One year of love for each other. One year of Lily being a part of Chris and Chris being a part of Lily. Chris wanted to make Lily feel special this ni...ht. He wanted to bring her so much pleasure that she would forget about everything else. He wanted to make Lily feel things she had never felt before, pleasure she hadn't even dared to dream about. Because seeing Lily writhing in pleasure from his touch, panting and gasping for air, was what got him off. He loved seeing the normally reserved and. An hour went by. The clock was approaching seven.Zane said, “I’m starving, Mister- uh, sorry.” He began again. "Are you hungry, Steele? I wonder what they have to eat? They’ll serve us here, right?”Steele held up his hand. “I have a reservation in the dining car for seven-thirty. I think I can get you in as my guest. Would you like that?”“I’ve never eaten in a dining car. I’ve only seen that in movies,” Zane said.“Well,” Steele said smiling, “this isn’t the Orient Express. Don’t expect too. As space between them develops, I can see the beginnings of perspiration developing on the white skin closest to her areolae.His eyes on me, I sip my bourbon, then set it down.When I’m home, we tap-danced on broken glass“I think to continue this, you should probably head upstairs.” I glance up the stairwell, doubting either can see my eyes in the relative darkness.My love sits on her knees, a quick respite. Her hand is no longer between her legs, but caressing her own thigh. Memories of her. Her long dark hair was straight and almost glowing under our horrible fluorescent lighting. My eyes traveled down her body and as I looked up into her eyes, I could almost hear her say, “my eyes are up here, stupid!”I quickly changed tactics, “Great to meet you Linda! How are you liking the new position?” The eyes that just moments ago were on the verge of going angry, softened as she spoke for the first time. “I’m not sure I like the weather you brought in for me, but the people are nice.” Her.