Weekend Fitness Partners

[SpicySpirit]

Immediately upon putting in the code and opening the door, Hermes scampered to my feet. Letting go of Paul's hand, I scooped up Hermes. Leading the way from the foyer, we walked down the hallway through my dining room, where I paused momentarily.

"I will give you the grand tour later, give me just a few minutes to take care of this little furball. Would you like something to drink? I have water... iced tea... I do have some wine, if you are interested."

I knew I was the one who had suggested he come in, but I needed to put the brakes on a little. While our morning hike felt like weeks ago, a little voice in the back of my head reminded me that it had barely been 24 hours since learning his name. The ache between my thighs and the voice of logic in my brain continued to argue with each other.

"Water would be great. That margarita, was fantastic, but I think it was also about 90% tequila," Paul answered distractedly glancing around my living quarters.

I would have been doing the exact same thing were we at his place instead of mine. I had purchased a home built in the 60s, that still had some 70s and mid-century flourishes. The room had a burnt orange accent wall and a dark gray stone fireplace. I wasn't exactly a minimalist, but it was streamlined, earthy and cozy. I liked having a little bit of an eclectic feel, merging some of the old with some of the new.

"Yeah, I hate to admit how much of a lightweight I am these days. Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back." I gestured to the forest green couch in the living room. Still holding the little orange puff, I made my way back to the kitchen to fill the cat bowl and grab some cat nip treats for Hermes. It was the least I could do for him.

With Hermes happily grazing, I poured two glasses of water and made my way to join Paul on the couch. I noticed him glancing at the pictures on the mantle of the fireplace before he heard my entrance. Among the limited decorations of scented candles and small cacti, there were three framed photographs. The first picture was from a formal event, where I was posed with 3 people. The older blonde woman clearly shared my features. The rugged dark-haired man had his arm around her lovingly. Flanking the center couple, I was on one side and a chestnut haired man around my age was on the other side. The second picture was taken when I was just out of college with my best girl friends from home as we celebrated graduation and moving on to the next chapter of adulthood. The last picture was a black and white photo of me with an attractive man, his chiseled angular features and striking dark eyes focused on my face.

I realized we hadn't really spoken much about our families to this point. I hadn't offered up any information and I suppose had been subconsciously avoiding it. I am sure Paul had questions, but I didn't have the energy to handle them tonight.

As I set the glasses down on the coffee table, the spell was broken and his attention was fully back on me. Despite the plentiful room on the sectional couch, I found the nook right beside Paul and burrowed in. I didn't give him any chance to bring up the photos before I pulled his face into mine, resuming the passionate kiss we were sharing moments ago in his car.

Without interrupting the movement of our lips, I felt his strong hands gently slide my straps down my arms to expose the lacy black bra underneath. In moments he had freed one of my breasts and was twirling my nipple between his fingers. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips and before I knew it, his mouth had trailed down my neck to suck my nipple with his tongue. Putting one hand at the nape of his neck, I searched with my other hand for the zipper of his slacks.

As I struggled one-handed with the buttons and zipper, my other breast spilled out and he began diving back and forth between them. Having successfully dealt with his belt, button and zipper, I was able to slide my hand between the fabric of his pants and his bulging underwear. In the restaurant I had a sense of his length, but now without the extra barrier of his pants I was able to feel his true size. I ran my fingers along the ridges of his cock through the tight briefs and he was already leaking through the thin fabric. Feeling his hardness, I felt heat and wetness start to soak the panties under my dress.

He let out a muffled moan at my touch as I pulled his member completely out of his briefs. His moans and hitched breath turned me on even more as I stroked his slick erection. As he paused his devouring of my breasts, I had a second of clarity and bit my lip. As much as I craved the feeling of him inside me, I knew in my heart I wasn't completely there yet. Even though I wasn't ready, I knew I wanted to give him a satisfying ending to our marathon date.

When I paused his eyes opened to catch mine becoming still for a moment. I could see the concerned look in them, but instead of speaking I gently pushed him into the couch cushion and shifted to kneel between his thighs, guiding his shaft to my lips...

 

[paulboulder]

Tracy’s place was warm and inviting. It was obvious that she was still settling in and hadn’t had a lot of time to really make it her own, but it had a cool vibe and homey feel. I looked around as she took care of Hermes – there were a few pictures around that caught my attention – one with her parents and a man with her – but I figured we’d have time for that discussion soon. I had my own very interesting journey to share, too, when the time was right. For now, my focus was on enjoying a little private time with Tracy, without the rainstorm and definitely without any onlookers (except for Hermes). I wanted to give her the release I had teased about in my text.

She set two glasses of water on the coffee table and snuggled in next to me. Before I could say anything, she pulled my face toward hers and we continued the intense kiss we had in my car. I wanted to see if she had a bra that matched her black lace panties and slid the straps of her dress down. Yes, the bra was a match - very sexy and feminine, although looking and touching and pleasuring the contents of the bra was what I sought. I soon loosened one of her breasts and returned to savoring her nipple like I had this afternoon. Her breasts were warm, full, and wonderful to touch and taste. As I did this, I felt Tracy reach for the zipper of my pants. Soon her other breast was also free, and I began to enjoy it in the same fashion as the other one.

I was really getting turned on, and Tracy’s somewhat effortful one handed attempts to remove my pants only magnified my arousal. I’ve always been a “ladies first” kind of guy when comes to who-pleasures-who situations, and while I was really excited about the direction things were going, I wanted to be the giver this first time we got together intimately. I wasn’t wanting or expecting to make love tonight – I would want us to have time to really enjoy an entire night together for that, and to have more trust built up between us. But she continued to touch me, first through my underwear and then hands on. She really had me distracted now, as she was stroking me with her hand. Her touch was electric, and my breathing was starting to get a little ragged. I took a break from her nipples to look at her; she seemed to be thinking for a second – were we going too fast, I wondered. I started to say something, but she eased me back into the couch and knelt between my legs, putting my swollen cock to her lips.

Looking me straight in the eyes, she began to kiss and nibble and lick me. In between each tease, punctuating each word with a new delight, she softly said:

“Two…can…play…that…game…”

“Oh, God, you’re killing me,” I said. “I was going to treat you first…” I was breathing hard and trying to hold back with every ounce of my being. She reached up with a free hand and covered my mouth to shut me up. She began to lick and swirl her tongue around the head, first slowly and then increasing her pace. All the while, she would look up at me with those blue eyes.

“Tell me what you like…” she asked, between slowly taking my cock in and out of her mouth and working her tongue around me. What was not to like? A beautiful woman was in the process of devouring me…

“You are doing amazing…” I managed to mumble. “I’m not going to last much longer…oh, that’s so hot…mmm, slow down…”

“Slow down?” she asked, before continuing her sweet torturing of me. “Oh, no, this isn’t the time for that….” I felt one of her hands slide down to caress my balls, and the other began to stroke my shaft ever so slowly.

Looking me straight in the eyes, she said, “Race you there….”

 

[SpicySpirit]

I slowed down momentarily to tease Paul before taking his manhood back into my mouth. I continued to use my right hand to massage his balls, while using my left hand interchangeably with my mouth. I increased to a comfortable rhythm feeling his thighs tighten beside me and hearing his breath quicken.

I gripped his shaft a little harder, sliding up and down, while taking a moment to glance up at his face. His eyes were closed, his head dropped back against the pillows of the couch as he finally let me take over. He really was handsome. I gripped a little tighter increasing my tempo again.

"Tracy... I... " he attempted to get out a few words before I took his full hard cock into the back of my mouth. I moved on to sucking harder, feeling his body twitch beneath my hands. One of his hands moved through my hair to grasp the back of my head, as I picked up speed. He let out a low deep moan and I could see the finish line.

I gripped harder, sucked deeper, my hands and mouth becoming a flurry of movement. I could tell I was about to cross the finish line as his body locked and I could feel his swollen cock pulse in the back of my throat.

His whole body twitched as he let out a long, guttural moan, I pulled him out of my mouth just as he exploded and I felt his warm, wet cum spray across my breasts and collarbone. After several moments of writhing, his body relaxed into the couch and he finally meets my eyes.

"I win." I smirked at him. I stand up and start for the bathroom to grab towels, he reaches and clasps my forearm.

I shake my head, still smiling. "No, save it for next time. It will give me something to look forward to."

I disappeared and returned with two hand towels, tossing one in his direction and using the other to soak up the wetness on my chest.

####

After cleaning up, I walked him to the front porch, as we took a few moments to kiss and say our goodbyes. I watched as his Honda pulled out of the driveway and then closed the door. Still reveling in the day, I meandered to the dining room and opened my purse to pull out my cell phone that had been buried in there all evening.

A few (or several) missed texts from Emily filled the screen.

1:20pm - "Hope your hike went well today."

3:52pm - "Hmmm...?"

7:42pm - "Okay, keep ignoring me, hope it is because you had a good time."

9:22pm - "I hate the suspense. Good or bad. Call me tomorrow."

Little did she know that during that last text, I was still having a good time. Well, way more than a good time. I was glad I could savor the day's events to myself and that I could wait until tomorrow to appease her curiosity.

Getting ready for bed, I internally groaned remembering tomorrow's presentation and knowing I was going to have a really hard time getting to sleep that night.

 

[paulboulder]

I awaken to the sounds of squirrels scampering around on my roof. Wow, they’re really running laps this morning. What time is it? 6:55 am. OK, time to get up.

Did I completely dream yesterday? Did I really spend much of the day with Tracy, or was that just a nighttime fantasy? I got out of the bed and made my way towards the bathroom. No, there are my slacks, and they definitely show the signs of a very happy ending to my evening. Holy cow. That was one of the most intense climaxes of my life. Really a 'see Jesus' moment.

Looking at the clock, it’s now 7:00 am. I want to text Tracy and wish her a good morning and send her good vibes for her big business presentation. I want to also thank her for an amazing day together yesterday, and to check in on our plans to go for a run this afternoon. I grab my phone and start typing….

PAUL: Good morning, gorgeous! Just saying hello and wishing you a great day.

Within a minute, a reply appears….

TRACY: Hi! Good morning! Did you sleep well???

PAUL: Better than I have in years.....

TRACY: How do you feel today?

PAUL: I send her a picture of Tony the Tiger

TRACY: LOL

PAUL: Seriously, that was one of the most passionate and intimate moments I have ever had last night. Thank you.

TRACY:

PAUL: And two can play that game…

TRACY:

PAUL: Getting on your best business suit for the presentation??

TRACY: sends a selfie in a stunning black pencil skirt (be still my beating heart - a smart, confident woman in business suit), a pressed white dress shirt (and just a hint of lacy white bra underneath) and a tailored jacket.

PAUL: Did you know I have a fantasy about a professional woman in a board room?

TRACY: No. I’ll make a note about that for the future…

PAUL: OK, I know you need to run. Go get ‘em! See you this afternoon?

TRACY: Yes, come around 5:30, and we can go for a run. I’ll catch you up on my day then.

