Priceless PART ONE Friday morning found me in my office early, a little before eight. With the holiday schedule, no one else was in yet and I was mentally going over my day. I still hadn't had time to do more than think about my upcoming date with Kate. I lamented that fact for only a moment before I began to think about Kate herself. I ran through the events of Tuesday night in my head. I pictured her lying on the light-colored wood of her breakfast table, legs spread to accommodate my hips. In my mind, my hands roamed over her skin as she worked her inner muscles, massaging my cock. In the real world, I felt myself stiffening, and shifted to let my dick expand. Tuesday. Kate had ridden me to a climax, her body writhing in the throes of an orgasm as her pussy gripped me fiercely. The moonlight had gently lit her second-story master bedroom, casting a soft light on her breasts, her distended nipples so hard under my palms. I shifted in my office chair and felt my member reach its full length. My imagination fast-forwarded to what I wanted to do to Kate when I saw her on Sunday. I wanted to fuck her from behind, my hands on her ass, holding her in place, my hips slamming into... ....my watch alarm. I shook off the thoughts of Kate's long back and gently flared hips, and reached to my wrist to shut off the alarm. With an inward groan, I returned my mind to business. I had a conference call scheduled, and then I was going to let Brad Behr have the entire weekend to code. The Russians had sent him everything they could recover (which wasn't much), along with a rough translation of Stasya's notes. I'd wanted to talk to Brad at eight in the morning, but he'd finally cajoled me into calling at eight thirty. I don't know what that extra half-hour of sleep was going to do for him, but I'd conceded the point. Now it was time to get Brad out of bed and make sure things were set for his marathon weekend. I wanted the Russians on the line as well, just in case Brad needed anything at the last minute. The time difference between the East Coast and Moscow was the reason for the early morning call. I put on my phone headset and dialed the number for AT&T. An operator answered quickly, and I gave him my account number and call setup information. Next, I gave him the numbers for Dima and Kolya in our Moscow office, and finally, the number for Brad Behr. The operator clicked off the line to make the calls. A few minutes later, I heard Dima speaking in Russian to someone in the background. "Dobre dyen, Dmitri Arkadievich," I said. "Dobre utra, Ethan Borisevich," Dima said, a smile in his voice as he remembered the time differential and wished me a good morning. I smiled to myself as well, although for a different reason. I wondered how my father, Bruce, would like having his name transmuted into Boris for my Russian patronymic. "How are things going, Dima?" I asked. "Good, Ethan. Good. Kolya has the SourceSafe server restored, but we will need to..." We heard a click as Kolya joined the conference call. "I will let Kolya himself tell you, Ethan," Dima said. "Previet, Nikolai Gennadievich," I said. "Hello, Ethan," Kolya replied, sounding distracted. "Tell him about what?" "The SourceSafe server, Kolya," Dima said. "Oh, that! Well, it's not completely fucked, but it's close. I'll tell you that for nothing." I could almost hear Dima wince at Kolya's blunt appraisal. "What's the problem?" I asked reasonably. Kolya quickly outlined--in fairly technical terms--the problems with their server. "But I can fix it," he said brightly, clearly eager for the challenge. "That's good to hear," I said. "Da, Ethan. It is," Dima said, smoothly cutting off Kolya. "It means that we can make the final builds here." "Of course," I said. He was still trying to salvage what he could for his team, and I couldn't blame him. This project was worth a lot of money to them, especially with the economy in Russia. If Dima and his team could still provide the majority of what their job parameters called for, they'd receive the majority of their fees. I liked the Russians, and what happened had been completely unforeseen, but I still had a business to run. If they couldn't meet all the job specs, they wouldn't receive the full contract payment. Dima had a top-notch team, so I wasn't worried about them being able to complete the remainder of the project. I looked at my watch and wondered what was keeping Brad. I decided to talk with Dima and Kolya until he joined us. "How is Stasya doing?" I asked, changing the subject. "Much better," Dima said. "Her fever is down to thirty-eight degrees. The doctors say she could come home in a few days, maybe a week. Perhaps, Ethan, she could pick up where she..." "Nyet," I said, gently but firmly. "Brad will finish the networking code." Since I hadn't talked to Stasya myself, I had no way to decide whether or not she could handle the tough deadline. She was effectively out of the picture. Besides, I thought darkly to myself, if I had to, I could fly to DC and baby-sit Brad until he got my code done. "Da. I understand," Dima said with a