightly, pointing her toes as she reached for one thing or another. The way her butt filled out my shorts and the fact that she had chosen one of my smaller shirts instead of a large baggy one, just made her look that much more incredible. 

God I loved her body.

I heard her laughing softly, even though I hadn't seen her turn to face me yet.

"You're staring at me again."

"I just can't help it."

Isabel turned to face me, looking at me from behind those sexy glasses. She winked and then carried the plates over to the table.

"I hope diet cokes are OK. It's all I have. Unless you want green tea with ginseng," I joked.

"Euyah! I think I'll pass thanks very much!" She laughed and chose her seat. "Diet coke right now would be heavenly."

Breakfast was indeed heavenly. We ate and laughed and I let her steal my only piece of bacon as well. She fed me a piece of her waffle swimming in syrup as a consolation. And then she kissed me full on the mouth immediately afterward, using her tongue around my lips to get any sticky syrup that might have missed the spot.

We took a shower together, the first time I had done that with a woman since college, and we kissed and explored each other in every detail. I found a toothbrush under the sink - one of those cheapies the dentist gives you every six months. She looked at me with a sly grin as I slipped it into the holder beside mine.

"Does that mean I'm here to stay?"

I just winked and started brushing my own teeth without saying a word. We teased each other, vying for space in front of the sink, pinching and laughing and making a hell of a mess. And then we went back to bed, hair still damp, and teeth sparkly clean, and made love until we fell asleep again.

The afternoon flew by all too fast, watching TV and sharing the bits of my life that were easily on display. Books I loved, pictures of friends, the art I had done in college and was secretly proud of no matter what I told people. That evening, when I asked her to stay the night, she didn't hesitate. 

"As if I would let you get rid of me already!" she responded.

And so, we ordered Chinese and ate upstairs in my bed, both only half dressed as we watched the news on TV. We talked for the first time that night. She laughed at my additional commentaries to every news segment that was discussed. And I got her view on politics rather abruptly, seeing commercials for elections coming up in November, just a week or so away. Surprisingly, we agreed, or at least compromised on everything. That was something I think.

She was quiet for a while as the evening started to draw on, but I could see she was not tired, simply restless as we lay in bed with me behind her watching TV.

"Boring you already?" I asked while pressing a finger into her navel and making her slap my hand away.

"Oh no. Just been a very, very long time since I just did nothing."

"I can think of something we can do..."

She laughed and wiggled her butt against me. "We already did that!"

I was quiet for a minute, trying to decide what she must be thinking about. It must have been intuition because I hit the nail right on the head.

"Did you bring your laptop and stuff with you?" I asked.

"Hmm? Mm-hmm."

"You want me to go out and get it for you?"


Something Unexpected Pt. 02



She turned her face to look at me as if considering what answer she should give.

"I don't mind," I said.

"Are you sure? There is so much I was supposed to be doing this weekend. All I need to do is check my emails. I swear."

"No swearing in this house, young lady – unless sex is involved." I winked, gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then put on just enough to run outside and grab her laptop.

"And my attaché case in the backseat..." She called after me. I looked back to see her sitting up in bed trying to look innocent.

When I returned a minute later, Isabel was already sitting up in bed with her glasses on waiting – blanket bunched up around her waist. She stayed up until after midnight, allowing me to watch what she was doing - to my relative surprise. There was a lot of confidential stuff going on there, mostly emails back and forth that she was responding to, almost none of which I understood unless she explained it to me. Which, she actually spent a lot of time doing whenever she saw me watching. 

"I've never had anyone interested in what I do, much less understand it like you do," she said after a while of this. I smiled and asked her another question. I enjoyed listening to her; I always had, even at work. There is nothing more attractive than an intelligent woman that is passionate about what she does.

I yawned – more than once – before she finally forced herself to shutdown and place her folders and laptop on the floor beside the bed. I held onto her thigh as she reach down so that she kept her balance, and couldn't help but give her a good squeeze, always loving the feel of her skin within my fingers' grasp. She placed her glasses on the nightstand and then slid down in the bed beside me.

Isabel looked up at me with such adoration that I felt oddly subdued. When she reached up and brought my face down to hers I didn't resist. Her mouth worked slowly at first, but then the kiss became more intense, more heated. I pulled back and looked into her eyes, feeling my cock getting harder every second.

"You didn't have to stop for me..."

She looked at me with a renewed passion in her eyes and slid her hand inside my pants. "Oh, yes I did!" 

Oh well. Who was I to argue?

***

I remember things. Stupid things.

Like when I passed her in the hall returning from my meeting and she was racing off to hers. A tight lipped smile from both of us was all we had time for – or could allow ourselves the liberty of showing. I couldn't even look at her from behind for fear that someone would see me. It's funny, how even after all we'd done behind closed doors it was still exactly the same at the office.

I know of at least two "couples" that have worked at our company over the years, even met each other there. But they were not working as closely as the two of us, so I don't think they had to be so careful not to show their feelings. 

Feelings. 

I knew I was starting to feel something more for her; much faster than anyone else before. But where could they lead? People knowing we were a couple? I hate to admit it, but I doubted she would even be able to show her face around the place – and who knows what they would have thought about me. No doubt that I was sleeping with her for all the wrong reasons.

That is how it was at the office every day. The brief looks we shared that only we could decipher; while at the same time juggling the thousand and one things that kept our jobs moving smoothly. The only other awkwardness was when she asked me to do something for her which seemed out of the norm just to help her out; or due to some admin slip-up, I needed her advice or assistance with something – or someone. That was when we were both all business, and the roles we played in bed shifted immensely. There were times I could almost forget that this was the ravenous woman that had allowed me to kiss her all over unto ecstasy the night before, so adamant she would be about her opinion – and me having to accept it regardless.

Over the next few weeks, she had started staying at my place at least two or three times a week, and the entire weekend. I thought it stupid that she continued traveling all the way to her house an hour away, talking to me on the phone three times a night, when she could have stayed with me every night.

I missed her when she wasn't there. I had felt a little of that with a couple of women over the years, but nothing like I felt toward Isabel – even though I saw her every day. I would come across a pair of her nylons mixed in with my underwear, or a notepad in the kitchen drawer with scribbles only she could decipher. 

Flings were not supposed to feel like this. It was supposed to have been about sex; but if that was the case, then why is it I hated to see her go – even after those times when we were both too tired to make love at all? 

There were definitely other unexpected benefits though; because, that refrigerator was never so well stocked until after she'd started shopping with me. We would travel fifteen miles away to a rinky dink grocers just so we could do it together. Both of us were always on the lookout for someone from work, and since she knew many more of them, it was her that took on the stress much more than me. I would tease her about the baggy sweaters and sunglasses, and even silly hats she would wear on these outings – anything to keep people from seeing it was her. But then I would enjoy so much the sessions we would have back at my place undressing her completely.

I convinced her to go away with me in mid-November; just a three hour drive so that no one would know us and we could be ourselves for once. There was nothing planned, just a nice comfortable inn that served continental breakfast next door – and included a jetted tub of course.

I was quiet on the way up, not wanting to interrupt her as she worked on her laptop beside me. She talked non-stop though, both to me and the non-present "jerks" that sent her one email or another needing more info about the same thing – again and again. She was adorable sitting there in jeans and sneakers. A thin tight sweater that showed off her attributes all too well and made it even harder to concentrate on driving. She had insisted we take her car, and surprisingly she seemed rather comfortable with me in the driver's seat after just a short while. When she told me she never let anyone drive her cars, it made me swell with pride.

