I woke early the next morning. Sarah was sleeping soundly. She was uncovered except for one leg that was haphazardly tucked under the sheet. Her breasts sat high on her chest and her legs were apart slightly. Her hair framed her peaceful face, and she had a half smile on her lips. I stared at her for a long time, knowing that I would have to leave her today. I felt my body coming alive. I wanted us to make love before I left, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea. I quietly crept from the bed, careful not to wake Sarah.
I went into my bathroom and stepped into the shower. My bathroom needed to look “used” since Anita was coming to clean. After I dressed I unmade my bed. Anita wouldn’t question Sarah staying in the guest suite instead of the room she usually occupied, but I couldn’t give her reason to question my sleeping arrangements!
It took a little over an hour to drive into Minneapolis and was greeted by my secretary when I arrived. I returned some calls and signed some checks, but my mind was not on business. Not a good thing for the owner of a multi-million dollar company. All I could think about was the outcome of my lunch date. If anyone could help me, Joe could. I was counting on him.
I arrived for lunch early. I had a martini to calm my nerves. Rachel and I had been friends with Joe and his wife, Sue, for many years. I didn’t know how he would feel about what I was going to ask him to do, and I was nervous discussing my situation with him. I was lost in thought about how to bring up the subject when he arrived. He commented on how distracted I seemed to be. I thought to myself, ‘It’s now or never, Paul’ and made my request. “Joe, I need you to locate some property for me.” Since I am a developer and Joe is a realtor this did not seem like an unusual request, initially. I went on to explain.
“I think it’s time that I have a place in the city. I have a new project that will require a lot of my personal attention, and Rachel has always thought it would be a good idea for me to have a place to crash on late nights.” Joe nodded his head; this all made perfect sense to him. As I continued to explain what I was looking for – luxurious space in a high rise, staff that was trustworthy and didn’t question the activities that took place in the building a place that wasn’t in the center of the city’s activity, AND most importantly, needed to be fairly close to the university. Joe took a deep breath and took a big swallow of his drink. One eyebrow was raised when he said, “Paul, are you SURE about this?” I said ‘yes’, I was sure; I couldn’t live without her. He said he had a couple of ideas, but didn’t know how soon they would be available. I told him I needed the apartment by the end of next week! He looked at me in disbelief. “I hope she’s worth it, buddy,” he said as he stood and shook my hand. I assured him she was and was relieved that he never asked who she was.
The drive home was longer than it had ever been. I was barely inside the door, and I quickly started stripping off my clothes. I couldn’t wait to see Sarah. I wanted to hold her in my arms; to feel her skin; to kiss her lips. I went to the bar, filled a glass with ice and mixed a strong drink. I had a couple of swallows; then I set out to find Sarah. It seemed like a lifetime since I left her this morning. I called out to her. Then I noticed a sandle on the floor. The mate for it was down the hallway a bit. As I walked on, I came upon a pair of tiny yellow spandex shorts; I could just imagine those cupping Sarah’s sweet ass! I turned and walked down the hall to the guest suite and found a short, cropped t-shirt on the floor in the doorway, bur Sarah was nowhere to be seen in the room. I walked toward the room that was usually Sarah’s and found her sheer bra lying on the bed, but no sign of Sarah. I picked the bra up and examined the cups. I couldn’t understand how something so thin and sheer could support such full breasts. Then I remembered how they were perched on her chest; how they jut out strong and proud. They didn’t need support. I was feeling flushed; I just wanted to get to her.
I looked around for another clue as to where I might find her. Tucked away in the corner of this wing of the house was a spiral staircase that led to my home office. I had designed it here so that it would be away from the wing with the most activity. I thought I could see something hanging down from one of the stairs about halfway up. I approached the staircase and strained to see Sarah’s tiny thong. I bounded up the stairs and scooped it up and put the thong up to my face. I could smell her scent. My heart felt like it was in my throat. It had been fun playing “hide and seek”, but I was ready for Sarah. When I reached the landing, I noticed the doors to my office were closed. I had no doubt that Sarah was waiting for me behind them. I reached for the knob; my hand was shaking. I slowly opened the door and what I saw took my breath away. |