As I lay there holding Dana in my arms, I couldn’t help but feel pangs of guilt, remembering the events that happened in the middle of the night while she slept.
I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating again and again. I was enjoying the time that I was spending with Dana so much that I didn’t want anything to snap me back to reality. I felt like picking up the phone would be one step closer to shattering this all-too-perfect dream and reminding me exactly how loveless and empty my world really was.
But the ringing didn’t stop. I started to get worried, thinking that something terrible had happened to Olivia. Very careful not to wake Dana, I reluctantly shuffled over to the dresser to retrieve my phone.
I sighed with relief to see that it was James, my pilot, calling.
He called again and, stepping into the hallway, I answered, whispering, “Hello?”
“Hey there, Mr. Roberts! Great news! We were able to get the part that we needed, and we can take off whenever you’re ready. Did you want me to have the car sent around to bring you here?”
I should have been excited by the news. Every minute that I spent away from my business was one where I was losing money. My email inbox was filled with frantic queries from my business partners, trying to find out the status of my situation and when we would be able to get back on track with business. Most of them had been left unanswered because I simply hadn’t had any news to report.
So, you would think that I would have been happy to be getting the news that we could all go back to business as usual. But, I wasn’t. To me, it meant the end to the time that Dana and I was spending together. Seeing that we had crossed so many lines, it could actually mean the end to all of our interactions, even professionally. Maybe she would decide that we would have to cut all ties, making a clean break. It might be too much to deal with each other on a professional level considering that we had been together so intimately. I didn’t even want to imagine it, so I was determined to do all that I could to keep that from happening.
“Uh, no, that’s okay. It’s the middle of the night and Dana is still sleeping. As a matter of fact, everyone is sleeping, including our gracious host. I would hate for it to look like I am slipping out in the middle of the night without properly thanking them for their hospitality. Let me give everyone a chance to wake up, thank our host, and repay them for their kindness. And let me talk things over with Dana. Once I do that, I’ll be sure to call you right away for further instructions.”
“Look, the roads are clear. The sky is perfect. We can touch down before business even opens for the day. I’ll have the car be on its way and you can just come here. That way you’ll be home with plenty of time for Christmas. You can always sleep on the plane.”
On one hand, I appreciated his diligence in trying to get things back on track, but his attempt to override my wishes were mildly irritating.
“You don’t tell me what’s going to happen. I will tell you. Do you understand? I said that I am going to let everyone continue to sleep since it’s the middle of the night and that’s that.”
“I’m sorry, boss. I just thought…”
“I know what you thought and that’s why I’m advising you to rethink. Because you are way out of line here. You can’t tell me when we are going to leave. I will tell you. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir,” came his quiet reply.
“Good. I will be calling you as soon as I have decided on what we will do. I expect that you will be waiting by the phone for my call. And James?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t ever let that happen again. If it does, you will be out of work for a very long time. Not just for me, but for anyone.”
I hung up the phone before he had a chance to respond. I was angry, but not completely at James. He was only doing his job. Plus, he hadn’t had the luxury of sleeping in a nice, comfy bed in a warm cabin. He had been stuck at the airport, working feverishly for me, sacrificing his time and comfort. And how did I repay him? By yelling at him and threatening him.
I wasn’t angry at James really at all. I was angrier at myself for allowing my feelings to get so wrapped up in the situation, that I was allowing it to override logic, and what I knew was the responsible thing to do. Which is exactly what James had tried to suggest before I shut him down.
What was wrong with me? I had never felt like this with anyone, not even my own wife, who had begged me over and over again to take time off work to give more attention to our daughter and our crumbling marriage. But, I refused to lose focus on my business. Now, here I was willing to risk it all, for a few fleeting moments, with a complete stranger. One of my employees, at that!
I stepped outside to get some fresh air, thinking that maybe that would help me snap back into reality. The brisk breeze and the stillness of the night only made me want to rush back to bed to relish every moment with Dana since it seemed like everything would soon be coming to a close. As I walked down the long hallway, my heart grew heavier and heavier with each step.
When I got to our room, I opened the door. Dana lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully, looking like an angel. I stood there, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest as she slept on, blissfully unaware of anything going on around her. I wished that I could have stood there watching her forever.
She stirred, looked at me, and smiled.
“What are you doing just standing there smiling at me?” she asked sleepily.
“Nothing, my dear. Go back to sleep,” I said, slipping into bed next to her. She felt so warm and her sweet, womanly scent seemed to envelope me. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face into her hair, inhaling her glorious scent. I never wanted to let her go.
“Everything okay?” she asked, her body tensing.
“Yes, everything is fine,” I said, hoping to ease her fears.
I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt at not telling her the news about the plane. I knew that she was eager to get back home to her parents and her son so that they could stop worrying and know that everything would be okay. And I really wanted to put her mind at ease so that she wouldn’t feel burdened by worry.
But, a part of me didn’t want to see her get excited at the thought of leaving our days of passion behind. She had agreed to be mine during this trip and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t think that I could bear the thought of her leaving me behind as a blip on her radar, a dwindling figure in her rearview.