PAUL: Bye for now

I put my phone down and get dressed for a run. I need to get in more miles for the upcoming race, and I certainly need to clear the cobwebs out of my head from last night. I reach into the refrigerator to grab a quick protein drink before I hit the road. On the door of the fridge I see some of the photos I have there. Two catch my eye. One is from a little more than five years ago, at my son Robbie’s high school graduation. He’s in the middle, towering over me, and Natalie, my ex-wife and Robbie’s mom, has her arm around his waist on one side, and I am doing the same on the other side. Robbie has my features but his mom’s height and more lean build. Natalie looks like she always does – tall (5’10”), brunette, with a dancer and model’s build. We were so proud of him that day – valedictorian for his class. He did so well despite all the upheaval we had as a family his senior year. A happy day for all of us. The other photo is of his college graduation at Boston University. Other than the change of venue and graduation gown, we all look about the same. Natalie is ageless as always. I am happy for her and her new life....It reminds me that we have our every-other week family zoom call coming up Thursday. We have a text chain running for day to day stuff, but make it a point to get together on Zoom twice a month, now especially so with Robbie in grad school in Washington. I also remember I need to text him about my date with Tracy. I think I may need to leave some parts of the date out of my text....

Soon I am out the door and clicking off the miles. As I make my way out of the neighborhood, my neighbor Jessie pulls along side and lowers his window to chat with me as I run.

“Hey Paul – great to see you guys last night,” he says.

“Thanks, good to see you and Lauren!” I reply.

“That’s a stunning looking woman you were with – Tracy?” he asks.

“Yes, that’s right, and yes, she is,” I laugh. “I am seeing her again tonight.”

“Sweet – have a great day,” he adds, and drives off.

After my run, I get dressed and head into the university to meet with my graduate assistants about their projects. I find myself really trying to pour myself into being present with them so I don’t drift off into thinking about Tracy. It would be easy to do so. Gotta slow down, Paul....Those meetings complete, I settle in for a number of Zoom calls with various teams from the medical device company I consult for. I never thought I would be doing this kind of work, but life does have a way of leading you down interesting new paths, even in your late 40's. Between meetings, I send Tracy a quick text around the time of her big presentation – just a quick “You got this!” and a thumbs up. She responds with a string of hearts.

Soon I am back home and getting dressed for meeting Tracy for a run. Well, we’ll walk to the track so we can chat, then run a couple of miles at a good pace for her, then walk back to her place.

I get a text from her at 5:15:

TRACY: Hi! I am home and changing clothes. When do I get to see you?

PAUL: Be there in a sec! I send her a little speeding car emoji as well.

Then, I have a devilish idea, and text her back

PAUL: Do you like smoothies?

TRACY: Is that a reference to a certain volcanic eruption that occurred last night, you dirty minded man? She also sends a wink emoji.

PAUL: LOL, no, nothing X-rated! More like fresh fruit and protein like you’d have after a workout.

TRACY: Yes! Can you bring me a blueberry, banana and protein powder one?

PAUL: Coming right up – I’ll make one for you and one for me; we can thrown them in your fridge and have them after the run.

TRACY: Can’t wait!

I make the smoothies, hop in the car, and in less than five minutes I am pulling into her driveway. As I get out of the car, I smile and think “Two can play that game…”

 

[SpicySpirit]

It had taken me hours to wind down after last night's events, so when my bedside alarm started chirping incessantly, I actually leaned over and pressed the snooze button, something I rarely did. Ten minutes later when the alarm resumed its chirping, I took a deep breath and braced myself for the day's events.

As I slowly pulled myself out of the warm nest of blankets, I noticed the blue dress peeking out of my laundry basket. My mind immediately drifted back to last night. Wow, that was a hell of a first date. I had been with my husband, Will, since college, meaning that I hadn't been on the dating scene in almost twenty years. Before leaving Maine, I had gone on one really awkward date set-up for me by my friend, Elle. It had been so disastrous, that I had sworn off dating again for a long time. It seemed that was about to change.

I changed into a turquoise racer-back sports bra and black leggings making my way to the home gym I was still organizing. I rolled out my pink yoga mat and turned on one of the many new age playlists on Spotify, settling in to one of my normal routines. Cycling through a few sun salutations, aligning my breath and body, I began to feel a little more grounded and focused. The stretches soothed the ache in my thighs and calves from yesterday's workout.

After a quick shower, I selected a more formal-looking blazer and pencil skirt for today's presentation. Normally, work was business casual, but today's meeting would require a little more pizzazz than the usual. My phone pinged with a text from Paul, wishing me luck and calling me "gorgeous." Yes, that was the way to start the day. He really was one of the good ones.

I made my morning coffee with Hermes circling my feet and continued to text back and forth with Paul. As I went to grab the creamer, the calendar on my fridge happened to pull my focus. The upcoming weekend was blocked out with "Derek" across Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. My older brother was coming out from Maine to visit. My first family member to make the trek since I moved in May. Derek and I were only two years apart in age and he was one of my best friends. He also played the part of the protective older brother quite well, even as adults, so it would be interesting to see how he reacted to this new development. Sipping my sugary coffee - one of my guilty pleasures - I finalized the afternoon plans with Paul and then finished gathering my belongings to head to work.

On the way to work I called Emily over the jeep's speakerphone.

"Sooooo... ?" Emily drew out the word ending it by raising her inflection a few pitches.

"Well, I didn't text you back because the date was still going on last night," I hesitated a moment, deciding how much I wanted to share.

"What?!? Tracy!" her voice rose two octaves it seemed, if that was even possible.

"To be fair, it was interrupted by an emergency work meeting that I had forgotten about in the middle of the day. But we went out to dinner last night and then..." I trailed off.

"TRACEY!" this time her voice seemed to go down an octave and I wasn't sure if she was scolding me or shocked.

"It got a little hot and heavy," I said seeing my own smile reflected back to me in the rearview mirror. "But not all the way." I assured her. "I am taking my time." Well...trying to, I thought.

"I am happy for you, Trace. Just be careful. " I could feel the love in her voice through the phone, and my heart ached feeling a little homesick for my friend.

"I will, Em. I really like him." Admitting this out loud felt really good. I was pulling in to the parking lot at work, not ready to hang up. "I gotta go, but say hi for me to Aaron and the kids."

"Will do. Call me later."

I tapped the end call button and then took one last deep breath before climbing out of my car, ready to face the day.

####

The day seemed to drag on endlessly. The presentation was at 2pm and while I knew I needed to prepare and focus, my mind kept replaying the events from yesterday. Fortunately, Penny dropped over to my desk so we could prep together and that helped keep me in the present.

"So, what was that all about yesterday? I know your shower was not the reason you were late," she prodded.

"I had a date." I confided in her. We weren't close enough yet for me to share details, but it was nice to have someone to tell in person.

"Do tell... I am all ears." She leaned in.

I promised her I would tell her a little more over lunch tomorrow, but I really needed her to help me stay focused for the presentation because it would be a big get for the company if we succeeded.

Fortunately, the hours went by a little faster after the meeting. As soon as the clock hit 5pm, I was out the door and ready to go change and meet Paul for our workout.

 

[paulboulder]

I knock on Tracy’s door. She peeks her head out, holding Hermes. The little guy is well named, because he is speedy! “Hi,” she says, “Sneak in while I hold onto this lightening bolt.” She steps away from the door. I haven’t been able to see what she is wearing yet.

I step in and close the door behind me, my eyes adjusting to the change in light, as the sun is blazing outside. Tracy is wearing a hot pink sports bra top and hot pink running shorts. She looks good enough to eat. Putting Hermes down, she comes up to me and gives me a kiss. I pull her into me, and with my mouth near her ear, I say, “You look delicious.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, looking down and blushing a little. “Are those the smoothies?” she asks, changing the subject and referring to the insulated bag I have in my hand. “Yes, ma’am – can I put them in your fridge to keep them cold?” I ask. “Sure, kitchen is to the left, there should be room on the top shelf in the fridge.”

I walk into her kitchen. It’s been remodeled since the house was built and has a nice stone top central island for food prep or casual meals. There’s no sink in it; it’s just a workspace/permanent table. I open the fridge and take the two smoothie cups out of the bag and put them on the shelf. I walk into the living room and put the empty bag next to my wallet and keys. “Ready?” she says brightly. “I want to hear about your day.”

We step out of her place, making sure that Hermes doesn’t get any ideas about freedom again. Soon we are walking down the street towards the track. I look over at her and smile; I feel very lucky in this moment. She slips her hand into mine quietly and returns the smile. We walk in silence for a moment, then I ask her about her day and her presentation. The mile to the track passes quickly as we share our work experiences.

We arrive at the track. There are a few people walking, but otherwise it’s unoccupied – no kids playing soccer or football on the infield. It’s a clay and cinder track, which gives a familiar crunch with each step. I have run many miles around this track. Tracy and I share stretching ideas with each other; she shows me a few yoga moves, and I show her a new hip flexor mobility exercise – hands on, of course... Then, we’re off to run three miles.

Her pace is very comfortable for me, so I do most of the talking, running on the outside of her so I have to travel slightly farther each lap. We come up behind a group of walkers and go into single file to go on the inside of them. I let Tracy go in front of me, mostly so I can look at her firm legs and to watch her bootie in those little pink shorts. “What are you doing back there?“ she asks, as I remain behind her for a bit longer than necessary. “Oh, just looking at the scenery…” I laugh. She starts to speed up. “I demand…equal time...” she says, between breaths. I speed up smoothly and ease in front of her for a little while, spanking myself on the rear as I run along. I hear laughter behind me. We return to side by side running, with me sticking my tongue out at her for fun.

“I don’t often get to run with someone these days, so it’s nice to have a partner, “ I say. “Usually the only person I get to run with is my son when he’s home or I’m visiting him.” I notice her attention changes, and her glance shifts to me more rather than the track. I hadn’t mentioned Robbie before.

“Oh, tell me about him,” she asks. “You’ve not mentioned him before.”

“He’s 22, and just starting his Masters at Georgetown. He did his Bachelors in Public Policy and Government at Boston University.” I see she’s taking in this information quietly. I imagine the question that is running through her mind…

“His mom and I divorced 5 years ago,“ I add. “My ex-wife Natalie lives in Atlanta and has remarried.”

I see her body relax after saying this. We run quietly for a few moments. I can’t tell if she’s feeling awkward about probing about Robbie (and indirectly about Natalie, too) or wondering whether to tell me something. I look over and smile, and that puts her back at ease.

“Thank you for telling me. I know you must be very proud of him,” she says, warmly.

“Yes, he’s an amazing young man. I look forward to you meeting him,” I respond.

“Well, if he’s anything like you, I know we’ll get along great!” she says, more cheerful again.

We do our customary sprint to the finish once again, without the rainstorm, and are soon drinking some water from the bottle I brought as we walk home. Our conversation is light and fun - about favorite movies and books – many of which we share, and once again as we near her home, her hand finds mine. Nice. It just feels natural.

Slipping into her house, we take off our shoes and head into the kitchen to get the smoothies out. They are delicious but very thick. Tracy reaches into a drawer to get us two spoons. We’re facing each other and trying not to get brain freeze from eating too fast.