We saw a movie that Saturday night. Something with Keanu Reeves and the one from Baby Boom; the one with the glasses. There was a scene where he and she got it on towards the end and I admit it, I was turned on – but I was also extremely anxious watching that going on. Isabel's fingers were entwined with mine – the popcorn long gone by then – and each of us had a hand on the other's leg. A few people had looked at us earlier, noting our age differences, so both of us were attempting to be on our best behavior now. I didn't have the courage to look at her and see what she might be thinking but I found out soon enough after the movie was over.

She laughed, burying herself into me as we hurried back to her car, the night bitterly cold. 

"What did you think of the movie?" she asked.

"It was good. Made me a little mad though. Towards the end." I took a chance, but I was never one to hide my true feelings.

"I know. She should have kept Keenoo, instead of that old goat Jack Nicholson!"

I smiled at how she said his name, but also because she agreed with me.

"So if you were her, you would have chosen the young sexy doctor instead of a mature lady-killer like Jack?"

She grinned and leaned toward me. I saw her eyelashes fluttering behind her frames. "So are you the young sexy doctor, or are you just seeing a young sexy doctor on the side?"

"I'm seeing a very sexy someone that makes me feel like that young sexy doctor," I responded.

She sat back up. "Good answer."

It was one of those weekends you never want to end. No pressure, no awkward silences; she worked a little, but mostly we just spent our time looking in shops and eating – both our favorite pastimes out of the bedroom.

She only stayed a few minutes at my place when we got back Sunday afternoon. Laundry to do, prepare for the work week, etc. I was sorry to see her go, and stood there looking like a lost puppy as she waved to me when leaving my development.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was a few days before Thanksgiving now. Isabel had marked on her Outlook that she would be preparing all afternoon for a meeting that week – from home – so not to disturb her. I had put in for the afternoon off to go to the dentist and then just head home. 

We spent the entire afternoon making love in my bed.

We were relaxing, with my head resting on her chest this time, and an arm and leg draped over her body beneath the warm damp sheets. She spent the time sifting her fingers through my matted hair, while I traced mine up and down the other side of her body – from hips to shoulder and then back again.

I had never been with a woman where the sex was awesome every time. I think that very thought was going through my mind when she spoke up.

"I have to go away next week."

"I know."

"I've already put in for it you know. I could just stay here with you."

"I would love that, but I know you can't."

"Not really. My sister and her family would kill me."

"I understand."

"Are you going home for Thanksgiving?"

"No. My family isn't big on it. So I stopped years ago."

"Oh."

We were quiet for a few minutes before I added, "Call me though. If you get lonely."

She laughed. "There will be over twenty at dinner itself. I doubt I'll get a chance to even be alone, much less lonely."

"OK."

She was quiet for a few seconds but then squeezed me hard. "I think I'll call you."

And so I squeezed her back.

***

Thanksgiving was definitely different that year. I had my football to watch with my friend and his wife and my reading to catch up on, and even a movie to see at the theater, as well as some Christmas shopping to do. But spending every waking moment with a woman like Isabel was enough to make any man go through withdrawal when she was gone.

She called me every night as she lay in bed at her sister's house and everyone had gone to sleep. And even called me once right after Thanksgiving dinner to wish me a Happy Holiday. I told her in jest what would make me happy and she just got quiet on me before giving me the info for her flight again.

I met her at BWI that Saturday night after Thanksgiving. She looked tired, but she also looked so good. Tight jeans and winter boots, with one of those black stretch turtleneck tops that made it look like even she was a C-cup.

We kissed right there in the terminal, our first actually in public, but we made it as brief as possible – both of us searching the crowd immediately afterward.

She was exhausted that night from the flight. We had planned it from BWI so that I could get her to her home sooner, but she opted to come straight back to my place instead. I was delighted of course.

Isabel went to sleep a little after eight, and I got in bed with her after cleaning up dinner. I just held her in my arms as she slept, and found that her soft breathing was enough to put me to sleep in no time as well. It was the first good night's sleep I'd had in a week.

***

"I told my sister about you."

Isabel had blurted it out while we were walking down the grocery aisle looking for that wild rice she loved. I could tell all morning that there was something eating away at her, even after I'd made her climax in the shower in hopes that she would forget whatever it was.

"You did?" 

I was surprised, as she had been determined not to let anyone know about us at all. She still wore sunglasses in the store just in case someone from work happened to be way out here in the middle of nowhere shopping for peas.

"It wasn't intentional. Or maybe it was. I don't know." She reached for a box of those horrid instant potatoes neither of us liked, tossing them in the cart as she kept on walking. I put them on the next shelf the moment she wasn't looking.

"How much did you tell her? Or would you rather not say?"

"If I didn't, then I wouldn't be telling you would I?" she snapped at me without raising her voice at all. She immediately stopped herself and turned toward me, gripping my forearm and giving a tight-lipped smile. "I'm sorry."

I just winked, leaned in and kissed her rosy cheek, and then started pushing the cart again.

"It's the same conversation every year. Only this time it happened before dinner instead of while all us girls were cleaning up after. She just wouldn't let up on me still being single." She could see the look on my face, as if to say, why do you put up with a family like that? "She means well. She's five years older than me, but like a mother hen now since our parents are both gone."

Isabel turned her face away and I peered around to see that it was hard as stone, but no tears running down her face. Yet. 

I hadn't really known about her family at all until she mentioned Thanksgiving. Although, I did vaguely remember her leaving for a funeral a couple of years back. Was it her mother, or father? Mother I believed.

We didn't talk again for a few minutes, but I was able to find that rice and held it up for her to see.

"Get more than one this time," she said. She stepped behind me and put her arms around my torso, pressing her head into my shoulder. I grabbed three more boxes and tossed them in the cart. "Be careful of the eggs, Dear!"

I laughed and twisted my body so that I could put one arm around her as we pushed the cart together now. 

"The whole world could be coming down and you could still be your cute little bossy self," I exclaimed. I felt her snuggle into me.

"Fine. Don't come crying to me when you get home with broken eggs then."

I pulled her closer, squeezing her in that thick winter coat of hers. "Nah. I'd just send you back out to get some more, my darling Isabel."

"The hell you would. Your 'darling Isabel' might just tell you what you can do with those eggs if you're not careful." She smiled weakly and bumped her left hip against mine, nearly throwing me into an oncoming cart.

We made it all the way to the frozen foods before we spoke about anything other than dinner or the next few meals. Consensus was that neither of us really cared all that much about the food anyway at the moment, but we went through the pretense anyway.

"What are we doing here?" she asked softly.

"I don't know. Just seemed like we needed some ice cream to me. At least one of us does." I grinned and stuck out my tongue.

"Us. Where is this going?" She had stopped and had her arms folded in front of her. I couldn't see her eyes because of those damned sunglasses, so I didn't know if she were looking at me or a million miles away.

"Where do you think it's going?" I asked.

She started playing with her earring, a sure sign she was troubled. "Someplace -dangerous."

I frowned and walked back over to where she stood, leaving the cart in the middle of the aisle.

"Dangerous? How?"

"Dangerous for me." I could see she was looking into my eyes now, so I reached up and took her sunglasses off. To my relief she was not crying, but she looked very tired.

"Let's talk when we get outside, Honey."

She almost cringed when I called her that. "Every time you call me that, every time, it just hurts all over again."

"What? What is the matter, Isabel?"

She looked down and stared at my chest while collecting her thoughts. "Am I really your 'Honey'?" she asked. "I mean really?"

I didn't even hesitate. "Of course you are. How can you even ask me something like that?"

She just shook her head emphatically before going on. "I don't mean for now. I mean ... I mean..."

