"What are you doing?" she moaned.

"Washing you."

"Oh. Okay. Please. Go on."

I did. Teasing her with both hands, I worked at her. I had two fingers of my right hand in her ass, and two of my left in her pussy when she came this time. I washed her again to clean away her juices, and then kissed my way up her body to her face.

"My God, Don," she gasped into my mouth as I kissed her.

"I think you liked my fingers in your ass."

"I can't believe it, but yes, I did." We kissed deeply again, and her hand found my erection. "There was something else I liked."

"What was that?"

"This," she said, as she knelt in front of me.

I turned the shower off so I could watch.

She draped her wet hair behind her ears, took my cock in her hand, and smiled up at me. "This," she said again, before opening her mouth and taking me inside. She bobbed back and forth on me, not taking all that much, but it was enough. With one hand, she jacked me, taking care of the part her mouth couldn't reach.

Finally, she came up for air. "Is that okay?" she asked, fixing her wet hair again with one hand while fondling my balls with the other.

"You've never done this before?" I asked.

"No. I guess I read more porn than I thought," she grinned, running her tongue up and down my shaft.

"You're very good at it."

"I like being able to use some of what I've learned through my reading," she chuckled. She took me in her mouth again, looking at me the whole time with those baby blue eyes. She grasped me firmly in one hand, and flicked her tongue rapidly on the very tip of my cock. "Will this make you cum?"

"Probably," I panted.

"Or do you like this?" she asked, resuming her efforts to bathe every bit of my manhood at once with her tongue. "Or this?" going back to bobbing back and forth on me.

"I'm gonna cum soon," I moaned.

"Look at me when you do," she said, jacking me and tongue lashing me again.

I tired to keep my hips from thrusting. The first surge of my spunk bathed her tongue, soon to be joined by more. She took as much as she could, then pulled back and watched as one more small drop spattered on her very hard right nipple. She looked back up at me, gave me a cummy smile, and then swallowed.

"I did it. I gave a blowjob. I just gave a man a blowjob in his hotel shower and swallowed his cum. Wow," she mused.

I helped her to her feet and lathered her breasts again. She was very quiet as we rinsed off. "You're not saying much," I observed.

"No. Just thinking about how wonderful this is. Kinda mad I can't get this all the time," she said, reaching for a towel.

"You're staying here tonight, aren't you? You said you have a change of clothes in your van?"

"Yes, but I have to get dressed to go out and get it. I have a bag with a nightgown."

"You don't need a night gown," I said, turning down the covers on the unused bed. I was amazed to feel myself thickening again.

It seemed difficult for her at first, but soon Sarah acted comfortable enough spooned naked against me. My cock was nestled between her cheeks, and her hand was lazily stroking mine that was cupping her breast. Both the stroking and her breathing soon slowed, and then I knew she was asleep. I joined her.

We felt each other move during the night. When I rolled on my back, she cradled her head on my shoulder or my chest. If I turned away from her, I would feel her move to cuddle with me, and then we would both be still again.

I woke up to feel a soft hand gently rubbing my cock. It was already pretty wide awake.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning. What are you doing?"

"Playing with you. I wanted to see how hard you would get before you woke up," she snickered.

"Is this part of coming out of your shell?"

"Shell? Oh, that? You pretty much shattered that last evening. My inner slut woke up during the night to feel your erection poking my ass, and she got up and swept away the last of the bits of shell that were lying around. So, what should we do about the state you're in?" she asked, still slowly stroking me.

"Well, I sure can't go to work like this."

"No, you can't. Any more than I can go to work thinking about what should have been done about it," she said. "I want it inside me again."

I pulled her to me, helping her to straddle me, and wiped my leaking cock against her already wet pussy. "Lower yourself. Aim it, and lower yourself."

"Oh, that's nice. I like that," Sarah whispered as she took me inside. She was careful and slow, so it took her awhile to set her full weight down on me. "You're deep. Real deep. I didn't know it could go that deep."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah! Yes. Just not used to it. Getting there though. Wow," she muttered.

I pressed up into her, probably not penetrating her further, but feeling damn good.

"Do all women like this? Riding cowgirl, right?"

"Yes, riding cowgirl. I don't know about all women. Some do."

