The Sara Chronicles

She relaxed a bit, but the edge of apprehension was still in her expression. So I wanted to do everything I could to reassure her that she was a lovely sight.

I quickly tugged my tee shirt off and hovered over her. Kissing slowly along her neck from her ear to her shoulder, then to her breasts. Sucking her left nipple into my mouth, I let it rest there against my tongue for a moment before taking slow sucking motions that drew not only her nipple but additional flesh into my mouth. As I held her breast in my mouth, I let one hand slip down between her legs. Not in a forceful or aggressive way, but softly letting just the tip of my forefinger run along the length of her labia. I actually could feel my own hand trembling. She placed her hand on the back of my head and pressed my mouth more firmly on her breast.

I continued kissing down the center of her chest, coming to rest on the flat warm spot just above the hairline of her pubic area. She was trimmed, but not totally shaven. I could feel her thighs tremble slightly as she gently spread open to receive me. She threw one arm up over her face all but hiding her eyes from me. I wondered if it was from embarrassment, the apprehension of her own self image, or from pleasure. But selfishly, I didn't care at this moment.

Without asking, I used both hands to spread her legs open and reveal her most intimate self to me. Overcome with the moment, I dropped my face to her exposed labia and began to enjoy her. I discovered something about Sara very quickly that still keeps me awake at nights sometimes. Sara craved oral sex more than any woman I've ever known.

Frankly, I've always been a little unsure of myself when giving a woman oral sex. Inexperience, awkwardness, and the fact that many woman don't seem to relax and enjoy it, have caused me to back away. But in this moment, as I drew her labia into my mouth I could sense that she was melting with the sensation. I glanced up to see her eyes were still hidden by her forearm that covered them. But her mouth opened slightly and a nearly inaudible moan emerged.

For what seemed like forever she ran her fingers through my hair as my tongue pleasured her. Licking, sucking, parting her labia with my tongue and then fully penetrating her with it, every action seemed to bring her delight. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands to gently lift her hips to my face. The sensation of her hips gently rocking in my hands was intoxicating.

Then it dawned on me. I suddenly rose up and moved to sit next to her. She looked over at me, "what's wrong now? Why did you stop?"

"I can't" I replied almost solemnly.

"It's okay, I want to be with you tonight." She grinned seductively as she tried to reassure me it was all right.

"No, you don't understand. I don't have a condom." I whispered.

At that she broke out into laugher. She playfully shoved me back away from between her legs. "Let me get this straight. A guy who travels and is away from home a week at a time is telling me he hasn't got a single condom in his possession?" I sheepishly threw myself backward, covering my erection with my hands in embarrassment. With that she pulled my hands away, giggling and through her laugher said, "Guess we'll have to take care of this like it was high school."

And with that she pushed me down onto my back. She climbed over top of me, putting her pelvis over my face. She dropped down and began giving me an amazing blow job. My hands quickly found their place on her round ass. I controlled how firmly she sat on my face with my grip. She took my penis with both hands. With one she held me erect and with the other she began massaging my scrotum. As her mouth took me in for the first time, the amazing warmth made my whole body tremble.

I could feel her breasts rubbing against my stomach as she moved. Rather than take my whole cock in to the point of choking, she focused on truly pleasuring my head. In circular, bobbing motions, she took me in to her mouth. At one point she shifted her weight, and rather than being on both knees, she rose up on one side to put her weight on one foot. The angle let me breath more freely but also it stretched her lovely inner thigh wider, giving me greater access as she raised and lowered her hips in a gentle motion.

Within a few minutes, I could feel my body ready to erupt. I tried to mumble to her; to warn her that I was about to climax. But she had all but cut off my ability to speak as she kept her pelvis lowered onto my face.

I went off. I couldn't stop. My body became rigged and I rose my hips as high as I could. She froze for a moment and dropped her face completely down on to me. For the first time in this amazing blow job, she took me in all the way, as deeply as she could take. And with only a mild hesitation, she took my cum into her mouth.

