A special thanks once again to LadyVer for editing assistance!
Chapter 1
The Logan Airport exit was next, and as usual for this time of day the traffic was dense and slow moving. Glancing at his watch he saw he had 45 minutes until his love's plane landed. That should give him plenty of time to find a spot in the parking garage and hoof it over to the arrivals terminal.
He missed her. She'd been gone an entire week on a business trip to the West Coast, leaving him home with the kids. He didn't mind. He could handle the kids and their busy social calendars.
What he wanted most was to see her smiling face, feel her arms around his neck, and listen to her voice. It didn't matter what she said, he just needed to hear her. She'd talk about her trip, and about how it was exhausting but productive, full of meeting team members, and board meetings. Then she'd ask how the boys were while she was away, and he'd tell her how they learned a new swear word, and got in trouble for roughhousing in class. And she would scowl at him for a moment before her beautiful smile came back to her face. Then they'd just talk about anything and set their worries aside for the evening. He was hoping she wouldn't be too tired, so they could make love when they got home.
Their kids were set up for the night, each having a sleepover to go to. He didn't have to pick them up until tomorrow morning, giving him an evening alone with his wife. It was like hitting the lottery, and he wanted to make the most of it. Dinner and romance were on the agenda.
Wine, dine, and some other thing...
He couldn't remember how the saying ended, but that is what they'd do. Dinner reservations were squared away at one of their favorite restaurants in Boston's theater district. It was a beautiful rustic Italian place full of atmosphere and stonework. The open kitchen featured a wood-fire oven that rose from the floor to the ceiling. The lighting and woodwork, along with the amazing mouth-watering smells from the kitchen made him think of their plans to visit Italy some day. This place was perfect. There was no better setting for a nice evening out to relax and catch up on the events in each other's lives.
Entering the mayhem of the parking garage, he wound his way through the garage towards the sky bridge. He got lucky and came across someone leaving a spot. Within minutes he parked and was on the walking bridge heading into the terminal area. The arrivals/departures monitors showed that her plane was on time, and was on approach to land. He knew he had a few minutes to kill while the plane landed.
Wandering over to the terminal bookstore, he scanned the latest bestsellers on paperback and perused the magazine covers. As usual, there were a number of James Patterson books, a Dr. Oz self-help book, and a few romance novels with hot couples intimately entwined on the covers. The tech magazines showed some cool new toys. The Cosmo headlines were always eye-catching. He picked it up and read the obligatory sex features. One read:
20 great standing positions!
The second one read:
Reader Poll: Craziest places to have sex!
Every issue had these types of articles. It was a never-ending fountain of sexual suggestions and imagery. That was totally cool by him. If a monthly magazine wanted to give advice on how to get your significant other off, that had to be a good thing. Some of the things in these articles seemed hokey, but mixed in were some fun suggestions too. He'd like to try everything in those articles, just for the fun of it. Some of the ideas could result in a good laugh, but some others would no doubt lead to delicious results.
Leaving the bookstore, he went over to Starbucks and ordered a vanilla latte for his wife, then went to the arrivals waiting area. As he walked into the waiting area, she emerged from the long tunnel from where passengers disembarked.
"Jack!" she exclaimed. She was wearing a thin sweater, light green, with a black skirt that hung down to just below her knees, with black shoes. The outfit may have been too much for California weather, but should work just fine in the late spring weather here on the East Coast.
"Hey, babe!" he said, smiling.
He caught her in his arms, embracing her in a tight hug. She felt good, warm and comforting. After a moment, they parted and he gave her a kiss, being sure to taste her lips. He felt a spark deep within him ignite. He smiled and handed her the latte. Her eyes were beautiful and sparkling, a sea of green and blue.
"Thanks," she said, taking the cup and taking a sip. "I need this!"
"How was the flight?" he asked as they followed the signs to the luggage area.
"As good as can be expected. Long and so-so," she said. "I'm glad it's over."
He smiled. "I've got a surprise for you. You can relax tonight. I'm taking you out to dinner. Then we can do whatever we want. The kids are all set until morning."
"Aww! I wanted to see the monkeys!"
"They jumped at the chance for a sleep-over. Besides, we'll pick them up first thing tomorrow and we'll spend the day together. Tonight it's dinner and some time for us."
"Ok, that sounds nice," she said, leaning into his arm as they walked.
Chapter 2
The car started with the press of the ignition button. Out of the corner of his eye Jack saw her lean toward him, wanting a kiss. He turned, obliging her. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his fingertips sliding behind her ear to caress her hair. Their lips met, and all at once he could feel her warmth, taste her lips, and smell the delicious scent of her. He could feel the heat in his stomach flare up. It gave him butterflies too, even after all this time. The kiss was passionate and deep. The tips of their tongues explored each other, licking and caressing. She tasted good.
Without warning, she grabbed his crotch and began massaging his cock. Their kiss continued, her hand firm and insistent on his package. His hand moved from her cheek, sliding down to cup a breast through her shirt. She wore a bra, but he immediately found the firm flesh of her nipple and pinched it lightly with forefinger and thumb. A small moan escaped from deep in her throat. His cock was hard now, and bulging through his pants.
Wow, I don't think I have to worry about her being tired! he thought.
"Dinner, then home," he whispered as their lips parted.
"Sounds delicious," she said, smiling.
"Which one?" he asked.
"Dinner, of course," she replied, glancing down at his cock.
He chuckled. He couldn't wait to get home.
Chapter 3
Cutting through Boston is never an easy task, but they made good time through the congested streets to the theater district. They parked in a garage on Stuart Street and walked the short way over to the restaurant. It was pleasantly warm, with a light breeze that carried the smells of all the nearby eateries, with a hint of the nearby Atlantic Ocean. The streets were full of people on their way to any of a dozen bars or pubs, or to shows at any of the nearby theaters. It was a typical busy Friday evening, full of people in search of a good time.
The face of the restaurant was a huge sheet of glass, more than half as wide as the restaurant itself, and behind the glass was a massive custom wood bar. Liquor and wine bottles were on display behind the bar and two bartenders were working the patrons like a well-choreographed dance, pouring wine, mixing drinks, and ringing up tabs, all the while smiling and chatting with customers and making them feel like old friends.
Entering the restaurant, they walked into a stone floor foyer. The beautifully tiled walls of different colors created a scene of an Italian countryside. The sounds of clinking tableware, glasses, and talking became louder. Merriment and laughter set the scene for a festive time. Perhaps there was some romance too.
The room opened up into another large common area. Off to the far left was part of the bar they could see from the street. A low bar ran along one wall and there were TV's at intervals down its length. The Red Sox game was being broadcast, but he didn't bother checking the score; this evening he only had eyes for his love, Sally. A few patrons were chatting with the bartender and a handful of college-age kids were drinking beers and watching the game.
At the back of the room stood a tall brick oven, which contained a roaring flame that burned a deep orange red. He felt the heat from it on his face. Inside the oven were pizzas and a couple of bubbling dishes cooking in the intense heat. The smell was fantastic: garlic and other herbs and melting cheese mingling together to make his mouth water like never before.
Just then the hostess came around the corner to greet them. She had the whitest teeth he had ever seen and smiled in a way that reminded him of the Cheshire cat from the story about Alice taking LSD.
"Good evening! Do you have a reservation?" she asked in a courteous, friendly tone.
"Yes," he replied. "For Jack."
"Of course," she replied, briefly scanning a list of names and times. "Please follow me."
She took two menus and a wine list from a niche on the wall and led them to a more secluded table for two in the back of the main dining area. This was fine with Jack. Not exactly privacy, but there was some distance between them and the nearest occupied table.