“Hey, let’s try this,” I say, and loop my arm around hers. “You feed me and I will feed you.”

“Oh, this is going to end badly,” she says, laughing.

We do our best, between giggling, to get the sweet frozen contents into each other’s mouths. She leans back into the central island as we face each other.

“OK, new game,” I say. “Get a mouthful and then we’ll kiss and share it.”

“Oooh, I like this game,” she laughs. We are soon having a very sensual and sloppy kiss. I continue to lean into her a little so that I am ever-so-slightly leaning her against the island a little more.

I put my smoothie down next to her on the counter, put my hands on her hips, she puts her hands on my neck, and I lift her up onto the counter. Now I am between her legs, which press in on my sides. She is smiling and licking her lips a little.

Dipping my spoon into her cup, I drip a tiny amount onto her neck. “Oops,” I say, and I lean in to lick it off her neck. I see the tiny soft hairs on her neck stand up as I do so. Another drip goes onto her lips, her collarbone, and her shoulder, and each one is slowly and teasingly cleaned up between kisses. She looks at me with a knowing “Two can play that game…” smirk and plays along. Now a drip begins to run down between her breasts, and she squeals from the cold. I quiet her with a kiss.

“Why don’t you take that sport bra off so I can clean up my mess?” I ask.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” she says, biting her lip as she pulls the bra top off. Rather than responding to her question, I just continue to chase the drips of smoothie, which are happening on her neck, her collarbone, and the upper plush curves of her breast. More kisses follow.

I take a mouthful of smoothie and start to slide towards her right nipple. I feel her legs start to press in on me in anticipation of the shock. Her nipples are already firm and wanting attention. I slip my mouth around it as she grabs my hair. “Oh…that’s…mmmm” as my warm tongue begins to move around her nipple and spread the liquid out.

“Why don’t you lie back?” I suggest, and she does so on the countertop. More drips occur, now on breasts, her firm belly, and closer and closer to the waistband of her pink shorts. I run my hands along her legs as I kiss and lick my way closer and closer to the promised land.

Hermes runs into the room, meowing. “Hey, little buddy,” I say, “you’re going to have to wait. Right now I want to play with another pussy…” Tracy starts to giggle but my next drip of smoothie on the inside of her thigh makes her stop. Kneeling, I kiss and lick it clean. Another drop, on the other thigh, closer to her crotch, prompts further tender attention.

I drip a little onto her crotch now. As the smoothie has melted, the shock isn’t from the cold, but rather the location. I kiss and start to tug on her shorts with my teeth. I begin to probe around with my nose, rubbing certain special areas as I go.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we took these off?” I ask Tracy.

“Mmmmhmmm…” she says. I glance up and she’s watching me with wild eyes.

I slip my fingers under the waist band of her shorts and panties, and pull them off. They are sopping wet. Kneeling, I kiss along the inside off her thighs, and slide my hands up on either side of her trimmed mound. Her clitoris is already beginning to rise up, so I lightly touch and release it with my right index finger. Her breathing changes. I move my mouth until it is right above her little button and exhale warm air onto it, then slowly extend my tongue to press against it. Tracy breathes in sharply as we make contact.

 

[paulboulder]

I begin to steadily move my tongue up and down vertically on her clitoris, noticing how she responds verbally and physically. With my hands I gently separate her labia more so I have better access. I begin to introduce a side-to-side movement with my tongue, too, so I stimulate her up and down, right and left in an unpredictable pattern. She is breathing hard, so I know we might be near peak number one. I accelerate my pace and then begin a circular motion around and around her. Tracy’s hips move in rhythm with my licking, then tense all of the sudden. A low moan escapes her lips, and she calls out my name, “mmmmmm…Paul….mmmm…oh, oh, oh, so good…”

I gradually lighten up my tongue movements and find her right hand on the counter. I hold it and gently say, “but once is not enough to an artist….”

I return my lips and tongue to her clitoris. She is really moist and breathing deeply. I hold it in my mouth for a moment without moving and then begin to suck lightly on it. She draws a sharp breath of air in and shivers. I begin to suck harder on it and to swirl my tongue around as I do so. I feel her hands start to run through my hair, and once again, Tracy moans again.

“Like that, ooh...and…oh, yes, a little more…mmm,” she says.

Moving in for the big money, I wet my right finger and begin to rub it around the opening of her vagina. It is wet and soft. Sucking firmly on her clit, I slide my finger inside her and move it around, looking for her G-spot. I find a subtle little ridge or nub inside her vagina with my finger, about 1 and ½ inches inside. Tracy’s hands are grabbing my head firmly now, pressing my mouth around her clit as I begin a ‘come here’ movement with my finger. I feel her whole body tense and see her back arch off the counter, then with a loud cry I feel her grip my finger with her muscles as she grabs my hair. She starts gasping for air as we crest the wave and ride back down. I hear a mix of laughing and sobbing as I ease off my stimulation.

I look up at her and see her eyes are glistening with tears. “Come up here and hold me,” she says. I climb up onto the counter and lie beside her, wrapping my arms around her and holding her against my shoulder. I kiss her forehead and wipe her eyes.

“Are you ok?” I ask.

“Oh, God, Paul…I haven’t felt that kind of moment in so long…just hold me.”

We lie there together for a few minutes as her body relaxes and her breathing slows down.

“Thank you,” she says, kissing me again and again.

“It was my pleasure,” I say. She runs her hand around aimlessly on my chest.

“I must be a wreck…a sweaty, sticky, weepy hot mess,” Tracy says, starting to sit up again.

“Why don’t you go take a shower?” I suggest. “I’ll clean up in here and keep Hermes company while you do so.”

“That sounds like a great idea…just help me make sure I can walk ok…” she laughs.

I help her down from the counter. Wow, yes, she is a little wobbly. She heads off to her bedroom and I wash and wipe down the counter and put the smoothies in the fridge. I step into the living room and see her black lace bra still under the couch from last night. Getting an idea, I tuck it inside my insulated bag and start to play with Hermes on the floor. I hear Tracy turn on the water in the shower. About 30 seconds later, she appears at the doorway, looking so sexy and spent and with rumpled hair, but beaming all the same.

“Care to join me in the shower?” she asks, then turns and walks away.

 

[SpicySpirit]

I step gingerly into the hot water of the shower, still reeling from the explosive orgasm. I figured Paul wouldn't be far behind me after I made the offer for him to join. Moments later, I heard the the scrape of the shower rings as the curtain shifted and Paul climbed into the shower behind me completed naked.

"Why, hello there." I said turning to face him.

I realized that this was the first time I had seen him completed naked and attempted to be covert as I looked him up and down. His biceps were thick and shapely, which I had already noticed from our workouts and had felt when he lifted me onto the counter only moments ago. He had dark hair covering his chest and trailing down to his tightly toned abs. Below his abs, I spied his hardening cock, which I had become well acquainted with yesterday evening.

I placed my hands on his shoulders, pulling him in close, the warm water cascading down our bodies. His hands went to my lower back and I felt his hard length press against my pelvis and stomach. Our lips met again, our tongues playfully flicking as the warm, water trailed down our faces and into our mouths, leaving a slight metallic taste. There sure was something sexy about kissing under water. As we continued to kiss, Paul's hands moved lower to grip my buttocks firmly.

After a few minutes, I pulled away to grab a pink loofah hanging from the faucet and covered it in a citrus-scented body soap.

"Do you if you do me?" I offered handing it to him.

"Did you need to ask?" He laughed, taking the loofah and squeezing it, the fresh smell filling the shower.

He was tender as he lathered my collar bone, trailed down circling my breasts, and then my belly button. Taking his time, he drew the loofah down past my pelvis, pressing it against my still swollen slit, as he met my eyes. Paul took a hand to my shoulder gently turning me around. I felt the warmth of his chest against my back, as he leaned in to brush his lips against my neck, then moving to whisper in my ear.

"Up for another round?" he taunted.

Turning my head towards him, I sighed. "I wish, but I don't know if I have it in me. That last one was pretty epic."

He kissed my shoulder and then proceeded to lather my back, taking a moment to run his fingers across the small sunflower tattoo on my left shoulder. I suppose it had been hidden from view by my sports bra and dress. I giggled a little as pulled the loofah down between my buttocks and then proceeded to bend down to clean each of my legs. Pulling the handheld shower wand down, he thorough rinsed my body including between my legs.

"It's my turn," I teased, stealing the loofah from his hands and adding another round of soap to it.

I took my time lathering his chest, torso, and legs, purposefully, skipping over his erect cock. I gently took his shoulder turning him around to soap up his back and firm ass, giving it a playful slap when I was done. Before he could protest, I moved in close, my breasts pressed against his back, reaching around to soap up his hard-on, feeling the reverberations of his moan bounce off my own skin.

Once he was sufficiently soaped up, I grasped his shaft with my fingers and began stroking. It wasn't long before Paul turned to face me taking my face in his hands, running his lips over mine, while I continued running my hands up and down his length. As our kissing intensified, I massaged harder and faster. His kisses became more erratic and I knew I was close.

"Mmmmm... fuck... Tracy..." the words spilled out between his breaths.

I leaned my face close to his ear and whispered, "Your turn." This sent him over the edge and I felt his warm, stickiness spill over my hands, mixing with the warm water. I finished rinsing him off with the shower wand and then turn off the water. I grab two towels from the towel rack, tossing one his way.

"Now that we're clean, I need something to eat after all that. DoorDash...?" I offered.

 

[paulboulder]

Tuesday, 6:55 AM – my alarm rings. Time to go! I need to get in a good run before I head to the university. My neck is stiff -what’s up with that? Oh, yes – I was in a few unusual postures yesterday afternoon. It was for a very noble cause.

I grab my phone to send Tracy a good morning text.

PAUL: Hey there, beautiful – how are you this morning?

A moment later, a response:

TRACY: Hi! Aren’t you sweet! I am doing great today. Getting ready for your run? Gotta work off that Indian food we ordered last night, huh? That Saag Paneer was amazing. I am looking forward to seeing your place this evening. So you have a treadmill, stationary bike, fitness bands and free weights?

PAUL: Yes, slipping on my shoes now. I do have all those things plus two yoga mats. We can do some weights and flexibility together. I’ll make us a big salad to have afterwards.

TRACY: I love it when we do flexibility together…

PAUL: So do I! Maybe I could give you one of my famous massages afterward?

TRACY: How do you expect me to concentrate at work all day when you tempt me with treats like that?

PAUL: Maybe you like being distracted at work???

TRACY: Absolutely, LOL. Hey, did you happen to see my bra? The one I wore on Sunday?

PAUL: The one I enjoyed taking off of you? I do so love your breasts…

TRACY: Yes, the one I am glad you removed before it ended up the “splash zone.”

PAUL: The one that was under your living room couch yesterday?

TRACY: Yes! I looked there and can’t find it. It’s too big for Hermes to do anything with…hang on – you seem to know a lot about its whereabouts….

PAUL: You mean this bra?

I grab the bra out of the insulated bag, hold it at arm’s length and take a photo of it.

