I must have had a starry-eyed expression on my face, by the way Abby kept peering at me. I couldn’t help it… It’s what she does to me.
It was really baffling how the day had unfolded.
I wasn’t even sure I’d see her during my trip. Instead, she gave me the most risky, exciting, and memorable moments of my life.
We casually strolled down the less-traveled trail, holding hands, laughing about how we could have been caught like we were teenagers or something.
She sounded like the Abby I remembered. Adventurous and excited for life. And her flushed face never faded.
Her car had actually been parked in the same lot as mine. Maybe the anticipation of possibly seeing her blinded me earlier.
Unfortunately, the silence crept in when we reached her car. It wasn’t awkward, it seemed to be reflective.
We crossed the line, twice now, and that gave both of us a lot to think about. Plus, this might be the last time we see each other for a while. There was a definite heaviness about it.
Pulling her in close, I embraced her, resting my head on hers.
While we were holding each other, a woman walked by with her young child. She gave me a look that said, “Go get a room.”
I paid no serious attention, because we were simply existing in our own private world for a few minutes, holding tightly.
Until Abby’s phone vibrated, dragging us back to the real world.
Walking around the back of her car, she took the call. I wasn’t listening, but I heard her say she’d be home soon.
Yeah, reality was back.
Abby ended her call, and we both knew it was time for her to go. She reached, taking my hand.
“I’m sorry, I have to go,” she bemoaned.
The light in her eyes seemed to dull a bit when she said that.
“I get it,” I grumbled, doing a bad job of hiding my obvious disappointment.
She reached up, touching the side of my face, mirroring all the jumbled-up emotions inside of me.
It wasn’t all sorrow. I don’t want to make it sound that way. I was absolutely thrilled with the amazing time we got to spend together. Not just the amazing sex, but being together.
I don’t know how long we sat up there on that car-sized rock, but however long it was… it was time we needed.
And… sometimes you need more of it, but life doesn’t work that way for us.
So many times, places, and ways we were together only to have someone or something interrupt the perfect moment.
Leaning in, Abby met me halfway, our lips touched one more time as she kept her hand on my face.
The kiss broke, but our foreheads remained resting together. Trying to extend the stillness a few more seconds.
“Okay, you need to go,” I joked, giving her butt a quick squeeze.
When she turned, I noticed some light dirt and leaves on the back of her tank top and brushed it off for her. I didn’t want Abby going home looking like she’d been laying on the ground.
She smiled and gave me one more hug before hopping in her car. I slowly walked toward my truck as I watched her drive off in a trail of dust.
Sitting in my truck, I realized there was a lump in my back pocket. I chuckled, reaching back and pulling her balled-up cream-colored panties out. I held them for a moment, then placed them in the center console.
My thoughts shifted as I turned onto the road.
Damn, I’m hungry.
Pulling into a mom-and-pop burger place, I ordered and let my thoughts run wild while waiting.
I kept replaying the whole scene, hearing her pleasure over and over. I was actually pretty proud of myself, knowing I could still do that to her.
Back in my room, watching the local news on the rather small TV, I finished off my not-so-cheap burger. The whole time, hoping she would send me a message.
I was waiting to see if she had anything to say, or if we were just going to let this be another one of our adventures that we rarely brought up.
Another tinge of guilt hit me, thinking about the trip back home the following day. A strange feeling, like a surge of adrenaline, causing a clawing sensation in my stomach and a tingling running through my spine. But just as quickly as it came on, my thoughts drifted back to that stone slab.
Closing my eyes, trying to push the feeling away, I actually felt myself becoming aroused. I visualized her lying back on that rock table, her heels digging into the edge of the stone, my face between her thighs. Not to mention still smelling her in my beard.
Hell, once the tingling faded, I contemplated taking care of business myself.
Grabbing my phone, I sent Abby a quick, innocuous message. I told her how absolutely amazing it was to see her, and if she had time before work tomorrow, maybe she could swing by, and we could have some breakfast here in the hotel lobby.
“It would be nice to see you before I leave.”
I wanted to say more, but I didn’t want to cause any issues in case someone else caught a glimpse of her phone.
Setting my phone down, I drew the curtains shut and started undressing, knowing I should take a shower.
When my body aches, hot water always loosens everything up.
It must have been a good fifteen minutes I stood there with scalding water flowing down my back. It helped relieve my tensed muscles. But then, I thought I heard my phone ding.
