Brian stood behind Mary as she fumbled with the keys to her company’s apartment in Chicago. She was exhausted. It had been a long and emotional day. Many hours ago her fussed-over, auburn hair perfectly framed her pretty face. Now, her hair was pulled back into a short, somewhat oily pony tail that confessed just how tired she was.

Frustrated, she grunted and spun around handing Brian the package she had carried from the pharmacy…the one hiding their erotic secret. “Hold this or I’m going to scream. I can’t stop my damned hand from shaking. I’m a nervous wreck. Brian.”

“You’re not alone,” he said, cynically.

Brian’s mind was awash with memories of one-night stands, past. Was this going to be another one? He was 35 and he was tired of waking up in strange beds looking for a way to escape. I’ve got a breakfast date, or a plane to catch, or whatever, but I’ll call you, I promise. Right. Was this going to be different?

If there was something between them, he wondered…and it sure felt like there was…did he even want to do what they had talked about? If I give Mary an enema on our first date, where the hell do we go from there? Enema’s in public places? At the White House, maybe? LOL.

He watched as the key slipped into the lock. Click. The door eased open. Their luggage stood where they had left it in the foyer only a half hour ago. It felt much longer. Brian followed her in and quietly closed the door on a world that both he and Mary would, very soon, leave behind.

Brian put the two bags he was carrying…the one with the junk food and the one with the enema bag…on a small chair next to an end table in the foyer on which there was a small, hand-lettered note:

Welcome to your home away from home while on assignment in Chicago.

Thank you for your hard work on half of Personal Publishing.

It was signed by Mary’s boss, who was also the owner of the publishing company. “She must be great to work for…a class act.”

“She is,” responded Mary. “She’s the best…”

She stopped, abruptly, mid-sentence, and raised her eyes to meet his. Her look had a purpose.

“Hold me. I have to feel your body against me, Brian. I can’t wait for this any longer.” His arms wrapped her up, pulling her tight to him, her breasts flatted against his chest, their thighs sharing the heat of their touch.

Brian’s heart raced. Mary shifted a little to the right so his left thigh could slip between her now-separated legs. She rotated her hips forward driving the V of her exposed crotch into his leg as she strained to bring as much pressure as she could on her special place…an aching place ever since she met Brian Conner. She rocked back and forth, her hands sliding urgently from his back to his butt, to his hair. Her lips found his, their mouths open, their dueling tongues urging the process on. Now, Brian’s erection drove into her hip, as she continued to push hard against his flexed and trembling thigh.

Encased in a spiral of out of control passion, they danced to a song only true lovers can hear and feel. As she buried her face in his shoulder, his shirt muffling her moans and whispered cries, Mary spiraled into an otherworldly place of complete and total surrender…to her body and to a trusted friend, soul mate and true lover for not even one day.

She continued to rock gently against him. He could feel the wetness of her passion on his leg and in his imagination. “I guess I kind of lost control, Mr. Conner.”

“I thought only men had premature ejaculation,” Brian quipped. “Look at what you did to my trousers,” he said, pointing to large wet spot she had left on the target of her thrusting.

“Ha! No apologies from me, Mr. Smartypants. You have no idea what wet is! But I do think the books need to be balanced,” she said, pushing his back gently against the wall of the foyer as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her left hand reached up between his legs, her probing fingers probing his crack, while pulling his pelvis into her face. “It’s time for payback, Mr. Conner,” she said while gazing up at him.

Mary rolled her face back and forth over his covered penis. Could it really be this hard, she wondered? She leaned back a little so she could open his belt. There was no fumbling this time as there had been with the key. She was on a mission, her goal in site.

As she pulled down his fly and then his trousers, Brian’s fingers tried to grip the wall behind him. He stood there helpless before her, the head of his erect penis hiding just below the waist band of his undershorts. Ever so carefully, almost as though she was sneaking up on it, she pulled the elastic toward her to reveal the glistening head of her quarry. She paused as she laid her eyes on what she had dreamed about since first meeting Brian on the plane. “I think I could get used to this, Mr. Conner.”

As she pulled his shorts down, she pursed her lips and delicately surrounded the head of his penis, her tongue cleaning off its precum wetness. Her right hand rose to aim the shaft toward her hungry mouth, while her left hand, underneath him, resumed its exploration of the valley between his cheeks. Finding what she was looking for, she quickly removed her hand, pushing it down the front of her own pants, down her tummy to the source of her own, slippery wetness. Just as quickly, she returned her hand and pushed his cheeks apart with her fingers.

“Relax my beautiful man. Surrender,” she whispered as she eased her longest finger deeply into his anus. Then she took Brian’s penis back into her mouth where it would, in moments, spill the pent-up passion of a thousand, empty orgasms.

The image of his beautiful Mary, her mouth open to him, awaiting the inevitable explosion of his manhood, the feeling of her finger deep inside him, the memories of the past few hours; they all conspired to take Brian to a place he had never been before. Mary could feel it, too.

His eyes, the way looked down at her. The way he lovingly stoked her hair as she caressed, licked and sucked his penis. The way he let her mouth, her tongue and her lips be the guide to his release. This was so much more than sex. She glanced up at his face. His pleading, glassy, almost tearful eyes gave testimony to where he was…where he never wanted to leave.

“Oh my god, Mary!” he cried, as his penis throbbed and pumped a message of such deep connection, of oneness, of the journey to come. Mary pulled her finger out of his anus so she could hold him with both hands as he convulsed into her mouth, her tongue playing with his sperm before she had no choice but to swallow inside her.

Exhausted, Brian slid down the wall, extending his naked legs in front of him. As he did so, Mary adjusted herself so that she now sat astride his lap, her still-fully-clothed body resting on his now-flaccid penis. Brian tilted her head back to find her lips…the lips that moments before had invited his sperm into her mouth. They beckoned him to her. Their lips met, their tongues met, they closed a circle on their oneness. There would be more to come.