sigh. "Nichivo." Click. "Mornin' boss," Brad said in a sleepy voice. Speak of the devil, I thought to myself. "I just got t' sleep a couple hours ago," he said, yawning mightily. "Tell that operator guy that if he wakes me up again, I'll post his personal info all over the gay dating sites with the nickname 'Twink4Life'." "He might like that, Brad," I said, suppressing a laugh. "Yeah. Whatever. I just wanna get back to sleep." Brad was a night owl, so I wasn't worried about the fact that he wanted to get back to bed. I knew he'd be back up in a few hours, ready to work through the weekend. "Okay," I said. "Now that we've got everyone here..." "Minutka, Ethan," Dima said, interrupting me. "Lev is here, and will join us. He will make the builds until Stasya returns. I gave him the number to call in." Sure enough, there was a click as Lev joined the call. "Ethan?" Lev said. "I am here." "Horosho, Lev," I said. "Brad, since Lev and Kolya don't speak English, let's do this in Russian. I'll translate for you." "No problemo, boss man." He yawned again. "I wanna keep this short and sweet." Brad started talking about the project and I began relaying information between him and the Russians. He had gotten the files from Moscow, as well as Stasya's notes. The notes, he growled, were "fucking useless tripe," but everything else was good. Stasya, like Brad, worked mostly in her head, and I could only imagine the paucity of notes that had been e-mailed to him. During the conversation, the only problem I had was translating some of the more obscure technical details between Brad and Lev. Fortunately, most of the technical words were cognates, so Brad and Lev quickly picked up the gist of what the other was trying to say. Thank God, I thought to myself, that American software (and our jargon) dominated the programming world. In less than half an hour, Brad had all the information he needed, with promises from Lev to send the completed COM objects and the test data they'd been using. Once the technical details were settled, Brad turned surly again, said a quick goodbye, and hung up, presumably to go back to sleep. Kolya and Lev hung up as well, but I asked Dima to stay on the line for a moment. "Have you actually been to see Stasya?" I asked. "Da. I saw her in hospital yesterday." "Horosho. How is she?" "She is much better," he said brightly. I could tell that he was putting the best spin on her condition, ever the business manager, trying to save the project for his team. "How is she, really?" I asked. Once he realized I wasn't buying the act, Dima sighed heavily. "She's better, Ethan. But still very weak." "How long will she be in hospital?" "A week, at least. Two, more likely." I could tell that Dima was genuinely worried. He cared about his people, which made him a good manager. "Buy her some chocolate, from me. The good stuff, too. Belgian. Or Swiss. And get her some flowers. Tell her I hope she's feeling better soon. Also, tell her I'm not upset about the project, it could've happened to anyone." "She will appreciate that. You know she blames herself?" "Da. I know how she is. Tell her... nichivo." I smiled when I said that, and I knew Dima could hear it in my voice. I knew a thing or two about Russian fatalism. "Spacibo, Ethan," he said. "You're welcome. I'll talk to you on Monday. Paka, Dima." "Paka." ----- After I hung up, I took off my headset and rubbed my eyes. I looked at my watch--a little past nine thirty--and called my assistant, Marcie. "What's up?" she asked, sticking her head in my office. "Please wire two hundred dollars from my personal account to Dmitri Kovalenko." "Sure thing. Anything else?" "Yeah. You know where I can get a really nice dress?" "Huh?" she asked. "I need a good dress shop. Something high end, with really nice dresses." "Sure." She had a twinkle in her eye, and her normally cheerful expression was quickly replaced by a wry grin. "Well?" "I know a couple of places, actually. But I don't know if they'd have anything in your size." "Marcie!" I felt my face heating up as my blush spread. "Sorry, boss," she said. She didn't stop grinning, though. "Try a shop called 'Couture du Monde,' in West Hills Centre. You know the place?" "I know where West Hills Centre is, but I don't know the shop." "I'm not surprised," she said. "It's actually at the corner of the two rows of shops, under the breezeway that leads to the back parking lot. Unless you know it's there, you'll miss it." "Evidently," I said sardonically. "You want the information or not?" "Okay, okay. I apologize. Thanks for the advice." "Mind if I ask what it's for?" she asked, still grinning. "My coming out party." She snorted derisively and then laughed. "Make sure I get an invitation to that party, boss." "Will do, Marcie," I said with a grin. "Thanks again." "No problem. You need anything else before I get to this wire transfer?" "No, not really. You feel like taking the rest of the day off?" I asked her. "With you, or by myself?" she asked. I grinned at her and shook my head in mock sadness. "Without me." "Only if you don't need me doing stuff