Lisa's Co-Worker - Part 4 (Patreon)

This is a work of fiction that describes explicit mature content between 18+ adults. Viewer discretion is advised.

*

The next morning, once again, I felt awkward facing Andrew after such a tense evening prior. I knew it wasn't his fault, or mine, that we didn't have a sexual rendezvous, but I was frustrated.

"Morning, boss," Andrew said. How could he be so nonchalant? And how did he manage to wear those pants so well? I shook my head as I caught myself glancing.

"Morning, subject," I teased. We were supposed to work out before we headed to the office. I didn't bring anything spectacular to Florida, but some old yoga pants and a simple tee. Yet, I felt myself feel sort of warm, and entirely unprofessional when Andrew's eyes once again scanned my figure. There was no lust, but he appreciated my body. I did the same, I had to admit.

He was wearing loose shorts, which still allowed his long legs and athletic build to show. Tree trunks in their own right, to be honest. He was built like a machine. He wasn't big and bulky but looked quite strong. When he turned to lead the way to the gym, I could see the muscle in his back even through his shirt.

'Lucky me who knows what's under there,' I found myself thinking. I had become more brazen in my thoughts it seemed. A mistake while going for a late-night swim in the pool might do that to you.

"So, what do you want to do?" Andrew asked.

"I have no idea. I haven't done a single workout since before Penny was born," I replied.

"Lisa, tsk tsk, you gotta take care of yourself," Andrew teased.

"I thought you liked the way I looked," I said, teasing him back. Andrew blushed.

"Touché. And you're right, you should do a lot of deep squats. I'll sit on a bench right behind you and make sure your form is just right," Andrew said with a smile.

"That's not what I said?" I laughed.

"What now? You want to do hip thrusts too? Cable flies?" Andrew said, continuing his barrage of little jokes.

"If this is just an excuse for you to gawk at me, I'm leaving," I shot back. Andrew zipped his mouth. It was all in good fun, though. I didn't mind at all. In fact, how dynamic we were, how we were able to joke with one another... it was very nice.

"What about we just do some machines?" he asked, gesturing to a shoulder press machine. "Warm up here and just keep it nice and chill," he suggested.

"Sounds reasonable," I replied. "I actually used to work out a lot before, but I doubt I'm in any good shape now."

"No worries," Andrew said, his hand gently touching my lower back for me to go first, finding a shoulder machine for us to work out on. 

I think he wanted to see how strong I was so he wouldn't 'out-perform' me or something, or make me self-conscious. I mean, I did a set and when Andrew did his, he barely increased the weight and he easily moved it around as if it was no weight at all. He was clearly holding back.

"It's all right," I chuckled. "There's no need to let me ruin your workout."

"Wh-what d-do you mean? This is so-so fucking he-heavy!" he grunted, pretending to struggle with 80 lbs on the machine.

"Come on, Andrew. Show me what you got," I demanded, earning a look from him.

"Alright," he said, putting the weight up at max, 200 lbs. "This is a bit heavier than a warm-up set, but the lady demands it."

He pressed it ten times easily and, surprisingly, did his sets pretty quickly too. I didn't want Andrew to feel like a circus act, but his display made me want to see what other feats of strength he could do.

After the shoulder press machine, we moved to do some lateral raises, face-pulls, and other exercises that made our little workout into a full shoulder and arm session. But by the time we did curls, I had to ask one more time.

"So... how much can you curl?" I asked, almost sounding like a teenager, even biting my lip before blushing a bit.

Andrew raised a brow but chose not to tease. Instead, he picked up two 60-pound dumbbells and started doing hammer curls.

"I prefer these over regular curls, and not too heavy as I’m working for durability more than pure strength," he explained. I didn't mind at all. I was treated to a display of raw strength, arms flexing, and even a vein appearing on both arms as he moved the weight.

"Hmm-hmmm," I replied, earning another glance from Andrew. He just shook his head with a grin. Did his jawline become extra pronounced when he sweated, or was it just me?

"I'm calling HR," Andrew teased.

"Tables turned," I smirked.

"Come on, your turn," he said, even smacking my ass for me to get going. I let out a surprised yelp but sent him a look while chewing my bottom lip letting him know it was very naughty of him to treat his married superior like this.

After a few minutes on the treadmill, which we both spent just talking about nothing, it was time to get ready for the day. I expected to feel tired and exhausted... I mean, I was, but it was oddly refreshing working out. It was not even 7 AM and I wasn't sleepy at all. It felt fantastic, I could definitely get used to this!

And, the main reason for the early wake-up, Andrew had been incredibly fun. We had joked, teased, and otherwise acted like two old friends with a physical attraction toward one another, but there was no flirt, there was no push, no seduction... nothing that would force either of us into something we were not prepared for. He had kept it professional, though by that look in his eyes and that extra bounce in his step... I'd say it had been more fun than either of us would've hoped.

I could have ended that, and this, right here and there. But as we sat eating a quick breakfast in the hotel cafeteria, Andrew sipping his coffee, and me sipping my juice, I took it all in. I admired him, more than ever, and not just as a man. The ease with which he did almost everything, how he simply lived, how he talked, how he even acted as if we had a familiarity beyond the obvious. It was not superficial, not fake, not forced.

A part of me still held a massive guilt trip on what Jeff would think, or how I had betrayed our marriage by kissing this wonderful man last night and even further indulging in his company, enjoying talking and being with him. Hanging out with him as if we were lifelong friends... as if we were, dare I say it, a couple in some sense.

Yet I had my excuses that Jeff had made his bed and left me with mine. Maybe it was true that he didn't appreciate me. I felt guilty for even musing over the notion, but after everything I had been through recently, with Jeff and Andrew, I realized how much I needed someone to appreciate me. Jeff had failed me in every regard, and Andrew made sure to pick up the slack.

And I had no idea what to do with this, whether to take the risk and indulge myself, or stay on the safe side of things, perhaps even ruining my chances to find out if this was real or just a passing phase for both of us.

It was all so confusing.

*

We continued doing interviews most of the day, and between each place we went, we listened to the tapes and discussed and analyzed what had transpired. In our offices in Indiana, this was what we did most anyway, so it was the task we were given in Florida as well. Andrew drove, which meant I could work on my laptop, transcribing and writing down as much as I could. Having almost fucked up on that previous deadline made my diligence work double-time.

We stopped for a quick bite before heading back to the hotel. We didn't get far when my phone rang.

"Hi, hon," Jeff said. I felt my blood turn to ice. While it wasn't unusual for me to not think of Jeff while I worked, hearing his voice for the first time since everything had happened with Andrew sort of brought it all back for me. Guilt. Regret. Second thoughts and contemplation of whether I was ruining a family I had been part of building up. "How's everything going? I've missed you."

Jeff certainly coated it on thick with the sweet talk. He both called me hon and talked to me without scorn.

"I've missed you too," I said, though I couldn't bring myself to say it with a lot of emotion, getting an 'aw' from Jeff. "And it's going great, actually. Actually, I was thinking, like we talked about, if you and the kids wanted to come down to visit this weekend. I'm dying to see those little rascals, and they'd love the beach."

"Sure thing," Jeff said cheerfully. He was in a much better mood than the last time I talked to him. Just as well. His jealousy and possessiveness were so overbearing. Maybe that was why I had such a great time with Andrew. There was no negative tension. But here I was, comparing my husband to some other guy again. And not just some other guy if we’re honest. "I actually thought I'd grab the kids early and head down to you Thursday. Like you did for me."

"I have work Friday," I tried.

"I know. We’ll be down there late Thursday anyway and on Friday I'll just take the kids mini-golfing and hang out by the pool, then we can go out to eat like a proper family, and keep Saturday open for Disney World or something. Sounds like a plan?" Jeff suggested. For once, he was the one coming up with the plans. What was this?

"It sounds wonderful," I said, beaming. "What has gotten you in such a lovely mood?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm realizing how much pain in the ass these two kids are," Jeff joked. "I'm just kidding."

"You better be," I chuckled. "Okay, I better get going. Talk to you later?"

"Definitely," Jeff said.

I hung up feeling... conflicted. I had always been the one who had to be home to take care of the kids while Jeff went off to do his own thing. He never took the initiative like this, to take them down to me to spend time together as a family. Was this something he was trying to do to make amends? Or was he trying to use this as a chance to rekindle something that had long died in our marriage?

And now I felt even worse for everything that I had done and hoped for with Andrew. I looked over at him, expecting him to look hurt, but he simply smiled.

"Let me know if you need a babysitter," he said sounding quite genuine in that he was truly excited to meet those rascals again.

"That's okay," I said.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted and ready to call it a night," Andrew said. "Unless you want to go for a swim or something."

"No, I'm good. Let's just... let's call it a day. I'll go through these in my room or something. A bottle of wine eases the mind, you know," I said, rubbing my neck. Andrew's eyes were ever steadfast in noticing my discomfort. And he probably sensed what was going on in my head, perhaps even better than I did.

"Like a wise hot babe once said, I don't want things to be awkward. We don't. It's all good," he said, putting his brave face on, and taking my hand in his much bigger paws. "We're friends. We can go out and have a drink without it being anything else."

I wanted to believe him.

"You're right. Just... I need to get my head straight. I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

"Sleep tight, boss," Andrew said, giving me a quick squeeze of my hand.

*

As I sat in my room, I felt guilty. Jeff had sounded so much better, and he even wanted to take the kids out to visit me. That was a lot more than what I had gotten from him in years. Perhaps he was realizing that we had grown somewhat apart, that his wife needed appreciation for all the things I managed throughout the day? Or perhaps the extra time with the kids had made him realize what he had been missing out on?

It was odd to be feeling guilty for feeling guilty. I mean, what about Andrew? My body had ached for him in ways I couldn't understand. I felt drawn to him, not just by his good looks and the way he treated me, but by something else. Something deeper. We were able to talk, we could joke and tease one another.

I was so frustrated that I couldn't even enjoy a glass of wine without thinking of Andrew and the kiss we shared. God, how it had burned so passionately when our lips met!

Why couldn't Jeff have that sort of effect on me? Why couldn't we kiss like that?

I hated that my mind trailed like this, but I couldn't control how I felt. Andrew had done such a number on me, making me feel so desirable and appreciated. No man had ever done that. Jeff wasn't exactly bad, but he didn't give me the attention that I craved. Maybe that was subject to change now that he was coming down to visit. 

Maybe he'd let me show off in my bikini?

I had got it for myself, but he hadn't exactly appreciated me getting it as he thought it was too revealing. As if I was something to be hidden from view. As if I was something to be embarrassed about. Or perhaps that I should feel embarrassed, which I with years ended up doing. Andrew had loved it. He'd eat me up if I was wearing that now, no doubt about it.