She eased herself about halfway up my shaft, and then slid down again. She did it again, moving her hips forward and back as she went. "Mmmm," she said. "I think I do."

I pulled her to me so I could kiss her breasts again. She began to rock on my rigid shaft, fucking herself with it as I licked and sucked her nipples.

"Can we do it really hard without hurting me? I always wondered what that was like," she said.

"You're in the saddle, cowgirl."

"That's right. I am!" she giggled. She straightened up again, lifted herself nearly off me, and let herself down quickly. "Oof!" she said. She did it again, this time with my hands dug into her firm ass to help her. "Oh!" She did it more, speeding up and dropping harder, until the smack of our sweaty skin was probably loud enough to hear in the hallway.

"So good!" she whimpered.

I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. She kissed me as I fucked her, using my grip on her amazing ass to help me drive into her. She fucked me back just as hard.

"I want you to cum inside me again," Sarah gasped. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

I could tell she was on the brink. Good, because I wasn't far behind.

She pumped up and down on me hard a few more times, and then shoved herself down farther than she had before. Grinding, squealing, clenching her internal muscles with her orgasm, she made me erupt.

When she collapsed onto me, I held her, one or the other of us occasionally shuddering with the aftershocks of our shared cumming.

Finally, she propped herself up to look at me. "Yeah, Don, this definitely changes things. It's probably good you live so far away, though. This could get complicated."

"What do you mean?"

She kissed me again, rubbing her naked breasts over my chest. "I'd want to start every day like this, and spend every night like I spent the last one."

We showered together again, but I got out first. After dressing quickly, I went out to her van for her fresh clothes. It was difficult watching her get dressed again. It had felt so natural, so deliciously correct, seeing her nude.

Over breakfast, we made our plans. We weren't going to Owens' plant that day. There was some leg-work to be done following up on the leads Sarah's contact had given her the previous night. We were back at my hotel by late afternoon.

What was supposed to be a "business meeting" quickly turned into another love-making session, with Sarah practicing her oral skills and enjoying mine. We agreed to meet for breakfast again the following morning.

Early Thursday morning my phone rang.

"Are you dressed yet?"

"No, I just got out of the shower. I thought I'd have about twenty minutes until you got here."

"More like thirty. I'm picking up breakfast and bringing it there. Don't bother getting dressed," she said.

Nibbling on bagels and fruit, naked in bed with me, Sarah asked, "You're going home tomorrow aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm taking a late flight out tomorrow evening."

Sarah said nothing for a while. Then, "A big part of me doesn't want this week to end."

"Me either," I said.

"You know I'm going to stay here and go back to my prim and proper life," she said.

"I thought that was the plan all along."

"It was," she answered quickly. "I love my kids, my house, and my career. I love my life. I even love Tim, but for much different reasons than I would have if I let myself fall in love with you."

"I don't know that you want to do that. I'm not a home-wrecker, and besides, I'm not sure I'm the marrying kind. At my age, old habits die hard."

"Can I still care about you?" she asked.

"You can. I wish you would. I'd hate this to be all one-sided, baby."

"When is your seminar?"

"Whenever you want. Just give me a little notice so I can take the time off work," I answered.

"Show me more of what you would teach me there."

I rolled her on her back. "Okay," I said as I took her nipple in my mouth.

We managed to get some work done Thursday afternoon, enough that I knew I could easily pull my report together over the weekend, and go back to my regular work on Monday.

Sarah went home to make dinner for Tim and the kids, and I did some work at the desk in my room. Late that evening, I was reading the news online when Sarah's screen-name (SBmomof2 – "Sarah Blevins mom of 2") appeared as a chat request. We had given each other our instant message addresses so we could pass information back and forth when we weren't physically in the same room this week, and we had decided it would be a good way for us to keep in touch.

SBmomof2: r u there

NosyDon51: hi

SBmomof2: what r u doing

NosyDon51: not much
working
what about u

SBmomof2: reading dirty stories

NosyDon51: lol hows that working out 4 u

SBmomof2: not well
my fingers dont feel as good as yours

NosyDon51: not as good as my tongue either

SBmomof2: ur not helping

NosyDon51: wanna go parking in ur van

SBmomof2: embarrassed to say what i want to do

NosyDon51: what

A pop-up appeared. "SBmomof2 wants to open video chat window. Click to accept."