here." Marcie was serious about her job and it was one of the many things I loved about her. The fact that she put up with me was pretty important too, but I always knew I could count on her to do her job well. That was worth more than anything else. "No, I won't need you," I said. "I've just got to make some personal calls. Tell everyone else they can knock off too. Take the rest of the afternoon and get some last-minute Christmas shopping done." "Thanks, Ethan," she said, genuinely grateful. "I'll spread the word." There were only four of us in the office, so giving everyone the afternoon off wasn't going to affect our business one way or the other. It was simply something nice I could do for them, so I did it. When we were on a deadline, I was sometimes an ogre to work for, but everyone knew that when we weren't killing ourselves to get a project done, I tried to be a nice boss. "You can shear a sheep many times, but you can eat it only once," I recited to myself with a smile. ----- After I talked to Marcie, I began to formulate a plan for my date with Kate. I wanted to play it safe, but I also wanted to do something she'd remember. I could simply spend money on her, but she made a good living and could spend money on herself any time. Her car, her house, her wardrobe--what I'd seen of it--and everything about her reflected this. So I knew I wasn't going to "wow" her simply with expensive gifts. That left something truly creative or something that took my time and personal attention. I could think of something creative, but it was as likely to backfire as it was to succeed, so I decided on the time-and-personal-attention route. I put my phone headset back on and started making calls. The first was to Kate's office. I got her receptionist and was told she was at the hospital. I gave the receptionist my name, told her it was personal, and left the numbers for both my direct office line and my cell phone. I browsed to the Yellow Pages Online, and started looking up a few of the numbers I'd need to call. My office phone rang less than five minutes later. The Caller ID labeled the call as Private, but I knew who it was. "Hello," I said. "Ethan?" "Hi, Kate. Do you have a minute?" I could hear background noise over the phone, and then it abruptly ceased. "Sure. I was hoping you'd call." "Oh?" "I want to see you. I don't want to wait until Sunday." "I don't want to wait either," I said. "Good! You can come over..." "But I'm not gonna," I said, mirth shading my tone. I almost laughed out loud at the silence on the other end of the phone. "Are you there?" I asked teasingly. "I'm here. I'm just not used to being told no." "It's character-building, Kate." "I've got enough character," she said. "I want you." "And I want you too." My dick was already stiffening, just at the sound of the desire in her voice. "Soon," she said. "Sunday." "Sooner." I couldn't help but grin at her tenacity, and I was suddenly glad she couldn't see me. "Trust me." "What if I say no? What if I say I can't see you on Sunday? What if I say it's now or never?" she asked. "Then I'll be very disappointed. If that happens, I'll just have to stay at home all day, lying in bed, and fantasize about you." "You wouldn't," she accused. "I wouldn't want to," I said. "But if you can't see me on Sunday..." "Hold on there, big fella," she said. "I didn't say I couldn't see you." I grinned and let the silence draw out. "Okay. You win!" she exclaimed. "Good. I like the prize." "Oh you do, do you?!" "Mmm hmm." Much to my relief, she laughed lightly. "So, what are we going to do all day Sunday?" she asked. "It's a surprise." "What kind of surprise?" "Haven't we already been through this before? If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. But that's beside the point," I said, teasing her. "I need to know what time I can pick you up. Is nine okay for you? I'll bring you breakfast." "In bed?" I thought back to the last time she'd enjoyed her "breakfast" in bed, and my cock stiffened completely. I shifted in my seat to ease some of the pressure. "If you're a good girl," I said. "Oh, I'll be a very good girl." "I bet you will." I imagined the possibilities, but quickly became serious again. "Next question: what's your schedule look like on Monday?" "The office at seven." "Okay. Thanks." "That's it?" she asked. "Yep." "You won't tell me anything about Sunday?" "Sure," I said. "I'll tell you the most important thing about Sunday." "You're not serious." "Yeah, I am." "Okay," she said. "I'll bite. What's the most important thing about Sunday?" "Well...," I said, drawing the word out. I could almost hear her leaning forward, waiting to hear what I said next. "The most important thing about Sunday is... I'm really, really looking forward to spending the day with you." "You!" Her strangled cry was incredibly rewarding. I grinned smugly and was once again thankful she couldn't see me. "I'm serious, Kate," I said. "I really am looking forward to spending the day together." "Mmmmm. Me too," she said. ----- Once I got off the phone with Kate, I started calling around and making