God, he'd eat me up period!

That thought caused me to let my hand linger along the inner thigh of my right leg. I was getting wet just imagining. And yet, when Jeff's words came to my head, telling me to wear my more conservative one-piece, not liking that green dress I got just to wake up something within him, I got mad at myself. Why did I allow that insecure man to dictate what I could and couldn't wear?

I reached to the wine bottle and opened it, pouring a large glass for me to finish in one large gulp.

My legs didn't stop there. No, not at all. Instead, my hand brushed slowly towards my crotch, and then inside.

Andrew. Andrew had shown nothing but honesty, passion, and warmth toward me. I thought about how he massaged me and did everything he could, short of doing the dishes, to spoil me rotten, so much that I dozed off to sleep in the middle of him making me feel all kinds of good and sexy.

I closed my eyes and thought of those big warm hands on my back, shoulders, my feet, thighs... My mind trailed to my naughtiest daydreams of Andrew, how I wished that things were different, how he'd treat me not as a fragile flower needing care and understanding, but rather a horny, needy woman who craved her daily helping of young cock.

And as those sinful fantasies were finally released, there was no stopping. I'd say it was subconscious and nothing determined about it, but no, I wanted to think of Andrew and his big sexy body while I touched myself. I wanted to fantasize about Andrew as my finger started teasing the tip of my clit. Slowly. That was all. No rubbing. Just small, deliberate, taunting movements.

"Oh fuck," I gasped, almost surprising myself just how loud my voice carried and how lusty, needy it sounded.

Imagine what Andrew would think? If only he knew... that is... it was probably dangerous to think about him so deliberately, especially when I knew that I could indulge with the real version if I made a fateful decision. Andrew had more or less spelled it out that if I teased him too much last night that I was in deep trouble.

Oh, but I wanted to be in deep trouble. Just the mere thought of Andrew losing his composure was enough to excite me.

"Oh!" I moaned again, letting my finger move up and down along that needy little spot, my clit aching and throbbing. I felt the familiar pulse, the little convulsion and pull from deep inside, where pleasure and desperation resided in me.

I was moaning loudly, whispering naughty things to myself and just imagining Andrew would show up unannounced to show me what it feels like to be a woman. Oh God, I hadn't felt like this in years, and it was this young hunk who made it all come out in an almost unbearing fashion.

"Guh, uuahh, God– God yes!" I whimpered, my finger easily moving around my clit. Fuck the guilt, fuck what I was supposed to think or feel, I just needed this moment to last as long as it could, at least a bit more, the buildup of pleasure spreading through me, my thighs already trembling. God, he'd split me in two. I imagined a cock as big as his pushing into me, stretching me to the brim. I had held him in my hand and I knew even from just having felt him that Andrew would give me the sort of trouble I'd love to endure.

"Oh fuck, just fuck--," I moaned, burying my finger inside of myself, imagining the young, hot Andrew on his knees, pistoning and flexing that sexy ass of his while he railed this poor old wife. That was the trigger. I felt it start in my crotch. A pulse. A burn. Then a ripple. Pleasure running wild across my thighs. "Fuck!" I gasped as I began cumming, my fingers desperately digging in deeper and deeper, adding more stimulation, my body convulsing like mad.

"Nnghhh," I let out, riding that wave, as a mind-bending orgasm consumed me. Andrew's image was etched inside my mind as I released. God, I so badly wanted it to be his hand that brought me that release. 

But before I was able to ride the entire wave through, I had to... say his name. I knew, as wrong as it would be, that if I moaned his beautiful name that I'd be taken to new heights. But it was so wrong. 

And I felt so wicked so I indulged myself, whispering, "Oh Andrew, oh Andrew..." and once I did that, once I pictured him pounding me like a machine, all that worry, guilt, and self-indulgent shame evaporated as I reached an even more powerful climax. My toes were crunched together and I was sobbing, and gushing over my hand. "Aaaah–"

"Yes! Pound the, ugh, the shit out of me, guh ugh," I grunted, trying to coax as much pleasure as possible out of my dirty fantasy, finally leaning back on the bed, sweat all over me. I couldn't stop shaking, as this was not the normal, everyday orgasm. This one felt special, powerful, a fantasy, and needy experience. 

*

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I looked to my side and stared at the clock. It was almost half past eight. I had to be at work in less than 30 minutes!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

What sounded like thunderous blasts trying to knock my door off its hinges sounded way more considerate now that I was awake. Someone was trying to get a hold of me. Probably Andrew, as we should've left for the office ten minutes ago.

"Lisa? You in there?" Andrew asked, sounding more worried than stressed.

I rolled out of bed, grabbing my robe to quickly wrap myself in it. As my feet padded across the hotel carpet I looked in the mirror next to the door and realized I had a messy ponytail, and probably had pillow marks on my face. With a little frown, I unlocked the door and yanked it open to see a very concerned Andrew staring at me.

His eyes, almost involuntarily, darted down and gave me a once over, a smile coming to his handsome mug.

"Good morning. Sleeping a bit too well?" he asked as he stepped in.

"Sorry..." I said, not wanting to admit why I was completely knocked out. "And sorry for you having to see me so disheveled."

"I only regret I'm not the cause of it," Andrew chuckled. Oh, wouldn't you like to know that you indeed are the cause... "Sorry. I had to. You look cute when you're all sleepy."

"No flirting before I've gotten at least half a cup of coffee in me," I grunted. 

"Go get showered then. I'll head down and get that coffee. I already called the office and made a decent excuse, a professional one, so don't stress yourself," Andrew said, moving back toward the door.

"Thank you. Sorry for being such a mess," I said, biting my lip.

"You're not a mess, Lisa. You probably needed the extra sleep," he said with a smile, ruffling my hair before heading out.

"Yeah, something like that," I chuckled.

After a quick shower, I was dressed and ready to head out with Andrew. Our task for today was the same as the weeks prior. Interviewing, transcribing, and putting it into context for the class action lawsuit. 

Rumor has it was that the companies that were getting sued had given quite a generous offer, but the power at be seemed to think that was an indicator of how deep in shit they were. So on the army of lawyers went, marching into battles of building the case, taking on new clients, and so on.

Andrew and I worked tirelessly for the entire day. And throughout the day, I found myself stealing glances at the young man. The way he sat, how he concentrated, how he'd move his hand through his hair every time he was stuck on something.

God, what was going on with me? Why was this young man causing me to feel all these things, so many emotions I couldn't control, and yet he treated me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. He wasn't a creep, he didn't make any moves other than to rub my shoulders from time to time, he wasn't sleazy, and he didn't even act like he wanted anything more. Perhaps his only fault was that he didn't push harder. Though, that was hardly a bad quality to have.

 Andrew. The man who could give me a life again was right before my eyes, I was just too scared to assume that was what he wanted, or if that was even something I truly wanted, to admit to myself if that was even something I should entertain. I had so much at stake, and would, no, could I risk it all for something that might be a mirage?

"Ugh," I groaned, rubbing my temples. 

"Yeah, listening to old people wheezing can be exhausting," Andrew said, thinking that was why I groaned. "Should we get a carrot?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, if we're good and get these Westington Garden interviews wrapped up within the day, we treat ourselves to something?" Andrew offered.

"Sounds like an idea," I said, feeling my heart beating a tiny bit faster. Andrew smiled deviously.

"What about some fifty-dollar chocolate cake?" he asked, blowing the wind out of the balloon.

"Oh," I said. "Well, a five-dollar cake can be quite good too."

"Yes, but that's why it's a treat. It can even be my treat," Andrew said.

I knew I wanted to suggest something else entirely, like a new massage that might escalate to… well, I was sensible. Staring danger in the eyes, I knew I had to stay clear of those big strong hands of his. And chocolate cake? There's a special place in hell for the woman who lets good chocolate cake go to waste.

"Deal," I said with a smile.

"You said you painted, right?" Andrew said. 

"It was a phase. But I want that treat, so eyes on the road," I said, nodding toward the laptop.

The days until Thursday when Jeff, Penny, and Cody came to visit, couldn't pass soon enough. Tedious as it was, especially the transcribing portion, it was important work so we had to be diligent, but seeing my little angels was perhaps the biggest carrot I could get, and even going out with Jeff again, hopefully... maybe... just maybe rekindling that old flame.

I was just happy I had Andrew to keep my company, and no, not because of the things he did for me, but also because he was the only other person down here that I knew. The others, our colleagues were too young to be bothered engagingly talking to me and those that were my age had wigs too big to interact with me in any serious way beyond politeness. It didn’t help that Lisa was a tiny bit shy too, as it was always Jeff who was better at making new friends. So really, if Andrew hadn't been here, Florida would've been an incredibly lonely affair.

*

Thursday finally came around and as we were driving back to the hotel, I checked my phone to see a message from Jeff. They were on their way and would probably arrive at the hotel by the time I got there.

"You're excited," Andrew noted as he drove us back to the hotel.

"Yeah. I miss the kids," I said with a smile.

"Good to hear. Can't wait to see them," Andrew said, looking at me with a soft expression.

"You like kids, huh?" I said.

"I love them. Especially yours. I mean, they're cute, and it's so wonderful to see a family come together like that. And I know you thought I was joking, but if you need a babysitter for tomorrow evening when you and Jeff go on a lovely date, I can watch them for you," Andrew offered.

"That's sweet of you, but we're bringing them along. We're going to a kid-friendly restaurant anyway. Jeff insisted on a family night out, and I can't say I'm not looking forward to it," I replied.

"You deserve it. And you better get some dessert too, and then you can even compare their cake to the one we had earlier this week!" Andrew chuckled.

"We'll see. Might skip dessert and head to bed though. Knowing Penny and Cody, I'm dead by the time we're back," I smiled.

"Doesn't Jeff help?" Andrew asked.

"He does, but just enough and only when I ask him. When we're out, I'm often the one taking care of them as he wants a break," I said, realizing as I said how ridiculous it was. "But Jeff sounded different, so I'm hopeful."

"Different?" Andrew asked.

"He can be quite possessive and that leads to some salty behavior, but he sounded like wanted to be on my good side for the weekend, so I'm hopeful," I said.

"That perseverance is one of the things I admire about you," Andrew said with a warm chuckle. "You always look at the positive side of things, even when it doesn't seem like there is one."

"Thank you. I just don't believe in giving up," I said, though... I guess that was partly true lately. No. Positive energy. Yes.

"Here we are," Andrew said, pulling into the parking building. We had a reserved spot on the first floor, so it was a short walk until we were in the lobby. 

