*****I found myself sitting next to my typists chair a few moments later, vodka in one shaking hand, my other set of fingers clamped over my mouth. Ha... that really been my Jason? And if it had been, did he really say that he thought I was cute?A dozen yoga breathing exercises later, my heart rate was back down to three figures and one or two vaguely sensible – or at least vaguely logical – thoughts were trundling through my head like a car running on three flats and a prayer. I was being dumb. I ran home to change and cleanup, then drove over to Melly's apartment. She had gone all out for themeal. She had coffee and some pastries and then all the fixins foromelets. She met me at the door with a big kiss and a smile. She waswearing a tee shirt with no bra and shorts. Her free breasts swayed asshe moved about and her tan legs looked wonderful. We sipped our coffeeand talked. She asked me about work and I told her about the runs we hadand all my work stuff. Before we started the omelets. The clock said only a few minutes had passed but I'm sure it lied. As she let me go, I saw she was still crying."What's wrong Beth?" My anxiety was plain. Her breathing was returning to normal as she spoke."Oh baby, nothing is wrong. You made me feel so good, so very good." Her voice choked and she began to shake with her tears."If nothing's wrong, why are you crying? Sweets, talk to me please! You're scaring me." I was certain that something was wrong. (I know, I know! I'm dense. She now started kissing all over his body and while her one hand was still on his tool she was smart enough to remove her top and bottom and also kiss him at all locations possible. Now he was nude and she was in her bra and panty.Now it has his turn and he kissed her on her feet and slowly moved up. By the time he reached her vagina she had her orgasm and was wet. He just liked her dry and removed her panty. While his fingers moved in her vagina he was passionately kissing her breasts since.