Please don't think I regret our night. And please don't think I hope it will never happen again. But I do need a bit more time to work through my feel...ngs before we can get back to normal. Or what passes for normal for us."A week later she stopped into my office and closed the door.She sidled up to my desk and plopped her shapely behind on the corner of it."You know, it occurs to me that there is only one portion of my anatomy that remains a mystery to you," she said in her fake drawl as she. "Do you know how fast you were going, mam?" No, sir. I apologize, I should've been paying more attention." I should really give you a ticket."I pout, knowing there's only a few ways out of this ticket, but just how far am I willing to go? I run my hands up my thighs, hiking up the coat and showing the bare skin beneath. I hear him breathing hard as the tan skin is revealed. "Let me see what's under that coat, and I'll let you go with a warning," he pants.I slowly unbutton the coat. One button,. It was a great experience to collaborate with him on this and we learned a lot about each other’s technical competence outside of the sexual arena.We had agreed to drive together and when he came out of his house wearing a suit and tie and black Italian leather shoes, I almost creamed in my pants. He had put gel in his hair and trimmed his beard and looked fucking hot. He had also applied some nice, masculine cologne and smelled great. I looked directly into his steel blue eyes, shook his. Confused.. wanting.. then his heart skipped a beat as he realized she was looking past all of the commotion.. and straight at him. The noisemaker was her date.. but she wouldn’t be going home with him.. not tonight. Stepping back in time, Jake felt himself slide from his bar stool. He knew the feeling. Long unfamiliar and distant. Rising from some deep dark place inside his ancient body. As if his heart had been waiting for his mind. The urge. The instinct. The butterflies….. Never rush… each.