I had wondered if I had to go look for my little family, or if I had to call them to ask where they were, but as soon as I stepped foot in the lobby, I was assaulted by two little darlings. After a bunch of hugs and catching up on their latest week, and a scowl from Jeff as he shook Andrew's hand before the young man headed to his own, the four of us headed to our room.

I had gotten an extra bed for the kids, and it being so long since last, I was delighted to tuck them in and read them their bed time stories, even chatting a little bit more. And a little bit more. And, yes, a little bit more. It was a special occasion so they got to stay up a bit, I guess.

Jeff took the opportunity to grab a scotch on the balcony and relax after no doubt a stressful day of traveling with two kids in tow, one of whom was still in diapers. It was a while before I managed to pry myself away from the two cuties, who wanted more attention from their mother.

"Tired?" I asked as I slumped down next to the person who was my husband.

"You bet. I almost regret the trip," Jeff said, rubbing his eyes. "I don't, but don't you know it, when we were checking in, guess who suddenly wasn't there? I turned my back for half a second and suddenly Penny had found out she needed to go the bathroom," he said, sighing heavily. "Luckily she was quick and managed to hold it. But the stress was real."

"She's a good girl, though, isn't she?" I asked, leaning against Jeff's shoulder, and wrapping my arm around his.

"Yeah, she is," he said, kissing me on top of my head.

"Where do you want to go tomorrow? The kids will love the beach and maybe even a dip in the pool," I suggested. "I have to work, but you guys should enjoy yourselves regardless."

"I think we should go to that restaurant not too far. I mean, it had a ballroom. Bacteria magnets, but if it knocks them out, I'll take those germs," Jeff said.

"We'll have to hose them when we get back," I joked. "Andrew even offered to babysit them if we wanted the evening for ourselves." I didn't see it, but I knew Jeff had tensed up by his intake of breath. Fuck. The day had been good so far, why did I mention Andrew? Better yet, why did Jeff have to be such a douchebag about it? "But I told him we wanted to go out as a family."

Jeff didn't say anything right away, just downed his drink and poured himself another. He made a smacking sound with his lips.

"Yeah well, it's not like I'd trust that guy around our kids anyway," he said.

"Jesus! Jeff!" I gasped. "Why would you even say that?" I mean, one thing was to not like a guy, but holy hell that was beyond offensive.

"You never know these days," Jeff said.

I glared at him for several seconds. He seemed to realize his mistake and tried to remedy it.

"I'm sorry, it's just... you know how guys are," he said, shrugging. "He seems to be a decent guy and all, but..."

I took the bottle and topped off Jeff's whisky. "There you go. Get shitfaced," I said with way more venom than I had ever done before, then headed back inside. 

Fuck Jeff! How fucking dare he say something like that about Andrew! The young man had been nothing but an absolute gentleman, and I had the biggest urge to defend him and tell Jeff all the amazing things he had done for me, but knowing Jeff that would just lead to a big argument. I didn't want to do that in front of the kids, least of all at a hotel. What a start to the rekindling weekend that would be.

Instead, I found myself tossing and turning for quite a while until finally managed to doze off. I had no idea when Jeff came to bed, but when I woke up I heard him snoring. Which meant he had indeed gotten drunk. But I couldn't deal with any of that, as I had to go to work.

When Andrew met up with me at breakfast, he seemed to notice something was amiss.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said, not wanting to make a fuss. I still felt bad about mentioning his name last night, but it wasn't my fault! It had only been in passing. And how would Andrew even take it if I told him what Jeff had said? That he couldn't be trusted around kids? Andrew was always a very calm and patient man, but I had an inkling he'd be pissed.

"Ah," Andrew said, knowing better than to push. "Here you go," he said, handing me a small envelope.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Four past passes for Disney World. You’re going on Saturday, right? I got them from a guy who owes me too many favors," Andrew said. "One less thing to worry about."

"Wow, that is really generous of you!" I said, taking his hand and squeezing it, then caught myself and threw a glance around, blushing profusely as I knew how that squeeze might look.

"I didn't pay for them," Andrew chuckled. "Like I said, some guy owes me a few favors and gave me these. I won't use them, so I figured you guys could."

And just like that, the day was saved. A generous gesture from a sweet and considerate young man. Jeff had no reason to dislike this man. I mean, what did he even try to imply? I shook my head, determined not to focus on it, but it was so harsh for Jeff to lash out like that.

"Thank you," I said, putting the envelope away safely in my purse.

"You're welcome. Now, shall we get to work?" Andrew asked.

"Yes, let's," I said, feeling a bit more chipper than when we started breakfast.

*

Throughout the day I got several pictures and updates from how Jeff and the kids were doing. It was honestly a nice boost to the morale, and Jeff even managed a 'that was nice of him' when I told him about the fast passes Andrew had acquired for us.

But, when I got back to the hotel room, I found Jeff and the kids out, so I had some time for myself. I took a shower and relaxed on the couch for a while before they got back. It was nice to relax a bit before our date later this evening. 

I looked through my clothes and tried to gauge what to wear. I mean, on the one hand, I wanted to wear whatever I felt I would feel good in, especially now that I rekindled the desire to look good just to look good for myself, but I also wanted to not draw the ire of Jeff's jealous tendencies, especially when the kids were with us. Though, it would've been nice if Jeff could get over it already.

In the end, I put on my classic blue jeans, a blouse, and a nice blazer. It wasn't too far from what I'd wear to work, but it would surely do. And it was clothes I wasn't worried about getting ketchup all over should Penny or Colby be so inclined as to spill some all over me.

Jeff came in as I put in my last earring, eyeing me from behind. I wasn't used to him checking me out like this, not recently anyway, not without him having to criticize something about my outfit or whatever else I had done wrong. I had gotten so used to it over the years, but lately, it had become more prevalent how judgmental he could be.

"You look pretty," he said, stepping closer. Oh? Had we changed gears? I didn't exactly feel like he was sincere. He looked like he was about to say something, probably about my attire. I could see it from how he tensed his lips, but instead of saying something, he sucked them together, putting a tight smile across his mouth.

"Are you sure?" I said, pushing a little bit. I hadn't even dressed up or anything. Jeff hesitated but managed to nod.

Was he finally turning around? Why did I feel so guilty about that? Because I had sort of emotionally betrayed him? Because it was too little too late? Or perhaps some deep fucked up part of me had hoped that we'd... fade... It was a scary thought that I knew I couldn't indulge in, and the guilt along with those scary thoughts, I felt even worse.

"Yeah, of course," Jeff said, pushing some hair out of my face. "But why do you have to wear makeup? You look so, eh, good without it, you don't really need it."

"Thank you, but sometimes I need to do stuff for myself," I said, hating that his compliments always seemed like backhanded compliments like he only gave me something but tried to take something back too.

"Alright. We're not gonna start that now," Jeff sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Let's go get some food. I'm starving."

"Let's go," I said, not wanting to linger on the topic as well. He had complimented me, I could live with that, even if he followed up with his typical negativity.

The kids were already buckled in the backseat as I took the wheel. Jeff preferred to be the one driving, but as it was a company car, I thought I should be the one to drive. That way Jeff could focus on the kids and their behavior. They were in high spirits after spending the day at the beach(it was way warmer here in Florida than Indiana, besides spring was around the corner), and were talking quite vividly about Disney World tomorrow.

We made it to the restaurant and, thankfully, the kids behaved for the most part. I think Cody was worn out and went to sleep after getting some pasta inside of him. He was quite adorable slumped over snoring. Penny and I engaged in a very animated conversation about horses and such, and the imaginative girl even asked if had seen a live unicorn ever. I simply replied they were incredibly rare.

Jeff, on the other hand, seemed to be more interested in his phone, and barely engaged in conversation unless we talked to him directly. And I swear I even caught him glancing at the very pretty waitress more than once. I wasn't even jealous. He had done it enough times throughout our marriage, but it was even more noticeable as he was constantly giving me shit about Andrew, warranted or not. Or simply dolling up a bit.

"How was your steak?" I asked as Jeff had ordered the most expensive steak on the menu.

"It's alright," he said, looking up at me with a smile. I heard his phone buzz with a notification and he quickly checked it.

"Do you want some dessert? They have a great chocolate cake," I suggested.

"Nah, I'm good," he said, not looking at me. "We should probably get back soon."

"I'll go freshen up a bit then," I said, taking my purse and heading to the bathroom. I had expected this date to be more eventful, and I mean, it had been a nice day with the kids, but… there was no spark left. There was no real conversation between us, no passion, no connection.

As I stood at the sink, I glanced up and saw my reflection. I looked tired and old. Even more than before. What was I doing with my life?

"I can't do this anymore," I said to myself. "This is not how things are supposed to be. This is not what I deserve."

It was a weird sensation that came over me, like an epiphany of sorts. It had been there for a while, but now it was clear as day. I wasn't happy. Jeff wasn't happy. We were all living this lie that we thought was right. But it wasn't. But would I do something drastic about it? As long as the kids are fine, but then again, wouldn't they notice how unhappy their mother was as they grew older? I was scared to even think of how to broach any of these questions that looped through my head.

"Mommy?" Penny said behind me. I was surprised, as she seemingly had left of her own volition, without supervising. It was a safe place and all, but still.

"Yes, sweetie?" I said, turning around. "Did you need anything?"

"You were talking to yourself," she said. I smiled, kneeling before her. She was such a beautiful girl, with such bright blue eyes and gorgeous brown hair.

"I know. Mommy sometimes needs to talk to herself," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "Let's go back."

Getting back to the table, Jeff was still on his phone, scrolling away. He didn't even look up as we came back, not even registering that his daughter had wandered off. It was hard not to feel frustrated and angry.

"Hey, I've been thinking. If you don’t want any dessert, well, it's been a long day and I want to get an early start tomorrow morning," I said, hoping to catch Jeff's attention. "Want to get the check and head out?"

"Sure," Jeff said, reaching for his wallet. He always kept it in his left inner pocket.

"Lisa!" I heard from somewhere behind me. I turned and saw Walter, my supervisor.

"Walter! How you doing? I didn't see you until now," I said, and I saw in the corner of my eyes Jeff perched up a bit at me conversing with someone of the opposite sex. Walter was in his 60s and quite brutal looking, as in, quite large and not pleasant to look at. So why Jeff was getting jealous tendencies now, who knows?

"I just got here. Out with the grandkids," he said, throwing a thumb over his shoulder toward a table with four kids. "You brought your family down?"

"Yeah, they came down to see the sights and hang out," I said, smiling at my kids. Jeff was still fumbling with his pockets for his wallet.

"Nice, nice," Walter said, smiling. "And who's this young fella?"

"Oh, that's Jeff, my husband," I said, taking a step back to allow for introductions.

