I awoke Sunday afternoon with my conscience racked with guilt. The house was quiet and I threw on some shorts and went down to the kitchen to make some coffee. On the kitchen table was a note from Jim informing me that he had taken Rebecca, the nanny, and the kids to the club so they could play with friends at the pool while he played golf. At least that would give me a few hours of solitude to get my feelings straight and calm my upset stomach. The nausea I felt was probably caused by a combination of too much wine, a restless night of sleep and the guilt I felt for my actions the night before.
As the caffeine began to hit my blood stream I began to think more clearly and I knew what I had to do. I had to put last night behind me and move forward. I would avoid Debbie and try and forget that the night before had ever happened.
I was feeling much better after eating breakfast and I had just stepped out of the shower when the phone rang. When I picked it up I knew that forgetting that the night before had ever happened was not going to be as easy as I had hoped.
"You left your bathing suit over hear last night, come over and pick it up," she said matter-of-factly as though last night had just been a normal evening. Her calm easy manner made me feel comfortable and I told her I would be over in a few minutes.
Debbie met me at the door wearing a pair of white shorts and a bikini bathing suit top and as usual she looked amazing. She stepped aside and invited me in and walked into the living room ahead of me. My pulse quickened as we entered the room, but I relaxed as I saw my suit on the table in front of her.
"How are you feeling," Debbie asked with a seemingly genuine sense of concern.
"I'm alright now. My head was killing me when I woke up, but once I got a little food in my stomach and a few cups of coffee I felt much better."
"That's good, you had a few too many glasses of wine last night and we were afraid would wouldn't see you for weeks. Here's your suit." She handed me the damp bathing suit. "Sit down, I'll get us a few glasses of Iced Tea," she said as she motioned to he couch.
I sat down and watched as she walked off toward the kitchen I watched her ass gently sway from side to side. Stop that, I thought as dirty images of the previous night danced through my mind.
Debbie walked into the room with two glasses of Iced Tea. She handed me one and sat down in the chair across from me.
"This is really good," I said sipping the cool liquid. "I really should be going. I have a ton of work to do today." I placed my glass on a coaster, stood and started walking toward the door.
Debbie looked at me with those blue green eyes and my resolve to leave melted. "Please," she motioned back to the couch. "Stay for a while."