Interlude Page 2

  Just then, the door to his office clicked as someone turned the knob. Cal almost fell over himself trying to turn off the monitor, anguishing over cutting this wonderful show short. As the door opened, Cal tried his best to not look like the cat that just ate the canary! A gray, plastic cart clumsily bumped its way into the room. Their night cleaning lady had come by to do her routine. Cal sighed in relief as he got an IM:

  blinkyghost25: Hey what gives? You get me all ready to go and then you bail?!

  calidude27: Sorry: ( The cleaning lady switched her days, so I had to cut it off. I SO didn't want to though! You were really getting me going : )

  blinkyghost25: That's okay! It just leaves more of me to see when we finally meet ; ) Let me know when everything is arranged and I'll meet you there. I have some work stuff to attend to in a couple days, but after that I'm clear.

  calidude27: Insurance business stuff?

  clinkyghost25: Yeah, the boring business stuff. Catch you later hun! : )

  calidude27: You too babe!

  The following week was a blur for Cal. Everything that normally bothered him had no effect. He had morphed into a man intent on seeing his online girl in real life! How was he going to dress? What would he say? How could he avoid making a complete ass out of himself?! All of the apprehension and the subversiveness was so exciting! He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't care. All of the things that he dealt with, all the crap he put up with from his family just served to justify his actions even more. He called up his customer whom he had been doing freelance work for. Cal twisted the guy's arm until he agreed to pay him in advance for the programming Cal had done. With the reservations made, it was just a matter of waiting for the big weekend! Alice was her normal, terrible self. Cal had weaseled out of going back to Utah with her to visit her college buddy Kelly. Cal never really got along with her anyway, especially after her little act of sabotage with the engagement ring.

  As Alice chastised him one last time, Cal hurriedly unloaded her bags. “How could a weekend trip require so much stuff?” Cal thought to himself as he dropped the last piece of luggage on the pavement. He hated airports with a passion.

  “Have a good weekend.” Cal said, as he moved to give Alice a quick peck on the cheek. She held up her hand reflexively to block his advance as she whipped out her phone.

  “I have a text, hold on.” Alice looked at the screen, and then squealed with delight. “It's Kelly!” She said. She fervently began texting her friend back as Cal stood there with her hand on his face. Rolling his eyes, he shut the trunk of his Honda Accord and shuffled over to the driver's side. Alice, noticing his departure, held up her hand and yelled over the din of traffic in the drop off area. Cal awaited her farewell, perhaps a blown kiss for him to catch, or a quick embrace before departing...

  “Daddy wants you to fix his computer this weekend!” She shouted over to him.

  Cal gave her a tight smile. Gritting his teeth, he nodded and flopped into the driver's seat. A taxi behind him bleeped impatiently as Cal slowly pulled away from the curb. “There's no reason to feel guilty” He thought to himself as he made his way out of the airport, and up highway 101.

  The hotel was wonderful. Set into a dense thicket of trees, it almost had a jungle-type of feel to it as the attendant showed him to the room. The rooms were bungalows that were placed along a winding, tree covered swath of land that rose to overlook a wide valley. As the afternoon sun dropped lower, the air began to cool as he made his way to the room. He dropped his keys in a bowl sitting atop a table in the entry way, the loud clatter a cacophony in the quiet bungalow. He listened to his own breathing for a minute before unpacking his bag. He had opted to just stuff everything into his normal gym bag to forgo suspicion from Alice. He looked out the West facing window, just now noticing the ocean view peeking in from the distance. The cool air had given way to a breeze that gently lifted the curtains from time to time. He decided to run a bath for them while he waited for her. He glanced at his phone out of habit, checking to see if she had left him a message. His heart had begun a thump thump pattern, as his nerves were washed with adrenaline. He was more scared than he felt comfortable admitting to himself, but like someone committing suicide by walking into the ocean, he felt a weird calm coming over him.

  This was something he needed so much. This release that he had worked so hard for. All of the preparation, the sneaking around, it was all worth it. This girl, who called herself blinkyghost25, was his match. He felt things for her that he forgot he could feel. Here was this beautiful, funny, smart, girl falling over herself to spend time with him! How could he not go for this? How could he not do everything in his power to make this happen?