the arrangements for Sunday. First, I called the boutique Marcie had recommended and made sure they'd be open on Sunday. The woman who answered the phone assured me they would be open for "Christmas hours," from ten in the morning until eight in the evening. After I hung up with the boutique, Marcie stuck her head in and told me she'd wired the money to Dmitri. Then she grinned at me. "Hot date, Ethan?" My ear-to-ear smile told her all she needed to know. "I hope the young lady in question survives the experience," she said flippantly, then turned to go. Marcie was older than me, very adventurous, and very married. She also knew more about my personal life than almost anyone in the company, except perhaps Gabriel. Since we were a small company, what she knew amounted to a whole lot. With Marcie, I also had the sexual tension two people can maintain when they know the other one could be interested, but the relationship isn't going to become anything more. She was married, and I respected that. I'd had more than my fair share of office romances in the past, but I hadn't had one in quite a while. They're not bad, necessarily, but they're not for me anymore. When you're part owner of the company, there's a lot more at stake than just your job. My future was on the line if I decided I wanted to date women from the office. In our lawsuit-crazy society, the potential for problems was just too great. I like my future. I could find companionship outside the office. At the moment, the companionship I was interested in, Kate, needed a few appointments made for her. Fortunately for me, it only took a few more phone calls to accomplish all I needed to. When I was done, Marcie shamelessly stuck her head back in my office. Her office is right next to mine, and since there were so few people at work, I hadn't bothered to shut my door as I made calls. "I hope she's worth all that," she said, half serious, half teasing. "Oh, she is, Marcie. She is." She smiled her approval and I sighed inwardly. Marcie was the best assistant I'd ever had, and I literally could not do my job without her. She had not liked my last girlfriend, Charlotte. Truth be told, I hadn't liked Charlotte all that much either. Not after the first few weeks, anyway. She was one of the very few fashion-model-type girlfriends I've had. She was 5'11", built like a Playmate, and turned heads wherever she went. While the sex was really good, she was suspicious, manipulative, vindictive, and petty. I didn't need that kind of headache in my life, so we'd parted ways several months ago. I'm not a mean-spirited person, but I still chuckle whenever I remember the look on her face as I told her I was breaking up with her. I think it was a new experience for her. Like the TV ad says, some things are priceless. Before Charlotte, there had been Veronica. Veronica had been darkly attractive and a complete firecracker. She didn't do anything in half-measures. Sex with her had always been exciting, and more than once, I'd come to work wincing as my shirt rubbed against scratches on my back. But one of the major problems between us had been sexual. She didn't like oral sex at all, giving or receiving. At first, I thought she was just inexperienced, and she might enjoy it once she'd given it a try. I was wrong. She told me, in no uncertain terms, that the idea of having "that thing" in her mouth revolted her. I lived with it because I didn't want to seem selfish. But oral sex is pretty important to me, and as things progressed, I realized that the oral sex hang-up was only the tip of the iceberg. Veronica had some serious issues with a lot of things (honesty, as it turned out, being one of the big ones). Finally, she'd called me at work one day and asked to stop by my house to pick up her things. Her husband--husband?!--had decided to take her back, and she was breaking up with me. It was one of the more surreal breakups I'd had, but I can't say I was all that hurt by it since I'd already decided it was time to move on. Marcie hadn't liked Veronica either, and I was beginning to suspect that she was a fairly good barometer for my relationships. Finally, I shook off thoughts of Charlotte and Veronica, smiled to myself, and thought of Kate. If things worked out between us, Marcie would meet her sooner or later. I sincerely hoped they'd like each other. Having a girlfriend and an assistant who don't get along is not something I'd recommend for the faint of heart. "Well, I hope you two have a good time," Marcie said, breaking my train of thought. "Everyone else has left already, and I'm headed out the door now." "Thanks, Marcie. Have a great weekend. Say 'hi' to Darren for me." "You too. I will," she said. With a wave, she was gone. ----- I had a few things to buy before Sunday, so I checked my e-mail one last time (nothing from Brad or the Russian team, which was a good sign), shut down the few other programs I had running, and left the office. It was the Friday before Christmas, and traffic around our building--which is near a major shopping center--was snarled. I merged into it and almost