As my jerking and sputtering climax ended, She rolled off me and rushed into the bathroom. I lay in the bed spent and in a daze but I could hear her spitting into the sink. Damn, she did that for me even knowing she didn't want the taste of that.

I lay there in embarrassed confusion. I could hear her fumbling though my toiletry bag. An hour ago I might have thought that to be presumptuous. But in light of the fact that she had just taken a mouthful of my cum it didn't seem worth worrying about. I could hear her brushing her teeth and I could only assume she was using my toothbrush. But as the water stopped, there was silence.

The thought that she was regretful of what had just happened came to my mind. I wondered if she would be pissed off at me or feel taken advantage of as an intern. Thoughts of Bill Clinton and Monica came to mind as I couldn't bear the thought that I might have used my position of authority to manipulate Sara into this. Would she leave tearfully, making for a difficult and awkward week on this job site?

Every thought I had resulted in the destruction of our team and working harmony. Some of those thoughts had the destruction of my marriage, my job, my positions at work. And I even began thinking about the groups that I do volunteer work with each year that might not want me around, as some kind of old pervert.

Then door opened and she re-entered the bedroom. She was wearing the pinstripe dress shirt I had discarded following my earlier shower. Digging through her pajama pants on the chair next to the bed, she found her panties and slipped them on gracefully. Rather than packing her things to leave, she slipped back into the bed. She gently moved up close to me. Her face nestled into my neck, her arm draped over my torso and her leg playfully moved between mine. I could feel the warmth of her hips against mine. In the darkness now, I felt her body finally fully relax. I kissed her forehead and gently ran my fingers through her hair a last time for this day. As the moments passed I sensed she was sleeping. Not another word was spoken until morning.

A NEW REALITY

As society changes and adapts through current events, the stretching is painful and there is often conflict. But in time the change becomes the norm. Gas prices jump thirty cents, people whine, then it drops ten cents and things calm down. Before we know it, everyone has accepted the fact that gas is now twenty cents more. It's the new reality.

In just a few short weeks, life as I knew it was completely different. I started as a typical married man with two kids, four cars and a house payment. I went to work and kept myself out of trouble. I didn't drink more than the occasional beer with pizza. I didn't curse much, more out of my upbringing in a fundamentalist home than anything else. I enjoyed movies and took pleasure in photography. I did the Saturday night dinner with the whole family thing that's been our tradition for over 20 years. Saturday mornings you'd likely find me on a golf course with friends. Our little sub-division is a neighborhood that has as many dogs, cats, and deer as it has people. Of course there had been the monthly PTA meetings during the years that our kids were in school. I lead a pretty boring and mundane life. Little did I know that my mundane life was about to be ripped into chaos.

My new reality? I was now in a relationship that seemed more like an affair than a fling. Strange as it sounds, my wife had gotten over the fact that on rare occasions... very rare occasions... there was a one night stand. The reality is that for a guy who lives on the road, something probably happened along the way. She had written it off as 'guys are perpetually horny bastards that can't keep their dicks in their pants'. My wife is a very self assured and confident, educated woman. Did I mention how much confident women turn me on?

But without actually saying it, or talking about it, she knew that I would never leave her for another woman. As long as it was just a one time, physical thing and not a relationship, it could be resolved. And yes, that had happened in the past. But that's not where I found myself this time. My new reality, at least from my perspective, was that I was having an affair.

I'm a Libra, and yes you can laugh at the fact that I even brought it up. I don't guide my life by the daily horoscope in the newspaper. But there is a tendency for personality traits associated with each sign, to be pretty close to truth. I find myself always getting into situations where I'm balancing out the needs of everyone. I'm a typical Libra who thrives on relationship and connection - both mental and physical. And my deeply engrained OCD patterns are typical of a Libra. I'm the one who checks the garage door three times each night. I spend as much time sweating over the format of a document as the content. And yes, I sometimes sweat the small stuff as I've been painfully reminded in recent days. My friends tell me that I'm so OCD that I'm "CDO", because I had to put it in alphabetical order.