TRACY: You didn’t! You little shit!

She sends me a picture of her making a mock angry face and making a big fist.

PAUL: I am holding it hostage. You need to pay the ransom to get it back.

TRACY: Anything…that’s my favorite bra.

PAUL: ANYTHING???

TRACY: You have a naughty, naughty mind…..

PAUL: I will wash it for you and you can pick it up tonight when you’re here.

TRACY: Thanks, hun. What time? Is 5:30 ok again?

PAUL: Yes, can’t wait.

I slip her bra on just for fun and take a selfie and send it to her.

TRACY: Don’t you get your man hairs on my best bra! Bye for now – I have to dash.

PAUL: Me, too. I am really loving our afternoons and evenings together. See you soon.

TRACY: heart emojis

I put down my phone and slip out the front door to run, stopping for a second to give Ivan, Jessie and Lauren’s cat, a playful scratch around the ears. He sniffs my hand suspiciously.

I say to him, “Yes, buddy, I’ve been playing with another cat recently. Well, actually TWO other cats. Don’t be jealous – Hermes is just a little baby.”

Six miles later, I am back and getting ready for my workday. 5:30 PM can’t come fast enough. Maybe sometime soon, Tracy and I will wake up together for the first time. Well, that thought will put a spring in my step today!

 

[SpicySpirit]

I had finished my morning routine by putting on a pair of high waisted khaki trousers and a black sleeveless turtleneck. I was relieved to be able to "dress down" a little today since I had no meetings or presentations on the books. As I was feeding Hermes, I heard the familiar ping on my phone.

I picked up my phone, half expecting and half hoping to see another message from Paul, but instead I saw Derek's name at the top of my screen.

DEREK: My flight gets in at 6:10 on Friday. Still able to pick me up?

I was truly eager to see my big brother. Homesickness would creep up when I least expected it and he would definitely help alleviate some of those feelings.

TRACY: Will be there with a huge ass sign with your name on it. You won't be able to miss me

DEREK: Don't you dare!!!

TRACY: Well maybe if you bring me some Cape Whoopies and Moxie, I will think about it.

DEREK: But then I will have to pack a checked bag.

TRACY: Pleeaaaseeee (I send him a selfie with my best puppy dog pout)

DEREK: Fine, you are lucky you are my only little sister.

TRACY: Love you!!! I have some new friends to introduce you to, so you better be on your best behavior...

I might need to call Derek and fill him in a little before he arrived. I didn't want to do it over text. Over the years, he and Will had become best friends, so things hadn't been hard just for me. He will get along with Paul... at least, I hoped. It just may take some time. Paul would also need more information and a little warning before meeting one of my family members for the first time. I assumed he would want to meet him at least...

The morning seemed to drag, even after a second cup of coffee. Around 11am, David stopped by my desk, leaning in closer than necessary.

"We got the Pearson contract," he announced with a little less fanfare than it actually deserved.

"That's amazing! I was wondering how long it would take then to get back to us with a decision. When do we start working with them?" I was grateful the events over the last few days hadn't made any impact on the presentation Monday.

"Well, I came by to offer you lead on the project. You would meet with their Chief Marketing Officer and Chief Strategy Officer over Zoom tomorrow to get the ball rolling," he continued.

"Thank you for your confidence in me," I respond with a genuine smile, relieved that my personal distractions over the last few days had not affected Monday's presentation.

"You earned it, Tracy," placing a hand on my shoulder as he smiled and winked. He was close enough that the faint smell of alcohol drifted into my nose. He then turned and retreated to his office closing the door. I resisted the urge to brush off my shoulder, my external smile faltering slightly; however, internally, I was felt like I was winning the lottery this week.

Penny and I managed to sneak off during our lunch break to Manola's Thai, a restaurant we frequented a few times a month at minimum. Over mango fried rice and spring rolls, we talked about the new contract, and I gave her some tamed down tidbits recounting my dates over the last two days. Penny stared at me with wide eyes through her hot pink cat-eye glasses, soaking in my every word. Glancing over her vibrant pink and purple patterned dress that exuded friendliness and fun, I had a thought.

"Hey, what are you up to this weekend?" I prompted. I had been wanting to hang out with Penny more outside of work, as one of the one few female friendships I had happened to spark since moving here.

"I was planning to bake and play some new video games, but that's pretty flexible. What did you have in mind?"

"So, my brother is coming to town for a visit - I promise this isn't a set up - " I quickly interjected, though admittedly I thought Derek might take a liking to her. Selfishly, I was also hoped her presence would make Derek's introduction to Paul a little easier.

I continued, "I just thought it might be nice to take him to a local restaurant and introduce him to some of my new friends. This is also my not-so-subtle way of saying I would love to hang out with you more outside of work. It's nice to have a local female friend."

"Sure thing! What kind of food does he like? Did you have somewhere in mind? I could make a list..." Penny quickly started spouting off a million ideas, and I sighed, relieved she was interested.

The rest of the day went by about the same, but when my wrist watch read 5:00pm, I was out the door and in my car. I quickly dropped by the house to change into my workout clothes and grab a bonus set of clothes for later. After feeding and playing with Hermes for a few minutes, I texted Paul.

TRACY: On my way!

PAUL: See you soon

I pulled into his driveway at 5:28pm. A large single-story rancher that was a blend of contemporary and Mediterranean influences. The beige stucco and arched entryway felt very earthy and inviting. Knocking on the mahogany door, a little a tickle at my ankles and looked down to see a larger calico cat rubbing against my leg.

"Hey buddy, Paul didn't mention anything about having a cat..." I bent down to scratch the back of his ears.

I heard a feminine voice pipe up from the next yard.

"Ivan, leave that poor woman alone, she doesn't have any food for you." I looked up to see Lauren standing on her front porch.

"He's yours?" I stand up, greeting her. Ivan answered the question for her bouncing back over to his owner.

"Yes, but he often ends up over in Paul's yard. Tracy, right?" She gave me a welcoming smile.

"Yes, Lauren and your husband is Jessie?" I was pleased to remember their names even though I was multi-tasking at the restaurant that night.

"Yes, that is us. Good to see you again." She waved as she opened the door letting Ivan in the house.

At that moment, Paul opened the door with a smile ushering me inside.

 

[paulboulder]

My workday mercifully ended a bit earlier, as one of my appointments was cancelled. This gave me a bit more time before Tracy arrived for our planned workout. I had teased her with the prospect of a massage, so I thought it would be prudent to get some high-quality scented massage lotion from my student Kyle; he is a professional massage therapist. A quick call confirmed he could give me a small bottle, so I drove over to his clinic on my way home. I gave him a tip for his kindness.

I got home at 4:30. OK, an hour till she arrives, I thought. I changed into a t-shirt and running shorts and began to get the house and food ready. I first went back to the bathroom in the master bedroom. I started a little DIY renovation project in the guest bath, making it unusable, so I wanted to make sure clean towels were laid out. I picked up a pair of large beach towels and threw them in the dryer for 20 minutes to get them warm. Nothing like a warm snuggly towel on your body when you’re getting a massage! While I was in the bathroom, I checked to see if Tracy’s bra was dry. I had hung it in front of the glass brick window on the ledge next to the bathtub where it would get warmth from the sun. It was almost dry. I stepped back out of the tub. It was one of the big selling points for buying the house – deep, large enough to really be comfortable, and jacuzzi jets. Great for sore legs after a long run. I went to the kitchen and made a large salad for the two of us, along with dicing up two cooked chicken breasts to put on top of it. Yum.

Tracy messaged me and said she would be there soon. I’d hardly put down the phone when I heard her at the door.

“Welcome to my house!” I said, giving her a smooch. She was wearing a snug-in-all-the-right-places white sleeveless tee, black biking shorts, and tennis shoes. She also had a small bag with her with an extra set of clothes in them. We weren’t running this time.

“I’ve missed you today. I have been waiting to see you all day!” she said, closing the door behind her and pressing up against me. I paid her back for her patience with another, better kiss. Her blonde hair looked so lovely rolling off her shoulders that I started to sing the opening of Faure’s song, Lydia:

“Lydia sur tes roses joues, Et sur ton col frais et si blanc, Roule étincelant l'or fluide que tu dénoues…”
“Vous chantez très bien! Parlez-vous français?” Tracy asked eagerly.
“Un peu. Je le lis et je l’écris mieux que je le parle,” I said more slowly. “Maybe I can stick to English for now?”
She laughed and asked me to show her around the house. I gave her the nickel tour, pointing out the music room with the piano, the living room, Robbie’s old room, my office, and let her peek into the master bedroom.
“Oh, king size bed…I bet you get lost in it by yourself,” she said, throwing me a sly look and slipping her arm around me. “I’m thirsty – can I get some water?”
“Sure,” I said, and we walked back to the kitchen to get some from the refrigerator door. I saw her look at the two photos I had looked at recently.
“Is that Robbie and Natalie with you?” she asked. “He’s such a good looking guy – and so tall! You’re 5’10” or so, right?”
“Yes, he’s 6’3” – got that from his grandfathers, and from Natalie – she’s as tall as I am,” I said.
Tracy added, “She is beautiful. She looks like a model.”
“Robbie got all his good looks from his mom. And you’re actually right – Nat did some fitness modeling, as well as teaching dance and working as a fitness trainer,” I replied.
“You all look so happy. So this one is his high school graduation, and the other is his undergrad at BU?” Tracy asked.
“Yes. We were so proud of him, especially at his high school graduation. He was valedictorian, in spite of the fact that was the year of the divorce.” I paused for a second. “Everything is great between us – she is still one of my best friends; our divorce was very gentle and amicable and was the best thing in the world for us. We have a family group text and write all the time, and have a family zoom call every other week. Wonderful mom to Robbie, so easy to co-parent with, and I am very happy for her.”
Tracy slipped her hand inside mine and smiled at me. I could see this put her at ease. She then brightly said, “Well, are we going to work out? And more importantly, am I going to get that promised massage?”
“Yes and yes! Look what I have (showing her the massage lotion)!”
She squealed with glee and jogged over to front room where all my fitness equipment is. Dumbells (5, 10, and 20 lbs), exercise bands with different resistance, a stationary bike, treadmill, and two yoga mats.
She began riding the stationary bike while I did some light weights. I looked over at her firm legs and tight ass and started feeling a good bit of envy for the bike seat….
She told me about getting the lead on the new contract, and her fun lunch with Penny, her friend from work. Thinking ahead, I said, “I just made us a light salad for tonight, but I’d love to have you over for a real fancy dinner that I prep for you. Maybe this weekend?”
“Oh, I need to talk with you about this weekend,” she said. “My brother Derek is flying in on Friday late afternoon and will be in town until Sunday afternoon.”
“Cool, I’d love to meet him. Maybe dinner here Friday night – it would give me a chance to make a good impression on him,” I said.
“Well, I was kind of thinking about you meeting him at a restaurant. I was thinking maybe of inviting Penny, too, so you both could meet her,” Tracy replied.
“Sure, that’s cool, maybe we could do both?” I suggested. “Dinner out on Friday, if he’s not too tired from the flight, and dinner here on Saturday night? Then we watch a movie together here and relax?”
“Hmm, that might work. Let me talk to him,” she answered. I sensed there more to it than what she was saying, but didn’t want to press the issue.
After 10 minutes on the bike, Tracy stopped and asked if I wanted to do some yoga with her. I told her I knew a basic sunrise salutation and a couple of asanas – triangle, mountain, warrior, etc. – but I was game to learn more. We had a lot of fun, although I was distracted by how flexible she was and how great her bootie looked in those bike shorts.
“So, big fella,” she said, putting her arms around my neck and giving me a sweaty, wet kiss, “time for you to pay up for stealing my bra. I want my massage, and I want it now!” she said, in mock anger.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, shutting the front blinds. “Why don’t you get comfortable on that mat. I’ll go get some warm towels and be back with the lotion.” I walked to the dryer, got the towels, and when I returned Tracy was lying on the mat face down, with her shoes and shirt off.
“I remember the last time you gave me a massage,” she said, “and look what happened after that.”

