Long Overdue Time Away

In the days and weeks since Karen and I had been on vacation we talked nearly every day. She had responsibilities to attend to and had several places to be for business. And I had some loose ends to attend to with a couple of breweries I was doing work for, as well as looking into some prospects that had contacted me. Some times It was difficult to focus, Karen seemed to occupy my thoughts often. I missed her touch and her smile not to mention her fantastic body and really just her.

Karen asked if I was willing to take on Sanches's as a project? I told her it would be best if we could meet face to face to go over some of the conditions that made sense to me. I was at first reluctant to get involved because I wasn't sure I wanted to complicate our relationship. I have to admit the dinner date part of it was an excuse to see her. Under other circumstances it wouldn't have been hard to nail down some guidelines by phone or email.

When I walked into the dining room Karen was already there with an associate. Her hair was shorter than when we saw each other two weeks ago and looked great, a little edgier of a cut than her previous cut and was a little spiked and it made her look younger. She was wearing a dress that was appropriate for business but showed enough leg to bring back memories. We greeted each other warmly and I shook Chad's hand when he was introduced.

We decided to meet at a popular destination brewery I had done work for in San Diego. They were known for their ability to provide a fine dining experience as well as some world class beer and wine.

"Chad oversees our winery in Napa Valley as well as the one we have in Paso Robles. He also has Sanches's as part of his responsibilities. And will be your contact if we decide to move forward with the project." Karen was treating this as any other meeting she would have with associates she had a good working relationship with. Her usual smile and at ease attitude was as prevalent as it ever was. She also is confident and displayed what I guess shouldn't have been a surprising amount of business savvy. And as we talked would occasionally look down at Chad's tablet he was taking notes on. There was clearly expectations that he would be treating this as a business meeting and not a tag along on her dinner date. As he was given a list of items to pursue.

"First we need to establish what your vision for both the brewery and the town is." I started out. "And what the options are as I see them." I looked at Karen and said "how much change are both you and Port Orford up for? Here is what I mean, you have a love for that little town. How comfortable is change there going to be?"

We continued to talk about the details of what Sanches's could become and what it could do for the town. Karen didn't hide the fact that the two of us were in a relationship and she made it clear to Chad that this project was his to manage as he would any other venture. Karen made the point that our relationship would not be relevant to the project. I got the feeling Chad was nervous about being in a meeting with Karen and that normally there were a few more layers of Management between them, and given the potential for a land mine here, that might be beneficial to him.

Chad excused himself and left the meeting as soon as it became apparent that Karen and I were starting to change the conversation to a personal level.

We sat close and laughed and enjoyed each other's company. We had already discussed that I would spend the night before leaving in the morning. "I'll have the car brought up front if you are ready." Karen said. We walked to the front and there were several vehicles that the Valet had brought up.

Pointing to a long black limo Karen said "This is us here." Karen read my look. "I can see my life is going to take some getting used to." We got in and the window that separated the front from the rear slid down and a gentlemanly bald headed man smiled as he looked at us in the rear view mirror.

"Karen, where would you like to go?"

"The hotel would be great Al, thank you."

Dropping us in front of the hotel, Al got out and opened Karens door, I could see the valet staff find another gear and it seemed most of them were wanting to attend to what ever Karen needed or wanted. We walked through the lobby and through a door into the "Gold Members" business area and through a door marked private. There was an elevator with an attendant and upon entering he asked "Your suite Miss Karen?"

We were in an upscale National hotel that anyone would want to stay in, but not everyone could. The amenities were top notch and the staff was polite and professional. It wasn't hard to notice the sideways glances we got as we walked through.

"Miss Karen?" I joked after leaving the elevator.

"The staff refuses to call me just Karen, Miss Karen was the best compromise I could get."

"Clearly I'm in waaay over my head." I said entering her suite it was obvious this was Karen's suite. Decorated impeccably. This wasn't her family's, the floor was her family's.

"You aren't. All this is just stuff. And honestly if I wasn't born into this, and knowing what I know now? I'm not sure I would choose it. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for what I have and everything my father built, and I do love the business I am in, but I'm not in love with the fact that I get treated the way I do because of my last name. I like authenticity. I'm fairly simple...Most of the time."