As the rest of the week unfolded in Lafayette, Sara moved several of her things into my hotel room. She used her room occasionally after dinner for some private time. I discovered that she was very private about using the bathroom. I guess the thought of any "bathroom noises" penetrating beyond the walls of the bathroom was a true phobia. Guys can be a lot less subtle about such things as sounds and smells. But I did find myself using that time to relieve myself as well.

She also would go to her room and mess up things; the bed, the nightstand, the bathroom etc. She left a few things there and an empty suitcase. When I asked, she said she didn't want the maid to think she was a slut who was sleeping around. And no, I thought it better not to bring up the fact that she actually was sleeping elsewhere.

We made a definitive stop at a CVS to assure we had condoms for the rest of the week. And I'm so glad we did. We breezed through a box in three days without even blinking. But it wasn't all about "sack time". It seemed as we became more intimate sexually, it only increased our intimacy in other ways. She started finishing my sentences, something that I think she had wanted to do for weeks but didn't have the courage to do publicly. And there was a deeper playfulness to our banter. At dinner, Ed and Pete found themselves talking as Sara and I held a different conversation at the same table. It was somewhat undeniably obvious that something was going on.

Through the rest of the summer, Sara and I were together three to four days a week. No matter the make up of the team she sat next to me. Pete, Ed, Rick, Kathee, and Jason, all traveled with us in different combinations. Dan seemed to accept that Sara was asked to travel each week. And in several email messages, he started talking about the possibility of bringing Sara on full time - even before her internship was complete. So another new reality was the known deadline for Sara's departure was up in the air. I started thinking about the ramifications of this little affair becoming a longer relationship than once considered.

Then Lexington, Kentucky came. This time it was almost like we didn't need to hide things anymore. The work was getting done and Sara was continuing to amaze me not only in the bedroom but in her work as well. The more she excelled in her tasks the more I wanted her. And the more guilty I felt that my friendship had become an affair.

We pulled into the Doubletree hotel where our reservations had been confirmed, after a long day of travel and the start of a job at a fairly large nursing home. Unpacked and waiting in the lobby to go to dinner with the group, we were bantering with each other like an old married couple.

"Look, if we use my room this week, I'll be closer to the pool." Sara argued. She truly enjoyed swimming in the mornings.

"But hon, have you seen the view from my room? You can see the old downtown off to the side and have a perfect view of the river. It's on the top floor for godsakes." I returned.

Kathee approached us as we bickered, and we didn't even realize her presence. "Am I interrupting something?" she asked innocently enough. For a split second, we froze, wondering if Kathee had heard what we were talking about. But Kathee's quizzical expression as to why we had a "deer in the headlights" look, actually relieved us.

"The lovebirds are just fighting" barked Pete who was seated in the lobby just a few feet away with his back to us. The whole time we were talking, Pete was within earshot and we didn't even notice.

We'd been outed.

As Pete recognized the shock on Sara's face, he bluntly continued. "Look it's not like nobody knew." Pete grumbled a bit and got up to head for the front door, having seen Jason coming down the hallway from the elevators. Everyone was present. So we headed out the door together. Sara and I going last.

Under the drive through canopy of the hotel, Pete and Jason were deciding for us where we were going to dinner. Kathee, a woman about my age who had a better handle on the regulations for Kentucky healthcare systems, seemed lost by it all. It was clear that the thought of a guy my age having a "thing" with a woman Sara's age kind of disgusted her. So for the rest of the week we endured her pitiful looks of distain. Sara was mortified. After a few moments, she turned to me and said, "I don't think I'm all that hungry tonight." and went back into the hotel.

Pete and Jason turned around as she left. "What? She's not going?" Pete asked in his usual, boorish voice.

"No, she's not feeling well" I replied. "Maybe I should go and talk to her. Why don't you three go and enjoy yourselves." I continued. Jason had driven up from our Nashville office, to flesh out the team this week. So he offered to drive as I went back into the hotel.

Knocking on the hotel room door, I heard faint movement inside. I could almost hear, but more likely sense, that Sara was leaning against the door on the other side. While we had been somewhat flirtatious together, it never was openly known that we were sleeping together. But now the realization was that it WAS known that we were sleeping together. She and I both were embarrassed by the fact that Pete knew. Yet, I can't imagine how much more damaging it was for her than me. "Hey, talk to me" I pleaded as I knocked again.

