ME06 Story

She gazed out over the twinkling, sapphire night sky of Atlanta. The windows of nearby illuminated skyscrapers glimmered and shimmered like thousands of mirrors. The headlights of cars on Peachtree Street below staggered and stopped at equally spaced intervals. Traffic lights on every corner insured a slow and frustrating drive for the usual Friday night traffic frenzy. Midtown would be hoping again tonight.

At least I’m not in that mess, she thought as she sipped chilled Pinot Grigio from a Waterford goblet.

Floor to ceiling windows running the length of the room, gave way to a Western exposure. From her perch, fifteen stories up, she could see the glittering marquis of the Fox Theater, the neon sign of the Varsity Grill, and across I75/85 to downtown. It was all so alive and that’s why she loved it here.

“Dreaming again?” Sid’s warm voice eased her out her reverie.

“I wish, just the usual nightmare instant replay. Why do you put up with me, Sid? Aren’t I depressing you too?” Annie sighed, still watching over the city.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and gave her a gentle squeeze. “No lover, nothing you do depresses me.”

She leaned against him, resting her head on his chest and closed her eyes. He felt so good, strong and comfortable. She drank in his scent, the soft smell of Grey flannel and male.

“You’re a good man, Sidney Philips.” She smiled. Turning her head slightly, she softly rubbed her cheek against his white dress shirt. She loved the feel of it, still slightly crisp, even after a day at the office.

Sid held her that way for a long minute, loving her quietly, softly. He knew her nightmare and felt her pain.

All that she had held dear was gone, her kids, her house in the suburbs, in essence, twenty years of her life. Not that she wasn’t partly responsible, getting caught with a lover ten years her junior wasn’t exactly what the judge wanted to hear. She had begged for custody of her children, telling him that her indiscretion had nothing to do with her abilities as a mother but Southern judges are tough on women and infidelity always comes with a high price tag. Visitation rights were all that were afforded to her and she was still embattled, trying to get joint custody. The rules of “community property” did not apply in the state of Georgia. Her vengeful ex took her to the cleaners, nearly taking the clothes off her back. She had a hundred dollars left in her checking account after paying her attorney fees.

Sid un-wrapped his arms from around her body and rested his hands on her shoulders. She straightened up and stood still, looking off into the distance. He lifted his right hand and began parting the back of her shoulder length hair, dropping first the right side of her mane over her shoulder, then her left.

“Annie, try to relax a little bit. You’re as tense as a bowstring ready to snap.”

Annie felt his breath on her neck as he spoke. It sent a silent quiver of pleasure down her spine, a feeling she hadn’t felt in months.

She was just out of college and newly married when Sid had hired her as an office manager. Despite being fifteen years her senior, he had always held a great fondness for her and their relationship developed into a solid friendship. After the birth of her daughter, it was Sid who encouraged her to stay home and care for her. Annie was thrilled! When her husband was transferred, Annie and the baby followed. She left with Sid’s blessing and his insistence that they stay in touch.

Time and distance had parted them but a strong loyalty remained. He had warned her to be careful. She knew what she was doing, she said, until lover boy all but took out a front-page ad in the “Atlanta Journal”, telling most of the metro Atlanta area of their affair. It didn’t take long for the shit to hit the fan and all hell to break loose. But, Sid had been there for her the whole time. He left Seattle and flew to Atlanta to help her pick up the pieces. His Atlanta office was nearby and in need of some attention, so he didn’t mind staying here a while. A while had changed to indefinitely when he realized the depth of her problems and asked her to move into his condo, platonically, of course.

He returned his hand to her shoulder and began a gentle massage. His fingers touched her collarbone as his thumbs kneaded the knotted muscle mass around her spine. Annie let her head tip forward and slowed her breathing as Sid’s hands worked to make her feel a little more human.

He loved how she felt, even when she was this tense. Her shoulders were strong, topped by a long graceful neck. The smooth muscles of her upper back showed a hint of definition, just enough to show that she took the time to (work out and) stay in shape. He had long dreamed of waking and feeling her soft, tanned skin against his own, and while his hands kept busy at her shoulders, he kissed her. He pressed his lips against that sweet spot at the base of her neck, where it connected to her back, tracing them ever so lightly upon her skin.

Annie didn’t move. She kept her head down and let him go on planting sweet, soft kisses on her neck, back and shoulders. His salt and pepper beard swept gently over her, like the strokes of a soft paintbrush. A moan quietly crossed her lips as she slowly lifted her head. She turned to face him “Sid…”

Crash! The crystal goblet fell from her hand and shattered on the hardwood floor scattering an ocean of diamond shards of glass.

“Sid! Sid! I’m so sorry!” Tears formed in Annie’s eyes. The shattering of the goblet had been one more thing, among so many other bad things. The timing couldn’t have been worse. For a few short moments, while Sid had held her and kissed her, she had felt alive again.

“Oh baby! Are you alright?”

“Yes” Annie whimpered.

“You’re not cut are you?”

“No Sid, I’m fine” She sniffled.

“Then why are you crying, honey? It’s just a glass.”

“Because you are so good to me and all I bring you is trouble.”

