Sunday morning we went back to her place long enough to pack her clothes and bring them to my apartment. Afterwards we found a champagne brunch. In the afternoon we went walking in a park and watched the parents playing with their children. The day seemed like a scene out of a movie, but without the romantic background music. We stopped frequently to hug and kiss. As usual, she didn't bother putting on any underwear. I kept looking for someplace where we could knock off a quickie, but there were too many kids running around. Because of her short skirt, I expected a child to go running and yelling, "Mommy, mommy, that lady isn't wearing panties," but it didn't happen.
In the evening, I fixed dinner using the extra food I had bought the day before. I managed to find a couple candles for the table. She pronounced me an excellent chef, even though the meal consisted of pork chops and instant mashed potatoes with a can of corn thrown in for good measure.
That night we made love for two hours. Everything we did was in slow motion. I felt like I was handling a delicate piece of fine china. Her skin was so soft, so smooth, so utterly flawless. When I did enter her, we felt completely united, not just joined at the genitals. After I had climaxed I surprised both of us by remaining rock hard inside her. A couple minutes later I began thrusting again and shot a second load into her womb.
The following week was delightful. We rode to and from work together; we ate lunch together; took coffee breaks together. Everyone in the office was convinced we would be married within a month. That was a notion I became more and more enamored with daily. As she promised, on Tuesday Tammy told me she would spend the weekend with me. I immediately reserved a hotel room in Atlantic City.
We packed our suitcases Thursday night and put them in my car Friday morning when we went to work. I reminded her there weren't any nude beaches where we were going, and that she would have to have at least a bikini. At quitting time we raced to the car. I paused long enough to remove my suit coat and tie and unbutton my collar. I had planned ahead and had worn a short-sleeved shirt. She tossed her jacket into the back seat and opened the top buttons of her blouse. We hopped into the car and hit the road.
We stopped for dinner after an hour. At her insistence, I passed up a couple fancy steak houses in favor of a family-oriented restaurant. We sat side by side in the booth instead of opposite each other like the other couples. After we placed our order, she snuggled up against me, and I put my left arm around her shoulders. Our eyes met, then closed as our lips brushed together. My right hand slowly traced a line up her thigh under her skirt until it encountered her hairless pussy. Her legs parted enough for me to trace her slit with my fingertips. "Keep in mind that we have an audience," she whispered.
"I didn't think that would bother you," I said.
"That depends on whether there are kids around," she said softly. A three-year-old boy was leaning across the seat from the booth in front of us and scowling very disapprovingly. I quickly brought my right hand above the table.
When we got back on the road, Tammy's legs were apart, and my fingers were busy teasing her slit and her clit. She responded by opening my fly and extracting my stick shift. Her tender touch kept me rigid for an hour while I kept her on the edge of an orgasm. Finally she announced she couldn't stand any more teasing and insisted I pull off the road. I found a side road, turned off the highway, and parked on the shoulder of the road. While she pushed her seat back, I turned off the engine and doused the lights. In the dim twilight, the car looked vacant. I climbed over the center console and knelt between her inviting thighs. Her hand led my desperate cock to her dripping pussy. After shifting position a couple times, we got our hips together. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I commenced fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. Within minutes we both felt our loins tighten. My first load of seed sent her over the edge. She shrieked with delight as her own finale shook her to the core.
An hour later we entered Atlantic City. The gaudy lights of the casinos reminded me of a scaled down version of Las Vegas. The biggest difference was the boardwalk.
After checking into our hotel, we went for a walk. The full moon had risen over the ocean. A gentle breeze played with the hem of her skirt trying to, but not quite succeeding in, lifting it enough to put her charms on display. Joggers of both sexes passed us in both directions, the men generally wearing only shorts and running shoes, the women adding only a sports bra. Tammy was openly checking each guy's buns or his equipment as he trotted by us. At one point I asked her if she wanted to bring one of them back to our room to play with. "Maybe next time," she replied. "This weekend I'm all yours. Jeff, everything is happening so fast. Last weekend you were just another man to conquer. Now I'm madly in love with you. I love being a slut, but I'm ready to change my life completely if you just say the word. For the first time in my life, I want to be faithful."
"Do you really think you can become another person at the snap of my fingers?" I asked.
"I'm willing to try.
"I've certainly enjoyed watching you and your studs from across the street for the past couple years. I'm not sure I want to deprive myself of that pleasure."
"Maybe we shouldn't live together. I still have my place until the end of the month. I could renew my lease for another year and buy you a telescope so you'd have a better view."
"Or we could hide a digital video recorder in the bedroom so you could make some home movies. We could watch them together later."
"What would you be doing while I was getting laid?"
"Do you believe I can't seduce anyone but you? I haven't exactly been celibate either."
"I suppose we could take turns going out alone. I don't want to spend the night at some guy's place that I know very well. I feel safer on my own turf. Right now that's irrelevant. You are the only man I want in my bed."
"Don't tell me you aren't tempted by all these studs running around here."
"Okay, I won't tell you." She laughed at her own joke and kissed me on the cheek. "Come on. I want to play the slots, then we'll go back to our room, and you can play with my slot."
We spent most of Saturday on the beach alternating between swimming in the ocean and soaking up the sun.
