That weekend we spent together might have been overkill. It was now summer and we had not had a chance to relive that weekend. We did manage the occasional liaison. Sometimes over lunch, we would head back to her place for a quickie. We even managed a few non-sexual dates. There had been a number of times that she would have someone watch her son, and we would go have dinner and/or see a movie. We were both not exclusive to this relationship, but neither of us had time for others. We realized that the option was there.
It seemed that when we did have sex, it was more as a release valve for work than anything else. When one or the other was having a rough time with work, we would hook up for some relief. One time that stuck in my mind, she was getting hammered with work. I could tell, and offered the usual remedy, but she declined. After a couple more days, she was walking a little funny. I caught up to her, and asked her what was wrong. She said that her neck was a little stiff. I told her that we were going to her place at lunch, and I was going to give her a massage. She looked at me with a wary eye, but I convinced her that my intentions were honorable.
When we got to her place at lunch, I told her to sit in the easy chair, and lean back. Once she was settled, I started rubbing her neck and shoulders. She instantly began to melt. I told her to open her shirt a couple of buttons so I could touch her bare shoulders. She complied, and seemed to relish the warmth of my hands on her. She seemed to sink farther into the cushions of the chair. After about twenty minutes, I thought she was asleep. I started to pull my hands away, but she stopped me by grabbing them. She pulled them back down, then to her breasts. As she slipped my hands down, I worked them under her bra cups. I applied gentle pressure to her breasts, lifting them slightly. She sighed as this, and I could feel her nipples harden. As I continued to caress her breasts, she slid a hand inside of her pants, and began rubbing herself slowly.
Long gasps and cooing noises began to escape her lips. I kept massaging her breasts at a slow pace, and leaned down to kiss her neck. We made no hurried movements. Soon, she was panting, and her eyes were tightly shut, and her mouth was open in a breathless moan. Her hands stopped moving, and I stilled mine as well. I moved them back to her shoulders, and began rubbing them again. I could see a content smile on her face.
I looked to the clock, and saw that we needed to get back. I moved to the side of the chair, took her hand, and helped her to her feet. Before she put her clothes back in order, she pulled me to her, and gave me a very long and deep kiss. Once we broke it, I watch as she put herself back in order. The rest of the day at work, I could tell she was much more at ease.
So, as I said, it was now summer. I had been getting my ass kicked at work for over a month. I was never getting a chance to leave for lunch, and working long hours, even having to work weekends. We had not gotten together for almost six weeks. At least she seemed to be having an easy time at work lately. My job was getting the best of me, having three bosses telling me what to do. Getting yelled at for not doing what one wanted, and when I did change focus, getting yelled at by another for stopping what I was doing. My attempts to get them to work to coordinate my time were fruitless, and things continued on. My professional life sucked at the moment.
One Thursday night, I stumbled home around 9PM. I did not notice that the door was unlocked, lights were on, and Diane's car was outside. She was sitting on my couch watching TV, and I kissed her on the cheek, and sat down. I then realized that something was amiss. Normally, my place is empty when I arrive. I grinned, and looked at her. I said "how was your day, honey?" She walked to me, took my hand, and led me to the kitchen. She said that I had not been eating, and she decided to come over and make me some dinner. It was a simple dinner, spaghetti and garlic bread, but it was just what I needed. I felt better having eaten it, and she told me to head to bed while she cleaned up.
I did not last long, once I was in bed, I was sleeping. When I woke up, I felt really bad for crashing on Diane after she made me dinner. There was a note on my alarm clock wishing me a good night, and that she knew that the dinner she made would put me to sleep. When I got to work, I sent her an email apologizing for not staying awake. She replied that she made it a point to make sure I ate something, and got a good night's sleep, and she was glad that it had worked.
We chatted for a few minutes about it, and I admitted that her plan worked great. I did feel much better than I had, even with the ongoing strife of work. Seeing that no one was around, I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Maybe we were delusional, but we believed that no one in the office was onto our relationship.
By Tuesday of the next week I was right back where I had been. Diane called me at home that night, and asked if I wanted to take a vacation together. I was tired, and this question puzzled me. I asked her what she meant. She said that she had told her parents about us, and that she wanted me to go with them for vacation. They were planning on going to an amusement park, and she said that if I wanted to go, her parents would be willing to care for her son from time to time. I told her that I was not sure, and maybe we could sit down tomorrow to discuss it. She sounded a little upset, but said ok. I told her that it was not about going with her, but about getting time from work, and that I was too tired to think straight.
The next night, we had dinner at her place. It was the first time that her son was there when I came over. After we ate, he was playing in his room, and Diane and I talked about her vacation idea. I asked what she told her parents. She said that she told them exactly what we were, lovers. She saw the look on my face, and told me not to worry. Her parents know she is an adult, and made no judgments about the news. She mentioned to them that I had been having a rough couple of months at work, and that she thought I could use the break. I admitted that the idea sounded like a lot of fun, but was a little uneasy about the parents being around. Diane and I would have a room for ourselves, and her parents would keep her son. The day would be mostly together, and I would have to talk to her father, while he knew what I was doing with his daughter. She laughed at my predicament, but said he is not at all uptight. I agreed to go, if I could get the time, but was still nervous about the arrangement.