 

[paulboulder]

I knelt next to Tracy on the mat. I thought she might be too warm to use the towels just yet, so I put them to the side.

Kissing her lightly on the shoulders, I softly asked if I could take off her bra. “Yes,” came the reply. She raised up once I had the clasp loosened and I moved the bra to the side.

“No stealing that one, Paul,” she teased.

Getting my hands warm, I began to work the lotion into her neck, shoulders, and upper back. Tracy let out light hums of satisfaction from time to time as I worked my way with long firm strokes gradually down to her hips. Her breathing was slow and deep.

“OK, can we take the shorts off now? I want to work on your hips and bum,” I asked.

“And feel up my ass…?” she asked.

“Just doing my job, ma’am,” I replied.

“Sure. Just pull them down with my panties.”

Soon she lay naked before me. I slowly eased my hands onto her lower back and began to work in outward circles, my hands moving out and around her very delicious ass. I struggled with making this a more professional rather than sexual type massage, and the raging hard on I had now wasn’t helping. From time to time, Tracy let out a low sigh. I worked my way past her butt and down her thighs, muscular calves, and finally her feet. I paused for a second. She was fast asleep. Oh well…I covered her with a towel and went into the kitchen for a drink of water.

Soon I heard a yawn and then a soft voice. “Come back. I felt so good I just dozed off.”

I walked back into the room and found that she’d rolled over onto her back and was under the towel completely.

“Aren’t you going to do the other side,” she asked with a contented smile. She looked so beautiful and so relaxed.

“Yes, it would be my pleasure,“ I answered, kneeling down beside her and stroking her face gently with the back of my hand.

I began to work on her collarbone area and lean, long arms, taking care to hold each hand in my now very warm hands. Then I slowly pulled back the towel and exposed her full, round breasts. I gently began to massage them in circles, more sensually than sexually. Tracy continued to breathe easily, trusting my touch. I then worked along the side of her ribcage and abs, making long strokes from one side to the other. Then I slid down and worked from her feet back up her legs. I noticed that she gently moved her legs apart as I got higher and higher. Pausing briefly, I moved back beside her and leaned down to kiss her. Her eyes, which were closed, slowly opened. “Haven’t you forgotten something?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh, no, not forgotten. I saved the best until last." I lay beside her, supporting my upper body on my left elbow and forearm, and started to move my lotion covered right hand slowly downward. As I reached the blonde mound between her legs, I slowed and leaned in for another kiss. I started to move my hand in a light stroking fashion through her pubic hair and kissed her again. Her mouth opened and our tongues met. I probed more deeply with my fingers and found her very moist outer lips. I ran a finger over them and eased still more pressure to move past them to her already firm clit. Tracy’s tongue began to move faster in my mouth, and her breathing accelerated. Taking three fingers, I placed my index and fourth fingers in place to anchor her vulva open and began to tease the length of her swollen sex faster and faster. I mixed that action with sliding my fingers down to slip inside her and rub her G-spot. She seemed most responsive to my touch on her clit, so I focused my efforts there and on kissing her deeper and deeper with my tongue. She began to vocalize while we kissed, and her kissing became more and more passionate. She brought her left hand up to my head and began to stroke my face as she moaned. Again, I saw her eyes start to glisten a little, like she was crying, and then she broke away from my kissing to utter a deep, long moan. I gradually let my hand slow down and then stop. She continued to stroke my face, wipe away a few tears, and kiss me. We lay together quietly for a few moments.

“Oh, Paul, you are so good at that. This was so different from yesterday. Yesterday was explosive almost. Today it was just this warm wave that built and built and washed over me. It was so good to have you kissing me when that happened. I just felt so loved and cared for….” Tracy said. I heard her stop herself after having said loved.

We lay together a few more minutes, and then she turned to me with a smile.

“Well, I hate to break a romantic moment, but I REALLY need to pee now.” She sat up, pulled the towel around herself and headed for the guest bathroom.

“Oh, not that one,” I said, “I am doing a remodel in there. Use the one in the master.”

“OK!” she laughed and wobbled her way towards my bedroom.

I got up and went to the kitchen sink to wash my hands. I heard the toilet flush and then heard a “There’s my bra!”

“Yes,” I called. “Is it dry?”

She didn’t reply, or at least I couldn’t hear one, because I heard her turn the water on. I guessed she was going to take a shower to rinse all the lotion off.

I started to get two plates out and to bring the salad out of the refrigerator.

Twirling the bra around in her hand, Tracy reappeared at my bedroom door, wrapped in the towel.

“Hi,” she said, walking up to me and touching my chest. “You didn’t tell me you had a bathtub for two with jacuzzi jets…”

“No, I guess I forgot to mention that,” I smiled.

She let the towel fall to the floor.

“Race you there…”

 

[SpicySpirit]

I heard Paul close the refrigerator door, as I perched on the edge of the jacuzzi tub facing the door. I sat with my legs crossed completely naked, as he stepped into the doorway.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," he breathed, his hands on either side of the door frame. I ran a hand under the faucet, checking the temperature and turned back to him.

"It would be even better if I weren't the only one naked. We may have to figure out something to do until this tub fills up," I turned back to Paul, biting my lip.

"I have a few ideas..." He quickly stripped and threw his gym clothes into the laundry basket, his cock hardening with every step.

"So do I," I reached out for him as he came over, placing my hands on either side of his hips.

Sitting at the edge of the jacuzzi, I was in a perfect position for his cock to meet my lips. I took the bottom of his shaft in my hands, as I ran my tongue from the base of his shaft to the head. I took my time, staring up at him playfully, feeling him tense the closer I got to the tip.

“Damn Tracy…” he moaned softly as I flicked my tongue against the tip.

I smiled in response, then took his whole shaft into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. I felt his hands run through my hair to the back of my head, gently pressing me just a little bit further into his pelvis. I swallowed him as far as I could, letting out a moan before my gag reflex kicked in. Paul let out a louder low moan and I felt his thighs shiver against my skin.

“I’m not going to last long like this,” he sighed.

“That’s good because I have until this tub fills up to take care of you,” I answered coyly, continuing to massage his erection.

I wrapped my lips back around his cock, sucking a little and using my hands at the base. I could taste the salt from his sweat and from his precum. This turned me on more and I picked up my tempo and felt his hands press more firmly against the back of my head.

Before long, I felt him throbbing against my tongue and cheeks, close to the edge, and once again I took him deep into the back of my throat.

“I’m… I’m…going to…” he got out some words between shallow breaths.

I moaned a response, the vibrations encasing his slick shaft.

“I’m cumming…Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed. I felt his whole body shudder and I placed my hands on his ass, as I swallowed all of his salty goodness.

I let his spasms fade before pulling away and wiping the corner of my mouth looking up with a smirk.

“Did I earn my bra back?” I teased.

He laughed before leaning down to give me a deep kiss. I turned off the faucet and lowered myself into the steamy water waiting for him to join me.
After regaining his composure, he climbed into the water behind me, opening his legs so I could settle back against his chest. Before I could lean back I felt his fingertips tracing the sunflower tattoo on my back.

“So, tell me about this tattoo. I didn’t notice it until yesterday and meant to ask you.”

I let him finish tracing it before leaning back against him, allowing him to wrap his arms around my chest. I took a pause, longer than I am sure he anticipated, and grounded myself before answering.

“I love sunflowers, they have always been my favorite… But they were also the flowers for my wedding bouquet.” I wasn’t looking at him, but I could feel the shift in his body behind me. My breath hitched before I could continue, and I felt my eyes start to sting. I stared at the other side of the tub, not wanting Paul to see the pain on my face.

“My husband, Will… He died almost four years ago.” At that point, I couldn’t keep the tears in, as a few escaped down my cheeks. “It was sudden and unexpected.”

Paul’s arms tightened around me in response.

“I am so sorry, Tracy,” he spoke softly into my hair, his breath warming my ear.

“You are the first person I have been with since…” I trailed off. “I really, really like you and I am sorry for being so emotional. I honestly wasn’t sure how I would feel about this, I haven’t really dated anyone, and I know we have been moving fast…and…and…”

The words tumbled out and before I knew it I was quietly sobbing into his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. I started to calm down as he stroked my back gently.

He didn’t press any further and we sat quietly in the hot water, the sounds of the jets providing white noise to complement the silence. I was relieved to finally share that with him, knowing it was the first step in moving forward.

 

[paulboulder]

Tracy lay on my chest wrapped in my arms. What a whirlwind the last fifteen minutes had been.

From playfully inviting me to join her in the bathtub to the most amazing oral sex experience of my life (no one had ever done anything like that before!) to weeping in my arms about her late husband…my head was reeling.

Tracy could be an absolute tigress when it came to initiating and pleasuring me but was fragile and vulnerable whenever I did the same for her. Now I was beginning to understand why. The sexual release I had given her opened emotional doors that had been locked for a very long time. I was honored she felt so comfortable with me.

I didn’t know what to do or to say. I just held on tight to her to reassure her that I was real and here and that I cared about her. I felt that my presence could tell her more than words.

“You are the first person I have been with since…” she had said. Those words rang true with me, too. I hadn’t been with anyone since Nat and I split up.

Tracy had been open and had just revealed much about her still very raw pain to me. Part of me longed to tell her about my journey these last five years, so she could understand what happened between me and Nat (and Jennifer and Evan, too…) – but to do so would be selfish – like “oh, I’ve been hurt, too.” That would be what the hurt and empty part of me wanted to say, rather than what Tracy needed to hear now. This was her moment, and I needed to be there for her, in silence and acceptance.

I stroked her back and her hair and just lay with her in her release and grief as the water washed over us. I kissed her forehead and smiled at her as she looked up at me.

“You always seem to find me looking like a hot mess, Paul,” she said, after a long silence.

“Some of the best things in life are a little bit messy. You look beautiful to me,” I replied.

“I really, really like you, too, Tracy. This has moved fast, but I don’t regret anything, and am open to wherever this leads,” I continued.

I felt her right hand reach for mine. I held it, thought for a second, and then said:

“The first time you held my hand on Sunday as we were hiking in the park…that time, and every time since then…when your hand slips into mine, it just feels…”

“Right…” she said.