"Ah, Jeff, nice to meet you. I'm Walter," he said, extending a hand. Jeff shook it and smiled politely. "Lisa's done great work for us here. She's one of our best. Nobody makes fact seem less dry than her, especially those diagrams!"

"I'm glad," Jeff said, rather stiffly.

"Anyway, I'm heading over to mine. See you on Monday!" Walter said. He gave a nod to Jeff, and ruffled Penny's hair, letting Cody remain asleep.

"See you," I said.

"I can't seem to find my wallet," Jeff muttered, frowning.

"Did you leave it in the car?" I asked.

"No, I remember having it when we were driving here," Jeff said, looking more worried. "Shit..."

"Here, let me pay," I said, reaching for my purse.

"No, Lisa, it's alright," he said, fishing through his pockets.

"Oh, come on. It's not like we're broke, Jeff," I said, pulling out my wallet. "I'll get it, no problem. Let me treat us. It’s just money."

"Sure. I think I left it at the hotel come to think about it. Maybe when I changed jackets, I'm not sure," Jeff mumbled. I knew he took great pride in being the provider, but honestly, we both made plenty enough. We had been married for quite a while now so it really didn't matter that much to me.

As the waitress, with the extra obligatory glance from Jeff, walked to get the check, however, Jeff seemed to have second thoughts. First glancing at Walter, then a bit around, he suddenly leaned over.

"Quick, gimme your card," Jeff urged.

"What? Why?" I asked, frowning.

"It's just... It'll look like... Just let me borrow it real quick," Jeff said, now almost with panic. I shook my head and gave him my card.

I could feel my eyebrows rise to the occasion as this was mildly absurd, but I chose not to bring it up. At least not until we were in the car on our way back to the hotel.

"What was that all about?" I asked. 

"What?" Jeff asked, but from the stiffness of his voice, I could tell he knew exactly what I was referring to.

"You know what. Why did you have to use my card to pay for dinner?" I asked.

"It's nothing, okay," he said. I checked over my shoulder to see that the little ones were asleep.

"Jeff, it was fucking weird. Why couldn't I pay with my own card?" I asked. "I'm stopping pulling over right now if you don't tell me."

Jeff didn't reply, much to my annoyance. What the hell was going on? I glanced over at him and saw him looking out the window, looking almost embarrassed.

"Jeff!" I said, a bit louder. "What the hell?"

"Nothing, okay, it's just–" he started.

"Just what?" I demanded.

"I don't know, I didn't want to look like an asshole in front of your people," Jeff muttered.

"What? Asshole, what do you–" I stopped myself as I realized what he was getting on. "You used my card so that it would look like you were paying?!"

"Look, I know it was stupid, but I just... I wanted to keep up appearances, okay?" Jeff said.

"Are you serious right now?" I said, completely baffled by how petty and self-absorbed he was being. I thought the trip down here would improve our relationship, but fuck, not only were these last few days utter trash, but also, this low-level manipulation was just so moronic that I wanted to hit something. I struggled to think of anything more pathetic and frustrating. And after the evening we had had, this was how he wanted to conclude it?

"It's just... money is... uh," Jeff stuttered.

"If it was 'just money' you'd just let me pay," I hissed. "What, let me guess, you tipped handsomely as well? Not wanting to look like a chump in front of my boss? Or the pretty waitress? Is that it?"

"Hey, she gave us good service!"

"Jesus, I was only joking, but you actually did give her an extra tip. You used my card and my money–"

"I thought money didn't matter," Jeff tried. I almost slammed the breaks right then. If Penny and Cody weren't sound asleep in the backseat, I'd skin Jeff alive right now. The level of second-hand embarrassment was intangible.

"You used my card, and money, so you could pretend to be this, I don't know what, Mr. generous hotshot? What's gotten into you? Are you so embarrassed by me that you have to create these weird fucking optics? To whom? I didn't know half of the people in that restaurant anyway!" I said.

"Do we really have to discuss this now?" Jeff asked. Him being so reluctant to admit it and the subsequent shame told me all I needed to know.

"No. We don't," I said. There was nothing more to say on this topic. It was an impulsive moment of pathetic desperation, and even as a guy that hated to be seen as 'broke', Jeff was on a whole new level.

The rest of the drive back was awkward and tense. As I pulled into the parking garage and put the car into park, Jeff looked at me and nodded.

"So uh, Lisa–"

"I have nothing more to say about that," I interrupted him before he could apologize and give the night the final blow. "Let's just get home and get ready for bed. Okay?"

"Okay," he said.

*

When I woke the next morning, I saw that Jeff had left a note telling me he had taken the kids down for breakfast, wanting me to sleep in a bit. The man rarely ever rose this early, and while it was a nice gesture, after yesterday I still was left with this feeling that could only be described as disappointment, as though I had held onto hopes and dreams of a better future, and he'd shat all over it.

With a sigh, I went about packing for when it was time to head off to Disney World. Sunscreen for the kids, sunhats, water bottles, and a few extra spare clothes in case of spillage. Orlando was a decent drive away, so it was smart to be prepared.

But as I was about to head down for a quick breakfast, an apple or something, my phone rang. It was Walter of all people. I had to wonder what on earth he would call me for on a Saturday? He didn't seem like he needed anything last night, and he was rarely ever one to call except when it was related to work. And the last time I'd gotten a call from him, on a weekend then as well, it had been due to a mistake Andrew and I made.

"Hey there, Lisa," Walter's deep voice rumbled across the line. "Sorry, but there is an emergency and everyone has been called in. Some crisis with the lawyer who referred the case to us. We're not sure what yet, but everything will be laid out today."

"Today?" I asked.

"Look, I know you're down here without your family, and now that they're visiting, you want to spend time with them, but this is all hands on deck. I hope you can get a hold of Philips as well. Ten o'clock at the office. See you then, I need to go," Walter explained, hanging up

"See... you later," I muttered, and sent Andrew a quick message to meet me in the lobby, that there apparently was an emergency.

Well, fuck. This was a bummer. I was looking forward to Disney World today, but this was a big job, and I had the feeling that if I didn't show up that I would be in deep trouble. I wasn't the one with the worst track record, but I didn't exactly have the most fermented position in the firm either. During our interviews, Andrew and I had done a fair amount of recruitment though, so a lot of the newer clientele was due to our diligent work.

But what a timing it was. The one weekend I got to have my kids, and Jeff, visiting me was when we apparently hit another crisis.

Sighing, I grabbed the backpack I had packed, already dreading having to tell Jeff, Penny, and Colby that I wouldn't be able to enjoy most of our day together. Or at all... Who knew how long this thing would drag on?

"Hello darling," Jeff said, smiling, as I approached the breakfast hall. He was reading on his phone, half an eye on the news, the other on our kids eating their breakfast instead of throwing it at each other. "Eh... did you sleep well?" he asked. I wasn't sure what he seemed to feel worse about, being caught in his little scheme, or the fact that the scheme took place at all. Did he have an inkling as to how the rest of the evening went? He was absent and everywhere else other than our family night out.

Though, perhaps that was unfair. He had taken care of the kids the whole day, and week for that matter, so perhaps he needed to disconnect a bit. He had been trying. Or was I making excuses for feeling guilty?

"Sort of. Thank you for letting me sleep in a bit. But I got a call from work... and I have to go in," I said. Jeff's smile remained, but it stiffened.

"Of course you do," he said, but not at all in an understanding way. I could hear the judgment in his voice.

"I'm sorry," I said, knowing that I had no reason to apologize. "It's just some emergency meeting, and I got a call from Walter himself, so it seems important."

"Right," Jeff said, sounding annoyed. "And is the puppy coming too?" he asked.

"Andrew?" I said, disliking the condescending way Jeff talked of him. "Yeah, he works there too, yeah."

"Sure. Well, if you want to hang out with him, I mean, go to this meeting, instead of going to Disney World then I guess we'll just have to accept that," Jeff said, shrugging.

"Jeff!" I hissed. "That's unfair."

"No, what's unfair is you always putting your work first," he said. I could feel my cheeks heat up. Jeff was getting quite good at being passive-aggressive. Though that comment was hardly passive. But what really hit home was that it was exactly what I felt I was doing. I felt like I was neglecting my kids and prioritizing work over them, and it was an absolutely horrible feeling.

"I know..." I said, biting my lip, and rubbing my neck. I looked at Jeff, hoping he would say something nice, and comforting, but all he did was look away. "It's not like I want this meeting to happen, but I can't not go either. Look, I can try and come back early if I can get away."

"Nah, that's okay. We'll manage to have fun," he said, leaving out 'without you', but letting it linger in the air between us.

"I'm sorry," I said again, feeling like I had to apologize for even wanting to spend time with my kids. "I'll be back as soon as I can. If it drags out I'll see you tonight when you get back to the hotel."

Jeff poured himself some coffee and took a sip, not even responding to that.

"I love you guys," I said, kissing my kids goodbye. I could feel the tears welling up inside of me, but I didn't let them see. They were looking forward to seeing me, and now this. Penny gave me a hug and feeling her small arms cling to me was almost enough to bring me over the edge.

"Your boyfriend is here," Jeff hissed through gritted teeth. Again with the snide remarks. My despair turned to anger.

"At least he treats me right," I spat out without even thinking about it. My hands shot to my mouth from shock. Jeff had an odd look on his face. It was like an angry smirk as if he was saying 'I knew it'. Knew what?! Nothing had happened! Except for the incident at the pool... and the kiss…

I had to clench my eyes shut to fight back the overwhelming urge to burst into tears. I had to get out of here before I lost it completely. With one last kiss on my daughter's cheek, I turned and headed to the lobby.

Andrew was already there waiting for me, his hair wet after a morning shower.

"Hey Lisa," he said, smiling at me as I approached. "Sorry about the hair, I had to sprint around the room to get ready. Forgot to dry my hair.

"Good morning. That's fine," I said, nodding my head to get going. I had tried to keep my voice steady, but Andrew was quick to notice something was amiss.

"Did something happen? Is everything alright?" he asked.

"Not really, but I don't want to talk about it," I said, trying to walk briskly toward the car.

"Anything else I can do?" Andrew offered, and I felt his hand gently touch my shoulder. I stopped and turned to face him. His blue eyes seemed so full of worry that I could feel myself getting worked up again. I had to get this out. But we were on our way to a meeting in half an hour.

"Let's just go to that damn meeting and see what the fuss is about," I sighed.

"Sure. I understand. But after, please, if there is anything I can do, just tell me. And if you want to talk about it, I'll always have time for you," Andrew said.

"Thank you," I said, wiping at my eyes to not let my emotions get the better of me. "I'm sorry. This weekend was supposed to be all about my kids visiting. It was supposed to be great. Jeff was supposed to be in a good mood, and we were supposed to spend quality time together, and now this is happening. But let's not... not now."