I was quite for a few seconds, unsure of hot to respond and feeling suddenly caught off guard. "I don't know what to say to that. You are always hiding from someone, even now. You want me to lay it all out, right here at the store, and let you know how I feel about you? Tell you how hard it is for me to come home and you not be there for even one night? Or come into work and have to keep the entire world fooled?" I held up my arms in frustration and walked back to the cart. 

But angrily grabbed two Cherry Garcia's on my way by.

***

I knew Isabel, so I knew that she would only take as long as the car before bringing it up again. And I knew exactly how I felt. The problem was I was afraid of how she would treat me after knowing for sure. I had come close, not this close, but close on two previous occasions. And both times I had laid my feelings on the line only for it to fizzle out for one reason or another very shortly after. It was like, say I love you and the whole relationship suddenly goes to pot!

And now, this woman. This amazing, incredible, girl of my dreams woman, was asking me to do just that. And after only three months. I decided to nip it in the bud.

"OK. You want to know how I feel?" She nodded, but stared straight ahead as we drove down that two lane highway. "Alright. This is how I feel. I think that no matter what I say, it won't make a difference anyway."

Isabel twisted her in seat and looked at me incredulously. "Why wouldn't it make a difference?"

I took a deep breath and glanced at her before continuing. "What are you going to do when the shit hits the fan? And they all find out about us? Are you going to let them say what they want? Deny it? Quit? I've been thinking about that for weeks now it seems. And I for one don't have an answer. I can speak for me, but not for you. But then, you have so much more to lose."

She turned away immediately and looked out the side window. I realized as soon as I'd said it, that she had not thought about it at all; she had just been thinking about us – as if I were the one responsible for our relationship not moving forward at some predetermined pace. It was her that had approached me – and for sex – so I thought. Yet she was clearly as wrapped up into us as I was.

But I also knew how she felt about it. There was no way in hell she was going to let people find out and be the talk of so much gossip. She'd made it clear to me on far too many occasions. And to be honest, I understood that. I'd understood that from the beginning. But the mind and the heart play terrible games with a person. And despite all those times, I still felt that deep down, there was hope.

Sometimes, I think hope is a very bad thing.

We rode in silence all the way back to my place, and even though she allowed me to hold her hand when I finally had the courage to do so again, she did not reciprocate like she normally would. She just kept staring out the side window, as if I was not even there.

I helped her pack her things that afternoon. Not just the usual items she carried back and forth, but everything. Even the little blanket with the puppy dogs on it that she used when sitting on the couch to watch TLC and work on her laptop every night. I know now that I should have been more assertive and refused to let her go, but a part of me kept saying that we were never supposed to have ended up together. It was after all – just a series of afternoon delights, right?

As strange as it sounds, after I closed the trunk and opened the door to her car for her to get in, she stopped and crushed herself against me. We stood like that for about a minute. Not long, but long enough for my ears to start freezing from the bitter cold. I wanted to kiss her. To carry her back inside and tell her that whatever happened, we could make it work. But before I gathered enough nerve, she gave me one last squeeze and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I pressed my lips against the corner of her mouth and just inhaled her scent – for what I believed would be the last time.




Something Unexpected Pt. 02



And when she pulled away, I felt the warm streak against my skin.

I stood in the driveway and watched her leave. But she did not look back to wave as she had every time before that. So, with dejected soul, I went back into the house and back up to the room that had, until that day, been the happiest place in my life. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I stared at myself, shaking my head in disbelief. And then when I felt I couldn't stand it any more, I looked away from the harrowing face gazing back at me.

My eyes fell upon her toothbrush, still neatly placed beside mine. I picked it up and ran my thumb across the head, then gripped it in my hand; perhaps in some effort to keep her there for one more moment. But as I held it over the trash can, I couldn't bring myself to do it. So back the toothbrush went. Neatly beside mine.

CHAPTER NINE

I called in sick on Monday, unable to face her that soon. And I spent the day doing nothing really. A waste of a complete day. Tuesday morning I was feeling no better, but I couldn't let it ruin every part of my life now, could I?

Work was a drag from the moment I got in the door. One thing after another. Only Kim asked if I was feeling better, and since I looked so tired and ragged from not sleeping, even she believed I'd been sick the day before. 

I kept avoiding it, but there was yet another set of numbers that I owed Isabel and so at the end of my day, I started toward her door. Noticing it was still closed I went back to Kim's office and asked if she had seen Isabel since I had something for her. 

"She's in there. I saw her couple of times. Probably getting caught up from being out yesterday. Boy was it so peaceful with her gone!" Then as an afterthought, "Whatever you two have, don't bring it down here! So you can go now. Ha!"

I headed back to my office, mind numb now. In all the times we had been together, we had always made sure that we never left the same time or took off but for a few hours on the same day, just so nobody would get any ideas. Yet, how ironic that the day we had all but parted our ways, both of us had missed? And, not a single person was even suspicious.

I shook my head in disbelief and placed my report in an inter-office envelope. Added a note reminding her what it was. And took the risk of saying sorry about the delay. I highlighted sorry, hoping she would catch the meaning, and slid the whole thing under her door.

I was surprised, though I don't know why, when over the next few days Carla started handing me some of the requests that Isabel used to do on her own. The excuse was that Isabel was too busy with the end of the merger and I would know what she wanted. It made sense, but I knew she was avoiding me. The way Carla looked at me at times made me very paranoid – like Isabel had maybe told her all about us. I was starting to become miserable in that place.

Our department meeting was cancelled that month due to the Christmas holiday, so that initial awkwardness would not have to be dealt with for another month at least. I shouldn't have, but I checked her schedule through Outlook, and saw that she had taken off the entire week of Christmas, not due back until mid-week following the New Year. My heart sank, knowing that we could have spent all or most of that time together, if only things had turned out different. Could have, would have, should have – right?

As the holidays approached, Isabel stopped making a point of avoiding me, and it seemed to me went right back to the way things always were before anything had happened between us. But then I would see her standing across from my office, or making a last minute copy of something in the copier room, and without looking at me she would smile that same smile I had grown so accustomed to whenever she saw me staring.

On the day before she left for vacation, I stewed about things until I made up my mind. We were going to talk if nothing else. And I was going to have to let her know that it was more than just sex and that was not the reason I was coming after her again.

I waited until nearly everyone else was gone and I marched into her office. Her door was wide open, not expecting anyone that time a night – some two hours after most people had gone home. And she hadn't been out of her office in long enough to have known that I was even still around.

I closed the door behind me and walked right up to the side of her desk and looked down at her. Isabel backed away, looking at me almost in shock.

"We're going to talk about this. And we can do it now, or when you get back – I don't care. But I'm not letting you think something about us that isn't true. If you're going to stop seeing me, then I want to hear you tell me why."

I had planned what I was going to say beforehand, but in the heat of the moment, I completely forgot everything else I had intended to spurt out before she could respond. And now, I simply felt flustered. Isabel saw this, but instead of taking advantage of it she just looked down at her desk.

"OK," she said.

"OK what?"

"OK – we can talk. But not now. I have so much to finish up before I leave. We can deal with it when I get back."

I paused, heart pounding in my chest as I prepared to do something unexpected. Before she had a chance to react, I reached down and grabbed her forearm, pulling her out of her chair and then wrapping my other arm around her to keep her from backing away. For a fleeting moment I was afraid she would slap me, but then I saw her eyes flick down to my lips and I made my move. I kissed her.

I have never kissed a woman like I kissed her that night. It was hard and strange, but no less exciting than the hundreds of other times I'd kissed her. And for her part, she simply stood there, opening her lips and pushing back softly after the initial shock wore off. When I felt her hands reach up and grasp both of my elbows – her body losing its stiffness – I broke it off and just held her in my arms.

Isabel gasped; eyes wide as she braced herself against me and stared back. 

