I turned the steaks over and figured they had about five minutes to go until they were done.
Shannen came back out and looped her arm through mine as I tended the steaks. “Everything is ready inside,” she said as she laid her head on my shoulder. “I wish you didn’t have to return to New York tomorrow. It seems as if we’re just getting to know each other. I talked to Charlie, and he definitely does not want you to go.”
I grinned as I flipped the steaks checking for doneness. “You don’t know how much I want to stay. You’re sure it’s okay if I come back to visit?”
“You have to ask?” she questioned as she gently bit my shoulder. “When do you think you will be able to return?”
I sighed. “Very soon, I promise.” I moved the steaks off the fire, turned to her, and kissed her passionately. “God, Shannen, we’ve only known each other for five days, and I feel as though my life has been turned upside down. I really do not want to go back, but I have to.”
Nothing was said for a moment. “I don’t know if I have a right to ask you this, but if I don’t, I will hate myself tomorrow night when I am lying in bed alone.”
“What is it?”
She hesitated for a moment. “Is there going to be someone waiting for you when you return home?”
I could sense the tension in her voice. I shook my head. “No, baby, there will not be anyone waiting for me when I get back.”
She took a deep breath and smiled up at me. “I feel like a silly, little schoolgirl. I know this is crazy because you will be three thousand miles away from me, and yet, I don’t want to share you. I know I don’t have a right to ask, but the thought of you making love to someone else is not a pleasant one. It’s torture.”
“How about if I were to promise you that I will not sleep with anyone else? At least not until we get this sorted out, and we know what is going to happen.”
“That’s not very comforting,” she pouted, sticking out her lower lip.
“What do you mean, honey?” I asked with deep concern. I was somewhat confused because I thought I had just told her what to know. I was not trying to placate her by saying what she wanted to hear, but I really didn’t want to go out with anyone else.
She smiled with a slight chuckle. “I’m teasing you. It’s the way you said it. It sounded like you wouldn’t sleep with anyone else until we get our situation sorted out.”
I grinned down at her. “I see. Well, how about if I told you that there is no one else in my life that I want to see badly enough to risk hurting you?”
She smirked. “That’s closer. How about if you just tell me that you won’t fuck anyone until you get back here and fuck me?”
I laughed. “Okay, I promise that I won’t fuck anyone until I get back here and fuck you.” I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her passionately. I was getting hard again just knowing that she couldn’t wait for me to return and fuck her. “God, do you ever bring out the animal in me. I can’t wait to get back here and fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you.”
She grinned with a deep sigh.
“Was that better?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, much better. I can’t help it; it’s the attorney in me. You know, no loose ends,” she teased.
I placed the steaks on the clean platter she had brought with her, and we headed in the house to eat.
******
We enjoyed a quiet evening. After dinner, we sat by the fire in the family room for a half hour or so then went to bed early. She was already in bed by the time I had finished taking a quick shower and brushed my teeth. She had the bedding tucked snugly up under her chin, but I knew she was naked. I already had a hard-on just thinking about getting in bed with her and the pleasures I would find in her exquisite body.
The moment I climbed in bed, she crawled on top of me, and spread her legs, placing her mound directly against my erection. “You’re getting very predictable, Mr. Thompson. It seems that every time you get into bed with me, you have an erection.”
“I can’t help myself.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little presumptuous?”
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders as she began rubbing herself slowly up and down my shaft. “Like I said, I can’t help myself.”
“Do you think that you’ll have a hard-on the next time you crawl in bed with me?”
I grinned at her question while she continued to rub her sex against my phallus. She was working her lips down the sides of my cock and spreading her sticky arousal all over it.
“There’s no doubt about it. I know that I’ll have a hard-on the next time I climb in bed with you. Hell, I’ll probably have a hard-on while I’m driving to the airport.”
She smiled and leaned down against my chest slowly flattening her titties against it as she placed her lips to mine. “In that case, I want you to roll me over, get on top, and fuck me.”
I groaned as I rolled her over and slid my cock deep into her flesh.
“I love your dick in me,” she gasped and wrapped her legs around mine.
It was only moments until we hit our perfect rhythm of sliding in and out of each other. I could already feel her little quivers as my cock rubbed over her G-spot.
“I don’t want you to leave. It’s been a year and a half since I’ve been fucked, and now that I have found the perfect cock, it’s leaving me.”
I stopped for a moment then pushed as deeply into her as I could, forcing our pubic bones together. “It will be back soon, very soon.”
She squeezed me tightly and ground her sex into mine. “When?” she pleaded. “When do you think you might return?”
I kissed her softly and continued to slide slowly in and out of her beautiful wet pussy. “Sooner than you think, sweetheart.” How about if I come back next Friday?”
She shook her head. “Uh-uh, that’s too long. You’ve ruined my pussy, and she can’t go that long without having your dick in her.”
I grinned and continued my slow assault on her feminine flesh. “Don’t you have a vibrator?” I asked, somewhat sheepishly.