“Yes. Right. Whole,” I answered.

She squeezed my hand and nuzzled against my chest. We lay there for a few more moments in silence.

“I am starting to get hungry,” Tracy said, turning towards me. “I guess we should get out of this tub now.”

“Yes, in a minute,” I said, noticing where the main jet of the tub was relative to us, and hatching a little idea. “Before we get out, I wanted to show you a few other features of the tub.”

“Is this the infomercial I have to sit through to get dinner?” she laughed.

“I think you’ll enjoy this. Now, if I press this button (I reached up to the first of two round disks on the edge of the basin), watch what happens.” I pressed the button and the pressure of the jets increased by about 50 percent. The water rolled much more vigorously, especially in front of us. “Then, I turn the second button,” I said, which opened the air intake to the system, so that the tub was now filled with thousands of small bubbles shooting out from the jets.

Tracy began to laugh with joy. “It feels amazing – like lots of touches and tickles and kisses all over my body all at once,” she said. She pressed against me and squeezed my hand again.

“OK, now lean back against me, and spread your legs,” I said in a low voice right in her ear.

The main jet was now sending a stream of bubbles directly at her pussy.

“Ahhhhhhhhh…..” she said, shivering and giggling despite the very warm water. “Oh, I like these extra features….” She leaned back against me and lay her head back on my shoulder. I slid my hands along her thighs and up to her breasts. I cupped them both, one in each hand, and began to gently roll her nipples between my thumb and index fingers. She started to make little sounds of contentment and pleasure.

“Oh, Paul…hmm, yes, that’s right, gently,” she said.

“And now I can whisper all sorts of naughty things into your ear while you enjoy yourself,” I said. I continued to tease her left nipple with my left hand and slid my right hand down to the gap between her legs.

“Like how I can’t wait to have you on top of me, looking each other in the eyes as I penetrate you for the first time….” I said, and as I did so, I took my index and middle fingers of my right hand and slowly applied firm and steady pressure until her lower lips parted and my fingers eased into her vagina. I kept them still as Tracy breathed in deeply and pressed back against me. My cock began to get hard again, and it slipped between her buttocks, nestling upright between the two firm mounds.

“I can’t wait to kiss you deeply and suck on your nipples and grab your ass as you ride me and as I thrust up into you,” I said in a low breathy voice. “Feel how hard my cock is now against your ass and imagine it deep inside of you.” I began to run my two fingers up and down the length of her clitoris, then inside her again, slowly at first, then faster and faster – down and in and curling back with my fingers until I rubbed her G-spot, then out and up to start the cycle over. Tracy’s legs began to shake a little, and she began to moan.

“I can’t wait to flip you over, hook my arms under your knees, spread your legs apart and plunge my cock in and out of you,” I growled, pushing harder with my fingers. Tracy grabbed the wrist of my hand and urged me faster. Her left nipple was rock hard and warm to the touch.

“I want to bury myself to the hilt inside you and fill you up with every drop of cum I have,” I said, through my teeth. This was the magic trigger, for Tracy began to arch her back and cry out my name. Her hand clinched on my wrist again, pressing my fingers deep inside her as the bubbles washed over her body. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she said again and again. We eased to a stop, and once more, she lay wrapped up in my arms, her eyes wet and a flush to her cheeks.

We lay for a few more moments in post-sex bliss, wordlessly enjoying the feel of our bodies against each other, skin on skin. Her breathing became relaxed again.

“OK, now that we’ve had dessert first, let’s go eat!” I said.

 

[SpicySpirit]

Despite wanting to see Paul again the next day, I had to work late, had some errands to run and chores to take care of before Derek arrived on Friday. I also felt guilty about leaving Hermes alone most of the previous evening. I had texted Derek earlier in the day, telling him to call me when he got home from work.

Hermes was jumping in and out of my laundry basket, as I attempted to pull pieces out and fold them on my bed when my cell phone rang.

"Hey, you... You are working late." Derek was the Director of Parks and Recreation for the city of Portland. He frequently had events and activities that ran into evenings.

"You're one to talk," his voice came across the phone like the shoulder check he would have given me had we been in person.

"Touché. So, I wanted to check in with you on some plans for this weekend. After I pick you up on Friday, I was hoping we could go out to dinner so you could meet some of my new Texas friends."

"Sure... Friends like that girl from work. Parker... Paisley...wasn't it?"

"Close. Penny. Yes, and Paul."

"Penny and Paul. Is that her boyfriend?"

"No. Not her boyfriend" I paused, trying to decide how to approach this with him. "Not her boyfriend," was how it sounded in my head.

"Oh, another work friend then?" I couldn't tell if he was fishing for more information or it was a casual throw away remark.

"No, he is a friend I just made recently. A workout friend. We met doing runs in the neighborhood," I kept things vague, still trying to feel out what Derek was thinking without actually being able to see his facial expressions. Yeah, a friend I officially "met" four days ago, have had 3 dates with, and have been naked with each and every one of those dates... Thankfully, Derek couldn't see my face as I am sure those thoughts would have been written on it plain as day.

"So a 'guy' friend or a 'boy' friend, you have been hanging out with?" he pressed and I knew I had to at least introduce the idea that Paul might be more than a platonic friend.

"We've been on a few dates." I admitted. He didn't have to know they had all been in one week.

Derek was silent for longer than I would have liked. I stood still trying to listen for any hint of a reaction through the speaker of the phone. I had been absently folding clothes through our conversation and had been so focused on talking to him that I hadn't noticed Hermes stealing folded clothes off the bed and dragging them onto the floor. I gave Hermes a little shoo and then grabbed the clothes from the floor to refold.

"Derek... still there?"

"Oh... yeah... I'm still here. Okay, then, I'll see you Friday." I could sense his mood shifting by the tone in his voice. Unfortunately, without the visual, I couldn't tell what that mood that was.

"Ok. See you then. Love you Dek." It was the nickname I used for him sometimes. When I was a toddler, I couldn't say "De-rek" and had shortened it to Dek. The name had stuck, but I was the only one who could call him that.

"Love you." His answer was short and sweet as I heard the ding of him ending the call. The week had been going so well, and I had been so excited for Derek's visit. Now, I wasn't sure what Friday would actually look like.

 

[paulboulder]

Wednesday evening, and it was almost time for my every other week zoom chat with Robbie and Natalie. We have a long conversation on alternate Wednesday nights to stay connected as a family. There’s no real agenda other than to be together and share what’s happening in our lives.

As I sat in front of my home computer waiting for them to log in, I thought how it had worked out well that Tracy and I were taking a night off tonight. She had a bunch of errands to run and needed to get her place ready for the visit of her brother Derek from Maine. I also felt it was probably a good idea for us both to have a mellow night after all the emotional release about her late husband Will. What was the old saying, “Be kind to everyone; you never know who is silently fighting a battle.” She certainly had been doing so….

Before my mind could wander too long over the last few days, however, my screen changed and Robbie appeared. He looked good and was obviously very happy.

ME: Hey buddy, don’t you look happy! It’s great to see you!

ROBBIE: Yeah, Dad, I am. Had an exam today in one of my classes and I feel like I crushed it. Then I took a run on the Rock Creek Park trail and was so pumped from the exam. The miles just flew by.

ME: I love runs like that. I’ve had a few this week that have been like that.

NATALIE: Howdy, boys! How are my two favorite guys?

Natalie had popped up on the screen while I was talking. She had her long brunette hair in a braid and was wiping sweat off her neck and face with a towel. Her face had that familiar post-workout flush to it. She was dressed in a black leotard and was sitting in her office at Lioness, the women’s fitness club she founded in Atlanta.

ME: Hey there! It’s great to see you.

ROBBIE: Hey Mom, that exam I texted you about this morning – I am certain I killed it. Very stoked!

NATALIE: That’s wonderful, Robbie – so proud of you.

ME: Wednesday night Zumba class?

NATALIE: Yeah, it’s a lot of fun, and quite a workout. I put together a new playlist for the class this morning and everyone in the class loved it.

ROBBIE: So….how was your date, Dad? The hike at Friedrich Park with the lady in the neighborhood?

His voice and facial expression had just a hint of insinuation about it. I hadn’t said anything to Nat about it.

NATALIE: Date? Paul – you had a date? This is big news. Inquiring minds want to know. Come on, spill the tea….Robbie, you knew about this and didn’t tell me?

ROBBIE: I was so busy studying for my test I forgot to say anything about it…..

A notification on the Chat feature appeared. Robbie had sent me a wink emoji.

ME: So…. I’ve seen this gal all summer out walking or running – she lives close to the middle school. I’m usually on my bike and she’s always been walking or running, and we got to saying hello as we passed each other – just friendly, but I thought she was really attractive, around 40 or so.

NATALIE: Why am I surprised that you met her while working out? I seem to recall meeting you in much the same way….

ROBBIE: Oh, here we go, another parental walk down Memory Lane (mimes playing the violin).

ME: (with mock frustration): Do you want me to answer or not?

NATALIE and ROBBIE: Yes!

ME: Well, on Saturday, I was on my bike – I was doing 40 minutes ride, 40 run, 40 ride – and…ok, so I sort of planned my route to go around the outer loop of that part of the neighborhood where I always have seen her…

Natalie burst into laughter.

ME (ignoring her laughter and talking over it): SO AS I WAS SAYING…I saw her, said “Hey, don’t you look great today!” and rode on by, hoping to see her again on my next lap. I didn't, but when I got to the track, she was there running. We struck up a conversation, very fun and a little flirty, and I ended up asking her to go for a hike.

ROBBIE: Mom, I swear, that’s all I knew. I talked to Dad on Sunday morning before he left to meet her….but he HAD mentioned seeing her several times while he was out running or riding…

ME: Whose side are you on, kid??

NATALIE (still giggling): Friedrich Park. Nice choice. Some more remote trails, if my memory serves…

ME: Anyway…we met up and had a great time. Her name is Tracy, and she moved here a few months ago. She’s from Portland, Maine.

I paused to think about how much I wanted to say. My going on a date was pretty big news in itself – not to mention there had been three dates and quite a bit of physical action between us. I guess my delay was longer than intended, for Nat jumped in….

NATALIE (beginning to laugh again): Excuse me, cat got your tongue? Earth to Paul, come in, Paul, do you read me?

ROBBIE: Yeah, Dad – how did it go?

ME: We had a really great time. We have had dinner together once at La Mariposa and have met for workouts since then.

I realized my choice of the word ‘workouts’ might open me up for some serious teasing as soon as the word left my lips. I was right.

NATALIE: “Workouts.” (making air quotes with her hands).

She paused long enough to let that inuendo sink in, then smiled.

NATALIE: Paul, I’m teasing – just really happy for you. It sounds like you have some things in common. Has she been married before?

ME: Yes, but her husband passed away a few years ago. I don’t know much more than that. She said she took the job here in San Antonio to kind of get a fresh start. Anyway, we’re having fun getting to know each other and spending time together. Her brother is coming into town this weekend, and it looks like I will get to meet him at least once while he’s here.

