D, having just recently arrived for some training meetings, has finally met Jynx, the woman who has haunted his dreams for the past few months. Their chat sessions were always leaving him "in a mood" and aching for her. After meeting her, he decides to put his plan into action. She was going to be his, and his alone. No matter what it took.
"No more! I won't mention it again, really." He was grinning, and laughing, so Jynx took him at his word.
"Um, Jynx? Didn't you forget something during the tour?"
She looked at him somewhat perplexed, wondering what she could have possibly forgotten. She turned to him, a question forming on her lips.
"Did I? What could I have forgotten?"
Quickly changing what he was going to say, he asked, "Where is your study? Where do you do your creating?"
"OH! D, I am sorry. Come on, I'll show you."
They turned left, out of his door, and then quickly turned right, down the connecting side hall. They were approaching a big room at the end, when Jynx turned abruptly to the right.
Giving a sweeping gesture with her hand, she went on to say, "Here's where I create; when I'm not stymied by writer's block," she laughed. "I love the openness of this room, and the built-in bookshelves. I can write, or I can read. Or, I can do all the research I need, and I don't have to go very far."
Pointing to the opposite side of the room, she continued, "I'm going to be installing a coffee bar in here next week. I told them to come Monday and Tuesday, during the day, while you're at your meetings so the construction sounds wouldn't disturb you. It's nothing very elaborate, just a 'bar' to sit at, with counters and cabinets behind for storage.
"The only three requirements I did specify though, was 1.) plenty of space with the counter tops; 2.) enough room behind the bar to allow two people to be milling around making coffee, or a simple breakfast, without bumping into, or stumbling over, each other first thing in the morning; and 3.) a sink that looks as if there isn't one. There will also be a small under-the-counter refrigerator, with a small freezer.
"So, they'll start Monday morning; and due to the simplicity of the project, they should be done before noon Tuesday. I'm having them install Unbleached Pine cabinets, with just a gloss finish over the wood, to protect it. And the coffee bar is going to be the same way, except, it will have a faux marble counter top with inset cutting boards."
D was impressed. He stood next to Jynx in the middle of what was her workspace, nodding sagely in agreement as she told him about the new project for Monday and Tuesday. He liked the sounds of her ideas, and he envisioned them making coffee in here Wednesday morning. He made a mental note to change his return flight time back some, or even a day, as soon as he could get to his room.
His sigh must have been audible, for Jynx turned to him, and asked if he was all right.
"I'm sorry, Sexy. I guess I'm just more tired than I thought. I must say, I had no idea your place was this nice. It's large and airy. Yet, it allows you almost all the amenities of going to an office, save for the constant chatter and visitors.
"I much prefer your use of natural lighting, versus all that florescent garbage regular offices use. This is one awesome den/library or office/workroom you have here. I'm just a bit envious."
He was grinning, she noted, so that took the sting out that may have otherwise, had D been anyone else, been in his words.
"I'm glad you like it. I love it here. I can open the windows and get breezes off the bay, or I can open the sunlight if it gets really windy. Would you like to rest before lunch? I'm sure you're tired."
Jynx went through the door and was heading back down the hall to the left when she realized that D wasn't right behind her. She half turned and looked back. He stood, framed against the open door to her room, by the light streaming from the bay window in her room. She went back down the hall toward him.
"Yes, this is my room. I had planned on showing it to you after we had had dinner, but then I was afraid you might get the wrong idea, so I changed my mind."
He stood at the doorframe, looking in. The carpet, he noticed, was the same Dusty Rose that was in the living room. Her bed was a White Iron, much like his Black one; but it was a King Size. He noted the Rose print chaise lounge over by the open window that overlooked the open expanse of yard heading toward the dock.
There was a white metal pivot-style reading lamp behind the chaise, with a Victorian style shade with glass bead fringe. There were trios of sheers hanging from the canopy rails, making multi-colored pools on the carpet.
This room was so much like the petite woman standing beside him, that it's exactly what he had pictured her room might look like. He inhaled deeply, catching the light, lingering scent of her perfume still clinging to the air in her room. He felt himself grow hard again as the scent filled his nostrils and his brain.
