Dance With a DevilChapter 7
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We drifted off to sleep. When we finally woke up again it was after 7 and completely dark. "I'm starving," she said when her mouth was finally available for other things than kissing.
"Well, let's whip up some food," I replied and got out of bed. I started to get dressed
"Don't go through all that trouble just for me," she cooed.
"Well, someone else has pinched my dressing gown and I don't think this 'naked chef' business is such a great idea," I replied.
"Do you mind?" she asked getting up and putting aforementioned garment on.
"Considering what happened because of it, I don't think so," I chuckled.
The conversation over dinner was free flowing with no hints of reservation or embarrassment. It turned to very practical matters. "We're fine for breakfast and lunch stuff, but I suggest we dine out tomorrow night. We can shop Monday. I have a couple of meetings Monday and one on Tuesday too, but only for a few hours. You should be able to get some work done on your project."
"Sure," she said. "Provided my books and notes are dry," she added, suddenly remembering the original purpose of her visit and the state she and her stuff had been in on arrival.
"No sweat," I reassured her. "All your school stuff in the plastic bag was quite dry."
"That's a relief. Em' said I could borrow a computer from you?"
"I think that can be arranged," I replied drily. I work in IT and the house has way too many computers. "Shit!" I suddenly exclaimed.
"What's wrong?" Melissa asked looking startled.
"I almost forgot. I also have a business meeting Wednesday," I said, remembering the bug-bear.
"Why is that a problem?" she asked.
"It isn't. Only it is in London. Listen, I really really want you to come. Have you got a passport?"
"In London? Wow. And yes, I have a passport at home, but why is it so important for you that I come with you?"
"For starters, I don't want to be away from you." The glacier-melting smile returned. "But also, this is a meeting where a big deal is being finalised. Afterwards there's a dinner party, and there is this woman who has been pursuing me for months..."
Melissa laughed "Oh and you want me to shield you from her?"
"Precisely, I think your presence would finally make her give up," I said.
"Sounds like fun. You want me to 'dress to kill' then?"
"Got it in one. We fly over very early Wednesday morning. You can spend the day shopping for a killer outfit and have your hair done and so on, and then we will meet up for the dinner."
"Sounds like fun," she repeated. "But won't you have to tell them I'm coming?"
"Exactly," I replied, grabbed my cell phone and dialled the UK project manager.
"John? It's George. About this thing Wednesday. I don't think I've told you that I'm bringing my partner Melissa with me. Will that be OK with the hotel and restaurant?" I said, knowing full well that they obviously could have no idea about Melissa.
"Oh hi George, no I didn't know anything about that. Jennifer has been making all the arrangements. I even think she will be staying at the same hotel as you. She would like to be able to have drink and not worry about driving. Or so she said..." Even on a poor cell phone connection, the unspoken message came over loud and clear. "Anyway, the hotel is no problem, obviously - all their rooms are at least doubles, as you know. And I'll just make sure that the restaurant knows. The restaurant is at the hotel, by the way. It is supposed to be very good."
"I am sure it is," I said. "Well, that's all splendid then. See you Wednesday morning at your office. Cheers."
I gave Melissa the thumbs up and I fired up a PC. With that short notice, getting another seat on an early flight to London could be difficult. It was outright impossible, so I got us seats for Tuesday night. "Sorry," I said. "I seem to be taking more and more of your work time from you." Melissa grimaced.
Next I phoned the hotel. Certainly, I could come a day early. Certainly, it was a double room; it was a suite in fact. Certainly they could arrange for a hair dresser's appointment for my partner. No problem at all. Happy to be of assistance.
"Wow!" said Melissa. "This is all happening so fast. Now, tell me about my 'rival'."
It was my turn to pull a face, but she got the story. "And how old is this woman?" she asked when I had finished with all the sordid details.
"Don't know really. Late thirties, I think, but trying to look 29. She is married too, to boot. But she assures me that she lives in an 'open' marriage which I take to mean that hubby doesn't shag her any more, so she seeks her fun elsewhere."
"That's gross!" said Melissa, reverting to age.
"Well, I don't care - as long as I am not the one designated to provide her fun," I replied.
"You'd better not be," Melissa said and dragged me off to the bedroom.
Waking up Sunday morning with Melissa in the bed was a revelation. I hadn't realised just how much I missed that - waking up with another person. I was looking at Melissa, feasting on her beauty and determined not to wake her up, but after a few minutes she stirred and opened her eyes. I have to admit I was a little nervous about her reaction, but her smile was warm and happy. "Oh goody," she said. "It was not a dream."
I was immensely relived and happy about that reaction. But after a few moments her face clouded over a bit and she pressed both hands to her abdomen just below the rib cage and those gorgeous tits of hers. "Ovulation pain?" I asked.
"Yup," she replied. "I think you might be getting more than you bargained for!"
"Both sides?" I asked. She nodded.
"Well, that's cool. Twins will be fine. Given my age it's good if we have the kids in pairs and in quick succession," I said dead-pan.
She gulped. "How many were you planning for?"
"I wasn't," I replied, "only I don't hold with only children, so twins are really a blessing. If we feel up to it once you've completed whatever education you want to do then we can have a third perhaps, but let's just see if you can put up with this old geezer for that long!"
"I've never slept will an 'old geezer', and I have no intention of doing so!" she replied archly but continued with a wicked grin "I do however like my man to be mature." And once more set to work on my cock.
I have always loved morning sex but have had precious little of it, what with the risk of children barging in ridiculously early. There where no such distractions now, of course, and the next 20 or 25 minutes were spent in the best way possible. Melissa was certainly getting to know the possibilities her lovely body held for providing pleasure both to herself and me. She seemed to prefer being on top, which suited me fine - I have always been a tit man, and Melissa's were mesmerising. We maintained our amazing unbroken sequence of simultaneous orgasms and drifted off once more.
True to established form, she was starving when we woke up again. "You go have a shower while I fix breakfast," I said. "If we shower together I doubt if we will ever get to have breakfast." She laughed.
"All your clothes are still in the drier. They should be dry if a little crumpled," I continued.
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