  “It was such a pain trying to arrange this meet up, but I finally did it! My wife is visiting friends, and we were finally able to get this going!” Cal thought to himself. Sitting on the bed, he felt the telltale vibration of a text. His heart jumped. It's her! There's no turning back now! He got the bath going. The Jasmine-scented oil was so enticing. Cal got the bath water as hot as it would go. He wanted to see the clench and relaxation her body felt when her ass touched the hot water. Lost in thought, Cal was startled by a knock at the door. Wiping his hands on his slacks, he got up to answer it.

  "Room service", the bellhop said as he entered. The service cart rattled in over the tile entryway. Cal was momentarily disappointed that the knock was not hers. The bellhop left the cart, and as Cal is tipping him she walks in the open door. Cal stared in silent awe at her beauty. She looked amazing in her short, khaki skirt and silk top. Cal noticed that she was wearing the crimson high heels that he had mentioned awhile back. Just the click of those shoes on the floor is an aphrodisiac as she quietly assessed Cal for the first time in real life. Even though he doesn’t usually wear a tie, she talked him into it. “All of those days at the gym will finally pay off when we get busy later!” Cal proudly thought to himself. He can't help but to look up her body, from her manicured toes, up to the ankle straps on her shoes, the gentle gap between her thighs where her skirt begins and her legs end. He can see the faint trace of a garter belt under the fabric, pulled taught over her amazing hips. As she gains her confidence, she visibly stands up straighter and walks over to him.

  He and blinky are both in the suite's sitting room. They stood just inside each other’s comfort zone. They had both exchanged pics, but this is so much different. They both know what they want, what they have come here for. Cal can only manage a boyish smirk as his nerves cement him in place like a stone. He can hear her hitched breathing as anxiety grasps her torso. Gathering all his confidence, he reaches out and caresses the smooth silk of her top, right above her elbow. He can feel her arm radiating warmth underneath as his hand slowly wraps around to bring them closer. As he does so, her scent acts as a siren song, driving him more and more to do something he knows is wrong, but will feel so right! His other hand comes to rest at the small of her back as he pulls her into the most needed kiss he has ever had. Her soft lips brush over his as they both tentatively decide who will give up the tongue first. Taking charge, she grabbed his light blue tie and pulled him closer as her tongue searched out his. As one hand pulled the knot of his tie, the other hand came to rest on his hip. He could feel her thumb pressing into his ab muscles as her tension eased, like there is a button on him that she is pressing firmly to turn off her inhibitions. Cal moans quietly as his hand moves from her back and down to her ass. His senses heightened by her scent, he let his hands explore her like animals looking for a cool oasis to drink from. He could feel her firm body under the skirt, as he gently ran his fingers along the inside of the hem. He noticed her skin had become so much warmer since they started kissing, as he ran the backs of his fingers along her thighs. Pulling up, he raised her skirt slightly to reveal her beautiful body.

  Her inhibitions gone, she ran her hands over his body with renewed vigor. Trailing her fingers along his back, she took note of Cal's shoulder muscles as her nails pressed gently on them through his linen shirt. It's as if her mind still doubted all of the sensations, and her French-tipped nails had been sent in to do recon. Her moan is stifled by their kissing as she hooks a finger into the front of his pants at the top of his belt. As she inserts her finger in between his pants and shirt, Cal could feel her trace a line along the top of his boxer briefs. Gently tugging, she managed to find the skin of his lower abs, her fingers gently brushing his happy trail. He couldn’t help but gasp as her finger nail gently brushed his skin. As Cal shifted about to move his hands, she countered with her free hand so that she could reach deeper into his slacks, to grasp what she had come here for. Her mind no longer in control, her body now giving directions as she gently touched his manhood. She can feel the warmth as she pulls them close together. Their bodies so entwined that they can feel each other’s beating hearts.

  Cal reaches up to feel her heart, his hand reflexively moving to cup her supple breasts. He felt the lace of her bra through the silk as she reached up to run her hand through his hair. Stumbling over themselves, they both move toward the couch just behind them. Cal ends up on the bottom of the pile as she straddles his lap, hiking up her skirt so that she can sit astride him. Cal notices casually that her panties are now visible, pressed into his lap against the fabric of his pants.