I turned off the water, partially drying myself with a crappy hotel towel while walking out to the bedside table.
It was Abby! She had actually sent a couple messages.
The first one was from about twenty minutes earlier, asking when I thought I might be going to bed. Then another one, a few minutes later, said breakfast sounded good.
The last one, the one I actually heard, “I’ll try to sneak over.”
I was absolutely ecstatic, knowing I’d get to see her one more time. Sure, it was just breakfast, but that was good enough.
“Still up, probably won’t be able to sleep. I hope to see you soon.”
It was a quick reply, but that’s how we mostly operate nowadays.
My mind drifted back to taking care of myself again as I started towards the bathroom to finish drying off.
Unexpectedly, there was a light rap at the door.
I threw the towel over my shoulder while quickly grabbing my gym shorts. I struggled to slide them up my legs as I nearly tripped heading for the door.
Who the heck…?
Curiously, I looked through the peephole.
Standing on the other side of that door… was Abby.
I pulled the door open, still trying to dry my hair and beard.
As soon as it swung open, Abby’s gray eyes widened, seeing me standing before her, mostly naked and wet.
Before I could speak, she reached out and teasingly touched my bare chest.
“Ooh, were you expecting someone?” she giggled as she stepped into my room.
I closed the door behind her, not before looking around the mostly empty parking lot. Old habits and all.
“What are you doing here?” I mindlessly asked.
She looked around my modest, dimly lit room, then playfully bounced onto the still-made queen-sized bed, not before giving me enough time to check out her beautifully shaped ass wrapped in tight blue jeans.
She dropped what looked like a small overnight bag on the floor.
I must have really looked confused, because I definitely felt like I was.
“I have to work overnight,” she offered with a casual wink.
“Really?” I questioned as I walked towards the bed, still drying off.
I grabbed the remote control and turned the TV off.
“Yeah… A big emergency came up,” and she left it at that.
It didn’t need any further explanation. Years of our code talk made her comment clear.
It kind of reminded me of the old days when we were in our twenties. Secret ICQ messages letting me know when or where to meet her without anyone else knowing, in case they read the messages.
Sitting there, she scanned my whole body, only pausing on my shorts.
I looked down seeing my stretchy shorts had absorbed a lot of water, probably emphasizing my partial erection.
She knew.
With her staring at me, I became aware of my self-consciousness. I’m not out of shape or anything. I’ve got a rather flat stomach, a broad chest, and decent arms and legs.
Probably a bit north of a dad-bod. But years of damage and scars probably paint an interesting picture.
Still, I started looking around for my T-shirt.
“So, you’re working the whole night,” I teased while slipping my shirt over my head.
She looked a little disappointed as I put it on.
I had grabbed the shirt off my bag, leaving her panty clue exposed.
Abby clearly saw them and blushed while smiling.
“The whole night,” she emphasized. “I just hope I can make it through the night, after my busy day.”
I gave her my best wicked grin.
She was wearing a light floral blouse, fitted just right at the waist, feminine without trying too hard. She looked shower-fresh and sexy as ever.
Sitting down, I placed my hand over hers, wrapping my fingers around it.
“You want to go out and do something… or…?” I hinted while raising an eyebrow.
She looked at the satin panties, then back at me.
Abby’s the one who typically initiates in these situations. But tonight, she seemed quieter, and I really did understand.
We had to be feeling the same way. I’ve known her most of my life, and I like to believe I understand her in ways most others don’t or can’t.
We both knew this would be a difficult path, but time herself couldn’t keep us apart.
Yes, I said herself. The older I’ve become, the more I see time as a mistress. She plays games, sometimes kind, often mean. Rarely forgiving.
Abby’s playful teasing gave way, allowing her desire to surface.
I knew.
Leaning closer, I moved a hand behind her head, under her hair, and lightly touched my lips to hers. A delicate, exploring kiss, our tongues effortlessly moving over each other, swirling together.
Abby moaned in a sexy tone that stole my reasoning. She reached up, touching my face as her other hand moved to my chest.
I searched my memories, wondering if we had ever done this twice in one day. I remember so many times… but twice?
No, I don’t believe so.
Her breath quickened, yet she remained focused. Her hand moved from my face up into my still-damp hair.
Her lips tasted of cherry. Her tongue was sweet, like maybe she had a soda before knocking on my door. It was warm as it moved over the inside of my lips, across my own tongue.
The kiss broke as we simultaneously fell back on our sides, facing each other. I reached and brushed her hair from her desirable face.