"No problem. And if you feel like spacing out or whatever, I'll take notes," Andrew said, squeezing my shoulder. I wanted him to pull me in for a hug, to wrap his strong arms around me, but he didn't. Of course, he didn't. Jeff was just out of sight, and barely at that, and we had this aforementioned meeting to go to. Instead, he stepped back and gestured for me to lead the way to the car.

*

The drive to the office was silent, mostly because I had nothing to say. The back and forth between anger, frustration, guilt, and sadness, was wreaking havoc on me, and it made it impossible to be up for any small talk. I felt horrible about the exchange at the breakfast buffet with Jeff, and the more I thought about it, the more I regretted the nasty comment I had thrown his way. 

What did I even say that for? Of course, he'd jump to the conclusion that Andrew and I had slept together, but that wasn't what I meant. I meant that he was nicer than Jeff. I never felt like a horrible sack of spoiled potatoes around Andrew. That the handsome young man even wanted to be in my company, had stood up for me, showed an interest in my hobbies, how he was always encouraging and absolutely never condescending. In a nutshell, he wasn't a complete asshole.

Jeff was so incredibly sensitive when it came to anyone interacting with his wife, while never showing any sort of intimacy other than sex. Hell, even that... I had no idea when I had slept with Jeff last. I bet a guy like Andrew wouldn't let his woman walk across the room without a slight danger of molesting her. God, if it was with Andrew–

Stop it, Lisa, you don't think stuff like that, I scolded myself. Focus on getting to the damn meeting. And the quicker this emergency was over, the quicker you could go home and fix whatever's left of this disaster.

Andrew parked and the two of us went up to the conference room. As soon as we were by the door, and with a brief shared glance, I saw Andrew looking concerned. He didn't say anything, but he was clearly worried about me. He cared how I felt, and it didn't sit right with him to see me like this. And I knew that was beyond any sort of 'thing' we had between us. Andrew cared about people. And he cared about me.

"In you go," Andrew said, touching the small of my back, almost making me jump. He was only being a gentleman and opening the door for me, I knew that, but I felt my stomach knot. All my instincts wanted him to sweep me away. All my instincts wanted him to sweep me away. It was as if it became even more visceral with the date last night and how this morning had been.

"Morning. Thanks for getting here in such a hurry," Walter said, snapping me from the quick yet strong reaction Andrew had invoked.

Around the big oval table sat several of the senior and junior partners, Walter, some of our local colleagues, and so on. The tension in the room was really apparent from the moment I had the wherewithal to glance around. It wasn't often Mrs. Cooper was here, the most senior member of the firm. She was on the brink of retirement and hardly dealt with much more than the bare minimum.

But apparently, this new situation warranted her presence. Her face was grim, as was the two other partners, one of whom was one of our bosses up in Indiana, Greg Davidson. He was Andrew's cousin, so the two exchanged a nod.

"So as you all know, we called you into what is a bit of an emergency. We have the jump on this, but not for long. I could do the short version or the long version. Well. To I'll be brief, then we can move over to the more detailed version as we feel it necessary," one of the junior partners said, the one who had brought this class action to the firm. He loved to talk, as we all were forced do endure his longwinded explanations at quite a regular basis, and unfortunately for him, he didn't have much in the way of charisma. He was as monotone as they come. He knew it too, which is why he claimed he could never be a court lawyer, which was his true passion.

He was still speaking. The big takeaway was that the original lawyer, who was a solo practitioner, and the one who had started the initial investigation into these elder homes, had been alleged by the opposite party to having falsified evidence. We had no idea what, as the original lawyer disputed the claims. Nevertheless, we were all tasked to find what was falsified if anything, then bury it or circumvent it. Some of the receipts apparently, some of which I had used for my diagrams. It was honestly quite devastating for the case and would be incredibly time-consuming.

For my and Andrew's part, I had to sort what we had used based on the alleged tainted material and set it aside, then help in drawing red lines to prevent our data from being questioned as to be removed from the case. Andrew and I would have to compile an addendum as well as create new reports that hopefully would appease the legal folks on the opposing side. Everything to not have the case dismissed.

One of the partners suggested they should've taken the deal that had been offered, but that just spiraled into a small argument about spoiled milk wrapped in lawyer lingo.

In the end, after several hours, , after a lot of back and forth, it was pretty clear that this case would not fall from this falsified evidence, not directly, but it still would tarnish it quite a lot, and if left undealt with it could have some unfortunate ripple effects.

I also came to the realization, quite soon into the meeting, that my stay in Florida had gone from a few weeks to months, and by the sounds of it, perhaps up to a year. Maybe more. So much time away from my kids. What was Jeff going to say? Would he hold this against me and create yet another emotional black hole? What was the alternative anyway? The work I was doing wasn't optional. I either worked the cases and collected information for these class actions, or I could get sacked and have a hard time finding a new job. It was Jeff who insisted on moving to Courtington so he could have his own practice or whatever, and there were only so many options for me up there. I couldn't lose this job.

However, I knew he'd prefer if I became a stay-at-home mom anyway. For me to be right where he knew where he had me, to take pride in my home and my family. To me, that sounded like a prison. That was his dream, not mine. I had my own dreams, and while they might not have been as concrete as his, they were still important. And this job was important to me too. It wasn't only for the money, though that was a big factor, but I was happy at my job. I got to help people, and it was a great way to use my skills. There was no reason why I couldn't be a good mother and work, and I took pride in both. However, I still felt like I was neglecting my family.

"We'll see you all on Monday. I expect everyone to devote their time to this. While we'll get through it, we need to stay on top of this," Mrs. Cooper said, getting up, as did the rest of us. "And by that, I expect everyone here over the weekend. You'll be compensated for the inconvenience of working on a Sunday, as well as half of today, but this is serious enough that I want to make sure we have all hands on deck."

As the meeting had commenced, we all headed down to our office spaces.

"Listen, I can cover for you if you want to head out to be with yours," Andrew muttered as we were heading down to our dual offices. While I appreciated the generosity, I couldn't just leave.

"Thank you, but I think I need to stick around for this one," I said with a heavy sigh. "I'll just have to bite down and tell Jeff that I won't be joining them. I just hope I can see them off tomorrow. They have an early flight so might be possible."

"It went that well last night?" Andrew said, but not in a mocking way. He looked genuinely sympathetic to my situation.

"No... it didn't," I sighed. I knew I shouldn't talk about it, but I felt like I needed to. If I didn't, I'd lose my mind. "He's so petty and jealous that it's not even funny anymore. I don't know why he acts like this, and honestly, I'm starting to lose my patience. Last night, he used my card to pay for dinner, so he could tip the waitress extra or something, and look like he wasn't some cheap loser or whatever."

"What?" Andrew asked, confused. I could understand that reaction. It sounded ridiculous when I said it out loud, but it was how it was. "Why would he do that?"

I shrugged. "That's just how he is. I guess it makes him feel less like a man or something. I don't know, he's been acting weird lately. I can't deal with it anymore. But, I should call him to tell him what's going on."

"I'll give you some privacy. And I'm glad you feel like you can open up to me. I mean, it sucks that you have it this way, but I feel incredibly honored that you trust me enough to talk to me about this stuff," Andrew said, smiling. "And again, if I can do anything, just let me know. I'll take notes or whatever. You know I got your back."

'Kiss me,' my brain whispered. 'Make me feel good and forget all this awful stuff. Please...'

"Thank you," I said, trying to ignore the heat in my stomach as I felt his eyes on me. It was getting harder to ignore. "I'll catch up with you in a bit."

"Sure thing," Andrew said, nodding and continuing to walk down the corridor.

*

I called Jeff and told him what had happened. I didn't go into the details of what was going on, only that there was some emergency and that I had to work through the weekend, and more or less on the verge of tears, I told him I wouldn't be able to join them for the remained of their stay.

I guess I sort of expected him to be snide or hoped that he'd be sympathetic, but he was neither. I knew from his voice that he was pissed, but he seemed to think this calm anger would somehow be a more effective form of punishment than just lashing out at me. As if my feeling of guilt already wasn't enough.

"Okay. I guess we'll see you whenever you have time then," Jeff said, the ice cold in his voice.

"Jeff, I–" I tried.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's okay," Jeff said dismissively.

"Did you at least enjoy Disney World?" I asked, trying to focus on something more positive.

"Yes," Jeff said, not in a rush to elaborate.

"Did Penny like it?"

"Yes, she did."

"And Colby? Did he like it too?"

"Yeah, he loved it."

"What rides did you get?" I asked.

"A few," Jeff replied.

"Well..." I said.

"I'm booking a flight for tonight. No point in staying down here another day," Jeff said. "I already checked and the airline was willing to transfer our tickets."

"You did?" I asked, feeling like such a sorrowful display.

"Yeah, so you can remain undistracted by your family and focus on your work," Jeff said. I could feel the tears welling up. He was making me feel horrible. I was in a state of anger and sadness. I was pissed at him for making me feel like this, not be supportive, and sad because a big part of me thought he was right. "We're already heading back to the hotel to pack. If there's nothing more, I think I need to hang up so the kids are not totally neglected."

"Oh, sure," I said. "Goodbye–"

He hung up before I even finished my goodbye. I put the phone away and slumped against the wall behind me. I had chosen a somewhat secluded area in case this would happen, and it did. But I was never much of a crier, just on the brink of one. Instead, I felt hollow and numb.

I managed to compose myself after a few minutes and took a few deep breaths. It wasn't as though I could just quit and head home. I had to buckle up and power through this, and not be distracted. At least I could focus on work, and not think about... whatever else I was worried about.

And when I got home to my room at the hotel, it would be... empty once again.

"How'd he take it?" Andrew asked once I had made my way back to my desk and slumped down in my chair, as ready as I'd ever be to sort out what part of my work that were potentially compromised.

"They're heading back tonight," I mumbled. I then sighed and shook my head. "Could we... grab a drink when we get back? I just really need someone to hang out with tonight."

"Of course. I'll never turn down your company," Andrew smiled, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Maybe we can go for a late-night dip?"

"Not tonight," I said.

"Rain check then," Andrew said enthusiastically, coaxing a smile from me.

*

Andrew and I were two of the last people to leave the office around eight. I guess when your marriage is failing and you feel your children being pulled further away from you, work is the only place you really have.

We stopped by an Olive Garden, as Andrew insisted on buying this old lady a pity meal, and I didn't bother protesting. If he insisted on being a gentleman and a sweetheart, who was I to say no? Plus, I was hungry and couldn't be bothered to order anything, and neither did I think I could eat on my own. Andrew seemed all too happy to accompany me and was quite diligent in trying to keep me distracted.