  “Wait-wait. I need to slow down! I...., I don't even know you real name yet”. She says, eyes fluttering open from the throes of passion.

  “Good point, I guess we can stop using our screen names now”. Cal says with a slight chuckle. As she stands up off of the couch, Cal reaches his hand up in mock formality. As if they are to negotiate a deal of some kind.

  “I’m Karen”, she says with a demure smile. He voice still denoting a slight quiver as she regains her composure.

  “I'm Cal. It's very nice to meet you!” He says while returning his own stupid smile.

  “I got room service. They had some kind of complimentary romantic snack pack, so I got that.” Cal said, gesturing to the cart in the entryway.

  “Snack pack?” Karen asked with a quizzical smile.

  “You know, fresh strawberries, champagne”, he rifled through the contents of the basket on the cart, “uh... whipped cream? Hmm, I bet we could find a use for that”. He said, deftly uncapping the can with his thumb. Karen had made her way over to inspect the contents of the basket as well, “I'm so hungry!” She thought to herself. She rested her hand on Cal's waist as he fumbled with a strawberry.

  Turning around, Cal saw a look in her eyes. Like a kitten that was waiting her turn at the milk dish. Without thinking, he squirted a dollop of whipped cream on the strawberry he was holding. Realizing too late that the warm can had a built a little too much pressure, the dollop turned into a less-than-graceful spurt that found its way right onto Karen's face. He quietly took in Karen's new look with a slight smile. She had a spray of whipped cream that landed on her right cheek and streamed down over her full lips and to her chin. Her eyes blinking in astonishment, she held her lips parted in surprise as she reached up to wipe the offending cream with her finger.

  Cal grabbed her hand. He put her finger in his mouth to suck off the cream. She gasped with surprise and pleasure as he quickly moved from her finger to her chin, gently sucking and kissing as he made his way up to her beautiful lips. Staying there, he could taste her through the whipped cream as their tongues met again, gently touching and probing one another. Seized again by pure burning need, Cal found himself pushing her toward the bedroom. Karen, in her distracted state, felt her way behind her as this man pushed her backwards toward the bed waiting in the sunlit room.

  She could feel the soft comforter on the back of her thighs as Cal finally navigated his way to the bed, not wanting to release her from his lips. Karen marveled at how persistent, yet gentle, he was. She could feel his firm legs through his trousers as they brushed hers. With Cal now standing above her, she could see his visible bulge pushing against his pants. She reached out to caress his manhood through the fabric, glancing up to watch him tilt his head back and moan as she did. She gently tugged at his belt until it fell open, allowing her to pull his pants down. Cal gasped with surprise as she quickly pulled out his impressive manhood, and placed her mouth gently on the tip. Tentatively kissing and tonguing the head, she slowly advanced until she could feel him at the back of her throat. His salty taste, and the feeling of his gentle throbbing, made her swoon with pleasure. She began a rhythmic in and out motion, caressing his manhood with her tongue. After a while, he placed his hands on her shoulders, and slowly pulled himself out of her mouth.

  Pushing her down onto the bed, He reached up and began undoing the buttons on her top. After the last button, he pulled her top open and slid it out from underneath her. At the same time, Karen had wriggled her way out of the tight skirt, as it lay pooled at the foot of the bed. She was reaching down to fumble with the buckles of her shoes when she noticed Cal kneeling beside her on the bed. He was pondering her quietly as she continued in vain to remove her shoes. “Why had she chosen the ones with the ankle straps?” She thought to herself.

  “Allow me.” Cal said quietly. Reaching down, he hooked his finger into the buckle and undid it with uncanny expertise. He did the same with the other foot. Karen could hear the soft thump that her shoes made as Cal tossed them into the corner of the room. As he stood up, he placed his hands on her thighs. His legs pressed up against the inside of hers.

  “You look incredible!” Cal said in quiet astonishment. He gazed at her, marveling at how the sunlight spilled across her body. He began undoing the buttons on his shirt when Karen sat up and grabbed his hands. She slowly moved to finish the unbuttoning, taking her time as her fingers brushed his ab muscles through the shirt. As the last button came free, she opened the shirt and firmly pulled down, causing it to join her skirt in a pile at their feet. She marveled at his body. “He has been going to the gym! “She thought to herself as the sun glinted off his, now sweaty, chest and abs.