Sid put his hands gently on her shoulders and shook her gently. “Annie, look into my eyes.” He cupped her chin in his hands and lifted her face. Her despairing eyes could not escape his gaze. “Annie, you’re not any trouble to me. I am just happy to be with you. Got it?”

“Uh huh” She tried to nod, but he still held her chin. Sidney lowered his head to her sad, upturned face, denim blue and steel blue eyes locked, as his soft, sensual mouth covered hers. He didn’t rush. His kiss was slow, soft; deliberate. He stole a taste of her, gently kissing and sucking her top lip. Her mouth yielded and opened just enough for his tongue to dart in and tease hers. When she surrendered and opened her heart and mind to his intention, he kissed her with a passion he didn’t know he possessed as she kissed him with a passion she thought she had long forgotten.

They said nothing after that kiss. Sid held her close, stroking her hair, listening to her stilling sniffles. Annie’s head rested against his chest, his shirt wet from her tears, listening to his heartbeat.

When he was sure that she was calm, he kissed the top of her head and gently released her. His foot shifted, sending a piece of broken glass skittering across the wooden floor.

“Oh, I forgot about the glass. I’ll get something to pick it up.” She said.

“Annie, I’ll get it. Go blow your nose. You sound funny.” He said, smiling.
Annie gave a little laugh and looked at Sid, her eyes puffy and red.

“I must be quite a sight!”

“You’re gorgeous! Now go to the bathroom and get a tissue. If you feel like it, take a shower while I clean up this mess and I’ll take you to Maggiano’s for dinner. Deal?

She smiled. “Deal!”

Sid gave her a quick squeeze and a playful slap on the backside before she headed down the hall to clean up.

“Don’t take too long! Okay, kid? I know how you women are with showers. The restaurant will be closed before you shampoo your hair!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll hurry”

He heard the shower running as he went into the kitchen to get a dustpan and broom to tackle the broken glass. A minute later, he stood knocking at the bathroom door.

“Annie? Annie! Are you decent? I need a Band-Aid, quick!”

Steam escaped from the bathroom, as Annie, dressed in a plush, white terry cloth bathrobe, opened the door. Although loosely tied above her hips, the front of the robe plunged into a deep ”V” down to her belly button. The soft, tanned tops and insides of her breasts glistened with a thin film of moisture from the warm, damp shower air. Her nipples puckered tightly as the cool, dry air from the hall whispered beneath the cotton that barely cloaked them.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, wide eyed.

“I cut myself on a piece of glass. I think I hit an artery! I’m bleeding all over the place!”

His gaze fixed on a dewdrop that had formed between her little tits. It traveled southward, first over her sternum, onto her abdominal muscles and down into her navel where it disappeared and settled, shimmering like a pearl.

”Let me have a look, silly. Sidney Philips! You are such a baby! It’s only a scratch. Get in here! I’ll fix it and make it all better.” She laughed.

Annie grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

It was like a sauna. Hot, wet steam billowed from the glass enclosed shower stall and filled the small room. Droplets of condensation had formed on the cool porcelain fixtures and lights and the mirror could not possess either of their reflections.

“The Band-Aids are in the top drawer.” Sidney pointed, distracted. “And, the peroxide is in the cabinet.”

She turned on the faucet and placed his hand under the cold, running water.

“Stay here a second. I’ll be right back with a clean washcloth.”

Annie returned a moment later with a clean, white washcloth. Sid turned off the faucet and placed his injured hand into the waiting open terry square that she held before him. Carefully, she blotted it dry. For the first time, she noticed how big his hand really was compared to hers. Gently, she lifted it out of its wrapping and turned it over, placing a soft kiss into his palm.

“See! All better!” She said, smiling as she dropped the washcloth onto the floor.

The scratch had stopped bleeding and all that remained was a small, barely visible line. She went to release him but Sid grabbed her wrist before she had a chance to pull it out of his reach. Annie gasped but had no time to react as he pulled her tightly against his body. He straightened and pulled her arm firmly to her side, immobilizing it, while his other arm wrapped around her waist, embracing her.

Her startled eyes looked up into his. Sid couldn’t help but smile.

“Shhh! Florence Nightingale” He said softly before kissing her again.

She responded without hesitation this time, matching his pace, from the long, slow and sensual caresses of his lips to the wild, fevered, passionate assaults on her mouth.

Her arms went around his neck once he released her.

Sidney untied the loose terry cloth belt that scarcely held her robe together. The sides fell open and draped along her curves, revealing her naked secrets before his feasting eyes. His hands reached under the robe and around her body, firmly grasping the underside of her buttocks. He nearly lifted her off the ground, before pressing her pubis against the hardness straining at the zipper of his slacks. She moaned while he still kissed her.

Annie danced a slow, grinding sway, her hips shifting from side to side, rubbing herself against his confined, engorged sex, seeking the comfort and release she hoped he would provide.

“Sid, please….” She breathed, her voice just above a whisper.

“Yes, love. What is it?”

“Touch me, Sid. Please touch me,” she begged softly.

“Where do you want me to touch you? Show me.”