We talked mostly about the case, and about the work we still had ahead of us, and Andrew had a sorting strategy to somewhat streamline the process.

When I had finished eating we transitioned into a nice, pleasant conversation going about some silly idea for a comic series where every issue would feature a lawyer joke. It was just the thing to keep my mind in a happy place.

"Alright, give me your worst," Andrew said. "You've got seniority, surely you have some good lawyer jokes?"

"Don't call me Shirley," I teased, as the mood had turned for the better by now. "You've heard the one about burying lawyers 10 feet instead of 6?"

Andrew nodded.

"Alright. Another one then. So, what’s the difference between a lawyer and a prostitute? A prostitute will stop screwing you after you’re dead," I said, feeling extra macabre.

"Well, that one is more twisted, which I approve of," Andrew grinned. "Would probably fit with the comic's theme."

"Surely," I said.

"Don't call me Shirley," Andrew said with a grin. "Want to grab some dessert? Or do you wanna head out of here?"

"I'm stuffed. Let's head home and grab a drink at the hotel. I need something 18 years or older," I said.

"Do you mean whiskey or...?" Andrew joked, causing me to raise a brow. I felt my cheeks turn pink, but chose to ignore the remark. I was about to grab my purse to pay the bill when Andrew chimed in. "Is this where I let you pay?"

I gave him a side-eye, knowing full well what he meant. But I was in a much better mood by now. "You don't 'let me' do anything," I shot back in a teasing way. "In fact, I'm 'letting' you pay."

"I was about to argue the same," Andrew said with a smile, finding his wallet. “But a man should always treat a woman right. And I’m not talking about just paying at a restaurant. And dear I say, you don’t seem too down anymore at least.”

“Thanks for noticing,” I said. “And for taking care of me tonight. I feel like I want to just wallow, but I guess the company has been very much welcome.” Andrew had truly made it his mission to make me feel better tonight, even on a small scale, and so far that was very well taken care of.

“You guess? I better step up then?” Andrew said as he stood up to give me my coat. “Can I ask what happened? I know it’s probably none of my business, and I also don’t want to step into your family business, but I have to ask. If it hasn’t been obvious yet, I care a great deal about you– your well-being.”

“Is that all?” I teased. “Erh, it’s just a bunch of stress getting piled on top of each other. You know the whole routine. Husband thinks I spend too much time working, I think he isn’t paying me as much attention. The usual. Except for the new work stress on the one weekend they come to visit… nothing seems to be fixed with these little arguments we have either. If anything, things have become even more… strained.”

Andrew didn’t say much during my rant, just led the way to our company car.

“But thank you again. For everything,” I said.

“Any time,” Andrew said, giving my knee a small squeeze. “If anything, if there is anything else you want me to do, I’m all yours.”

“Yeah?” I asked. “And what would that be?”

“Like joining you for another late-night swim? I know this evening has a bit weird for you, but if I get a chance to see you happy and smiling and in a bikini… that would be quite the evening,” Andrew said with one of those smiles of his.

“So that’s why you’re here,” I teased.

“Can’t blame a man for trying,” Andrew said, sighing defeatedly.

“Hey,” I said, nudging his shoulder with mine. “Maybe we should take that swim?”

Andrew smiled. “You sure? I know it’s been a long day, hell, weekend by the sounds of it, and after the meeting today…”

I nodded. “Yeah. A dip in the pool would be nice. It’ll clear my head, and we can keep talking.” Even with how the day had started, after yesterday, it had turned into an evening I didn’t want to see the end of just yet. And perhaps… we could do more of what we did last time. I just felt like an emotional mess, but if one thing lately had felt completely right, it was how it felt when Andrew wrapped his arms around me and took me away for a few fleeting moments. How I had yearned for more that evening when we had said our goodnights.

It wasn’t hard to tell that Andrew was thrilled to hear that.

“Well then, I’ll be sure to join you by the pool in… twenty minutes? Hell, make it ten. And I just want to preface, as unsexy as it is, that there are no expectations and this doesn’t have to be anything more than us two chilling in the pool with some good scotch.”

“No expectations? We’ll have to see about that,” I said, deciding to tease him like he always did with me. It was probably for the better that I sort of gave the okay for this night to be what our other nights had been. “Don’t you remember our first time by the pool? What a spectacle that could’ve been.”

“If I remember? Pff, I have to force myself to not think about it,” Andrew said, pulling into the hotel parking lot finally.

I stepped out and moved around the car to meet Andrew by the front.

“I’ll race you,” Andrew said, locking the car. I could only raise an amused eyebrow.

“Are you in a rush?” I asked, looking up at the handsome young man. Andrew glanced from my eyes to the rest of me and back up.

“Maybe a little,” he confessed with a grin, before starting toward the hotel I gave a small laugh at the everlasting flirtations of Andrew, feeling more carefree than I had felt in quite a while, and followed him to the staircase where the elevators were. “You better take the next one.”

“Is that so?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Yes. I want to get a good spot for when you make your entry,” Andrew grinned.

“Whatever. I’ll take the next one, if anything, to avoid all your gawking,” I teased.

“It can’t be helped,” Andrew said innocently. “You’re just the prettiest woman here.”

“Sure,” I said, rolling my eyes. I knew he was teasing me, but it still felt nice to hear. Back home the compliments were far in between. I clicked the button for his floor and closed the door. “See you in a bit. And no shirts allowed.”

Andrew smiled widely as the doors rolled shut.

*

I took my time getting back to my room, knowing that I’d be able to get down to the pool in under a minute as my room was in good proximity to the outdoor facilities. I got out of my work clothes and took a quick shower before slipping into my yellow top, and red bottom bikini, and then wrapped myself in one of the hotel bathrobes.

To think Jeff hadn’t even wanted to see me in this. Normally it would’ve made me feel inadequate and self-conscious, but Andrew’s eagerness was refreshing. It didn’t matter to him that I was a worn mother in my mid-thirties. He just saw a woman in a bikini, and I could see it in his eyes that he liked what he saw. He wasn’t too shy about letting me know that fact either. And that made me realize that Jeff was just being an ass and was trying to shame me for something that wasn’t wrong. He was the one with the problem.

I looked myself in the mirror and ran my fingers through my mousy brown hair, trying to fix it a bit, then decided it was fine. The chlorine would mess it up anyway. I grabbed my towel and headed down.

When I arrived down at the pool, Andrew was as predicted already there, sitting on one of the deck chairs. He was wearing a white bathrobe like me, and from the looks of it, no shirt underneath as I had commanded. With his muscled chest underneath, a few strays of black hair hanging loose, and his kind characteristic smile, made him look so incredibly handsome. The lights from the pool reflected in his eyes as they wandered all over my body. Even in the dim light I could tell that he was absolutely smitten by the sight of me.

"There you are," Andrew said, getting up as I approached him. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," I smiled, taking off my robe. Once upon a time, I'd hesitate to do that in front of anyone, let alone a handsome young man like Andrew, but he had worn me down and now I craved his attention. I enjoyed having his eyes on me and him admiring what he saw.

"Ready to get in?" Andrew asked, and I nodded. I was more than ready.

Andrew dropped his robe, exposing his shorts and his perfectly sculpted body, and then dove into the water. I could feel the heat rising inside of me, as I saw how his muscles moved when he moved. The water splashing over his skin seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.

“Come on,” he said, emerging from the water, shaking his head, sending droplets flying every which way. I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him.

I walked over to the edge and slipped into the water. It was warm and inviting, and I instantly felt relaxed.

"Want a drink?" Andrew asked, handing me one of the glasses he had strategically placed near the rim.

"Sure," I said, taking it. "To us and our work."

"To us," Andrew said, clinking his glass against mine.

The whiskey felt nice going down my throat, warming my belly. Andrew had gotten a bottle of the good stuff and had poured generous amounts into our glasses.

"So... want to talk some more?" Andrew offered. "I mean, if you have anything on your chest that you'd like to get out..."

I knew I needed to vent, that I wanted to tell all my worries and get it all out, but when I was with Andrew my mood just didn't want to go in that direction. When we were together it was so easy to forget about all the negative things in life and just... relax.

"Not really," I said. "But I could use another drink."

Andrew raised an eyebrow, then chuckled and shook his head. "Mustering courage for something?"

"Courage? I don't know what you mean," I teased, feeling my cheeks heat up. "If you're too tired, you can always call it a night."

Andrew took a sip from his drink. "No, I'm here until the end of time. Or at least as long as you want me around."

"Then come here," I said, biting my lip. He knew exactly what I meant. He moved closer to me and placed his arms around my waist.

"Here I am," he said, smiling that gorgeous smile. I loved how his blue eyes sparkled, and how the pool lights seemed to make them glow. I ran my hands over his chest, enjoying how he felt, how his skin was slick from the water, yet hard with his muscles underneath. I loved how warm his body felt against mine. And I wanted more of him.

"You're so handsome," I sighed, tracing my fingers up and down his torso, then back up over his shoulders.

"And you're a gorgeous woman," Andrew said, gently stroking my sides.

"I'm not, but thank you for making me feel like one," I said.

"That's because you are one," Andrew said, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on my lips. He tasted like whiskey and smelled like a dream. His lips were soft and warm. I closed my eyes and relished in the touch of him. It was a gentle and kind kiss, but it was also passionate and filled with want. It said 'you are one' more than any of his words ever could.

My fingers trailed through his hair, gently tugging at the strands. I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside, wanting him to taste me as much as I tasted him. As our tongues danced around each other, Andrew pulled me in closer, pressing our bodies together. My skin tingled at the touch of his skin on mine. I could feel the bulge growing in his shorts.

I reached down and cupped it through his shorts. I could feel his cock pulse against my hand as I stroked it through the fabric.

“Mmm,” he moaned, moving his hips forward to grind against my hand. “Fuck, Lisa.”

“I love hearing you say my name like that,” I purred.

“Lisa,” he moaned again, pulling away from my lips and kissing along my jawline, down my neck, and onto my shoulder. “You feel so good.”

I gasped as he nipped at my skin. For a fleeting moment I wondered if he'd take me right here in the pool, but this wasn't the place for such a thing.

“Andrew... we should get back to my room,” I moaned.

“Are you sure?” he asked, kissing up my neck until his lips found mine once more. “Because, honestly, I wouldn't mind taking you here and now.”

“And have a risk of someone catching us?” I asked, chuckling as he continued kissing down my neck.

“I don't care,” Andrew continued, teasingly trailing his lips down over my chest and onto my cleavage.

“Andrew,” I giggled, my hands clutching his head, pulling at his hair. “As much as I love the idea of that, maybe we should move this to my room. Come on. Before I change my mind.”

