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I jumped as the beeper gave its distinctive little chirp and started its vibrating dance across the desk. "Damn," I thought to myself as I reached for it, "What now?" It had been a long, horrible day, and I was just getting ready to go home. I thought about ignoring it, but just couldn't bring myself to do it. I looked warily at the number and a slow smile spread across my face. "Well, this could be good news!" I reached for the phone and dialed the number from memory, not even glancing at the beeper. He picked up before the end of the first ring. "It's about time," he said and I could just picture the smile on his face, "Waiting a whole two minutes for you just drives me crazy." I laughed and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I promise to break the two minute barrier next time." "You better", he said, "next time I won't be so patient. I might start without you."

"So what's the plan?" I asked, holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I gathered up my things and reached for my jacket. "I thought I might serve you dinner," he replied. "What are you in the mood for?" Again that slow smile spread across my face, "Hmmm," I said, pretending to think, "I'm famished. I'll go for just about anything." He laughed, that deep sexy laugh that always drove me crazy. "Just what I wanted to hear," he said, "See you in about an hour?" I took my keys out of my purse. "I'll be there." I hung up and hurried out the door, suddenly no longer tired from my long day.

I drove home quickly, dropped my purse on the table, let the dog out, and glanced at the answering machine. It was doing its slow, lazy blink, only one message. Again, I thought about ignoring it, but pressed the button as I began to undress. His voice seemed to fill the room. "God, I miss you. I can't wait for you to get here. Hurry up." I finished undressing, took a quick shower, applied a little lipstick, and pulled my hair up, because I knew just how much he liked to let it down. I pawed through the lingerie drawer, looking for something special. Finally, my hand brushed against something cool and soft. I pulled it out and smiled. I slipped the teddy on and looked at myself in the mirror, turning slowly to check all angles. Satisfied, I walked into the closet, grabbed a dark green slip dress, and pulled it over my head. I bit my lip slightly as I debated about shoes. I selected a pair of high heeled sandals and slipped them on my bare feet. A dab of perfume at the base of my throat, a small pair of earrings, and I was finished. I let the dog in, played with him for a minute or two, and headed out the door.

Traffic was light as I headed to his house. I arrived at his door 55 minutes after we had hung up the phone. The door was unlocked, and I let myself in. I glanced in the living room. Only the small light next to the sofa was on, casting shadows everywhere. Soft music was playing on the stereo. He had selected one of my favorites and I smiled as I headed down the hall toward the kitchen. I looked in the dining room as I passed. The table was beautifully set. Candles burned brightly on either side of a stunning arrangement of spring flowers. I walked into the room, and bent to admire the flowers. I closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply, enjoying their wonderful fresh scent. I glanced up as he walked into the room, carrying a bottle of wine and two frosty cold glasses. He smiled as his eyes ran up and down me, obviously liking the green dress. "Shall we have a glass of wine first?" he asked, "Dinner will be about 30 minutes."

We headed back into the living room, and sat side by side on the sofa. He kissed me softly, tenderly, and said, "I have missed you so much this week. I hate it when work keeps us so busy." "I know," I replied sadly, "My trip to New York, meetings, appointments, we really don't get to see each other very often." We both sighed at the same time, both feeling sad at our lack of time to spend together, but also happy that we now had a whole wonderful evening ahead of us. As always happens when we do or say something at the same time, a phenomenon that happens more often than can be attributed to mere coincidence, we burst into laughter. "Stop copying me!" he said, sounding just like a whining little boy. "Did not!" I retorted back. "Did too!" ... This continued back and forth a few times until we were both giggling uncontrollably.