It was funny that I was feeling that way since I’d done it so many times myself with other women. I guess I would be getting a taste of my own medicine if she did decide to do that. And if I was willing to do the right thing, I would have told her right then and there, giving her a chance to make an informed decision on the matter.
But, I wasn’t prepared to be that guy and I was even less willing to risk losing her. So, instead, I held onto her tighter.
I tried to imagine myself having a conversation with her, one where I told her that I was beginning to have strong feelings for her, that I thought that I might even be falling for her. Even the thought of having that conversation with her made me feel weak, vulnerable, like I was less than a man.
I wondered what my business partners and employees would think if they knew how soft Dana made me feel. I had prided myself on being strong, not at all moved or driven by emotion. It was one of the things that made me such a great business leader. In every scenario that I worked out in my head where I told Dana my true feelings, they all ended with me being laughed at or looked at as weak by her. As emotionally strong as I knew myself to be, I also knew that I would be crushed if she were to reject me in that way.
After divorcing my wife, I promised myself that I would never open my heart up to another woman again. I would never risk having my heart broken. That was why I had a lineup of random women in and out of my bed. There was never any real intimacy and I would quickly rush them away if I felt like they were trying to linger too long and make things more complicated than they needed to be.
There was one girl who tried really hard to get past my defenses. Her name was Sharon. She was a model. She was very pretty and seemed to have a pleasant personality, but I had held firm in my resolve and made sure to stay as far away from her as possible. After a few weeks of her reaching out and me dodging her advances, she got the message and I didn’t hear from her again.
Now, here I was, the one wanting, no, yearning, for more and besides enjoying spending time together and having some of the most mind-blowing sex that I’d ever had, Dana hadn’t given me any reason to think that things would go much further than this.
I laughed at myself for being so silly and immature in my thinking. Here I was with the perfect opportunity to have fun and just enjoy my down time and I was wasting it by overthinking and being worried about something that probably didn’t even matter all that much in the grand scheme of things. So, I decided that I would stop worrying and just have fun. I would definitely have sex with her one more time before we left. OK, maybe two or three times more.
All of a sudden, I felt moved to do something special for her. I wanted to have fun, but I wanted to make her happy, too. That’s when I decided to make her my famous breakfast of crepe suzettes and quiche. It had been such a long time since I’d made it, but I wanted to put a smile on her face by surprising her with breakfast in bed.
My plans were changed when she caught me in the act in the kitchen. I was slightly disappointed, but we ended up having such a great time and a romantic breakfast coupled with good conversation.
After breakfast, we went back to our room and just cuddled. Yeah, I fucking cuddled even though I never usually did that. This relationship we had found ourselves in was different than any others I’d been in. I knew that I had to have more of her before we left the cabin.
Just when I got ready to start another round, we heard a quick tap on the door and called out, “Come in!” followed by the door bursting open and our jolly, robust hostess rushing to our bedside.
“Good morning to the lovely couple! I see that you have already helped yourself to breakfast. And dessert." She winked. Dana and I shared nervous laughter.
“I do hope that you are enjoying your stay with us. I know that you could be getting news any moment about you plane and be rushing off back to your busy lives, but I feel like we haven’t had the chance to spend much time with you. I am going to be preparing a special lunch for everyone in the house. And I would love it if you would join us.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, hurriedly, wishing that she would stop barging in on us the way that she did.
“Good! I also came to see if you had any clothes that I could wash for you?”
Dana pointed to a small pile that was beginning to build in the corner. Our hostess scooped them up cheerfully, promising to return with clean clothes and fresh towels for us to use whenever we got ready.
As soon as she closed the door behind her, Dana said, “I really do wish that the door had a lock on it. Or, at the very least, she would wait on the other side of the door instead of bursting in and invading our space.”
I laughed because that’s exactly what my thought had been.
“If she’d come in a few minutes later, she would have gotten an eyeful of something that I’m not too sure that she would have wanted to see.”
“Oh, really?” came Dana’s playful response.
I reached over and pulled her against me, rubbing her nipples between my fingers. She clenched her teeth and sucked in a breath. I was getting turned on again already and was going to start another round with her. If our happy, intruding hostess decided to return, I guess that she would just have to get her eyeful. Maybe that would be enough to keep her from barging in on us. I really didn’t care, though, because I was determined to bask in Dana’s warmth for as long as possible.
I’ll tell her about the plane tomorrow, I thought as she worked her way down, swallowing my entire dick with her mouth.
“That’s right,” I told her, pushing it even further in as she deepthroated me. “Be a good little girl and take my cock.”
I pulled it out of her and slapped her in the face some, but lovingly, as if providing her discipline.
“We can’t leave yet,” I told her. “You have to let me blow my load in your mouth first.”
She nodded, and I felt my cock swelling and pulsing. Then I felt a pulling at the base of my balls. I looked down at her big, swinging tits and innocent little eyes and came into her mouth. She guzzled my cum, swallowing it like a champ.
“That’s a good girl,” I told her, as I slid it out some and whipped it around on her face. “That’s how we do it in this mountain cabin where I possess you, own you, take you, do whatever I want with you, as long as we’re here.”