Andrew released his hold on me with a disappointed sigh. “Alright.”

*

The elevator was thankfully empty as the two of us stepped into it, dressed in our bathrobes. Andrew stood close to me, and the moment we heard the elevator doors close he was pressing me against the wall with his lips locked against my own.

Our kissing was lustful, primal almost, and while the robe would shield my body, our movements made the fabric fly up and around us. It was tantalizing to feel Andrew's rock-hard body underneath and not see it, as the two of us went deeper into a lust-filled madness.

I gasped when my foot found the wall beside me, spreading my legs so Andrew could get close, which he promptly did, pressing me up against the elevator wall. The effect of me spreading my legs, even if it was for just a moment, was that the hem of my robe rode up, allowing Andrew's fingers to travel into my robe to grope me, and then brush against my bikini bottoms.

"Fuck," I moaned, wrapping an arm around him and cupping his neck with my hand to push him into the kiss harder.

Andrew let a low groan as he was essentially forced to get closer to me. He hiked up my leg, grabbed hold of the side of my thigh, and ground himself into me, letting me feel his straining manhood through his shorts. I felt myself shudder at the realization if we didn't have our swimwear on, he'd be inside me now.

He had never done something like this before, and neither had I, but I was certainly turned on by it.

"Fuck, Andrew, why are you so hot?!" I managed to utter. I was breathless from both our kissing and from my lust for him.

“Look who's talking,” he grinned.

I moved my arms underneath his to hug him close. If we made out anymore now, I'd probably end up hooking up with him right here in the elevator.

“Who knew a sweet talker like you would turn out to be such an aggressive guy when it came to... physical activities.”

“Have I been too forward?” he asked, concern in his voice, but still not loosening his grip.

“I don't mind. Just as long as we get to the bedroom,” I grinned, as the elevator 'dinged' to indicate we'd arrived at my floor.

“I can't believe it's happening... if it is, I mean,” Andrew said, giving me every way out of this.

“Something is happening alright,” I moaned as he gently moved his fingers over my breasts. He gave my cheek a gentle peck, and then he threw me over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?!” I gasped, both flabbergasted and highly entertained by this turn of events.

“Running away with you,” he teased as he strode down the hotel hallway. “Enough flirting and teasing. I'm taking this lovely woman back to her room.”

“Andrew!”

“Nope, no chance. You have given me this dream-come-true scenario, so now I have to follow the script,” he said, winking. He clearly knew what this sort of action did to me, and even more importantly, that he knew he could get away. There had been a reason for my letting him handle me like this, but there were no words needed at this point.

“Please Andrew, people could be looking,” I tried.

“That's why I'm taking you to your room,” Andrew said as if stating the obvious, finding my door. My heart fluttered and butterflies seemed to swirl in the pit of my stomach at his eagerness to take care of me and make me his, in front of an audience if so desired.

He opened the door to my hotel room and quickly stepped inside, closing the door. We were now moments away from going much further. The realization caused a flutter inside me, causing me to blush heavily.

Once we were inside, Andrew gently put me down so I was standing by my feet again. He placed a hand against the small of my back and the other under my chin to tilt it upward as he gently planted a kiss on my lips. I could feel the electricity surging through my body at his touch. He slowly unclasped the knot of my belt, causing my robe to loosen. 

Then, in a move that was somewhere between romantic and utterly domineering, he stepped back and gripped either side of the robe's fabric and gently slid it off my shoulders, letting it pool down onto the floor. The fabric hit the floor and its heavy landing elicited goosebumps to race all over my skin. I was suddenly very exposed. Just little ol' me and my bikini before this very sexy man. I'd never had a man take charge of my body like this before, and I had no intention to stop him.

“Your turn,” I muttered, reaching out for the knot of Andrew's robe and undoing it. I grinned as his was merely tied and easily undone, while my one was properly locked up with a double knot and everything. As a result, it slid down his arms, revealing his finely sculpted physique underneath. His shorts tented obscenely, a sign that the erection I felt in the pool was only too real, and I knew that once I freed his manhood from the fabric, I'd be taken to a heavenly paradise.

Andrew closed the distance between us and scooped me up. This was much less of the caveman and animalistic behavior than in the elevator. This was his strong, capable arms holding me and showing he cared.

I rested my cheek against his bare chest, knowing I could stay like this forever. However, we had other plans. My body began to grow hot as I realized how little time was left before we consummate this beautiful, blossoming connection between us. I hugged him tight, and I could feel his muscles under his skin. They were soft, but hard at the same time.

"Lisa, you feel so good," he whispered.

"You don't need to flatter me anymore, you know," I giggled. "You're getting lucky tonight."

Andrew chuckled as he gingerly placed me on the bed. "Oh, trust me, I want you to know just how beautiful, how sexy you are."

He lowered his head and planted a soft, yet lingering, kiss on my forehead. I felt him tug on my bikini bottoms, but as I leaned up, his mouth met my lips and instead pressed me back into the mattress, his tongue sneaking into my mouth and fighting mine for dominance.

Andrew's kisses were everything I had wished for, everything I wanted. He was insistent, yet gentle and considerate. As we kissed, Andrew's hands traveled the expanse of my exposed body, from my arms, down to my breasts where they lingered, moving the fabric aside before squeezing and kneading my now exposed mounds. I felt his touch like he had touched my soul, every tender caress sent tingles throughout my body. I gasped, his actions more arousing than I had dared dreamed.

When he stopped kissing me, he looked down at me as though I was the most beautiful sight in the world. And somehow, he made me feel like a teenager in lust again.

"I think you know how beautiful I find you already. In fact, you know how sexy you look in that tiny bikini of yours," he cooed, kissing my neck. I arched into his touch, wanting more of whatever this magic was he could provide, wanting to savor the moment, just the two of us locked in a passionate embrace.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He answered by sliding his hand underneath the fabric, finding my core, and gently exploring me. As he caressed my soaked center with his skilled fingers, a sense of exhilaration rushed throughout my body at what he was doing. Nobody had touched me down there in forever, except... let's not focus on that. This was all about this wonderful man hovering over me, taking me to higher places of pleasure and joy, places I hadn't felt in forever.

“God,” I moaned, feeling his fingers run up and down my most private part, rubbing along the length of my opening as his thumb danced across my aching clit, slowly building up a steady rhythm that only served to fuel the raging inferno in me.

Andrew's mouth wasn't dormant during this, kissing his way from my neck to my chest and taking his time, like a man ready to cherish what was given to him. A stark difference to other lovers I'd had. As his mouth traced wet lines down my torso, I arched up again to allow him access to whatever he wanted. I loved how eager his mouth was to worship me. How every inch of my flesh had something to offer and no matter where he put his lips, his tongue, or his teeth, it felt divine.

“You're so sexy, Andrew,” I grunted, holding my hands over his as he steadily fingered me into submission. “You're going to make me cum.”

He smiled up from between my breasts, but the only sound I could make was another sharp intake of air as his pace picked up to drive me faster toward the orgasm he had worked me towards. I gasped as he closed his mouth around one of my pert nipples and swirled his tongue around it, the combination of oral attention bringing me to a thundering orgasm. My body seized as I clung to his body with one hand, as his fingers drew an ever-mounting orgasm from me, my body shuddering as it swept me up, my toes curling as I buckled underneath his hands.

“God… I'm cumming. Fuck,” I hissed, clutching his head as he continued his relentless onslaught of tender pleasure. I could feel his fingers pumping into me, and his lips traveling lower.

My belly shivered in the aftermath of the pleasure that surged through my body as his tongue darted into my navel, sending another cascade of lust into the growing pool inside me. I knew where he was heading, but I had already felt such intense satisfaction. I wouldn't last a second, I knew that, so how the hell was I supposed to survive what he was about to give?

As his fingers slowed and left me, I missed their sensation, but that thought disappeared when Andrew began to kiss lower, tracing his lips over the trimmed curls at the top of my slit. When he gently brushed his nose up the length of my entrance, I knew I wouldn't last. This man would make me sing tonight.

His tongue slithered over my sensitive parts, tracing circles around my clit, bringing me up to a steady rhythm of pure delight. Then, his tongue pushed into me, penetrating my sex with a devious slowness, almost as though he was trying to taunt me. Andrew alternated the thrusts with swiping the flat of his tongue across my now throbbing clit. I gasped, wrapping a leg over his shoulder so he could more easily access the bundle of nerves he had already found. I was happy when he chose to focus on it, as each small circle his tongue made drove me higher, and I was right on the edge of losing my composure completely.

He suckled the spot into his mouth, my legs shaking with each application of suction, as a cacophony of sounds fell from my mouth to inform him that I was about to cum a second time.

I writhed underneath his attentions, moaning as he gave me wave after wave of deliciously powerful orgasmic aftershocks, making it impossible to see anything else but a white flash. If the first had been explosive, this was nuclear level and all the while his tongue and lips refused to give me respite. Instead, he grabbed hold of me and plunged his tongue deep inside of me, giving me the friction that was needed.

"Please... fuck," was all I managed, squirming and moving up towards the headboard. But Andrew's firm hands grasped hold and kept me right where I was. "Let me rest a bit. Your tongue is driving me mad."

Andrew stopped abruptly, but still kept his firm hold on me.

"Want me to stop?" he asked, his hot breath brushing against my lower lips, and sending further shivers throughout my body.

I didn't speak, just reached down to grab his head with both of my hands and tugged him right back in. My breathing became erratic as I gasped for air. This was one night to remember.

"I'm going to keep licking your sweet pussy," he growled between long, languid strokes of his tongue against the outer edges of my sensitive lips. "This is the sweetest treat any man could ever have. You're one gorgeous woman, Lisa."

I tugged harder on his hair, drawing an amused growl from Andrew.

"Andrew," I sighed, reaching over to fondle one of my own nipples, as his mouth once again devoured me whole. "Keep... eating me. Make me cum again, baby."

Andrew did not answer, but he quickly, eagerly, set himself to the task.

We continued like this for a while, until I managed to push his face up to let me catch my breath. That's when I glanced down between my legs and noticed he still had his swimming trunks on, but they did nothing to hide his excitement for what was about to come. He looked to be quite big. Possibly even the most endowed man I had ever laid eyes on I wondered if he would fit.

“Let's see that big, hard cock of yours,” I  purred, hooking my thumbs into my bikini bottoms and sliding them down over my legs, then tossing them behind us onto the bed.

"You won't take no for an answer, will you?" Andrew said.

"I won't," I grinned. "Now, drop those trunks or I'll come down there and rip them off myself."

"My god," he laughed. "This is harassment, plain and simple. The lawsuits and paperwork would be outrageous."