She let go of him and took a small step back. Her eyes called to him and he watched with wonder as she let the robe fall to her feet. It was as if he had never seen another woman undress.

She was radiant in her nakedness. Her tanned skin shimmered as light from the canned ceiling fixtures played upon tiny, randomly scattered droplets of dew and perspiration that danced along the surface of her entire body. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly with each of her shallow, hurried breaths, their rosy, chocolate kiss-shaped nipples, erect and begging to be suckled in spite of the warmth that filled the room. Annie’s long shapely legs trembled with uncertainty and excitement. She ached with desire, standing before him, not moving a muscle.

“Show me, Annie.” Sid said softly, trying to maintain his composure. He wanted to tear his clothes off and take her, steal her entirety, unload himself into her right then and there. He tempered his overwhelming urge by looking into the denim eyes riveted to his that silently pleaded for tenderness.

Annie flashed him a soft smile as she gracefully mounted the bathroom counter and slowly spread her legs. Tendrils of soft, downy blonde adorned her mound, while those closest to her heavenly opening betrayed her arousal; dark, moisture dampened.

He leaned over her and kissed her feverishly. She was lost in him, devouring his mouth, his breath becoming her breath when she felt his fingers parting her lush, full lips. He skimmed one finger lightly through the length of her hot, wet cleft, smearing silky moisture from her anus to her clit. His touch electrified her and her body shook when at last he focused his total attention on her hard, little nub. She came quickly, as if she was a shaken bottle of champagne with its cork ready to explode. She moaned and panted into Sid’s mouth as the steel jaws of release gripped her insides and pulled her headlong into a crash of pleasure. Slumping, she rested her head on Sid’s shoulder and started to cry.

“Baby girl!” Sid exclaimed unaware of her tears “You are really something!”

“Thanks” came Annie’s muffled sob.

He pushed her lightly away from his shoulder.

”You crying?” He wiped the hair from her face and saw her eyes wet with tears.

Annie started to laugh while talking

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. I guess I was really, really overdue and you did me soooooo good. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.”

“Aaaargh! You are such a girl!” he teased before giving her a bear hug and kissing her again.

His kisses were softer this time and he took his time exploring her body, kissing her neck, her breasts. She held his head and stroked his hair, watching as he fondled her tits and alternately sucked and nibbled on her each of her delicate, pink nipples.

He undressed in a flash and threw his clothes into a heap. He was hard and ready, his cock defying gravity as it hovered like a downing rod away from his body. Annie smiled with approval as he approached her.

“Baby,” she purred, “you might want to turn the water off. I think the fish are flopping against the banks of Lake Lanier.”

“Let ‘em flop.” Was all he said before sliding her hips forward and gently pushing himself into her. His thrusts were slow and careful at first as if he was afraid he’d break her but he quickly picked up the pace until her little tits jiggled from the momentum and she had to use her hands to stay steady on the counter.

“I...have...an idea” stammered Annie between thrusts. She stilled Sid for a moment.

“Whaaaat?” he protested.

“Let me down.”

“Pull out? Now?” he whined.

“Shhhh…just do it”

He slipped out of her heavenly heat and muttered something about women.

Annie teasingly shot him an evil eye as she slipped from the vanity and presented him with her posterior, her legs invitingly spread.

“Now you get it?”

“Uh huh, Miss Smartass.”

And with that he grabbed her left shoulder, gave her a sound smack on her behind and speared her hard and fast before she could straighten in protest. His hands spread her wide so he could better observe his slick, shimmering rod disappearing inside of her and reappearing again. He varied his pace, driving her to the edge of delirium and back. Annie pleaded with him to fuck her hard and fast, to let her come, but he just toyed with her until he was afraid she would cry again. Finally, he unleashed himself, his balls slapping against her flesh until he felt her walls tightening around him, waves of pleasure gripping his cock, pulling him deeper into her. Her passion scream echoed in his head as she twitched beneath him and milked every drop of life-giving seed that spurted from him, flooding her inner sanctum.

Annie stood still as a statue, her palms pressed firmly against the edge of the counter, arms straight, elbows locked. Her head dangled between her shoulders. Whatever hair wasn’t soaked from perspiration and hot, humid shower steam, cascaded down into a mess of spun, honey blonde. Her back was straight and flat, like a table where upon Sid rested his contented head, his arms wrapped around her belly. They stayed like that, joined and breathing in unison until Annie started coming around; out of her orgasmic coma. She let out a series of soft, little moans and whispered, “I think I can see again.”
Sid planted a kiss on her spine. ‘Good girl.” He whispered back.

He slid out of her and she straightened herself, stretching her arms and back. She wiped an area of steam from the mirror and tried to capture her reflection on the water-streaked surface.

“Nice work, Mr. Philips. My hair never looked so good!” She kidded.

He stood behind her and held her. “We do good stuff, Ms. Annie.”

“Hey! Look at you! You have curls now!” Annie replied, giggling.

He turned her around and kissed her nose before pointing her to the shower.

“And, you’re a piece of work!” he joked back. “Now, get your butt in there or we’ll starve, woman!”

She stopped just short of the spraying water.

“Sid, instead of going out can we just call up for Chinese and eat in bed?”