Passion in James County XIII: Nancy's Quest
Chapter seven
Lee McGill walked into Nancy's office just before lunchtime a few days later. "My schedule is clear this afternoon," he said. "What's your schedule look like?"
Nancy knew why Lee was ask her that question. And she knew what her response she should be. She should tell him she was busy. "I...I don't have anything scheduled, either," she replied.
"Want to meet me for lunch?" Lee asked, his eyes growing hot.
"Ah...sure," Nancy replied.
Lee suggested that they meet at the restaurant located near the same motel they'd used a few weeks earlier, the first time they'd had sex.
After Lee left her office, Nancy told her secretary she had calls to make after lunch and wouldn't be back that afternoon, then went down to the garage, got her car, and drove to the motel where she knew Lee would be waiting.
Nancy pulled into the motel parking lot, next to Lee's car. When she got out of her car, he got out of his.
He was smiling and had an excited look in his eyes. "I'm all set," he said, dangling a key from his hand so Nancy could see it. He turned and started for the steps which led to the second level of the motel.
Nancy followed her co-worker, feeling more and more ashamed the closer she got to the room. She had no idea why she was doing this. It wasn't as if she didn't have a good husband because she did. And it wasn't that her husband was lacking as a lover, either. George satisfied her very well in bed. In fact, her husband made her feel better and left her feeling more satisfied than any of the other men she'd slept with did. Why, then, couldn't she stop herself? Why, then, was she about to go into a motel room and make love with one of her co-workers. One of her married co-workers.
When they were in the room, Lee closed the door, then he turned and looked at Nancy, who stood there, continuing to experience mixed feelings of excitement and shame.
"You really look nice today, Nance," Lee commented.
"Th...thank you," Nancy replied. She had on black slacks, a white silk blouse with a wide collar, and a herringbone pattern vest. She had left the top several buttons on the blouse undone, baring a considerable expanse of her chest. She realized Lee was staring at the exposed skin.
"What's up?" he asked. "You look a little nervous."
Nancy looked into her companion's eyes and saw the fire there. "I...I don't know," she stammered. "I...I just feel kind of funny about doing this, I guess. Don't you?"
Lee shook his head. "I don't think about that much," he replied. "I prefer to think about how fantastic you look and how wonderful making love with you is."
"Oh," Nancy said. Lee was married, just like she was. Didn't it bother him to be cheating on his wife the way it bothered her to be cheating on her husband?
Lee stepped closer to her and began stroking the skin exposed by the open neck of her blouse.
Nancy shuddered. "God, I...I do like the way you touch me," she murmured.
"I like touching you," Lee murmured as his fingers continued to steal over her soft, warm flesh. "Are you still having second thoughts about what we're here for?"
Nancy looked at him, took a deep breath, then shook her head. "No..." she murmured. "Not...not any more."
Lee put his arms around her.
Nancy sighed and leaned against him. "I lied," she murmured. "I can't keep from thinking that what...what we're doing is wrong."
Lee didn't reply.
"Every time I think about what we've done, and are doing, I have horrible feelings of guilt," she whispered. "I hate myself, but..." A shudder went through her while Lee's fingers continued to stroke her gently. "I couldn't say no when you asked me today. I thought about it, I really did, but..."
Lee still said nothing. Instead, he slid his hands deeper into her blouse, onto her breasts and teased them gently through her bra.
Nancy moaned and pressed even harder against him. "You do know what makes me feel good, Lee," she whispered. "You really do."
Lee unbuttoned her blouse, then he squeezed her bra-encased breasts. Ever so softly, he traced skin not covered by her bra.