immediately regretted leaving the office. Oh well, I thought to myself, I had to get out sooner or later. My errands took me the better part of the afternoon, but it was worth it. I bought or borrowed everything I would need for the weekend. I went over my mental list one more time and, satisfied, headed back into traffic. Friday is one of my normal workout days, so I stopped by the gym on the way home. I prefer free weights, but without a workout partner, I was better off with the machines. An hour and a half later, I was tired, but felt immensely better. I've always enjoyed how I feel after a good, hard workout. I took a quick shower, changed back into my street clothes, and headed home. ----- All day Saturday, it took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep myself from calling Kate. I felt like I was going to my high school prom, all over again. I'd made all my plans, and waited with barely suppressed anticipation. I tried to keep myself busy, doing things around the house. I did a little work from my home office, but I still thought of her on every occasion. After a quick lunch, I wrapped all the presents that had arrived the week before, used the computer to print out nice gift tags, and took care of the last of my pre-Christmas shipments. Thank God for FedEx--everything should get to my far-flung family by Christmas Eve. I was planning to spend several days with my brother, Neil, and his family in North Carolina, so I merely had to take their presents with me when I drove to their house. Once I had all my wrapping and shipping done, I called Neil's house. His wife, Dani, assured me that the kids were looking forward to my visit almost as much as they were looking forward to Santa Claus. I told her that I was still planning to arrive Tuesday evening, and she wished me a safe trip. When I got off the phone, I settled down to watch a movie on satellite and ordered a pizza. The movie wasn't bad and neither was the pizza. I stuck the leftovers in the refrigerator for... whenever... and headed into my home office. After a desultory check of e-mail (no problems), I shut everything off and headed to bed. Since I had a big day planned, I wanted to get to sleep early, but found I was wide awake. The anticipation made me tingle. As I stared at the ceiling, I realized I was nervous, a sure sign that I really liked Kate. I grinned to myself, rolled over, and tried once again to fall asleep. I felt like a teenager before his first big date. I got an erection just thinking about her, but I refused to jerk off. At long last, my erection subsided and I drifted off to sleep. ----- My alarm went off Sunday morning and I practically leapt out of bed. I showered and shaved, wrapped my towel around my waist, and then went through the rest of my morning routine. When I was done, I threw on a clean t-shirt and some running shorts. I took a Prada suit out of my closet, picked out shirts and ties, and hung everything together on the bathroom door. I made sure a pair of black dress shoes was shined, and set them out for later. Afterward, I dressed in a comfortable shirt and a pair of blue chinos. Once I was dressed, I made the bed, tossed a few clothes into my hamper, and generally picked up my bedroom. I had a housekeeper to take care of the regular cleaning. She'd been to the house on Thursday, so nothing really needed to be straightened up. I took a quick walk through the house to make sure it was presentable, and found everything in order. Shortly before eight thirty, I was out the door. On the way to Kate's house, I stopped by a bakery to pick up several fresh bagels and two small tubs of cream cheese spread, one plain and one lox. I'm not a coffee drinker, and I couldn't remember whether or not Kate had a coffee maker in her kitchen (I'd been a little occupied the last time I'd been there), so I got two bottles of orange juice. With that, I headed toward her house. When I turned into her subdivision, I noticed that the large steel gate was retracted. In front of the tracks for the gate was a wooden arm with reflectors on it. It wouldn't stop a determined intruder like the metal gate would, but it served its purpose effectively. I pulled up and stopped. One of the benefits of living in Northshore Terrace was 24-hour security, and the guard came out of his post, bundled to ward off the cold. I lowered my window as he approached. "Good morning, sir. Who are you here to see today?" he asked. "Dr. Kirilov." He made a note on the clipboard he carried. "And her address, sir?" He was polite and well-trained, so his skepticism didn't actually extend to his expression. I froze for a moment and wracked my brain. Her house number was 108... It was the second street on the right... Then the first cul- de-sac... I struggled to remember the name of her street. I'd been a little preoccupied the only time I'd seen the street sign and I silently cursed myself for not confirming her address when I spoke to her on Friday. Worse, I didn't even have her home phone number, so I couldn't call her and ask. I ran through the events of Tuesday