. or phone sex. Maeve shook that uncharitable thought from her head as Shameera continued, "I have a thing or two I wanted to talk to you about and it...looks like I am going to be on the East Coast for a while. My cowardly editor in London refuses to send me anywhere near Afghanistan and apparently that includes Iraq. I tried to get assigned to Baghdad or Mosul, since that is the general operating area I think Con would be in right now based on what some of my friends are telling me is going on. I saunter into the bar, wearing a straight black skirt, heels, and a tight red t-shirt. I can see you sitting at the very back of the room in a large circular booth, watching me as I walk towards you, both of us smiling. I sit down, you move in close to me. Just then the waiter walks up and sets my favorite drink (vodka redbull) down in front of me. I have to laugh. ‘You’re good.’ I say. We make small talk about your flight, and other miscellaneous topics over a couple more cocktails. You’re. Sated with her first coffee of the day she waited for it to finish brewing. ‘I don’t want to drip all over your floor.’ He called to her. Filthy thoughts of him doing far more then drip on her floor raced through her mind. She felt she should be embarrassed by them but that wasn’t her style, at least it never had been, and maybe she was feeling just a little bit more like her old self. She did manage to stop short of actually saying anything. She thought of him, stripped naked, soaking wet,. A great bubble of pre-cum seeped from the eye at the tip. With her finger, she took it off and brought it up for both of us to look at, then planted a mischievous kiss right on its tip. ‘Good. It seems to work,’ she laughed. It was funny but she was in no way shy or nervous now. God, I wanted her. ‘Come on, Steve. We can’t put this off for ever,’ she smiled. ‘Make love to me.’ I did. I ran my hands over her breasts and belly, kissing and thrilling to their touch. Down over her thighs and.