I managed to fail to mention the after-dinner festivities on Sunday, the smoothie caper on Monday, and the jacuzzi last night. Didn’t think this call needed an NC-17 rating.

ME: Nat, any update on the expansion plans for the club?

NATALIE: Nothing yet. We’re still running the numbers on the financials and doing a little legwork on possible locations. I will let you know. I've been meeting with a few possible investors as well.

ROBBIE: Sweet! Are you looking in Sandy Springs or Roswell?

NATALIE: Still Sandy Springs – we have our best customer visibility here.

ME: Nice. You doing ok, though?

NATALIE: Yes, I love being busy and having new projects. Just need to remember to take time for myself. It’s always great connecting with you two to keep me grounded. But I’m going to need to scoot in a second – I have to close up.

ME: Alrighty, take care, sweetie. Say hi to Jen for me.

NATALIE: Will do. I love you guys (blows a kiss to us on screen).

ROBBIE: Love you, too, Mom. Talk soon.

Robbie and I said our goodbyes, and then I ended the meeting. I wanted to send Tracy a quick good night text before settling down for the night.

PAUL: Hey, beautiful, hope you had a productive night. Give Hermes a little scratch for me. Tell him I will see him soon. Sweet dreams! XXOO

 

[SpicySpirit]

It was Friday, I sat on a bench near the baggage claim at San Antonio International Airport, fidgeting with the zipper on my purse. As much as I was longing to see my big brother, I found myself equally dreading it. His flight had already landed and I was just searching for the next wave of bodies to descend upon the conveyer belt.

Finally, I saw the next crowd come down the hallway from Arrivals, and spotted my brother's head towering above some of the shorter women in front of him. I started dodging and weaving in between groups of people, making my way over to him.

"Derek!" I yelled and saw his eyes meet mine. Forgetting about the awkwardness at the end of our last conversation, I ran into his arms. I hugged him as he squeezed me and lifted me off of the floor.

"My Buddy!" I hugged him tighter.

"Kid Sister!" he echoed back. Nicknames we only used for each other. Meaning he couldn't be that upset with me... could he? Derek was my only sibling. He was one of my best friends and my protector. He had been there for me through some of the darkest moments after Will's death, but I knew he was struggling and in pain as much as I was. It's hard to treat a wound, when you are also wounded.

I was relieved he didn't bring anything up on the walk back to Short Term Parking, where my Jeep was waiting. I knew there would be a conversation at some point, but wasn't sure when the other shoe was going to drop.

I had made reservations for Domingo, a restaurant on the River Walk. A touristy place, that wasn't so touristy that locals avoided it. Paul and Penny were meeting us there. As I drove us to the restaurant, I tried to point out various buildings and landmarks, trying to focus on San Antonio the city instead of my relationships in San Antonio.

Maybe everything will be okay, I thought. We parked and made our way down the sidewalk, as I tried to reassure myself. Unfortunately, sometimes there are too many questions left unanswered and too many things left unsaid.

 

[paulboulder]

Penny and I waited for Tracy and Derek to appear at Domingo. We'd arrived at almost the same moment, and though we'd never met, Tracy's description of Penny was spot on in helping me identify her. The pink cat's eye glasses and, shall we say, VIBRANT colored wardrobe were unmistakable. The girl has a thing for pink.

"Penny?" I said as she approached the hostess table.

"Paul? Tracy was right, you are cute...Good to meet you! I have heard a lot about you this week..." she said with a little twinkle in her eye.

"I take it all good?" I said, wondering how much Tracy had shared. Not too many details, I hoped.

"Oh, yes. She's happier than I have seen her since she started with us, so whatever you guys have going is working," she said warmly.

We checked in with the hostess, who was going to seat us outdoors since the weather was nice. We told her we were waiting on two more and stood by the bar looking at the drinks menu until Tracy and Derek showed up.

I could see why Tracy liked Penny. She was fun to talk to, had a quick wit, was down to earth, and radiated good energy. That might come in handy tonight, as I couldn't help reflecting on Tracy's worry about how things were going to go with Derek meeting me. Hopefully Penny's vibe would help keep things flowing smoothly.

Tracy hadn't said too much about Derek on Thursday over dinner beyond that he was her big (and only) brother, that he'd been close to her husband Will, too, and that he took the role of being big brother pretty seriously when it came to looking out for her. She'd said we should probably go easy on any PDAs until we got a read on how Derek felt about me. I told her we would have to make up for lost time once Derek left.

Tracy texted and said they had just parked the car and would be arriving at the restaurant soon. I kept an eye on the door while Penny kept me in stitches with jokes poking fun at her and Tracy's boss, David. Penny's imitation of him hitting on anything in a skirt was hysterical.

Just then, I spotted Tracy at the door. She looked beautiful, but also a little anxious. God, I thought, I love her blond hair and blue eyes. Next to her was a tall man with similar features as hers, and the same blue eyes. Penny and I walked over to greet them.

"Hey, Tracy!" Penny said, giving her a well-needed hug. Tracy shot me a 'here we go' look over Penny's shoulder. At the same time, I stuck out my hand to shake Derek's.

"Hi, Derek, welcome to San Antonio. I'm Paul. It's great to meet you! Good flight down here?" I greeted him with a warm smile, strong eye contact, and a firm handshake. I got the strong eye contact and firm handshake in return, but his face was hard to read. He was a few inches taller than me, maybe 6'1" or 6’2”, and I guessed about the same age as me.

"Hi Paul, yes, a good flight. Nice to meet you, too. I'm looking forward to talking more with you," he said. I immediately felt I was being scrutinized.

"Hey," Tracy said, breaking in and giving me a quick but warm hug (no big PDAs). "Is our table ready?"

"Yes, we're sitting outside along the river. Let's go!" I said, gesturing to the hostess. She grabbed four menus and led us down the stone steps and by two cypress trees to the Riverwalk level seating.

 

[SpicySpirit]

As we were being seated, I made a calculated decision to sit next to Derek and across from Paul. It would keep us from being tempted to get too handsy and would save Paul from being directly across from Derek the whole evening. Derek could be intimidating and I wanted to spare him as much as possible. I thought Paul would understand given what we had discussed yesterday. I also hoped that Derek being across from Penny would help too. She was a friendly, funny and attractive woman.

Derek had never been married. He had been through several long relationships and one engagement that had ended badly. To my knowledge, he hadn't been seeing anyone recently. I wasn't trying to set him up with Penny, but definitely thought they might get along given the chance.

Penny was a lifesaver, as she quickly started a conversation without skipping a beat. While I hadn't given her the full details, I had insinuated to her that tonight might be a little tense. Penny was one of the very few people in Texas who knew about my husband. Thankfully, she was still on board to come and I made note that I would have to invite her out for a girls' night sometime soon.

"I am definitely ordering some street corn as an appetizer for the table," Penny chirped to the group . "I also really love the Baja Fish Tacos, if anyone is looking for something to try. Derek, how was your flight?"

As Penny bantered back and forth with Derek, I took the toe of my shoe and rubbed it up the side of Paul's leg as an apology. We made eye contact, I gave him an encouraging smile, and I was relieved to see that he understood.

The waiter, Jake, came over to take our drink order, and I quickly asked him to get a Cantarito Bowl for the table - apparently a traditional Mexican cocktail with lots of tequila. I knew I was going to need something to help make it through this evening, this could at least take the edge off. Maybe for all of us...

Penny and Derek seemed to be hitting things off and I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when Derek's attention turned to Paul.

"So Penny, I've heard a lot about you from Tracy over the last few months, but Paul, I've haven't heard much about you. When did you and Tracy start working out together?"

I gave Derek an elbow in the ribs under the table, while attempting to keep a smile on my face. His question itself wasn't loaded and seemingly very innocent. It was the tone in his voice that I knew all too well, and internally I braced myself for the direction the evening was about to take.

 

[paulboulder]

Derek looked at me, and I noticed how much his eyes, though blue like Tracy’s, now had a steely, almost cold appearance to them that hers did not have. I was being sized up.

“Thanks for asking,” I said, keeping my tone light and casual. “We ran into each other – well, not actually RAN into each other,” I said, trying to make a bad pun, “at the middle school track that’s near where both of us live. She was out for a run and so was I. We chatted a bit, and I asked if she’d like to go for a hike at one of the parks nearby. We did – that was not too long ago, right?” I said, looking at Tracy, who nodded. “We’ve met up for a few runs and had dinner last Sunday at a great place not too far from here.” Derek seemed to take all this in like he was calculating the number of times we’d seen each other. He already had another question ready.

“Ok,” he said, not breaking his gaze, “tell me a little more about yourself. What brought you to San Antonio?”

“I came here twenty years ago when I was offered a tenure-track job at the university,” I replied. “I still have that professor position and also consult for a medical device startup.”

Derek took another sip from his drink. I shot a look over at Tracy, who gave me a little smile and raised her eyebrows slightly. One question down.

“So like to work out?” Derek asked.

“Yes, I do. I do the occasional road race and even a triathlon from time to time. I run, bike, swim, lift,” I replied. “You look like you keep yourself fit, too.”

“Thanks, I do,” he replied. I saw him shoot a quick look over at Tracy and then back to me. She smiled and said nothing. Two questions down.

“How old are you, Paul? Any family?” Derek asked, taking another sip from his drink and looking at me intently. Here we go, I thought.

“I’m 46 and have a 22 year old son, Robbie, who just started grad school at Georgetown.” I replied casually. I waited to let him ask the next, obvious question.

“A son. I am sure you are very proud of him. So you were married in the past?” Derek leaned forward slightly as he asked this question, his gaze becoming more focused now.

“Yes, my ex-wife Natalie and I married right after undergrad, and Robbie was born two years later. We divorced in May five years ago. We still get along great and have a wonderful relationship with Robbie,” I added, returning his gaze, but being careful to keep my tone light and casual. Tracy was watching the shots volley back and forth across the table. I felt her leg press against mine.

“So if you and your ex-wife get along so great, why’d you get divorced, Paul?” Derek asked, beginning to let go of any pretense about the intention of his questions.

“Derek, is this really necessary?” Tracy said quietly but with a firmness that was unmistakable.

“No, it’s ok, Tracy,” I said. “I’m happy to answer Derek’s question.” She looked at me with eyes that said ‘you don’t have to do this.’ I felt her hand slip into mine out of sight under the small table.

“If you’re going to date my sister, I think I have an obligation to see what kind of a man you are. I’m all ears, Paul,” Derek said, and he leaned back in his chair and spread his arms wider in an act of dominance. The steel in his eyes was blazing hot now. I returned it with a confident smile.

“I appreciate that you are protective of Tracy. That shows that you love her very much, and you only want what’s best for her, especially when you’re more than a thousand miles away. You take your role as big brother very seriously. I respect you for that,” I began, keeping my voice calm and speaking at a deliberate pace. Tracy gave my hand a squeeze. Penny was busy looking down in her lap as this all played out, trying very hard not to be seen. I couldn’t blame her. I’d hide, too, if I was the only person at the table without a target on me.

