Nearly Two

I grabbed two clean towels, wet and wrung them thoroughly, then placed them in the microwave. Ninety-nine seconds later I opened the door, checked the temperature of the towels, approved it, gave both a good flap, then folded one in half three times.

Melissa was still draped over the end of the couch, feet on the floor, ass high, head resting on a pillow, her head turned to watch me. Her eyes shifted from gazing at my face, to the offered warm towel, then at my very flaccid penis - which mere moments ago had been a hard plundering cock. Such is sex at my age.

She reached for the towel then thought better of it, instead pushing herself upright. Then she took the towel, hiked her knee up placing a foot on the couch displaying her well fucked charms to maximum affect.

"Damn Gary, I'm going to be leaking your stuff for the rest of the day." A completely correct statement given the dribbles of cum drooling down her leg. She cleaned herself methodically unfolding and refolding the damp towel as required.

I grabbed the second towel and quickly wiped my face, neck, and upper chest. Then I cleaned my crotch as thoroughly as I could, short of taking a shower.

"Where are my panties Gary?" Melissa was beginning to dress, she already had her bra fastened and was shifting her boobs around for maximum comfort. "I thought I saw you put them on the chair...don't worry, I found them."

She pulled them into place, stepped into her skirt, buttoned her blouse and straightened out her appearance. She retreated into the en suite, brushing her hair, and making quick repair to her make up. Using the available mirrors she gave herself the multi-view evaluation only another woman can appreciate and understand. Satisfied she returned to the room and presented herself for review with a slow clockwise turn.

In the past I've commented too quickly, which usually resulted in a quick return to the mirrors. And woo unto me if she discovered some undealt with evidence of our afternoon tryst. So I waited as if evaluating her efforts until she finally asked, "Well?"

I nodded, "The very image of a professional woman returning to her office after a long business lunch."

That earned me a smile.

I pulled out my iPhone and opened the calendar. "I'm out of town next Wednesday, back on track the following." I didn't bother suggesting a day as hers was the more restricted schedule, for me, if I was in town I was available.

Melissa flipped back and forth in her calendar. Yes, she still carried a daily, weekly, monthly paper calendar, not to mention a thick sheath of contact information , all stuffed into a bulging leather Filofax. "Thursday work for you? Noon...no three is better for me."

I opened today's event, hit EDIT, moved the start time to next Thursday. "So Thursday, February 27, 3 pm, 2 hours."

She acknowledged and entered it, I pressed DONE. My phone was secure in my coat pocket before she uncapped her pen.

Waiting is something I do very well, so the pause that morphed into a growing silence caused me not the slightest discomfort. I knew what was coming. It happened every time she had to delve into her Filofax.

So I watched her close it and run her fingers along the well-worn binding. I'd given her that notebook when she'd left teaching to start her own business. The silence lengthen and I simply waited.

"Gary, what are we doing here?" She waived an arm in a desultory manner. "All this fucking."

Yes, all of this fucking; weekly fucking, Wednesday's preferred, ideally noon to two. It was my responsibility to get a room near her work (there are a score of suitable hotels to choose from, so I try to mix it up.) I'm waiting when she arrives, and more often than not we get right to it. Clothes come off (early on I was nude beneath the sheets, she took one look, turned and left - lesson learned) and we get right to it. Oral then fucking, sometimes fucking first, occasionally just fucking which usually means hard fucking, really hard fucking.

"It's about a connection between a man and a woman. A sexual connection, a connection that has continued through dating, marriage, our divorce and your remarriage."

She nodded, shrugged, and walked out the door.

Me, I walked back to my bachelor's apartment.