Abby’s expression held vulnerability, but trust.
What was she feeling?
I’ve been told many times in my life that I don’t possess the ability to read people. That I let people take advantage of me, or I trust the wrong ones, or that I can’t tell what a person is experiencing. Usually by my exes.
But lying there, studying her face in that moment, I remembered why I used to write so much poetry.
Looking into her eyes and noticing the little micro-expressions in her face, I really believed I could see everything going on in there. Longing, desire, passion… love.
It was all right there, begging for me to write about it, write about her.
Her hand found mine and pulled it to her chest. I could tell her heart was racing.
I moved towards her as she rolled onto her back, legs still dangling off the bed. I climbed over her body, my knees on either side of her hips, and leaned down, kissing her again.
Her hand traveled to the back of my neck while our tongues danced.
It wasn’t rushed, there was no pressure. For the first time in our lives, we had a whole night. The kiss reflected that.
My hand traced along her waist, then her ribs. It came to rest on her breast, and I teased her nipple through her thin blouse and bra.
A sigh slipped from her mouth as I firmly cupped her breast.
Abby pushed me up, breaking the kiss. I sat over her on my knees. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, letting it fall from her shoulders, then unclasped her bra, tossing them both aside.
Kissing her neck, shoulder, over her collarbone, I really took my time.
My fingers returned to her bare breast, teasing her nipple as it stiffened beneath my touch.
I settled over her other hardened nipple, swirling my tongue around her areola, then took her nipple between my teeth, delicately biting down.
My free hand moved down her side till I found the waist of her jeans. I slowly unbuttoned them, then pulled the zipper down.
Sensual sighs continued to slip from Abby. Her head was tilted slightly back, her eyes closed. One of her hands on the back of my head was lightly tracing through my hair.
Lying over her, I could feel the heat radiating from her body, especially between her thighs.
I left her nipple, lazily kissing and licking around her breast, down her beating chest, over her stomach. I circled her belly button, causing her to squirm slightly, then stopped just above her unbuttoned jeans.
Sitting up, I looked down at Abby. Her dark, thick hair splayed out on the bed, her arms now resting out at her sides. Her bare chest, jean-covered legs dangling off the bed at her knees. I wanted to do so much to her that night.
She opened her gorgeous eyes, looking at me, silently coaxing me on.
I stood at the foot of the bed and pulled my own shirt back off, dropping it carelessly to the floor.
Unstrapping her wedge sandals, I let them fall to the floor.
The temptation was too strong, so I lightly tickled the arch of her foot, causing her to laugh and wiggle.
“Still ticklish, huh?” I teased, thinking back to when she grabbed me on the trail.
I tried to be elegant, but I imagine I looked pretty clumsy, grabbing her tight jeans and sliding them over her hips and down her legs.
Abby kicked her feet a little, trying to get them to work their way down as I finally pulled them free.
I couldn’t help myself, studying her ravishing body before me, naked except for a pair of pink cotton panties that had been pulled partially off with her jeans.
The panties had rolled slightly, the top just above her mound.
Her hands were on her lower stomach now, like she was shyly trying to cover herself up. I found it cute.
One of her legs still in my hand, I kissed the top of her foot, then trailed light, feathery kisses up her calf, her knee, and along her inner thigh.
Dropping to my knees in front of her, she spread her legs, inviting me. I licked her silky smooth thigh, nearly to her apex. She offered small sighs and murmured moans as encouragement.
I glanced back toward her face, but her head was tilted back again, not allowing me to see her eyes. But I saw tiny goosebumps on her arms. Internally, I grinned seeing the reaction I created.
My lips were almost to her panties. I could smell her familiar arousal.
Inching forward, I placed a kiss on her panty-covered pussy with my nose pressing into her. When I did, her stomach and thighs tightened.
I ran both hands up her thighs and hooked her panties, sliding them down as she lifted, allowing me to take them off in one fluid motion.
I took a second, studying her, slowing my breath, trying to calm my heart.
Abby lay back, romantically lit by the dim bedside lamp. One hand up near her hair, the other on her stomach. Her legs were slightly spread, allowing me to see her completely. Observing the pulse in her neck, the rise and fall of her chest. Her feet wiggled in anticipation.
I must have been fixated a little too long, as she lifted her head to look at me. A geeky guy, kneeling before a beautiful naked woman, still wearing his old stretchy shorts with an erection straining against the material.
Raising an eyebrow, I gave her my best sly grin.