"There are more important things than work." I raised my brow to make sure she understood my point and then I kissed her again to shut her up as she tried to respond.

This time when I pulled away, I left her standing there by her desk in a daze. And I didn't turn back to see if she had anything to say.

Over the next few days, I busied myself by making the obligatory calls to my parents – one in Texas and the other in Oregon. Called my sister and brother and talked to their kids. Bowed out of traveling to see anyone at all that year.

On a whim, one of my friends and his wife decided to help out at a soup kitchen over Christmas week. Reluctantly at first, I tagged along. And that is where things changed for the better I think. I met someone there. A woman; not much older than Isabel, who shed new light on things and made me see a sliver of hope.

***

New Year's Eve fell on a Sunday that year, and the company Holiday Party was held the night before instead of the week after like in most years. Management had actually gone out and spent some money I'd heard; reserving a large enough place to accommodate us all. In prior years I had always shrugged it off, never enjoying mingling with over three hundred co-workers and their significant others - particularly when I was so very single myself. I don't suppose this year was any different, except for the fact that had I still been with Isabel, maybe she would have missed it to. But she was out of town, and I was not, so I went and was determined to make the best of things.

It was at the Marriott downtown. Very ritzy to my surprise. A few of the Ladies from my department were there – including Kim - and they flagged me over to where they sat with their husbands. The room was not well lit, and the music was surprisingly loud. I was introduced to the men at the table, who were pleased to finally put my face to the name they'd heard about over the years.

I didn't really know what to do other than eat. So that is what I did. And as I returned to the table for the second time, pulling in the chair beneath me, I saw her.

Isabel was sitting a few tables over, with a few of the upper management of our company and their spouses. She looked radiant, from what I could see. A little short sleeved black dress, dark nylons and sexy little heels. Her diamonds glittered even from where I sat, and I was suddenly very thankful that I had not had the chance to give her the earrings I'd bought over Thanksgiving – nothing in comparison to what she wore now.

I was staring, I know it, when she stiffened and turned in her chair as if looking for someone. When her eyes met mine she froze, but only for the briefest of moments. She smiled, tight-lipped, before turning around and leaving me to a plate of finger foods that looked suddenly very unappetizing.

There were people dancing in the center of the room, as more than just holiday music was being played. It was actually a pretty good party, if only I could have let myself enjoy it more, and not keep glancing at Isabel. For her part, she seemed to have forgotten all about me; so after quite some time of holding rather boring conversations with the husbands sitting near me, I got up to get something to drink.

The music had picked up to a fast song and on a whim; I looked at Jody, the girl that worked kind of as my assistant at times. She was cute in her own way, a bit on the heavy side, and very quiet normally. But she was bopping to the music over by the refreshments. I smiled to myself, wishing I could let go like that. And so, I asked her to dance.

She looked embarrassed, but joined me on the dance floor when I told her I'd be all alone if she didn't. I don't dance well, especially to fast songs – she was much better than me - so I was getting used to the good natured heckling I received from co-workers young and old as I did my best. Jody was good about it though, teasing me with all the others – actually talking to me more than she ever did at work. We stayed out there for one more song before it went to something slow, and with one look we both agreed that our session was over. 

I was heading off the dance floor when I felt a hand grab my shoulder, and for an instant I thought it might be Isabel. But it was just Kim. She pulled me back, joking with some of the other dancers that she was going to liven up the party. They laughed and some rolled their eyes I noticed, as Kim was always trying to be the class clown so to speak.

I really wasn't in the mood, but listened as she started talking about so and so's wife - can you believe she's wearing that? – Or that guy over there – he's the one from marketing that has been driving me crazy lately! She laughed again and steered us toward one of her friends from upstairs. Had a short conversation with her, while me and the woman's partner tried to look interested. And then she spun us around and moved us out of earshot.

Kim looked at me suddenly and grinned. "You look gorgeous! No date?" I just shook my head. "Aww, poor thing. If only I was a little younger – and not so married. Ha!" She laughed at her joke and left me standing there as the song ended.

I went back to the table and endured another round of harmless teasing, this time from Kim's husband, of all people. But I took it in stride, which everyone seemed to appreciate.

By this time, many of the people were leaving in pairs or groups depending on how they'd arrived I suppose. Not many seemed to care about making it to midnight. Once my table was cleared out by all but one couple, I headed back for the refreshments and ordered eggnog with rum. 

I was sprinkling nutmeg on top when I felt a presence beside me. The familiar perfume left me intoxicated, and I knew it was Isabel without even turning to look. Taking a sip of my eggnog and finding it to my liking, I slowly turned my back to the refreshment table, making sure I was able to see Isabel in all her glory standing just one foot away from me.

She was breathtaking. Her hair was perfect, as was her makeup – to which she needed none. Her diamond earrings and necklace flashed at me tauntingly, begging me to investigate further. I forced myself to face front and watch the two dozen or so couples still dancing on the floor. I recognized some, but certainly not all.

Isabel was standing closer now, reaching behind me for the nutmeg I had not put back in place.

"Sorry," I whispered, stepping further to the side.

She touched my arm and smiled. "Don't be."

After fixing her drink, she turned and stood right next me, waving briefly and smiling at someone across the room. Every time I took a sip – and I did it quite often over the next minute or so – I snuck a quick glance at her looking so divine right there beside me. I finally turned and placed my half empty mug on the table and looked down at my shoes to gather my thoughts. But that was a mistake because her feet were right there in front of me now, exciting me into something that I knew was forbidden.

She slipped her heel out of her shoe and I shot my eyes back to her face to see her smiling as she took a sip from her cup. I glanced at the bartenders behind us and they were not paying us the time a day, watching the few younger women – married or not – that were still milling around or dancing. I went back to looking at Isabel.

"You're staring at me."

But I was too overcome to respond, so I just kept right on looking. 

Isabel looked over at me and cocked her eyebrow. "This is where you're supposed to ask me to dance."

"Is that a good idea?" I whispered, trying not to get too excited.

"What? Think I'm not as good as Kim?" she teased.

I smiled, knowing she had been watching like all the others. And then I held out my hand. She put her mug down beside mine and we walked out to the floor, which was not that far from where we stood actually.

Now, while dancing with the others had seemed awkward an unusual, being with Isabel just seemed natural. Our fingers on one hand meshed together so perfectly, even though we had never danced before, that it seemed like second nature to us. Our other hand we both placed on lower backs, maintaining as much a professional manner as possible giving that this was actually a romantic song. But just as we got into rhythm, it ended, and both of us looked first at each other, and then the disc jockey for resolution.

It came as we prepared to walk back and get our drinks. The pre-New Year's Eve chorus.

And so, as the song played its long, well known melody, the two of us danced hand in hand trying as best we could not to look into each others eyes, and yet noticing that every other couple out there had eyes only for each other. I felt her hand pressing harder into me, but not enough to move our bodies together, so I responded in much the same way with my hand on her back.

I saw her close her eyes and take a deep breath as we slowly swayed to the music. I never wanted that moment to end. But like all others ... it did.

As the forty or so people left in the room applauded for the DJ, Isabel moved in closer to the side of my face.

"Come home with me."

She backed away and looked into my eyes just long enough to see my willingness to follow her to the ends of the Earth if that is what it took. And then she headed off to get her things.

I was nearly to my jeep when my cell vibrated in my coat pocket.

"Do you know how to get to Burtonsville from here?" she asked when I answered it.

"Not really."

"Then you'll need to follow me. I'll wait for you by the south exit."

"Isabel..."

"Sshh. We have all night."

I got in and let the jeep warm up for a minute before anxiously heading off to where I thought the south exit would be. There she was, her little silver Audi, just waiting for me.

"Let's just stay on the line ... Don't want you getting lost," she teased.