I walked through the living area and opened the sliding door out to the balcony. There was a large deck with a jacuzzi and teak chairs and tables with umbrellas.

Next to one of the tables there was one of those champagne buckets with ice and the top of a bottle peeking out of the ice. Karen was smiling when she saw that I noticed it. "Go look." she smiled.

"Do you know what this is?" I held it up looking at the bottle. "Of course you do, you own the hotel."

"I have to admit, I don't, but I knew you would love it. I asked Al if he could pick it up while we were in our meeting."

Karen looked excited that I loved this. "Russian Rivera, Planter the younger. This a one day a year release, They don't even bottle this! And I didn't even know they had a barrel aged version." I looked at Karen with a puzzled look.

She shrugged her shoulders, clearly enjoying this and her smile showed it. "Al is good at finding things." I kissed her on the cheek and thanked her.

Clearly this wasn't put together last minute.

We couldn't think of a better way to enjoy the gift but in the jacuzzi. After a toast we played and were being silly and splashed each other and she wound up in my arms. I was hot so I sat with just my feet in. Sitting on the edge, the view of Karen as she moved between my legs her breasts swaying in the water, she grabbed me and with her lips wrapped around my cock while she stroked the shaft with one hand while the other slowly rubbed my thigh. When she pulled her head back, her lips just past the ridge of my cock head her tongue circled the ridge as her bobbing paused. I took another sip of this iconic beer as I placed my hand on her head and she went down all the way till her nose was buried in my thin pubic hair. I felt her tongue stick out and lick my balls as she held it there and her hand pulled my balls toward her tongue. Pulling back now her head bobbed up and down.

Pulling all the way out of her mouth she stuck her middle finger in her mouth and before plunging back down on my cock, gave me a seductive smile and simultaneously stuck her finger in my exposed hole while her lips went all the way back down to the base. That's all it took and I collapsed onto my back and and arched as I blew. Rope after rope came out of me. It had been two weeks and I was full, until now. She tried to contain it but I was filling her mouth faster than she could swallow. She came out of the water and climbed on top of me and snow balled what was left in her mouth as our tongues did a familiar dance. I have to say, tasting my own cum mixed with her saliva was a turn on I didnt expect. Laying on top of me her breasts pressed between us Karen kissed me a few more times before getting up and drying off.

I was a little buzzed from mostly drinking the gift myself. And my head spun a little from the combination of alcohol and ecstasy, so I was a little slow getting up. "Are you ok?" Karen smiled and laughed.

"You make me week in the knees." I chuckled.

We took a shower together and explored each others bodies while we soaped each other up. Karen turned her back to me and I reached around her and ran my hands from her flat stomach up to her tits and let them bounce as my hands continued to slide up to her shoulders. She leaned back into me and the tip of my cock was at the top of her crack. I repeated rubbing her tits and letting them bounce a few more times. Then leaning forward and putting her hands on the shower wall in front of her to steady herself as she arched her back and rose up on her pretty toes spreading her legs and pushing back into me. My cock was hard and found its home between her legs. My hips moved back and forth sliding the head between her lubricated pussy lips. Karens head layed back and she moaned. I didn't rush, I slid my cock slowly parting her wet lips back and forth several times before bending my knees and without touching it opened her up with my cock head and thrust into her. It was a slow grind at first then as my pace picked up I was almost lifting Karen off the shower floor. In the privacy of her own place she didnt hold back and try to muffle her moans. She was more vocal than she had been.

"Fuuuuu...oooooh...goooood!!" By now our bodies were making a loud slapping noise and the louder it got, the louder she got. I don't know if it was one orgasm or several, but it went on for a few minutes before I let my self go, I locked my hips against her ass, burying my cock as deep as it would go and held it there. She responded to my spasms squeezing the cum out of me with her pussy. A talent I have come to look forward to. My knees almost buckled. I held onto her hips as I backed out of her, I think to steady both of us. Turning around and wrapping her arms around my neck she gave me a quick kiss and said "I've missed you."