  “You're one to talk! How much have you been working out these days? I could bounce a quarter off your stomach!” Karen joked as her fingers trailed down his body.

  “Heh, thanks,” Cal blushed as he reached down to undo her bra. Karen felt his hands move around to her back to get at the clasps of her bra. Her hands reached back to assist him, knowing how hard the thing was to get on. She felt the straps loosen as the bra finally came unhooked. Cal removed her bra with a flourish like a magician would use at the end of his trick, flicking his wrist as the bra found its resting place next to her shoes.

  “TA DA!” Cal said. He noticed that Karen had reflexively cupped her hands over her bare breasts. He gently took both of her wrists in his hands, and pinned them up above her head, falling in unison as he pinned her to the bed again. Karen was feeling the softness of the comforter against her arms and back when Cal started kissing and sucking her right nipple. She inhaled so quickly that she emitted a quick shriek that melted into a quiet moan. As Cal rolled her nipple around in his mouth, she could feel one of his hands moving down between her thighs. As she slowly parted her legs, his hand went to work trying to find its way into her garter belt and panties. His hand came to rest on top, caressing her through the lacy fabric as he switched nipples. Karen wanted to feel his touch, to have him against her bare skin. She wrestled her hands free so she could take off the panties, but they were hopelessly entwined with the garter belt. She resigned to ripping through the underwear and tossed them aside. Like floodwater at a straining levy, Cal's hand found its way to her body. He gently caressed her pink folds, his fingers gliding over her. When his fingers stumbled onto the soft bulb of her clitoris, she cried out in ecstasy. He kept his fingers there, working into a rhythm that Karen's hips were now feverishly trying to match. She felt herself losing control, climbing higher and higher. All at once, his hand stopped moving. She managed a slightly disappointed exhalation as Cal stood to undress all the way.

  “Not yet.” He said. “I want to be inside you when you come.” With that, he reached into his pants pocket on the floor. As he struggled with a condom wrapper, Karen took the opportunity to run her hands along his legs. She was reaching behind him to feel his tight rear end when he finished rolling it on. He pushed her back on the bed again, this time keeping his legs between hers.

  Karen could feel the cold, lubricated tip of the condom brush her legs as Cal climbed on top of her. As he maneuvered his hips into position Karen grasped at his waist, pulling him into her with all her will. She wanted this so bad, and she had tired of his playful parries and teasing. Bringing her hips up, she guided him inside of her. Her muscles clenching involuntarily as her body met with this new, welcome intruder. She emitted a slow, breathless sigh as his impressive manhood pushed deep, the slight pain a welcome harbinger of the pleasure to follow.

  “Mmm,” Cal said as he emitted a low moan in the back of his throat. Sensing her slow unclench, he began his rhythm. As he slowly glided in and out, he watched Karen's hands grasp for purchase on anything they could find. Moving from his torso, and back to his hair, she made occasional moans and squeaks to counter his deep thrusts and playful gyrations. Like a power boat planing out on a still lake, he found a rhythm that they both liked and began to move faster. “How long has it been?” Cal thought to himself as, he marveled at the beautiful woman he was now inside. Lost inside her, and inside her intoxicating aroma, he found himself climaxing in spite of his best efforts. With one hand on her hip, he thrust harder and harder.

  “Oh..., Oh God!” Karen sighed, her voice a building crescendo of breathless noise. As Cal pushed on, she found herself digging her fingernails into his back. She tried in vain to control this machine that had set to work on her. She could feel him arch his back in pain as her orgasm only served to drive her nails deeper into his skin. Hanging on through each pulsating crash, she slowly dragged her nails down the side of his body like a tigress holding onto escaping prey. As Cal collapsed in a massive release of his own, his head fell next to hers as his sweaty body rested on top of her. Karen noticed his stubble brushing against her shoulder as she felt his racing heart against her chest. She turned to bury her face in his neck. She was lost in his wonderful scent when she suddenly felt his whole body tense up and rise off of the bed.