She spread her legs further as I moved toward her. I went straight to her wet center, my tongue slipped into her folds, licking and tasting her essence. My arms wrapped under her thighs, making her lift her legs over my shoulders, while gripping her hips.
Abby groaned in approval when I moved to her clit, flicking my tongue, breathing out hot breaths, almost humming into her. One of her hands gripped my hair as she pushed her pelvis toward me.
I continued varying my technique, clit, lips, and her opening. Her moisture covered my facial hair.
She pushed up hard into my face, her heels pressed into my back. The muscles twitched in her smooth thighs around my face.
“Oh, my God… Anthony,” burst from her mouth.
Spasms rippled, radiating out from her center. Her hand left my head and both of her fists clinched the bedding.
Soon, her pelvis relaxed, falling back to the bed. Her grip loosened.
I looked up from between her legs, seeing her breasts moving with her rapid breathing.
She pulled her arms back, propping up her upper body. She looked down at me, still on my knees. She was flushed with red cheeks… feverish-looking.
She moved her legs from my shoulders as I leaned back onto my heels. She sat up, her legs still spread, dangling off the bed.
“I can’t catch… my breath,” gasped Abby.
I was proud.
She reached for me, as I scooted forward, wrapping my arms around her. We kissed again as her hand traveled down across my stomach, slipping into my shorts. She wrapped her hand around my very hard dick.
“Umm,” she encouraged, stroking me several times.
Twice in one day.
I stood as she tugged my shorts down, then I stepped out of them, kicking them away.
In a repeat of earlier today, Abby opened and took half of me into her mouth, while stroking the rest with her small hand. I watched intently as she moved her head back and forth, keeping a constant suction. I clinched my jaw as her tongue rubbed along the underside.
She looked up into my eyes, her mouth making gluing sounds. When she did, I nearly lost it. Something about her innocent gaze, with my dick in her mouth, really pushes me to the edge.
Trying to minimize the sensations she created, mentally I let my mind wander to the other things I would love to do to her.
But she knew how close I was and pulled her head back, making an audible pop as her lips left me.
She scooted back on the bed, her head resting on the pillow with a “come take me” expression across her face.
I climbed up, eager to oblige.
Trying to look sexy, probably failing, I crawled towards her, over her naked body. She spread her legs as I settled down, pressing my lips back to hers. My erection lay against her delicious pussy.
Her arms wrapped around me, fingers lightly traced along my spine, while she rotated her pelvis, grinding against me.
I reached between us, grabbing my straining erection. I lined it up, pushing forward a little, letting the tip edge inside of her.
Abby pushed against me, her desire pushing me, but I kept it slow. Pushing, pulling back, fractions at a time, relishing the feeling of her opening around me.
She moaned into my mouth as our tongues continued their exploration. Her hard nipples scraped along my chest as I continued shifting my hips, finally bottoming out with the familiar bump at the end of her extremely hot canal.
Abby let out another faint “ooh” as I held there. She squeezed against me, sending shivers throughout my entire body. Her heels wrapped over the back side of my legs, pulling me even closer.
Slowly, I started. Nearly pulling completely out, then all the way back in, each time our pelvises bumping into each other. I swear I could feel every ridge inside her, gripping me as I moved.
I pulled away from her lips, kissing her cheek and her jawline. I teasingly bit her earlobe.
Sucking on her neck, I was very deliberate not to leave any kind of marks.
I pushed my hands into the mattress, lifting my upper body, staring into her eyes as I continued calculated shifts. Abby’s eyes grew dark as her pupils dilated, her mouth barely open.
Her expression changed when she realized I was staring. A crooked smile crept onto her face.
“What?” she asked.
I lightly shook my head. “Nothing.”
I thought about all the decisions that took me down other paths. A lot of beauty came out of those decisions, and I wouldn’t change that. But this, right here… I wish I had found the right decision to take me here long ago.
I said “nothing,” but I know she knew.
Abby shifted the quiet tension and playfully pushed me over, causing me to slip free from her.
I scooted up, laying my head on a pillow, and she swung her leg over me, grabbing my dick and teasingly lined herself up.
She slowly sank all the way down and began to rock her hips in small gyrations.
Her hands pushed into my chest as her hips shifted back and forth, keeping me fully inside her. She had this delicious trick of flexing and relaxing that brought me back to the edge so quickly.
“How’s that feeling?” she teased.
“Ooh, you’re… killing me.”
