Connie's and my affair seemed to have been confirmed by last night's late tryst. We had tried to stay apart and let the flame die, but the flame wouldn't go out. When I came to her in the wee hours our passion exploded in a lust-filled hour of love making and affection. We became exhausted and fell asleep without thinking about how our relationship was to continue. We didn't even know how we would arrange to be togther the next day. Connie had to work and I needed to be home in late afternoon or early evening to be available for the daily conversation with my wife, Debra, up north helping her mother with a medical problem.
Connie had slept in her bed and, to be sure she got the best possible sleep out of the few hours left after our love making, I had slept on the couch. I awoke to soft lips kissing my cheek.
"Hi, Lovely Creature."
"Good morning, Handsome Hunk."
"I'll bet you're still tired."
"Mmmm mmmm, I was just a little slow waking up, but I feel terrific. The injections you gave me last night must have been full of vitamins." She kissed my cheek again. I wouldn't let her kiss my mouth until I had brushed my teeth. "I'm making some tea. Want some?"
"Sure." My sleepy eyes began to focus. I could see that Connie already had showered, done her hair and makeup, and partly dressed. She was wearing her sexy little silk dressing gown. "What a great way to wake up ... being kissed by a lovely vision." I sat up and kept the sheet covering my lap to retain a little modesty in a relatively non-romantic situation.
"Mmmm, flattery will get you everywhere." She brought our tea to the coffee table, poured, and sat in the chair opposite. "I'm keeping my robe closed so that I don't start enjoying your lusting stares again ... and so you can keep a certain something reasonably under control. I should leave for work in a little while." She sent me a string of tiny air kisses. "Are you going to go home this morning?" Sipping her tea.
"I don't know ... I don't need to, but I'll definitely have to go back later on."
"I know ... " She looked hesitant ... as though unsure of the strength of my feelings for her and what my thoughts about when our next time together might be.
To reassure her I went on, "Lover, ... last night was wonderful and no matter how covered up you are right now, my hunger for you doesn't go away." I sent her a kiss. "Tomorrow is Saturday ... I was kind of hoping you'd want to spend some of the weekend together ... unless you're busy ... or think we should try to stay apart again?" I thought I'd better give her some space.
"Marrrkk - nnooo - I want to be with you!" She looked brighter and relieved.
"Staying apart was very hard for me ... and it didn't change my feelings."
"I know. Me either." She sent me a bunch of happy, little air kisses. Cute.
I sent her one back. "What would you think about coming to my place after work today and staying the weekend?"
"I'd love it!" Her face lit up in an affectionate smile. "I'll come home for lunch and pack some things and leave for your place right from work."
"I'll stay and make lunch for you so you don't go without eating. I don't want you to lose your, er ... strength."
"Lecher!"
"Sex Goddess!"
She put her tea down, came to the couch and sat in my lap. Before I could protest my "morning mouth" her lips were on mine and our tongues were dancing. Hopefully, the tea had cleansed. Without her lips leaving mine, "There's tuna fish salad in the fridge. Make me a sandwich and some tea." More kisses, "You're a sweet Lover."
"I'm inspired." Our hugging began to evolve into caressing and our kisses were becoming softer, moister and more lustful. I began groping for the opening in her robe so I could feel her tummy, boobs and bottom. We were heating up. "If you have to leave for work soon you'd better get off my lap, because that 'certain something' is coming to life, and so is the rest of me."
She whimpered and whined into our kisses and reluctantly rose. "Ohhh, Honey ... my ... you know ... is tingling already. I hope your 'certain something' can hold that thought until I can nurture it later."
"Never fear."
"Mmmmmmmmm." She headed for her bedroom to finish dressing. After a few minutes she called out, "You could help me pack more quickly if you'd get some of my things together ahead of time?"
"Gosh, you don't want me going through your things, do you?"
She came out dressed for work. "I won't mind. After all, you've gone through everything I have on my body. I guess it won't matter if you go through the same things in my drawers."
We kissed cutely, "Makes sense to me."
"When I get home I'll just finish up and pack my secret beauty potions." She was peppering my lips and cheek with tiny kisses, "I don't think I'll need many clothes ... will I?"
I kissed her lips, "What a tease ... the bare necessity would be something to keep you covered up while you're driving over."
"Uhnn ... you're such a bad boy."
She left for work a short time later. I got my toiletries from the car and showered and shaved. After a little breakfast I started my assigned chores. Connie's drawers and closet were very neat. Actually, she wouldn't need to take very much. I found her shortest shorts and her shortest sport dress (the sun dress we pinned together). I found two pairs of panties and a bra with a bit of lace trim as well as a fairly sleek tank swim suit. Dressy sandals, sport socks and tennies finished the ensemble. I set it all out on the bed and added toothbrush, comb, brush and shower cap.
I had time to burn and decided to make her a present of some feminine undies. I'd noticed that most of her's were either cotton or very tailored. I found a Victoria's Secret in a nearby mall and selected matching bra and panties of the same sizes as those I had found in her drawers. They were briefer and lacier and silkier than her stuff, of course. I chose a creamy pale brown color which seemed to be Connie's favorite. I avoided the raciest, sexiest styles because I didn't want to make Connie embarrassed or uncomfortable. I resisted other temptations, like garter belt and stockings - or a teddy - or crotchless panties. Those things were attractive to me, but they seemed out of character for Connie and might be off-putting this early in our relationship and at our ages.
I got back in plenty of time to make her sandwich and tea. I put the new undies with the others on the bed.
I heard Connie drive up. I met her at the door and when she was inside I welcomed her with a warm hug. Our 'Hello kiss' began with closed mouths but lasted longer and longer with mouths opening and tongues playing lush games. Finally she murmured on my lips, "I could get used to this kind of homecoming."