"Just shut up, drop them, and get inside me. God, have mercy on my poor soul."

"Are you sure?" Andrew asked. He then rose up on his knees, and my hands immediately shot to the hem of his swimming shorts. "Hmm, someone is awfully keen."

"Be quiet," I gasped, already so eager to see the monster I had met once before, though hidden beneath a towel. Only it would not be so hidden tonight.

Once the waistband was pulled down, revealing the sparse and well-kept public hair, and below it, my eyes went wide. It looked bigger and thicker than I had imagined. It stood firm and throbbed in anticipation a bit under my stare, bouncing a few times.

I swallowed nervously as Andrew lowered himself over me again, kicking the shorts completely off, his cock swaying and flinching until it bumped right up against my thigh, causing me to bite back a nervous moan. It was such a large tool. Right against me. So warm too.

His cock pulsated against me, flexing as if searching for a warm crevice to plunder. To think this man was excited about me. Not some faceless young harlot, but a married mother, with kids?

“So pretty,” Andrew groaned, planting kisses on me. Then, with a few grunts and curses, I felt his tool drag across my inner thigh, reaching up closer to my labia. “You drive me crazy, Lisa,” he whispered, grinding slightly as his cock started to make contact with the sweeter parts between my thighs.

“Me too, Andrew,” I gasped. It was happening. I was going to do this with him. There would be no coming back after this, would there?

Andrew continued to kiss me while teasing me with his length. It drove me insane, even more so as I couldn't see it. It was a game of cat and mouse happening down there somewhere. I even found myself grinding my hips trying to respond to his movements, and then... it was right at my entrance. Andrew's body stopped, as well as mine. His head was right at the entrance, waiting, with such great anticipation. We hadn't even said a word in quite a bit, just lustful and desperate groans and moans.

Andrew leaned down towards my ear. His stubble scraped against my sensitive flesh. His breath tickled my skin, and the closeness of his presence in my ear made me all that much keener to do this. To finish the act we were already about to commit before either of us backed down again.

“Permission to land, mam,” he murmured, his voice raspy and dripping with hunger.

“Stop being a goofball and get in there and show me what you got,” I replied.

Without hesitation, Andrew moved his hips, and his throbbing shaft slid slowly through my slit, inch by inch passing through my entrance and filling me up. I could hear his pleased gasps, the slow movement accompanied by our heavy breathing and groaning in the otherwise dead silence of my room. He felt heavenly inside of me, stretching my tight core with such girth and size, it made me feel so incredibly full. Like there wasn't another spot in my body he hadn't filled.

“You're so tight,” Andrew managed to say, caught between stretching me out and the relief of so much anticipation.

“Your cock feels huge inside of me,” I managed to squeak out as he struck his head right at my deepest end and a sharp pain made me wince.

“Sorry,” he grunted. “It's hard to control myself here,” Andrew said, the strain in his voice evident. His restraint, holding himself from not pounding me until the end of days, was a display of a man trying his damnedest to stay a gentleman and treat me properly. To treat me like a delicate flower.

“Then it's time to unwind,” I gasped. While it felt utterly amazing to feel him inside of me, being this close to him, being wrapped in his arms like I was porcelain in need of great protection… It felt beyond amazing. But I wanted, no, I needed for Andrew to lose his inhibitions and to ravish me and fuck me like there was no tomorrow. We had time for passion later.

“Should I?” he grunted.

“Start moving.”

And he did. His thrusts began as gentle and smooth. The soreness from him being so big was a bit uncomfortable, but with the lubrication we had and him starting off slowly, it didn't last. Within mere moments it had passed, and what came instead was an amazing sense of pleasure and warm satisfaction. Something I had not experienced for such a long, long time, or... not at all. Ever, if I were to be honest. Jeff wasn't nearly this intense or keen on my needs. With Andrew, it felt as if I was all he ever wanted, and him being on top of me, not hiding anything, and giving me his all was everything I ever hoped for. I didn't even want to think of Jeff, of the guilt that should come with this.

And once Andrew started to find a nice, decently-paced rhythm, I wasn't.

Andrew kept whispering how beautiful I was, kissing my cheeks, nose, lips, my throat and caressing my skin. His hips moved to bring me to heights I had never been to with someone else. I wanted it all, but at the same time, I didn't want this to be over so quickly. We had time. All night if necessary. Right now, it felt absolutely necessary.

“Oh God, Andrew,” I gasped, stroking through his soft, but thick hair. Every stroke, every inch he took out, and pushed back in... Every grunt, growl, and groan that I uttered... The sensation it provided was addictive. “I think… Oh God, I might–”

“Shh, it's okay,” he gasped, not showing the slightest sign of slowing. If anything, he accelerated. “Let it... happen.”

And I did. This wave of euphoria shot through me and the whole experience, being a married mother and lying naked and writhing beneath an incredibly hot, sexy young man with whom I shouldn't have feelings, yet having sex with, was driven out of existence by a climax so incredibly potent that I wasn't sure if I would remain conscious through the end. I had never had anything so powerful before, and the way my entire body shook with violent bliss, it felt as if a bolt from the heavens had struck my loins, and then spread its burning love everywhere else, until it reached my heart.

To say my body was wrecked, would be an understatement. And Andrew didn't let up for one second, fucking me right through everything, taking and extending the heights even further. And through it all, all I could do, was groan and hold on to him, for dear life. I felt... drunk on affection and lust, wanting him to keep going, wishing that this could never, ever stop. But alas, I knew it would.

"Oh Andrew, oh God–I–so good. Harder, I beg you–oh God… Jesus," I stuttered, lost in all the stimulation and just speaking in whispers. He continued to kiss, lick, and fondle me as his tool pounded harder and harder, deeper and deeper into my canal until I saw stars, his muscular abdomen struck my mound, again and again.

It wasn't enough though. "Harder! Go harder, Andrew," I pleaded, the sounds of sex all around us as skin slapped against skin, and the bedsprings complained. "Please!"

I screamed, buckling wildly beneath Andrew as a new wave of pleasure crashed against me, this time as if a tsunami. So large was it, that I went silent, no words or cries of ecstasy, no groans or moans of delight or sighs of joy, only this complete feeling of fulfillment that he had finally satisfied everything inside me.

He continued to pound me even when I fell limp, spent, completely destroyed. When my orgasm finally ended, the world seemed to have crumbled down and all I wanted, and was allowed, to do was to cling to the young man, clinging to his toned, broad, and very sweaty body. I must have looked like a disaster, all teary and sweaty. All fucked and looking like a disheveled mess. My muscles, they all hurt. How did young people survive such strain on their bodies?

After slowing down, allowing me to calm down, Andrew's eyes were locked on to mine, with wonder and slight surprise. "Did you just..."

"How can you even ask that," I squeaked, panting and trying to breathe normally again.

"I mean... that was beautiful," he said. "When you cum... You look so beautiful."

My hands tugged into his back with surprising strength and I pulled him down to my chest. "Keep going... Don't you dare stop. Please. I'm not done."

Andrew simply grinned, then he leaned down and our faces met for a small kiss. "I won't then," he assured. "Tell me if it gets uncomfortable."

"No chance," I whimpered and groaned.

For the next five minutes straight, perhaps even longer, probably much longer, Andrew drilled into my hungry and sloppy pussy, as it desperately tried to suck and cling onto his veiny, throbbing cock, just as much as it tried to expel the thing. In. Out. Again, and again. I had no energy left, only to be his. To have him finish. When Andrew's grunts started to become shorter and his breathing quicker, I knew.

"Andrew... Inside... Do it."

"I don't have a c-condom on," he whimpered.

"Fuck... Inside... please. You can do it inside me. Do it."

He kept hammering me until his cock had thickened a whole lot and the plentiful amount of pre-cum started to join the symphony, slick sounds from my body mixing with his. Soon, Andrew's breaths became strained wheezes, with his forehead resting against mine.

"Fuck, Lisa... Fuck..."

"Cum in me, please. Just cum," I moaned. "You deserve to do it."

"Oooh... Gah... Oooh fuck," Andrew groaned, slamming his cock deep, then I could feel it. Andrew's cock pulsated and began to fire thick and hot ropes deep into my core. I felt every single burst, almost as if he had painted something within me. "You're so beautiful," Andrew moaned into my neck, pushing in hard to get as deep as possible, trembling as he almost shook from being overtaken by the sensation. It felt so good to see his reactions to sleeping with me, to hear how reduced he had become.

After, he lay there atop me, utterly spent, yet his strong hands kept clinging on to me with a hint of desperation. "Do you hate me?" he muttered.

I cupped his face, pulling him up to my eye level. "Look at me, you handsome moron. How can I hate you?" I asked.

"Had to make sure," he chuckled. He rolled off of me and onto his back, heaving and panting still. Glistening. I looked at how his pecs shone with sweat. How his belly was shining.

Then my eyes fell to his cock.

"Ooh, wow," I breathed out, seeing it in its full form for the first time. To think that whole thing had been inside of me! That incredible tool, now slack and resting between his thighs. But, it wasn't just a huge pole. No, that thing looked absolutely beautiful in its entirety, especially after it had finished its work. "That is one impressive cock. To think that just happened," I mumbled. What a handsome cock. A word I never expected to describe the male organ, but here I was.

"Thank you," Andrew panted, half-turning toward me. "Does it turn you on how big it is?"

"I-It's a monster," I said nervously.

"Too much?" he chuckled.

I moved closer, resting my cheek on the top part of his firm stomach so I could watch his cock while I stroked it with one hand, squeezing gently with my fingers.

"Look at it... What a fucking monster you are," I giggled. The cock twitched weakly under the praise, and he let out a small satisfied groan. I looked up at him. "Feeling proud?"

"Lisa... you'll kill me. You look... you're just too fucking sexy," Andrew groaned as I let go of his cock and started to tickle his belly with feather-like touches.

"That was just right. Fucking amazing. It feels like, when I'm with you, I can just finally relax, if that makes sense," I said. "That I'm not on eggshells and I can let go."

"Because you deserve so much more," Andrew said, grunting a bit as I crawled up to rest on his chest and got a hand landed right on my ass in the process. "I haven't even gotten my full share of this," he mused, filling his grip with my plump ass. Though perhaps plump was a bit far. It certainly had a few extra pounds, but that seemed to just entice Andrew rather than repel him.

I merely shivered with glee and squirmed to press more of my flesh into his hand, inviting him to squeeze, slap, and play with it. "Do you like my fat momma booty?"

"Tsk, it's not fat. It just has curves. Proper woman curves," Andrew groaned, slapping one cheek before groping another. It wasn't attention I was used to down there anymore, but I didn't mind it coming from him. Especially with those strong and confident hands.