He reached for me and pulled me into his arms. I rested my cheek against his chest, his chin rested gently on the top of my head. His hand ran absent-mindedly up and down my arm as we just sat there for a few moments, simply enjoying being together again. He reached for my chin, and gently pulled it upwards until we were just inches apart. He looked into my eyes and said, "I can't stand it when we're apart so long. I spend way too much time thinking about you, and I find myself drifting off in meetings, important ones, that I should be devoting my full attention to. I have a surprise for you, one I hope you'll be excited about and will accept. I have to leave on Sunday for London. I'll be there for two weeks. When I made my reservations this afternoon, I bought two tickets. I want you to come with me." I was quiet for a moment, trying to picture my appointment book. While I could imagine lots of writing, I couldn't come up with a single detail. I smiled, nodded, and said "I would love to go with you. What time are we leaving?" He smiled and said "6:00 am. That leaves us only 38 hours." I reached up to loosen his tie and unbutton his collar. "Well," I said, "I can think of something to occupy at least an hour. Maybe we'll just have to repeat it 38 times." "Egads, woman!" he said in mock horror, "what do you think I am?" "Hmmm," I replied, "why don't we find out!"

I stood up, pulling him to his feet. His lips came down on mine while I worked to unbutton his shirt. I felt his fingers slide up my neck, into my hair, searching for the pins that were holding it up. I head them clink when they hit the table, and felt my hair fall against my shoulders. I kissed across his cheek, down his neck, and onto his chest as I slid off his shirt. Next, I started working on his belt. I felt his hands on my hips, gathering my dress, preparing to pull it over my head. I finished unfastening his belt and lifted my arms. The dress was over my head in a second, falling with a swish to the carpet. I heard his soft 'mmm' as he admired me standing there in my teddy and heels. I pushed his pants to his knees, uttering a soft grunt of surprise when I saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He stepped out of his pants as he gently sat me back down on the sofa, kneeling between my legs. He picked up my left leg, stroking it as he placed it on his shoulder. He did the same with the right one. His lips came down soft and moist on the side of my knee and he kissed his way up my thigh, stroking the other one with the back of his hand. I lifted slightly off the sofa, and he slid his hand underneath me, gently squeezing my ass as his lips continued their travels down my other thigh. He slowly pulled his hand from under me, searching for the snaps at the bottom of the teddy. He found them and pulled them apart, slowly folding the tail up onto my stomach, leaving me bottomless in the soft shadows.

I could see by the smile in his eyes as he looked up at me that he was enjoying torturing me in this way. I wanted, needed his touch and his kisses so badly that I groaned and moved my hips a little, hoping he would take the hint. He smiled again as he shook his head. "Please...don't make me beg. Lick me, now, please" I said softly and with a slight tremor in my voice. I relaxed as I felt him shift position, knowing he would never really make me beg, but that he did enjoy having me ask. He began softly, teasing me with just his lips, never taking his eyes from mine. As his kisses got firmer and wetter, I could feel the wetness coming from me, slowly dripping and flowing downward. His hand reached for my breast, caressing it firmly though the satin teddy. It felt so wonderful, I moaned, closed my eyes and pushed forward into his hand.

I slid sideways on the sofa, pulling him with me. His lips and tongue felt wonderful on me, but I wanted him inside me so badly. I pulled his hips toward me, opening my legs wide, draping one across the back of the sofa, placing the other against the coffee table. His lips came down on mine as he slipped inside me, making me gasp in pleasure. I tasted myself on lips, which made me moan again. His tongue danced with mine as he slowly slid in and out of me. My hands on his ass, feeling his buttocks tighten with each firm stroke, made me crazy. I felt the orgasm building, my stomach muscles tightened as I lifted my hips, allowing him in even further. I groaned loudly, burying my face in his neck as I went over the edge, calling his name, and grinding against him. I looked into his eyes as I grabbed his hips, and pulled him toward me, fucking him hard, and wildly from underneath. I heard him groan, heard his breathing change as he moved closer to his own orgasm. I slowed my rhythm, intending to take him for all he was worth, as his mouth came crashing down on mine. We stroked hard, together, two or three more times, and I felt him grow impossibly hard and tense inside me, as he too, went over the edge. I felt the quick, hard thrust as he started to come, which immediately drove me over the edge again. We came together, loudly and passionately, for what seemed like forever.

His arms weakened, and he collapsed on top of me, both our hearts racing. After a minute or two, he looked up at me and grinned. "That's one," he said, "37 more to go!" I giggled as the doorbell rang. "Well, at least they timed it right for once," he said as he headed for the door, pulling his pants back on. After a minute, he was back, holding a pizza box. "Madam, dinner is served."

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