Abby’s breathing became uncontrolled as she ground herself harder. I could physically see her orgasm taking over. Flexing muscles, closed eyes, labored breath.
I felt her warmth flow onto my pelvis and thighs.
Her body tensed as she pressed into me. I saw her toes curl, her head lowered, her chin nearly pressing into her chest.
Abby looked back to me, her eyes opened, and a smile formed. “That was intense,” she offered.
She bent, kissed me again for several seconds, then she sat upright and edged her knees forward on either side of my ribs.
She began to rise, the muscles on her inner thighs tightening as she lifted, then she slowly sank.
She was giving me what she knew I liked, being able to watch. Seeing her pussy open, stretch around me. Seeing her lift several inches, then drop back down again.
I loved every second of it, but needed to slow the moment.
I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest. She sank completely. I found her lips again and began tracing my tongue along them, and as her mouth opened, our tongues found each other one more time.
She adjusted, wrapping her legs behind me, and I drew my own knees up, her butt resting against my thighs.
Abby continued her internal flexing, small, intentional movements between us. Edging me closer and closer.
My temperature rose and that squeezing sensation turned in on itself. Small electrical sparks deep within me. No matter how hard I tried to resist, there was no more fighting it.
Involuntary deep groans bellowed from deep inside my throat. I instinctively pulled her tighter to me.
Abby sensed what was happening and encouraged me with several whispered “yeses.”
My body tightened, thrusting up into her, holding as I erupted.
My head found her shoulder as a primitive grunt tore from me.
We held each other tight for quite a while, my body giving off little shivers as my temperature started to decrease.
That had to have been the most intense orgasm of my entire life. As I started to come down, I was actually aching, but it was a good ache.
Abby had made several sounds herself, and I briefly wondered if I had hurt her at all.
I lifted my head from her shoulder, beads of sweat dripping down my temples, and looked back into her eyes. She looked at me with intensity.
“I’m sorry,” I offered.
“For what, baby?”
Still breathing hard, I said, “I think I got carried away.”
Abby kissed me again, letting me know she was okay.
She broke the kiss, put her hands on my face, and stared into my eyes again.
“That was amazing.”
We stayed there for a while. Even though I softened, she held me inside, not wanting to let go just yet.
I eventually pulled my head back as she looked at me. My mind drifted for a moment, to other things… like food.
“Are you hungry?”
After everything we had just been through, Abby laughed at my question.
She knew exactly what she wanted too, birria tacos.
After placing the order, Abby reached off the side of the bed, grabbed my Punisher T-shirt, and walked into the bathroom while I picked up our scattered clothes from the floor and slipped my own shorts back on.
We finally pulled the covers back on the bed, and Abby climbed in. She grabbed the remote off the nightstand and started browsing for a movie to put on.
I sat in the chair across from the bed at the little table, waiting for the order to arrive, but my eyes were fixed on her. She looked so relaxed, so natural. Sitting there with her legs crisscrossed, wearing nothing but my T-shirt.
The covers were just barely draped over her legs, but I still had a clear view from where I sat.
We didn’t talk about it much, but we did talk. Funny stories about coworkers, kids, I even tossed out my dad jokes… of course, she just rolled her eyes.
Eventually, there was a light knock on the door. I pulled it open, and it was the food delivery guy.
Taking the order, I handed him a cash tip, then closed and locked the door.
Abby had landed on The Martian. It’s funny she found that. It’s my favorite background movie when other things are going on.
Scooting next to her on the bed, we unwrapped our meal.
What better post sex snack than birria tacos?
It really was the perfect evening.
It was an entirely different type of afterglow. We talked… about everything, bouncing through years’ worth of memories and subjects. We laughed, we hugged, we were just… us, with nothing in the way.
At some point after food, Abby ended up on her side, with me spooned in behind her. The covers were pulled halfway over us and we were still watching the movie, which was nearly over.
The conversation had slowed. We were just a couple watching TV, enjoying each other’s company.
I may have started drifting off, but Abby’s butt wiggling against my crotch brought me back. I wasn’t sure if she was just getting comfortable or teasing, but it definitely caught my attention.
Nosing my way through her thick hair, I eventually found her neck with my lips. She sighed and brought her hand up, resting it on the back of my head.
My fingers lazily traced up her thigh, under the shirt, then wrapped over her hip. She pushed back against me again, letting me know it wasn’t just shifting.
“What have you done to me?” I whispered in her ear, feeling my arousal build.