I clicked, and after a moment, Sarah appeared on my screen. "Don't talk loud. I don't know how high I have to turn the volume.

"Okay," I whispered. "How's that?"

"You can talk. Just keep it down."

"Like this?" I asked in a tone I would have used if she were on the next pillow.

"Just like that," she said. "That's nice."

"Is everyone else asleep?"

"Oh heavens, yes," Sarah answered. "I'm in my half of the home office, on the other side of the house from our bedroom, and I can still hear Tim snoring.

"We can video-chat from work, you know. In fact, that's probably a pretty good idea for when I want to consult with you about something or if I can offer you any business."

Even in the dim lighting in Sarah's study, I could see her pretty face blush. "I wasn't exactly thinking of video-conferencing with you, silly."

"What were you thinking of?" I asked.

As she opened her robe, she said, "Pull your pants down, Don." Conservative Mrs. Blevins put on quite a show for me that night, and she saw how much I appreciated it.

We decided to go to see Owens one last time before I left on Friday, to make sure we hadn't missed anything. He was his usual overly-cheery self when we got there, but came storming into the conference room just before lunch.

"What the hell are you people doing?" he bellowed. "You talked to my neighbor?"

Sarah calmly got up from her chair, walked over to him, and got in his face. "Not only did we talk to your neighbor, you miserable scum, we visited that illegal back-alley abortion clinic you help to finance, and met the parents of your little playmate. Well, let me tell you, sleazy Mr. Bill Owens, for your sake, you'd better hope you can still afford to make all those payments when your wife's attorney is done with you. I don't know how you see the money you're spending, but those people see it as hush money."

I stood up too, gathering my belongings, since it was time to leave. "I'm no lawyer, but I imagine you could have some liability for any injuries caused by the quacks in that clinic. You might want to think about what your criminal culpability is there. Oh, and I assume you know that the statute of limitations on what you did to that little girl is twelve years in this state, and they don't start counting until the victim turns eighteen. By that time, the son you fathered would be sixteen years old – big enough to give you the ass-kicking you deserve."

"Get out!" Owens yelled. "Get out now! I will not stand for this invasion of my privacy! You have no damn right to treat me this way!"

Sarah packed up her materials. "We have every damn right to treat you this way, Mr. Owens. Every damn right in the world. But don't worry. We're leaving. I'm feeling a little ill just being around you!"

In the car on the way back to my hotel, Sarah asked, "When do you have to catch your plane?"

"I should be at the airport by six."

"Six, huh? You didn't check out of your hotel, did you?"

"Not yet. I wanted to be able to go back and change into more casual clothes before I had to leave."

"So you'll be naked at some point?" she asked.

"Maybe."

"I'm going to call Tim and tell him I'll be getting home a little late."

In my room, it was very much like out first time. We undressed each other again, taking our time, making it last. When we were finally nude, we got in bed. Sarah lay on top of me, kissing me as I fondled her wonderful ass.

"How many times can you cum before you have to leave for the airport?" she asked.

"Baby, I'm not a young man. I don't know. Twice if I'm lucky," I answered.

She rolled off me, turned around, and positioned her wet sex over my face. Just before she took me in her mouth, she said, "I hope you're feeling lucky."

This time, when she knew she was about to cum, she pulled out of my reach. "Not yet. You're not gonna make me cum yet. When that happens, I forget about what I was trying to do for you." She knelt at my side and kissed me, hard, and passionately. "Don't move." She kissed all over my face, rubbing her one nipple against mine while teasing the underside my shaft with just the pad of her index finger.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

"I never saw a man cum before last night. Now I want to see it in person, so just lie there and enjoy."

She kept stroking me with the single finger, occasionally leaning over and licking up the pre-cum I was leaking.

Without thinking, I reached for her hip, hoping she would move so I could reach her. Instead, she moved away.

"Nope," she said. "Not this time. This time, you're gonna cum for me."

The build-up was maddeningly slow. This wasn't a hand-job. It was a finger-job, and a single finger at that. Over and over she stroked, the tiniest bit of her skin against mine. When she concentrated her feather-light touch on the patch of nerves just below my piss-slit, I leaked pre-cum, a dribble of it lubricating her finger. She would only interrupt her slow stroking to lick me – a quick spreading of my fluid.