And so we did - all the way to Burtonsville, which was an hour and a half away. She was the one that started talking. Mostly asking how I'd been. Then me forcing her to let me know the same. We were mostly silent on the way back to her place as the lights from the city dwindled out the further we drove. And neither us of spoke of that November day, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Her two story house was set back in the woods almost – with over an acre cleared out around the home itself. The closest neighbors had to have been a hundred yards in either direction, and even those were blocked by trees.

She had a two car garage, and I hesitated before pulling in to the empty space beside hers. I got out first as she lowered the garage door, having glanced over and seen her collecting her things beside her. It's funny, how I can remember how loud the car doors slammed, but not any detail of how that garage actually looked inside. I walked around the back of her car and held out my hand as she swung her feet out and gripped my fingers.

She looked amazing in her long winter coat and leather driving gloves. Isabel smiled and immediately turned away as we moved enough for her to close the door and lead us inside.

"I wasn't planning for company," she said, as we entered through the laundry room. There were piles of towels and her jeans on the floor. She looked back at me bashfully, but I thought I saw a hint of the playful grin from old times. "Here's the kitchen... and the rest of the house is this way."

Isabel flipped on the light for the kitchen as we passed, and then the hall light in the foyer as we made our way to the right. She opened a hall door and took off her gloves, placing them in a little table built into the side of the closet. And then she let her coat fall seductively off of her shoulders, allowing me ample time to help her out of it. She didn't wait for me to take mine off, nor had she turned around when I removed her coat completely and hung it up for her. I swallowed hard and placed mine on one of the hangers next to hers, thinking how wonderful it would be if that was its place from now on.

I took my suit jacket off and hung that as well before I followed her into the sitting room. She was slowly making her way around the house, showing me each room, pointing out the fireplace that was never used, or that vase that her mother had given her, or the grandfather clock that had actually been her grandfather's.

But I couldn't take my eyes off of her. To say I wanted her makes it sound so crude; disgusting even. It was more than that. From the moment I saw her sitting at that table that night, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I was head over heels in love and this time, I was determined not to let her push me away.

So as I watched her slowly making her away in front of me: her heels clanking determinedly on the hard wood floors, her legs looking so scrumptious in those dark nylons, and her hips swaying so sensuously in that sexy dress - I pushed every other thought out of my mind. And felt myself getting butterflies all over again.

She led us all the way around the first floor and back into the kitchen before she stopped and looked at me head on. Leaning back against the island, she waited until I entered the room behind her, before making a show of running her hands through the sides of her hair and removing her glasses.

I felt anxious as I stepped up to her, placing my hands on either side and framing her in with my arms. More anxious now than at our first meeting – so much more at stake this time. 

"I've missed you," I said, afraid to look into her eyes anymore, and finding it difficult to even admit.

Isabel leaned her forehead against mine and took a deep breath. "I've missed you too."

"Then why did you put us through that?" I was smiling, thinking she would take the bait. She surprised me when she looked coy and stared down at her hands on my chest instead. But then she looked back into my eyes without lifting her face.




Something Unexpected Pt. 02



"I guess I didn't know what I wanted."

"And now you do?"

Isabel smiled and cocked her head to the side, considering her response.

"Now I do."

"Just like that?" I asked, inhaling the scents of her hair and perfume wafting up so tauntingly.

"Just like that." Her fingers on one hand had worked there way between two shirt buttons, and I felt her nails delicately scratching against my skin.

"And I suppose I'm just supposed to lie back and forget the past few weeks? Be a good boy and go right back to being your young stud; always at your beck and call?"

Isabel flashed an evil smile at me, perhaps not expecting me to say what I had.

"It actually did cross my mind."

I had to force myself not to laugh. But I couldn't keep from smiling. "And who says I'd even be interested in doing that again?" I asked.

She cocked an eyebrow and looked me straight in the eyes, sliding one hand down between my legs and gripping my already very hard shaft, and causing it to swell even more.

"Oh... I think I have a pretty good say in that."

I started to kiss her, my lips had pressed against hers and I could smell her so clearly – but she put her hands between us and moved away. Confused, I saw that twinkle in her eyes as she smiled and forced through the barrier of my arms.

"I haven't shown you the rest of the house yet," she said, one eyebrow raised. She took me by the hand and slowly led me to the stairs around by the foyer, knowing all too well that I was watching every move she made. 

I couldn't take my eyes off her body as she slowly ascended the stairs, having let go of my hand to trace her fingers up both oak handrails sensually. I kept telling myself that this was a dream; that after a month of relative despair, this couldn't possibly be happening. Yet, there she was, just inches in front of me, teasing me like she always had. 

Having made it to the top of the stairs, Isabel flicked on the light as we entered a room at the end of the hall. Her bed was the centerpiece of the room, and the thought of us spending the night there made me ache for her instantly.

She walked over to the foot of the bed, touching one bedpost tentatively and then stepped out of her shoes. "And of course... this is where we sleep." 

She slowly reached behind and unzipped her dress down the back. Allowing it to fall off her shoulders and land in a heap around her feet. Standing there before me in black bra and panties, dark nylons, and small sparkly diamonds, she turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "Still want to play hard to get?"

Isabel faced forward again, smiling smugly as I stepped up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. I had never seen a woman as sexy as she was at that moment. The bad thing was – she knew it.

She bent towards the bed in front of us, pushing her butt against my crotch and causing me to become painfully hard again. I couldn't take my hands off of her body, sliding them down to the tops of her nylons and feeling the stark contrast of silk and smooth creamy skin. I reached to her back and quickly unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor in front of us. And then I leaned forward to kiss her back softly.

I showered her back with dozens of tiny kisses while I reached further up and massaged her shoulders gently. Isabel ground back against me, making it difficult to keep standing even!

Moving my hands to her hips, she just stood there facing forward, hands on the mattress as I peeled her panties down around her shapely rear, past her thighs – letting them join the dress at her feet. Quickly, I kneeled behind her and kissed her soft cheeks; able to smell her sweet scent so clearly now. 

She lifted one knee and placed it on the bed, allowing me to see how wet she was already; her puffy lips and soft hair already moist from her excitement. But she was only teasing me still. For just as I moved my fingers closer to her sex, she climbed up on the bed and crawled slowly – and I do mean slowly – to the top of the bed before turning to look at me.

I stood up as Isabel lay on her side, propping herself on one arm and folding her long legs against her ass as she watched me. And so, I put on a show. I took my time undressing, knowing for the first time what it was like to have a woman watch me the way I watched them. Undoing my final button on my shirt, I made a point of letting it hang open so that she could see the ridges that swooped down my pelvis on either side, angling toward what was still hidden inside my pants.

Isabel sunk her teeth into her lip, grinning and watching me intently as I slowly unfastened my pants and let them fall open enough for her to catch a glimpse. She made a show of looking embarrassed as she sank down into the bed a bit and brought one long finger to her mouth, touching her teeth with a dark painted nail. 

I kicked my shoes off and then reached down to remove my socks, not taking my eyes off of her for a second – and rather enjoying the view of her half-sitting, half-laying on the bed just waiting for me.

I straightened up and let my shirt fall from around my shoulders – still defined enough to turn heads from time to time at the gym or the beach; but nothing spectacular in my opinion. I knew it was my stomach that she loved the most though. Her eyes gravitated quickly to the muscles – not bulky or grotesque – just visible enough to prove I still cared to keep myself looking good for my woman.

She was my woman. And as I hooked my fingers at my waistband, I quickly dropped my pants and shorts all at once, allowing her to see just what I thought of my woman laying there like that for me.

Isabel shivered and forced herself to turn away with eyes closed. "You drive me crazy. I sure hope you know that," she whispered huskily.