“Of course, how else could I go over a year without sex, but somehow, a hard piece of plastic shoved up my pussy just doesn’t seem the same any longer. Like I said, your dick has ruined me,” she said, spreading her thighs a little wider.
I laughed. “Okay, if I leave tomorrow, that will give me Tuesday, Wednesday, and half of Thursday in the office. If I leave Albany around noon, it will put me here in Seattle around four o’clock. Check with your pussy and see if that’s acceptable.”
She grinned. “She said that if that was the best you could do, then it was okay. But she wants you to know — that’s three whole nights without any sex, and she’s not happy about it.”
I chuckled. “You need to tell her that she is getting a little spoiled.”
She pushed her sex snugly against mine with a quiver. “I know she’s spoiled, and I want to keep her that way now.”
With that, she was quiet and, apparently, satisfied, and I was already looking forward to returning to her. In fact, I couldn’t wait. We resumed our slow, wonderful rhythm into oblivion. She began to pant and moan with increasing intensity, and I was feeling the first little pieces of my orgasm cluster together deep within my groin.
“Baby, could I ask you one more question?”
I groaned. “Now?” I asked, wondering what could possibly be as important as what we were doing right then.
“Yes, it’s just a little one.”
I stopped sliding inside of her sweet, wet sheath for a moment and looked into her beautiful, emerald-green eyes. “Okay, it must be pretty important to you, if you need to ask me now,” I chuckled.
Even though I had stopped moving, she hadn’t. She continued to push lovingly up against my sex with the same gentle rhythm we had been using. “Well, you know it’s been a while since I had sex. I was just wondering how long it had been for you?” she asked as she continued her gentle rubbing.
I grinned and fixed my eyes on hers.
“I thought this was supposed to be just a little question? That’s more like a major surgical extraction,” I answered, attempting a little humor.
She shrugged and smirked at me slyly. “It is a simple question. Surely, you can remember the last time you made love.”
I grinned. “I don’t think that I have ever made love to anyone before Friday night.”
She smiled and kissed me as she nudged her sweet sex up and down the length of my shaft a couple times. Now mind you, she had continued to rub her pussy, slowly and lovingly, against the base of my cock during the entire time we had been talking.
“That’s probably the best answer anyone could possibly give under the circumstances, and I love it, but it doesn’t get you off the witness stand.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to buy myself a little time. Geez, no wonder she was the top attorney in her firm; she was tenacious.
“It means, honey, that you didn’t answer my question.”
“Well, with you moving your pussy and clenching down on my cock like you’ve been doing, it makes it a little difficult to concentrate. Do you torture all of your witnesses like this?”
She giggled slightly. “Hm, that sounds like it might be fun. I’ll try to rephrase the question in an attempt to eliminate any possible ambiguity.”
I grinned. “Good, I’m old, and I don’t think as quickly as I used to.”
She frowned at me. “Oh, stop it with the ‘old’ thing. Now, how long had it been since you had sex with someone before you got on the airplane to come to Seattle last week?” she asked, not missing a single nudge of her sex into mine.
I groaned. “God, does that ever feel good.”
“I promise it will feel a lot better once you’ve answered my question,” she teased.
I didn’t want to tell her the truth, but because of the way I felt about her, I didn’t want to lie to her either. “Okay, I think that it’s coming back to me now; I think.”
She laughed. “I was quite sure that you would be able to recall,” she said as she kept gently rocking her pelvis up against mine, squishing and mashing our sex together.
“Honey, is this really important? It really doesn’t matter any longer because whatever happened, happened before we met. It no longer has any significance.”
She sighed. “I know it doesn’t matter now. I … well, I’m just curious. That’s all. I know me, and I’ll wonder. I’ll wonder especially after what happened to me last time. God knows, I don’t have any hold on you. We’ve only been intimate for three days, but geez, what an incredible three days. I’m supposed to be a strong, tough-as-nails attorney who doesn’t take any prisoners, but my heart isn’t that strong, not when it comes to … to caring for someone.” She stopped the gentle nudging.
I could see the stress in her eyes and hear the uncertainty in her voice, which was all the more reason I shouldn’t tell her the truth. However, if I’ve learned one thing in all these years, it’s that lies usually catch up to you. If this relationship were meant to develop into something, I didn’t want to take a chance on breaking her heart later. “Okay, honey, I’ll tell you, but remember that whatever I tell you means nothing any longer, okay?”
She nodded. “I know it doesn’t; believe me. I probably shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.”
“It doesn’t matter because it is history now, but after what you just told me, you will always wonder. I don’t know how someone as beautiful, and as talented as you are, could be the least bit vulnerable.”
She cleared her throat and coughed. It was a small, coquettish cough, almost a choke. “I’m really not a weak person, but I … I really like you, and …”
I stopped her. “And I promise not to be with anyone else while I’m gone. Hell,” I chuckled. “I’m only going to be gone for three nights. If I can’t be trusted for three nights, I’m not worth having.”
She nudged her pussy into me and sighed. “Okay, I really don’t need to know. You’re right; it really doesn’t matter. But I know that it wasn’t a year and a half, or you would tell me right away,” she laughed nervously.