We fell asleep quickly after going to bed and I didnt wake at all during the night. I woke to the smell of breakfast. Bacon, coffee, and bread or muffins. It smelled good. Too good to try and go back to sleep. Karen had left a pair of those nylon basketball shorts and a T-shirt over the back of a chair in the corner for me. She really was starting to get to know me better and better.

As I walked out of the bed room, I almost ran into a woman in a chefs coat. She was hurrying and was embarrassed that we almost collided. She returned my "good morning" but did her best to avoid eye contact. She put down what she was carrying on the table and almost ran out of the room. The sliding glass door was open, I say sliding glass door, but it was one of those glass walls that disappears into a wall leaving a seamless transition from inside to outside. I could see Karen sitting in one of the teak chairs at the table with her laptop in front of her and a cup of coffee in her hand. Al was walking toward me saying over his shoulder that he thought Monique about had breakfast ready. "Good morning Jim." He said smiling discovering I was suddenly in front of him. He never broke stride, it seemed he was on a mission.

Karen got up and met me in the doorway and grabbed my hand and led me into the dining room. There breakfast was, and it looked delicious. Eggs Benedict, fried potatoes, bacon, OJ and coffee. "Wow! Look at this." I motioned to the table as we sat down.

"I always look forward to Monique's meals, That woman can cook." Karen taking my plate loaded it up with what was on the table before dishing up her own breakfast.

We talked about how the last couple of weeks had been for both of us, being apart and how much the previous couple of weeks had changed our out look.

I mentioned that as much as I loved the time we spent in Oregon, I was still happy to get home to my life and that my dogs had missed me. Karen lit up."You have dogs?"" I do. A very large chocolate lab and a pointer.""I'm going to love them." She smiled.

As Karen and I have spent more and more time together. The more of our lives were revealed to each other. I mentioned I spent several years in intelligence for the military, Karen almost dropped her fork and her expression went blank. "Ok, what does that mean?" I could tell this was a bomb shell though it wasn't meant to be.

"For eight years I worked for a private security company that the government used to gather information. Officially we worked for various branches of the military because the CIA doesn't operate domestically, and the military provided the insulation the CIA required to gather what they needed inside of our boarders. My team worked seamlessly all over North America and were given a much longer leash than that if needed."

"Oh fuck! You were a spy? Can you even ever stop being a spy?"

"I knew how to be in places and find things out." I was reading her expression."

"Like there is a difference?!" Her eyes were big, and I could tell I needed to bring this news into the present if there was going to be a level of comfort on what all this means today. She was clearly getting upset.

"I did give it up, yes you can get out of it and stop. You need to know how. And I do."

"How do you know? I mean that you are safe? And truly out? How do I know I'm safe being in a relationship with you?" She set her fork on her plate and her facial expression was getting increasingly sad.

I took her hand and told her, "slow down. It's been over ten years. There is no danger. The longer it has been, the less danger there is. There are people that know I have very sensitive National security secrets that could end careers. The key is they have no idea where I have them and what mechanisms are in place to keep them secrete or make them public."

"It's like that with all of us. The more time that goes by the higher the confidence is we don't want to burn anyone. They also know there is no way any of the things I know will ever be told to anyone. And I do mean anyone. You will never know where I have been or what I know. All of this is what keeps us safe. Again, ten years. I'm a brewery consultant period."

Karen's anxiety was dissipating and her normal soft demeanor was starting to return. "Ok, fair enough. I dropped a bombshell on you and I guess it would be unfair to treat you differently than you have treated me after you tell me this kind of thing. I love you...I do. That's what makes this kind on news hard to hear." She raised her eyebrows "Wow!"

I went on "I'm sorry, its not the kind of thing you lead with when starting a relationship. But it is the kind of thing you offer in full disclosure when the relationship starts to get serious."

"So you think we're getting serious?" She finally cracked a smile. My heart was finally leaving my throat. I'm not sure Karen knew the extent of how much she meant to me at that point. And how worried I was that this news could end our relationship. Really that would be proven over time if given the opportunity.