I was shuddering by now. Hands had played with me many times (hands other than my own), but I had never felt anything quite like this. Leave it to meticulous Sarah to do this to me this way. "I'm gonna cum soon, baby," I said.

"From this?" she smirked, her baby blue eyes sparkling as her finger continued it's slow, deliberate rhythm, "or this?" She bent down and took a quick lick along the underside of my shaft, from the base to the head, circling the crown once before pulling back and resuming her stroking.

"Everything. You," I moaned.

"Is it going to be a lot?" she teased, still tickling that little triangle of ecstasy.

"Yeah," I groaned, as the first spurt arced into the air. Stream after stream rocketed out of me, volume and height like I hadn't seen in decades. When I was done, I realized that Sarah was still stroking me with just that single, now messy, fingertip.

"Wow!" she laughed. "That was impressive!" She licked her finger. "I still can't believe we're doing this!"

My shrinking cock leaked one more small drop. She leaned down and licked it off, and then very methodically cleaned my entire manhood and belly of my spilled cum.

When she was done, she sat back on her heels, smiled at me, and blushed visibly. "What have you done to me, Don?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Here I was, the conservative housewife/career woman, about as virginal as an almost middle-aged mother of two could be, and now I'm some kind of cum-slut!" she giggled.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"For what?" she asked, lying down next to me. "For showing me a new side to myself? I've always wondered what good sex was, since I knew I wasn't having it. Now I know. I'd love to do it all the time. It's just like when I tried water-skiing."

"Water-skiing?" I laughed.

"Stop it," she said, sitting up in bed. She had her hands on her hips, which put her proud breasts on display. There was a serious expression on her mouth, but her baby blue eyes were twinkling. "I'm trying to make a point. It was a dangerous new thrill, something I'd never done before, and something I wanted to do again. Plus, it made me all wet."

"Ah. Speaking of making you wet," I said as I pulled her on top of me and moved her to sit on my face.

"I'll play with myself after you're gone, thinking about what you do down there," she moaned.

"I think I like this as much as you do, baby," I said.

We rested for a while after that, cuddling, the way she had learned to love to do. Our pillow talk brought us to the "seminar" I had mentioned.

"How much notice do you need to get time off from work?" Sarah asked.

"My boss, Marian, wants two weeks minimum, but often, it's more like three, depending on my case load."

"Could we start the seminar four weeks from today?" she asked. "I had been talking to Tim about taking my 'hunter's widow' reward weekend soon."

"I'll confirm your enrollment on Monday when I've had a chance to look at the due dates on the stuff that's probably on my desk."

She snuggled against me. "What time is it?"

"Almost three. I have to be out of here in about two hours."

"Should give us enough time," she said, moving to straddle me so that her pussy lips were against my soft cock.

As she ground against me, she asked, "What will we do at the cabin? Besides make love, I mean."

"Well, we can go walking in the woods, toast marshmallows in the fire pit outside, and go swimming in the lake. It's very clean, and by that time of year it will be nice and warm."

"I guess I should get a new swimsuit," she said.

"Why? I don't even own one. It's my lake. I own the land around it. No one goes there."

"Skinny dipping?" Sarah laughed. "I've never done that."

"The new Sarah is ready for skinny dipping," I said.

"The new Sarah is ready for one last session before you have to leave, Don."

As it turned out, I was ready, too. I was tired – I had worked hard this week, and had enjoyed a lot of sex for a man my age. But Sarah brought out the best in me. We started out slow this time, but we didn't end that way.

We didn't say much while we were getting dressed, or even as we walked to our cars after I checked out of the hotel. I loaded the Mercedes in silence, and then we embraced one last time.

Just before she got in her minivan to drive home, she said, "This may have been the best week I've had in a long while."

"We'll have the best weekend ever, next month," I said, leaning in her window to kiss her farewell.

At the rental car return desk, the fake-cheery young lady asked, "Did you enjoy your stay, sir?"

"It was very good, thank you."

"Was it business or pleasure?" she chirped.

The girl gave me a strange look when I chuckled and said, "Both."

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