I knew she had to have noticed it pressing against her butt because “Umm,” was all she offered.
My hand slid down from her hip, moving between her thighs, touching her.
She lifted her leg just enough to allow my fingers access. I rubbed her clit in small circles, bringing more faint sounds from her. Her upper body twisted toward me with another kiss.
She awkwardly reached behind, tugging my shorts down as I lifted my hip, trying to help. Pulling my hand from between her legs, I pushed my shorts the rest of the way down and kicked them off of my feet.
Scooting my hips forward, I slid myself against her, feeling her moisture coat me. During the sliding, I occasionally would knock on her back door. She whimpered a couple times then reached her hand between her thighs, guiding me into her pussy once more. Unlike her efforts several weeks before.
We both moaned as I entered her very slowly, teasingly.
Abby kissed me one more time before turning forward again, her fingers stayed between her legs, touching herself and me as I continued slow, smooth thrusts.
She pulled her legs forward a bit and arched her back into me, allowing a much deeper penetration.
She emitted low hums with each one of my movements.
It wasn’t frantic or hurried. We didn’t have to rush or worry about someone coming around the corner.
Was this what people meant when they talked about “making love”?
And yeah, the chorus of that song was playing in my head.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that, keeping that slow pace. But nature eventually took over.
Abby began pushing back into me with urgency, crying my name. I matched her, the rhythm building between us, losing that careful control we’d been holding onto.
I noticed her fingers on me as I moved. Like she was measuring how much of me she was taking.
Again, for the second time that night, she tightened around me. Her body trembled, small quakes running up her legs and through her spine. I listened to her and the erotic sounds of my dick, slipping through her wetness.
Another drawn-out “Ooh” escaped her, and that sent me over the edge again.
Not holding back this time, I gripped her hip tight and pushed in hard. I actually saw white spots in my vision.
Spasms ripped through me, everything tingling… then stillness.
Abby eventually shifted, then turned to face me. Our bodies moved closer, settling against each other. Our lips met again, warm and familiar.
We talked, we giggled. The movie had long since ended, and I don’t even remember what came on next. I believe that’s when I must have drifted off.
I woke several times throughout the night. That’s not new to me. But each time I woke, Abby was there, sleeping next to me. That was new and so strange, but it was also so right.
Hours later, my eyes fluttered open, and I felt the familiar ache of sleeping in a new bed.
Glancing at my phone, and seeing it was only five in the morning, I carefully turned, double-checking.
Yes, she was still there.
I was mesmerized lying there, studying her in the nearly dark room. The slow rise of her chest with each breath, a faint, dreaming smile tugging at her lips.
Carefully, I pulled the covers back and slipped out of bed. Moving quietly to my bag, I grabbed just enough clothes to sneak down to the lobby for some much-needed coffee.
Using my best stealthy ninja skills, I slipped out the door, but not before checking on her one more time.
She looked so peaceful.
A couple of friendly “good mornings” from strangers grabbing breakfast validated that it really was a good morning… the best one I’d had in decades.
I made my coffee, then paused for a moment.
How’s she take hers?
After pouring Abby a cup, just to be safe, I grabbed a handful of sugars and creamers, swiped some donuts, and headed back up to the room.
Unlocking the door, I carefully eased the handle down, inching it open.
Inside the room, I saw the light was on.
Closing the door behind me, I heard the sound of the shower running.
I walked toward the table, but noticed she had her clothes neatly laid out on the bed. Obviously, she was getting ready to head home.
Sitting on top of the clothes were her cream-colored satin panties.
I felt a tugging sensation in my chest, knowing our perfect night was over.
Setting the coffees and donuts onto the table, I glanced toward the open bathroom door.
Abby stood silhouetted behind the cheap, translucent shower curtain, facing the spray as she washed herself.
I knew it was coming to an end, a night we’d never had before, and may never have again.
But I wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
Leaning against the doorframe, I watched her for a moment. So many thoughts ran wild before I settled on my best possible goodbye.
I kicked off my shoes and undressed, leaving everything in a messy pile on the floor.
Stepping into the hot, steamy bathroom, I quietly pulled back the plastic curtain and stepped in behind her. Of course, checking out her nude form and perfect ass.
I don’t think she heard me, but when I caressed her shoulder, she didn’t act startled. She simply said, “Good morning, handsome.”
Abby turned, pressing her naked body into mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck, stood on her toes, and gave me a sensual kiss.
This is what we never had.