I smiled. "As it should be."

She watched me intently as I rounded the side of the bed and then climbed up beside her, kneeling close enough for her to reach out and touch me, but far enough that she would have to make the effort. She was just about to do that when I placed my own hands on my cock and started stroking myself right there in front of her.

"Before we go any further," I said, "I think there are a few rules to discuss first."

"Oh you're full o' shit!" she laughed, looking up at me surprised but delighted all at once.

"Am I? Don't think so..." I made a show of letting her see how hard I still was by cupping my balls and gripping my shaft at the base, and Isabel's eyes widened with excitement. "I'm tired of having to do this every day because you tease me all day long and then refuse to meet me. No more."

Isabel looked up at me with raised brows and laughed. "Is that so? And here I thought you actually liked me teasing you all – day – long..."

"Teasing is good. Frustrating is not. Unfortunately you excel at both. Therefore," I continued, stroking my cock a little more vigorously now to maintain its stiffness, "You can tease me as much as you like. But every time I see you bending over to pick up a paper clip across from my office, or chewing on your nail – like you're doing now – when I come in to give you something, then you're coming home with me that night."

Isabel closed her eyes and laughed again, shaking her head. She was loving this game, and so was I.

"Then that's going to be every night, Sweetie."

"You catch on quick," I responded.

"I'm moving in?" She glanced at my eyes and I saw hers sparkle.

"You're moving in."

She made a point of looking like she was going to refuse but then leaned closer and reached out for my cock. I playfully pushed her fingers away, causing her jaw to drop in surprise. I leaned down quickly and kissed her long and hard before climbing back up to my knees leaving her speechless again.

"Two. You can bring work home, but it stops at nine."

She started to shake her head, refusing this rule all together. "I can't guarantee that and I won't. Jeeze, do we have to talk about this now? I'm getting cold!" She reached for me again and I let her take over stroking me, but refused to let her pull me down on the bed when she tried.

"Yes we do. Or I'm going home." She looked at me skeptically, but something in my expression gave her enough doubt to not be sure if I was full of it or not. "At nine, I get to try and convince you that being with me, is so much better than being on that silly laptop."

"Shit! As if coming in with him all hard and ready will just make me do that?"

I grinned, having not thought of that actually. She laughed when she saw my expression and tugged my hard-on playfully.

"No... I was thinking more on the lines of foot rubs and neck massages ... and feeding you ice cream – while you sit on my lap of course." I could tell she liked the idea, remembering how I had done one or more of those things each and every time she had stayed with me overnight.

"And if I just can't get away? I mean that, Sweetie... What then?" She was honestly looking up at me for an answer now, and I knew from talking with her that it was because she'd lost men in the past because of not being able to pull herself away from work.


"Then every minute you go past nine, you owe me."

"I owe you?" She tugged on me especially hard and pulled herself closer to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"That's right," I replied, placing my hand on her hair and looking down. "Board meeting lasts until ten? Gotta make up an hour on the weekend. Decide to stay and prepare for some AM the next day? Tack that on as well."

"Oh! You and sex!" she laughed. "You'd keep me in bed all weekend now, wouldn't you?"

"If I must." I looked away with an aloof expression. "But I didn't say anything about sex."

Isabel was on her back now and looking up at me seductively, sliding her other hand between my legs and gently massaging me all over.

"What are you planning to do to me then? With all that free time you're just forcing me to spend with you now." She said it in such a way that she was still implying sex and looking up at me as if she were ready to push me down and take me right then and there. I was not as hard as before now, just pleasantly big. But enjoying Isabel's hands as they attempted to get me back to the way I was before.

"Depends on what I'm in the mood for I guess. Kind of like a ... free 'Isabel Does What I Want' card." Isabel grinned and wrinkled her nose as she stared up at me. I winked and continued. "I might force you to go to dinner with me – three blocks from the office. Or maybe to a movie that's right down the street instead of five freaking hours away!"

"You wouldn't! We could be caught!"

"I would. So if you don't want to get caught, then you better make sure you don't go past nine then."

"Oh, you are just horrible!" She laughed, gripping me hard and pulling me down on the bed at last.

We leaned in and immediately started kissing as we circled our arms around each other's bodies. I parted my lips and felt her tongue slither inside my mouth just as her leg slipped over my hip. I grabbed it and pulled her closer, grinding myself against her and feeling my cock grow back to full mast again, so to speak.

The two of us fought for control of those kisses: me forcing her on to her back for a few moments and then her rolling us back. All the while we were devouring each other's lips, chewing and sucking on tongues and moaning with delight.

Isabel broke off the kiss and looked down into my eyes, her body half on top of mine, and her hand stroking me persistently.

"Can this really work?" she whispered. "Our ages ... the office..."

I slid my hand up to the back of her head and ran my fingers through her hair there. "We'll make it work. I have no doubt about that."

She closed her eyes for a few moments and then kissed me hard again, forcing her tongue into my mouth ravenously and groaning as she intensified her strokes down below. And then just as suddenly, she started kissing me lower: my chin, my neck, my chest. She stopped at one nipple and flicked her tongue repeatedly; tickling me and making me squirm beneath her. Both of her hands slipped around my torso and held me still so that she could bite me there; a very strange sensation I might add. She was loving every second as much as I was too.

She started to move lower, slithering her way down to my abs, rubbing against them with fingers and lips and nose. Forcefully, she moved my thighs apart and placed herself between my legs, still kissing me. She knelt forward in the beginning, trailing her tongue lower and lower until I was at last certain of her destination. And then she settled down flat on her stomach between my legs, her feet sticking up in the air behind her with ankles crossed, as she stroked me with a wicked grin.

She tormented me by bringing her open mouth so close to me time and again, smiling and blowing her hot breath across my skin. The hair down there stood on end and ripples of pleasure washed over me as I felt the nails of her other hand digging into the tender flesh at the inside of my thighs. My cock looked huge in her hand as she stroked me, twisting her fingers sensuously. 

And then just like that, her mouth was upon me. I held my breath as I felt her lips close around the end of my shaft and then moments later her tongue swirling around the head. Her fingertips were splayed around the base of my cock, scratching lightly as she lowered her lips a little more. She was unable to fit me in more than a couple of inches, so satisfied herself by sucking on just that much while stroking me with one hand and massaging my balls with her other.

The look on her face was priceless. And the whole experience was making me crazy in lust for her. 

Getting more used to the sudden almost overwhelming pleasure emanating from between my legs, I started breathing normally again and placed my hands behind my head to watch. Isabel opened her eyes and wrinkled her nose before winking at me. She then let my cock slip out of her mouth before showering it with kisses all along its length. With a drunken expression, her mouth worked its way lower until she was lightly nipping at my balls. And then she opened her eyes and looked at me again with a sly grin before she pushed one inside her mouth with her fingers.

I realized then, as I looked down at her between my thighs, why she had not done this until now. I could see in her eyes the line she had crossed – had allowed me to cross with her – that until she was absolutely sure, she had refused us. It was the very same reason she hadn't let me do her from behind I think. For there was just something about certain things a woman did to a man, or allowed him to do to her, that told him she was relinquishing control. Being a man's boss and being older than him must have just reinforced this feeling a hundred-fold.

Isabel was relinquishing that control now and as she stared up at me, her mouth full with my swollen orbs; my cock hard and thick, sticking straight up and hiding her nose and the center of her forehead from my view – I could tell she was making certain I understood this. From now on, there was no telling when I would see her at work as she gave me a new project or talked to us as a group, and then choose to just picture her eyes looking up at me, her mouth working to please me so willingly. And she knew that too. 