He straightened, from his lounging position against the doorframe, and cleared his throat, unable to find his voice at first. He had to put some distance between him and her room. That scent was doing strange things to him.
If he didn't leave her doorframe right now, he was going to be dragging her into that room, and kicking shut the door, locking it behind them. He was struggling against any action that would have her think him a caveman.
When he did take her to bed, he wanted it to be a joint coupling. He wanted to remove her clothes slowly and savor her touches, as she would lay them on him. He didn't want to rush into her as he felt he might have when they were by the pool and sauna area.
Hot for her? Hell yes he was. Aching to feel her pussy around his cock again? Oh Hell yeah! He wouldn't be male if he didn't want that. But Dammit! He wanted to take his time.
Clearing his throat again, he found his voice and said, "Um Jynx? If you'll excuse me, I think I am going to lie down. You're right, I am tired and I don't allow myself the luxury of giving in when I am." He bent and lightly kissed first her cheek and then her lips, before he walked down the hall, turned left and then she heard the quiet click as his door closed.
Standing where he'd left her, she felt odd. She realized, after some thought, that she finally felt lonely. Not being one to give into the moods of depression or sadness, she turned on her heel and went into her den.
Picking up the paperback from the arm of the chaise, she stretched out on the cool rose print material, tossing the lightweight crocheted throw over her legs and lower body, and settled in to do some reading. In no time, her eyes drifted closed, and the book fell from her grasp.
Now in the room she’d given him, D went to the dresser, and got out the case that had his shaving gear in it. He opened it and then unzipped the side compartments and withdrawing a few of the items, he slipped them into the pockets of the trousers that were laying on the bed.
Then, opening the closet, he got his cell phone from his suit jacket and placed a call to his office. Once that was done, he grabbed a towel from the towel caddy, and after removing his shoes and socks, he whistled his way into the bathroom to take a cool shower.
She felt it again, and waved it away. Something was tickling her. First it was at her lips and then at her eyelashes. Just when she thought it had gone away, it was back against her lips, only now, there was a distinct persistence behind it. Whatever it was, it was seeking some sort of response from her. Sighing softly, she gave in.
It felt as if her lower lip was being nibbled, or gently pulled on. She slowly wakened from her slumber to see D, sitting next to her on her double sized chaise. She realized, with a small shock, that in her sleep, she had flung her arm across his lap.
Now fully awake, she sat straight up, removing her arm from a position that said she was too familiar with this man she'd just met, finally, face-to-face, a few hours ago. He must think me quite loose if I go about doing this to someone I'd only met, personally, such a short time before.
"Oh D! I'm sorry. That was way too familiar of me." She quickly lowered her eyes from his scrutiny, and felt quite flushed.
His soft chuckle had her raising her head and peering at him through and from under her sooty lashes.
"Don't concern yourself overly about it, Sexy. I'm flattered that you feel so comfortable to be as at ease as you were. It's fine, and I don't think badly of you for being so 'familiar' with me. I rather enjoy seeing you so at ease."
His compliment only served to make her embarrassment deepen and it showed in her face. She quickly tried to alter the subject. She spoke as she sat up and adjusted her dress, and swung her legs over the side of the chaise, slipping into her discarded sandals.
"What time is it? How long have I slept?"
"Relax, Sexy. It's only just about one thirty. You've managed to snag maybe an hour to an hour and a half. But taking this nap now was a good thing," he winked, "cause you won't be getting much sleep later, or damn near nil to any, you know that, don't you."
During the time she'd been resting, he'd called the office and had his secretary call the airlines and book him a later flight back. He was now leaving early next Friday morning, a week from today. He was due some vacation time and he was going to include a few days of it while on this business trip; which was seemingly quickly turning into a pleasure trip as well.
"What did you have in mind for lunch? Or would you rather get a little more shut-eye? I can take a swim if you want to opt for the latter offer."
A flash of memory, thick with the remembered pressure of his cock pushing into her pussy, had Jynx's hand suddenly flattening against her tummy, and she didn't quite catch the low groan that escaped from between her lips.
