Author's Note β Thanks to all that commented and to those that recognized the reference to one of my favorite 70's songs. There may be a few more references in this part. The story resumes where Part 1 left off; Sylvia's mother in bed with George, her daughter Sylvia's former boyfriend. The phone rings and it is Sylvia, flying to Galveston to see her mother after a breakup with her husband. Part 2 starts now.
I stayed with Jackie Avery that night. Her concern over her daughter did not keep her from giving me what had to have been the best sex ever experienced, at least to that point in my life. But morning came (and I did also, once more) and after breakfast with Sylvia's mother I headed back to the hotel and some boring bankruptcy work.
On my way to the hotel the message indicator on my phone lit up and I read it while driving. It said simply, "Sylvia's plane doesn't get in until 9 P.M. tonight, come see me for dinner......Jackie." Of course I would.
The day went by in a blur, largely due to thoughts of last night's constant lovemaking. I tried to count the number of times I had my cock in Jackie but lost count at five. My work ethic was seriously eroded as I watched the clock make its inexorable (or so it seemed) path toward five P.M.
About four that afternoon a heavy thunderstorm started. My phone rang. Seeing in the display that it was Jackie I answered it quickly.
"Hello, Mrs. Jackie Avery," I said, trying to sound like I was not excited. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"
"Well," she literally purred, "I've been shopping today and I have a few new things to show you. Don't be late. And bring your umbrella, it's starting to rain." And she hung up, leaving the question of what those new things were unasked and unanswered.
When I got to Jackie's house there was a note on the door for me telling she was in the shower, to let myself in, fix myself something to drink and that we had at least three hours until she needed to leave for the airport to pick Sylvia up. I did as instructed and relaxed on the sofa, waiting. A few minutes later Jackie's voice called from the bedroom, "Come in here, George, I have something for you," she said.