“My ex-wife and I met in college. Natalie and her BFF from high school, Jennifer, were roommates, and I met them both simultaneously, as we lived in the same apartment complex. Nat and I married, with Jennifer serving as her maid of honor; a few weeks later Jennifer married, and Nat was her matron of honor. Jennifer married Evan, a really nice guy who was a native of San Antonio. Just a super decent guy, with an easy, deep laugh. He loved Jen like crazy,” I explained.

“I’m sure there’s a point to all this somewhere,” Derek said, interrupting me and taking another sip from his drink. “Go on.” Tracy shot him an annoyed look but said nothing.

I began again: “Nat and I lived in Kansas City after college, while Jennifer moved with Evan to San Antonio to be near his family. Then the job opened in San Antonio, and I applied and took it when it was offered, at Nat’s urging. After that, she and Jen were inseparable – meeting up for lunch, taking girls’ trips together, trading off babysitting. Evan and I bonded over football games and cookouts.”

I paused to take a sip of my water. The wait staff continued to mill around us, serving other tables nearby, but we were oblivious to what they were doing. Tracy’s fingers interlaced with mine. She was watching me closely, and so was Derek, who seemed to be a bit restless, but was still listening carefully.

I continued: “Six years ago Nat and Jen took a girls’ cruise together. This was right before the start of Robbie’s senior year in high school. They’d done this before, so it wasn’t a big deal. But when Natalie returned, she sat down and wanted to talk with me. She said she needed to be honest with herself and with me. She proceeded to tell me she and Jen had been lovers since high school.”

Tracy’s eyes went wide. Derek’s gaze at me flickered for a second, then returned.

I forged ahead. “Natalie was torn. She loved me, but she also loved Jen, her first, original love. Jen told Evan the same thing, and he was just crushed. Within a few weeks, he had filed for divorce. Evan left San Antonio, and I think he’s remarried. Natalie and I continued as a married couple for a bit, but with the secret out in the open now. Then we did a trial separation. We were honest with Robbie and stressed no matter what that we loved him, we were still a family, and we’d always be so.”

Tracy’s hand was clutching mine. The steel in Derek’s eyes was beginning to blaze less brightly.

“I was struggling with what to do. I came across a great quote by Thomas Aquinas: ‘To love is to will the good of the other.’ That made it all clear: If I really loved Natalie, then I needed to put what was right for her first. So I invited her over. I simply said to her, ‘How long will it be before you can finally be together with your first love? It’s time for me to let you go.’ We had a good cry together, told Robbie of our decision, and started the paperwork on the divorce. It was finalized the first of May five years ago.”

Tracy’s eyes were beginning to glisten again. Her hand was still clinging to mine. I gave it a reassuring squeeze.

I caught Derek’s eyes again, and now mine were the ones blazing. “You asked what kind of man I am. Natalie and Jennifer were married the next year after the divorce. Her father had long since passed away, so I was the one to walk Nat down the aisle to give her away. It was one of the most beautiful yet painful moments of my life.” I paused for a moment, thinking about the best way to wrap this up with Derek, then said: “I am the kind of man who can put aside my own fears and past and what I want for whatever is good and right for those that I care about.” I held his gaze for a good ten seconds, then looked over at Tracy. I waited to see how he’d respond.

 

[SpicySpirit]

In the silence that followed, poor Jake had the impeccable timing to approach the table with our cocktails.

“Have you decided what you would like to order?” he asked looking around, after no one immediately answered he ascertained that the mood had shifted at our table.

Derek’s eyes had dropped to the table and then he used the interruption to take a sip from his water glass.

“Just…uhhh…We’ll need a few more minutes,” Penny finally offered to the uncomfortable waiter. Jake nodded and quickly moved to his next table.

I was still shell-shocked by what had happened in the past few moments. I knew Paul’s ex-wife had remarried, but hadn’t found the right time yet to ask about the circumstances.

“Well, that… is very admirable.” Derek found his voice, taking a pause as he chose his words carefully. I could tell this bombshell had thrown him off balance. I’m not sure what he had expected Paul’s story to be, but it clearly wasn’t what I had expected either.

I gave Paul’s hand a squeeze under the table, as I glanced over to inspect Derek’s expression. The intensity in Derek’s eyes had faded, but I couldn’t read his expression.

“I need to use the men’s, I’ll be back,” Derek stood abruptly and left the table, weaving through the tables to the indoor area.

Penny looked over to me wide-eyed and then grabbed her cocktail taking a long swig. When she finally took a breath, she muttered, “Wow. I know you said it might be tense, but I was not prepared.”

“Penny, I owe you. Dinner next week? Your choice? I promise just me and you, no drama,” I looked at her hoping I could convey the gratitude I felt.

“Deal,” she said, taking another sip.

My eyes shifted to Paul’s and I realized there was so much to say, and my thoughts were all over the place. “I… I’m so sorry… for Derek… for what happened with Natalie… I didn’t expect… he’s normally not this intense… “

“It’s okay,” Paul’s hand moved to my knee under the table to give it a reassuring squeeze. I took a deep breath before standing up.

“I will be back, just need a moment,” I gave Paul a quick kiss, turning before I walked away, “Feel free to drink as much as you want of that before I get back.”

I found Derek at the restaurant bar, taking a shot of Jack Daniels. As he saw me approach, I could see the look of shame on his face.

“This doesn’t look like the men’s room…” I started trying to keep the mood lighter.

“Trace - I am sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a dick,” Derek’s softened eyes hesitated before meeting mine.

“I know you are doing the protective big brother thing, but you can take it down a notch.” I perched on the bar stool next to him.

“Do you blame me? I’m just worried about you. You move thousands of miles away to somewhere where you don’t know anyone. And then all of a sudden out of nowhere you are dating a guy I’ve never heard of. No warning.”

Derek had taken it pretty hard when I had decided to take the job offer. One of several unresolved issues between us, but I could only handle one issue at a time right now. Our stools were close enough that I could lean in and give him a side hug, placing my head on his shoulder.

“I know and I wasn’t sure how to tell you. It really has just developed recently, I promise. I haven’t been hiding anything from you. It has moved a little quickly - “

Before I could continue, Derek gave me a look I hadn’t seen in years and I held up a hand in response before he could say more.

“I knew you were going to be judgy, that is why I didn’t want to tell you how recent it was. But I am being cautious. Paul really is an amazing man and I like him a lot. I want you to give him a chance.”

“Does he know about -” Derek started.

“About Will? Yes, he knows that he died, and that it was unexpected,” Even three years later, it always felt surreal saying it out loud. Neither of us needed to add a word, we felt the weight between us. An open wound we both still were nursing in our own ways.

I gave him another quick squeeze before hopping off the stool.

“Come on, let’s get back to the table. You need to pick out something to eat and I am sure after another round of drinks, all will be forgiven.”

 

[paulboulder]

Tracy and Derek soon returned from the bathroom, although I caught a whiff of something that was definitely not bathroom-smelling on Derek’s breath as he sat down. I was glad for the attitude adjustment he seemed to have had once he returned, whether it was from something at the bar or a chat with Tracy.

The rest of dinner passed without any more drama, thanks to Penny’s good cheer, and perhaps also because I won us a round of drinks by joining the strolling mariachi group on Maria Grever’s great romantic song, “Jurame.” The big fella on the guitarron who was their lead singer was surprised by my classically trained voice and let me take over after only the second phrase of the song. I hammed it up and knelt before Tracy with arms wide to sing the last two parts of the refrain:

“Bésame
con un beso enamorado,
como nadie me ha besado
desde el día en que nací.

Quiéreme,
quiéreme hasta la locura
y así sabrás la amargura
que estoy sufriendo por ti.”

Even Derek’s mood seemed to lighten up a bit after that. He seemed to be taking in the fun vibe of the Riverwalk on a Friday night finally – although it could have just been the tequila and the fatigue of the plane trip catching up to him. I was happy to see a mellower version of him at this point.

Tracy and I were careful about drinking since we were both driving. Just one for each for us, plus a lot of water. Penny, on the other hand, decided to live it up without any restraints and was getting an Uber to take her home. After the fireworks show she’d just sat through, I was happy to win her another round for her trouble. The girl could pound the drinks.

Soon we were heading back up the stairs to the street level to find our cars. I was in the opposite direction from Tracy’s car, so we stood together with Penny until her Uber showed up and then said our good nights. I said I would swing by Tracy’s house in the morning on my run to see if anyone wanted to join me for a few miles. Something told me I might not have any takers. Tracy came close to give me a kiss goodnight (under Derek’s somewhat watchful eye), and then we went our separate ways.

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The light of morning gently filled the room....I was in a bed...

Tracy's blue eyes were fixed on mine, her right hand was stroking my face....her body was above me, pressing against me...she felt so warm and wonderful....Then, leaning forward and kissing me, her breasts softly against my chest, I felt her push back with her hips, and I slid inside her for the first time....Then she was on her knees before me, and I was behind her, clutching her hips and thrusting forward as she rocked back...Then I was on top of her, holding her face in my hands and looking at her tenderly as she wrapped her legs around me to pull me into her even farther...I was between her legs, sucking on her firm clit, circling it with my tongue again and again as she clung to my head with both hands...she was on top of me again...

I awoke with a start in my dark bedroom.

"Oh sleep, why dost thou leave me, why thy visionary joys remove, o sleep again deceive me..."

 

[SpicySpirit]

I laid under my covers the next morning, Hermes curled up at the foot of the bed. Thinking through the events of the previous night, things could have gone better, but they also could have gone much worse. What would Derek’s mood be like today? I would soon find out, but I wasn’t ready to leave my sanctuary, even for the promise of a sugary coffee.

Reaching over for my phone on the nightstand, I had a sudden thought. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt to sleep in, but still had on a lacy black bra and underwear from the previous evening. I went into my bathroom and took off the shirt, taking a moment to check my face and hair in the mirror. I took a quick selfie, and began typing a message to Paul.

TRACY: Good morning handsome. I hope you will accept this as an apology for last night…

I attached the photo and sat on the bench in my bathroom waiting to see if Paul was awake.

 

[paulboulder]

I had no sooner crawled out of the bed and wandered to the bathroom when my phone pinged.

It was a text from Tracy, with a photo of her in a black bra and panties. Lacy, too. Well, that's a good way to start the day, I thought. She was apologizing about last night.

PAUL: Don't you look delicious! Good morning to you. No need to apologize, and I am sorry if dropping all the bombshells about what happened with Natalie caught you off guard. I hope you slept well! I had a amazing dream about you. Ok, about you and me.

TRACY: And...?

PAUL: Well, we were making love in the early morning light.

TRACY: Mmmm, that does sound like a good dream. Well, if we can't be making that dream come true right now, the least you could do is send me a picture back....

I sent her a quick shot of my ass reflected in the mirror

TRACY: Hahahaha. See you in a bit? Let me see about Derek’s mood this morning before I commit to a run. But come by and we can go from there.

PAUL: Sounds good. See you soon, sweetie.

I sent her another selfie of me blowing her a kiss

30 minutes later, I had my shoes and shorts on and was heading out the door.