I shook my head. “Okay, it was two nights before I left New York to come to Seattle. Now, you don’t have to wonder any longer.”
She stopped nudging her sex into me again and took a deep breath. She let it out slowly with a slight sigh. “I’m glad you told me. I feel better now, I think,” she giggled. “At least, you didn’t wear it out before you met me.”
I looked down at her wrinkled brow and kissed her. “Are you alright?”
She kissed me back and began nudging her sex up against mine again. “Sure, why shouldn’t I be? Like you said, it was before me, and it doesn’t have anything to do with us.”
She kissed me passionately, and we began making love again as if the subject had never been brought up.
Chapter Six
Shannen took off work the following morning, so she could take me to the airport. I was wrong if I thought that her curiosity was satisfied about the person I had sex with two nights before I left for Seattle. She didn’t want to know all of the little details, thank God, but she did want to know if she worked with me, how long we had been together, and how serious it had been. Oh, yes, she also wanted to know how old she was. Curiously enough, however, she didn’t want to know her name.
My flight was scheduled for an early departure, so we just had some coffee and a piece of toast for breakfast. She was a little emotional about me leaving, so we agreed to Skype each other every evening between nine and nine-thirty, Albany time, and it would be six to six-thirty in Seattle. This time schedule would give her time to let Charlie out for his evening spin before our call.
We could only kiss briefly at the airport because some rude bastard behind us honked their horn impatiently. She got back in the car, and I watched as she drove off. Having to say goodbye at the airport is always a disappointment because, by necessity, they always have to be so rushed.
Albany is a fair-sized town about one hundred thirty-five miles north of New York City. It’s not a bad drive, but it takes about two and a half hours each way. With the population just over one hundred thousand people, it’s not a small town, yet it’s not too large either. It sits on the west bank of the Hudson River which, when it was settled, forced its expansion to the west.
I had started my doggie treat company in a rented house on the west side of town not quite twenty-five years ago. I had dropped out of college and joined the Navy in which I was conscripted into food services because I had worked at a little, greasy-spoon restaurant during my high school years. Except for my four years of service in the Navy, I have lived in and around Albany all my life.
I was stationed in the Philippines when I met my wife, Malaya. She was a tiny thing, barely five feet, three inches tall and weighing only one hundred three pounds. She was from a small village located twenty miles south of Manila. As head chef for the officers’ mess, I was afforded certain liberties. One of which was the freedom to go out and source local produce, meats, and fish.
When I first saw her, Malaya was working with her parents at their fresh produce stand. I thought that she was just about the cutest little thing that I had ever seen. She was only sixteen at the time, and she was painfully shy. I made a point of going back every chance I got, and over a period of several months, both she and her parents warmed up to me. To make a long story short, we were married, and a few months later, Michael was born on the United States Navy Base there in Manila.
Malaya’s and Michael’s paperwork took about a year to be processed. With the help of the commanding officer, it was eventually pushed through, and once my enlistment was up, we moved to Albany. The first two years were difficult for Malaya mostly because she missed her family that she had to leave in the Philippines. Since the most important things in her life were Michael and me, she spent those first few years doting over him and taking care of her new family.
Michael was an only child, and he was twenty-fou
r when Malaya past away. He was in his last year at Princeton, and he took her death very hard. It was all I could do to keep him in school, so he could finish his senior year and graduate with his class. He had planned on going to law school after he graduated, but after her death, he didn’t want to have anything to do with more schooling. He simply wanted to return home, so he could be closer to me.
He took after his mother more than me. Because of his personality and good looks he was a beautiful blend of his mother and me. I am six foot, two inches tall and husky, whereas he is just under six feet tall and thin. Where he has it all over me is in his looks, his personality, and his intelligence. He is incredibly handsome, so handsome that he was constantly bombarded by girls vying for his attention. They simply wouldn’t leave him alone, and I certainly never had that problem. He is like his mother, loving and tenderhearted.
I, on the other hand, wasn’t handsome, not at all. I was more rugged looking with a prominent brow, gray hair, a square jaw, and light-blue eyes. My skin was dark and a little leathery, I thought, from too many hours on the golf course the last few years.
When he came home from school, I asked him what he was going to do. He told me that he wanted to stay home and learn how to make the best dog food in the world. To this day, I can remember getting tears in my eyes and giving him one of the biggest hugs I had ever given him. Well, I had started him in the maintenance department, so he would learn every machine, tool, and conveyor that was in the plant. I kept him there for almost a year, which was the longest that he was in any single department. By the time he was ready to move on, he thoroughly knew the workings of every machine in our plant.
Over the course of the next two years, he had worked at every machine, blender, cutter, and canning device that we had. During the last two years, he has worked in customer service, distribution, human resources, and finally, sales.
As far as I was concerned, there wasn’t a man in the plant that knew more about our business than he did. He actually knew some of it better than I did. And that’s why he was made Executive Vice President just six months ago. I couldn’t have been more proud.
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