About that time, the door to the room across the hall opened behind me. I stood keeping my eye on Sara's door when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "You have the wrong room, idiot. God, are you so old that you can't remember my room number." I turned around to see her there in her doorway. She smiled wryly and took my hand to lead me into the room. So another new reality to deal with - Others knew. And we weren't nearly as good at keeping a secret as we thought we were.

The next morning over breakfast, Pete was seated already as I got my coffee. I sat down and we talked. Apparently he had seen me get on an elevator early one morning. "Why else would a guy be still wearing the same clothes at 6 am, if he wasn't visiting someone else's room?" Pete gruffly stated. After a little man to man conversation he agreed to not bring it up for Sara's sake. While he could be a real hard ass about some things, he was a man of his word.

Our "which room to use" issue was resolved by using one for two days and the other for the next two days. Okay, the Libra finds a balance. As Lexington came near to a close, we had enjoyed nearly two solid weeks as something more than just friends. Even longer if you include the kiss, the massage, and the night watching movies. And, at least for me, the pleasure of being with Sara was still as deep as the night I awoke to feel her sleeping next to me.

On the last night in Kentucky, I woke up in the middle of the night only to lay awake and watch her sleep by my side. With the rise and fall of each breath she too, my perfectly ordered, OCD, balanced life became more unstable. I had completely and utterly fallen in love with this girl. And there in the darkness as she slept, the melodic rhythm of her breathing captivating me as I realized it was love. It was an affair and I was all in. And I was an emotional wreck because of it

WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?

As August rolled in, we found ourselves slated for Dayton Ohio; just a quick, two day assignment. Sara and I were alone for the first time on a trip. Pete had planned to come but the family emergency issues a few weeks earlier turned out to be more serious than he first let on. His wife was now dealing with cancer and treatment plans had changed. For some unknown reason I was a little upset by the news of her sickness. Pete certainly can be a real ass at times, but in many ways he grows on you. Maybe it was because I lost my father to cancer just a few years earlier. Maybe it was 50 coming at me like a freight train. Maybe I had begun to realize the frailty of life.

Sara and I were at the Canonsburg office alone. I could hear her in the next room talking on the phone. I vaguely could make out the rhythmic pattern of her voice slowly giving a credit card number. As often as I reserve hotels for our group, it's a normal part of our office flow. But as I entered the room I heard "yeah,... you can put 'From Jim and Sara'. Okay? Sure, Tuesday is fine. Thanks!" Sara hung up the phone.

"What was all that about?" I inquired.

"I just sent Pete's wife some flowers." Sara replied.

"God, she's not dead or anything." I shot back.

"You guys just don't get it! You can send flowers to a woman for just about anything." She grinned and swiveled her office chair back to face the desk. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I returned to my tasks, thinking that Sara had signed the card for these flowers as being from "us". So I guess now we're officially a couple since she's even thinking that way.

We finished the prep work needed for the trip to Dayton. Since Pete wasn't able to go, a last minute replacement flew in from our Nashville office to do the facility report. By the time we would arrive, it should be complete and waiting for us. So it was just Sara and I, off on a short trip to Ohio.

Being early August it should normally be pretty hot. But the weather report looked gorgeous for this time of year. So on a whim, when it came time to head out and pick up Sara for the 4 hour drive from Pittsburgh, I threw my things into my personal toy car instead of the company owned Jeep. Forty minutes later I was pulling up to Sara's apartment in my 1997 BMW Z3 ragtop roadster. Of course it opened the door for her all but hourly cracks about my age. "Old car for the old guy".. "creep mobile"... "do you keep candy in the glove box to offer the children?"... and my favorite.... "The midlife crisis car". But hey, at my age, you should take all the fun you can get.

Now the big problem of taking the Z became quickly apparent. Sara had to go back in the apartment and repack into a smaller suitcase since her luggage wouldn't fit in the trunk!