I felt her smile even before I saw it, as covered from my view her mouth was. And now, knowing that we had crossed that line, she sighed deeply and closed her eyes as she attacked me with a renewed sense of purpose.

One and then the other, Isabel sucked and chewed on me, popping me back and forth and causing me to groan out in ecstasy. She quickly discovered which of the two was more sensitive and would look up apologetically, before moving back to the other. Or feeling that I was paying too much attention watching her legs and feet behind her, she would go back and nibble at me on that one again until I thought I would pass out from the excruciating pleasure.

And for that reason I think it is hysterical that women feel they are being submissive by going down on a man at all. If having a man inside your mouth is not control: able to bite and chew and suck and lick to the tune that only each woman can decide, then I don't know what is.

My balls had been very "tight" when she had started, but after those few deliciously tortuous minutes, she had stretched them with teeth and lips so that she could suck on them as hard as she wanted. I reached down, unable to take it any longer, and stroked myself gently while she continued to chew between my legs. I placed one hand on her head and softly stroked her hair – amazed that this gorgeous woman was doing this for me. 

Isabel started kissing and chewing lightly on the underside of my cock now, moving my fingers away as her mouth reclaimed what belonged to her. She climbed onto her knees as she approached the tip again and held me with both hands; her hair falling forward on her face but still short enough for me to see her eyes clenched tight as she sucked me inside her mouth once more.

I surprised her by sitting up and lifting her face by her chin so that I could kiss her. And I know she was surprised, because she kept her eyes open at first as our lips met in fierce passion. We both groaned as I let her tongue slip back inside my mouth and then I thrust mine inside her mouth in turn, allowing her to suck on it much like she had my cock just moments before. I broke away and flopped back on the bed again, leaving her leaning over my hard shaft, slowly reopening her eyes and looking up at me sprawled in front of her.

"Come here," I said, motioning with both hands that I wanted her on my face right then and there.

Isabel didn't hesitate. She crawled up the bed beside me, breasts swaying gently, and started to straddle my face. But she hesitated at the last moment and looked down at me before twisting on one knee and straddling opposite me instead. She lowered herself onto my mouth, her feet and legs aimed at the headboard. And just as I slipped my tongue inside her, I felt her lean forward and my cock was inside that hot, wet mouth once again.

When I moaned out in pleasure, Isabel ground her self against my mouth and gasped around my cock. This was such a new and different experience; both of us using our mouths on the other simultaneously. Another first for us that night.

She tasted so sweet, so strong, so incredible that I could no less than devour her moist sensitive lips with my mouth. I reached around and put one hand on each of her round cheeks, forcing her down onto my eager lips. I had to have everything she could give me. At the same time, I could feel Isabel sucking the head of my cock, swirling all around and underneath, her teeth lightly scraping in places that only caused me to swivel my hips in a futile attempt to escape her assault.

Both of us tugged on the other's hot, swollen flesh with our lips, responding in a torrid display of synchronicity. I could feel Isabel's hands gripping and releasing my ass, timed with my hands on hers in much the same fashion. I strained my neck as far as I could, lifting my face so that I could trace her sex all the way from enflamed clit to her most secret place between her cheeks.

Isabel's head and body shot up and I heard her inhale sharply when she felt my tongue slither all around her puckered little flesh. She ground hard against my chin, and after a few more delicious moments of tasting her back there, I returned to that warm flesh below, licking along its length relentlessly.

She came like that: her hands pressed against the mattress on either side of my hips, her back arched, crying out at that ceiling silently. I let her slide herself back and forth across my mouth and chin and nose until she was completely satisfied. But before she could completely recover, I gently rolled her off of me onto her back.




Something Unexpected Pt. 02



Isabel watched me with heavy eyes as I crawled between her legs and lifted them, pushing them back just enough for me to slide myself in. Both of us arched, pressing our pubes against each other and relishing in the feel of being united after far too long. She reached back and grabbed the blanket, not opening her eyes as I wasted no time sliding out and then back in again forcefully.

She was so beautiful laying there like that, letting me have my way with her body: her breasts moving softly, her hair tousled in a hundred directions, her lips parted and moist. I knew I wouldn't last long, not after what she had already done for me with her mouth, and the thought of coming without her was almost too much to bear.

The feel of her nylons against my hips and thighs and ass was driving me insane. I slowed myself almost to a crawl and she let her legs fall down to the bed as I crushed my body against hers. Isabel looked into me eyes pleadingly and humped against my hard cock inside her.

"Don't stop!" she cried.

The look on her face made it impossible for me to hold back even a moment later. I cursed myself as I quickly threw my hips against hers repeatedly, feeling the warm burst of pleasure coursing through my veins already. Isabel tossed her head back again with closed eyes and swore aloud, bringing her hands up to my neck and holding on as I exploded inside her. It was only as I slowed myself that I heard her soft cries, letting me know that she too had reached her peak. 

I collapsed on top of her, heart pounding, barely able to breathe. I felt her legs lying limply on either side of mine, while the both of us continued to hump against each other softly. I felt her lips moving to my ear and nibbling gently and then a soft whisper.

"Am I still as good for you?"

I laughed weakly, amazed that she could ask such a thing after the way my body continued to heave and convulse atop hers.

"Are you kidding?" I pulled my face away and looked down at her, seeing the smile in her eyes. "Am I still as good for you?"

Isabel rolled her eyes up into her head and reached down to squeeze my ass with both hands. "Are you kidding?"

Both of us laughed softly and started kissing again. It was slow at first, almost playful, but then I think we both felt the underlying passion reigniting. Isabel broke off her kiss for a few moments and looked at me in surprise – the tips of our noses touching and chins and lips pressing. Both of us were very aware that I was still nearly as hard as when we'd begun; yet another rare experience for me. I was spent and yet, I couldn't resist the way her body moved beneath mine; nor could I deny her the pleasure she craved once more.

Her legs lay snug behind my thighs and soft but firm hands gripped my shoulder blades as both of us forced our bodies as close as humanly possible. Realizing that this was indeed happening again so soon; Isabel tilted her head back and to the side as she groaned deep inside her throat. I buried my mouth at the side of her neck, remembering clearly the first time she had allowed me to do so. It seemed so long ago.

Her mouth was seeking out mine again in a flash; I didn't resist, I simply lifted my face and let her teeth capture my lower lip as she sighed in rapture. I was cradling her body now; my arms around her back and holding the back of her neck and head as we pushed against each other eagerly time and time again.

The silky exciting feel of her nylons against my skin made me feel drunk all over again; gooseflesh rippling down my legs and up my back. She sensed this and softly slid her feet all the way down my legs before bringing them back up and locking her ankles above my ass.

We made love like that forever. Slowly pushing and pulling, grinding and fighting. And I knew as we approached that pinnacle for the second time that night that she was feeling the same for me as I for her. 

I felt myself on the verge of losing control of all my senses and I let out a deep moan, pleading for her to relinquish the hold her body had over mine. But she didn't of course. And as I felt the familiar bursts of pleasure exploding through my body again, I felt Isabel tense and groan, holding me tighter than I thought possible.

She made soft noises as she came; they sounded like she was crying. But when she at last permitted me to lift my mouth from hers, I gazed down to see fluttering eyelids and quivering lips. 

And a look of pure joy.

CHAPTER TEN

I will always remember that night. Another first for us: the first in her house; the first in her bed. And the first after so many days apart. 

I feel like we slept peacefully in each other's arms, yet how can that be so, when no more than an hour or two would pass and we would be making love again? We didn't talk very much at all that night and we continued to take things at a deliciously slow pace each time until finally, the sun started to rise and we drifted off to sleep for good.

We showered together late that morning, taking the time to caress and kiss and reacquaint ourselves entirely. And then, as I was getting dressed into wrinkled clothes, I saw Isabel lay out her luggage on the bed, still wearing her robe. I stood there, not sure what she was doing, and she rather ignored me as she went back to her large closet and grabbed as many clothes as she could, dumping them unceremoniously onto the bed.

"Are you going to help or just stand there staring at me?" She smiled and winked as she went over to her dresser and peered in the drawers.

"We're bringing everything?" I asked, hearing my voice falter. I had been assertive the night before, but didn't actually recall her agreeing with everything I'd said.

She raised a brow as she scooped the contents of one drawer into her arms and dumped them in her suitcase. "It will take a few trips, unless we rent a truck. But yes, I think we should bring everything. Everything I use day to day anyway." 


Isabel stopped and came over to me. She had not put her glasses back on yet and her hair was still combed back and damp. God, she was so beautiful.

"Is that what you want? I mean, you made yourself pretty clear last night; and were very demanding I might add!" She laughed and looked into my eyes for a response.

I responded by grabbing her tight and lifting her off the ground, hiding my face in her neck and making her squeal. We kissed for a few moments and then I let her down, surprised, but delighted by the recent turn of events.

She was all business after that, just like the Isabel I'd come to know at the office all those years. She was anxious, I could tell, but she was also in her groove, telling me what she needed to bring and when we would need to come back and get what was left.

We packed both of our cars to the max and then we just looked at each other for a moment, realizing that we would have to take that long drive back to my place riding in separate cars. We hugged; holding each other tight, both of us smiling before we kissed and went back to our cars.

On the way out, Isabel stopped and introduced me to her neighbors whom she asked to contact her if anything ever happened while she was away. But she told them that we would be back every few weeks or so. It was the first time Isabel had acknowledged me as anyone other than someone she worked with and I felt like a new man when she became flustered trying to explain exactly who I was – eventually settling on the term of "friend." She blushed when her neighbors, a couple her age smiled knowingly, and I will always remember her looking over at me for reassurance that I was indeed what she'd said I was.

We did talk once we got her settled in that day. And we both decided that we would keep to ourselves when around the office, just as we had before – in hopes that maybe a solution would present itself that would allow us both to keep our dignity intact. Perhaps we were attributing bad motives to the people we worked with. I don't know. But she had so much to lose, and I for one was not willing to risk her again just yet even if it meant hiding from the world forever. 

What she didn't know is that I had been working on a solution all that time. And when it finally did present itself about a month later, I again jumped right in without taking a second thought. Two days after I'd made my decision, I whisked her away to dinner on the eastern shore, over an hour away, promising myself that it would be the last time I would do so out of plain necessity. 

***

"Are you just staring because I'm so beautiful, or because you have something to say?" Isabel winked at me as she looked at the first course spread out before her.

"You never asked what I was up to when you were ignoring me so well over the Holidays," I teased.

Isabel got a distant expression as she tested her soup, sipping it delicately. "I don't really need to know. We both needed time to work things through. No point talking about something that can't be undone if you ..."

I shook my head, knowing where she was going. "No. It's just that you eating that soup kind of reminded me is all. And I thought now would be the best time."

Isabel held her spoon with out putting it back into the bowl. I could see the interest on her face. "Well... if it wasn't the other, then what is it?"

"I decided to keep myself busy – try and not think about you twenty-four seven – as if anything could have solved that problem." She smiled weakly as I reached out and touched her fingers across the table. "So, I volunteered downtown at some shelters over the holiday."

"Well, that was nice of you," she said, face softening somewhat. "I did that when I was younger, every year, but ever since I took this position... well, you see."

"I know. And, well, I met someone there." Isabel's eyes were focusing on her spoon sifting through the penne in her bowl rather than look at me. "We kind of hit it off, and she asked me to come and work for her – for them."

She frowned and gave me that look she did at the office when I come in asking her to deal with some disciplinary problem in the department. 

"She's the president of a non-profit organization based in DC. And they need someone to come in and be their number two at their finance department out in Columbia." I continued. "She liked my resume and just this week, she offered me the job. It's a small department, so I think it's a good move for me at the moment."

"Well, I can't say I'm happy to see you go. Especially since we are on such good terms at the moment," she grinned playfully. I let out a little sigh of relief and smiled back.

Not sure how or if I should continue, I took a deep breath and forged on. "That isn't the only thing though."

"Here it comes," Isabel said under her breath, sitting back in her chair and folding her arms. I just smiled.

"They have offices all over the country, but their headquarters are here. I hope you won't be too upset... but I got a copy of your resume off the company directory. I know, it hasn't been updated in years it looks like, but it was the best I could do."

"And just why did you do that?" She was not angry, but clearly puzzled. I hoped she was not feeling too violated by what I had done.

"They need someone to come in as a director to oversee the operation of all of their outfits all over the place. The guy they have now is retiring or something. But, Isabel... she wants you to call her. Even with that old resume she says you sound perfect."


Isabel sat back, clearly stunned and it was a few minutes before she spoke again. She would sip her wine and look at me and then the glass and then me again.

"What do they do again?"

"Non-profit. I don't think anyone ever thinks of things like this, but you know that women are not held responsible if they turn their unwanted babies over to a hospital right?" Isabel nodded. "Well, someone has to take care of those babies. And someone has to figure out how to get the money and provide for all those babies. That is what they do. In a nutshell."

She was quiet again, but I knew I had struck a nerve with the babies. She couldn't walk past a baby without telling the mother how cute it was. It wasn't fair to have taken that route, but I was feeling selfish, and I wanted her – wanted to show everyone that I had her - forever.

"If, and I mean if, I were to even look into this ... it doesn't solve our problem of keeping us secret, if that is why you are doing this. I mean, you gave her my resume for Christ's sake, Sweetie. If you had just let me do it, then she would never have known."

"It wouldn't have mattered. One, you would never have done it on your own. No, don't deny it. And two, you would have to go to functions being that high up. And they would wonder why you always went alone or wonder even more if you brought me with you. Just more lies year after year right?"

"Then what is your solution for that? At least where I am I have tenure. They know my work and my ethics have been impeccable – up until this point. It would all blow over – eventually."

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the small velvet covered box that I had bought immediately after I'd been offered the job. Looking down at my hands, seeing that they were shaking just a little, but feeling more excited than ever in my life, I brought the box out from under the tablecloth and held it for Isabel to see.

Her eyes went wide before she looked at me again, not believing what she saw in front of her.

I showed her the diamond ring and reached out for her slender fingers. "Isabel...I told her... that you were my fiancée." 

***

We had left the restaurant shortly after and took a long walk, not knowing where we were heading at all really. Isabel walked on my left side this time with her arm through mine, so that she could look at the ring from time to time. We hadn't talked about her leaving her job after I'd given her that ring. She would have to decide whether she wanted to stay and deal with that or move on to something else. But I felt like I had at least given her a way out and not left her to face the music unless she wanted to. 

We paused at a busy street corner, waiting for the light to change and I saw other people milling about on that late winter night, just like us. Snowflakes were just starting to fall, adding to the mounds that were already two-feet high against the curbs.


The ring sparkled in the streetlight as Isabel twisted and moved it around her finger gingerly. I could even see it flash in the lens of her glasses once when she held her hand out in front of her one more time, looking at it with wonder. 

She was beautiful standing there with her breath visible in the chill night air and her cheeks and the tip of her nose turning a rosy pink. It was dark, but I could still see the very moment that she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. And after a few seconds, she started to smile without even looking over at me.

"Sweetie ... Don't you ever stop staring at me," she said.

I slid my arm around her and turned her face to look her straight in the eyes. 

"Trust me, my Love ... I won't."

THE END