night in my mind, trying to separate the memories of Kate sucking my cock from the images I'd seen as I turned onto her street. I looked at him sheepishly and... "108 Lakeview Circle!" I blurted, suddenly picturing the lights of her Lexus sweeping across the reflective green-and-white of her street sign. He suppressed a grin. "Thank you, sir. And your name?" he asked. "Ethan Mackenzie" "Your license plate number?" I gave him the number and he duly noted it. "Thank you very much, sir. Let me just get the gate for you. Have a nice day." "You too. Thanks." He took a step back, into the warmth of his little building, and pressed a button. The wooden barrier immediately lifted, and I started forward. I drove around to Kate's house and pulled into her driveway at nine o'clock on the nose. I grabbed the bakery bag and hopped out of the car. I rang her doorbell and almost immediately heard movement behind her front door. When it opened, I found I was holding my breath. "Hi," Kate said. She looked... delicious. She was wearing a dark blue silk robe that set off her eyes, and the fabric was so fine that it left little to the imagination. Her hair was pulled up and held with a clip, and it looked like she wasn't wearing makeup. I hadn't thought it possible, but she looked better than I remembered. "Brrrrr," she said. "It's cold out there. Are you going to come in?" I grinned and quickly stepped into the warmth of her house. She closed the door behind me, and before I even had a chance to take off my jacket, she put her arms around my midsection and pulled me close. One hand still holding the white bakery bag, I wrapped my arms around her. She tilted her head back in an unmistakable gesture, and I leaned down to kiss her. When her lips met mine, her tongue darted into my mouth and she pressed her body against me. The kiss heated up, and I ran my hand (the one not holding the bag) down her back. I slid my palm along her thigh and then under her robe to cup her bare ass. She broke the kiss and giggled. "Your hands are cold!" I grinned and stepped back. Kate, however, had other ideas. She sank to her knees in front of me and began to work on my zipper. I'd been thinking about her body, and her lips, the entire drive over, and my cock was already semi-erect. She deftly reached into my boxers and withdrew my stiffening manhood. In less than a second, she had her lips wrapped around my glans. My head swam as she opened her mouth and swallowed more of my length. Soon, I was completely erect, and Kate had more than half my cock in her mouth. She moaned as she sucked me, while I merely watched, enraptured, as she moved her lips back and forth over my shaft. She sucked me for a few minutes, caressing my sensitive skin with her tongue, and then pulled back. When she looked up at me, she kissed the tip of my dick with shiny red lips, and smiled. I helped her to her feet and she grasped my hard-on, squeezing gently. I pulled her close and she stroked me. When I bent my head down, she lifted her lips to meet mine, and we shared a passionate kiss. I pulled back and she practically leered at me as she moved toward the stairs, leading me by the most obvious handle. Once in her bedroom, she had me undressed in less than a minute. Before the last of my clothes hit the floor, I stepped toward her, reaching between us for the belt of her robe. When I seized one end of it, she grinned and backed away from me, untying the loose knot as she did. I almost chuckled when she twirled and shed the robe, leaving me holding the slack end of the belt. In the soft light filtering through her blinds, I admired her nude body. As I walked toward her, she pulled the clip from her hair and shook out her dark tresses. She tossed the clip aside and turned, pushing me onto her unmade bed. When she straddled my hips, I ran my hands up her flanks and felt her shiver at my touch. My hands had warmed, so I knew it wasn't a chill that made her quiver. Kate kissed me again, pressing her lips to mine and grinding her pelvis against my stomach. When she pulled back, she looked at me with hungry eyes. "It's not nice to make me wait," she said. I grinned shamelessly. "You wouldn't be smiling if I'd said I had other plans." I reached around her thighs and ran my hands down the crack of her ass. When my right hand encountered the smooth skin of her pussy, I pushed two fingers between her labia. She was already incredibly wet, and I quickly found her engorged clit. "You don't have other plans, do you?" I asked. I moved my finger against the pearl of nerves and she whimpered, clutching my shoulders and holding herself against me. When she didn't answer me, I gently pinched the hooded base of her clit and rubbed my ring finger along her dripping slit. "Do you have other plans?" I moved my fingers around her clit and back over her labia, causing her to moan deep inside her chest. "Hmmm?" I asked, teasing her. She only shook her head, her silken hair tickling my shoulder as she did. "So you want me to stay?" I asked softly. A nod. "Do you want me to stop?" A headshake. "What do you want me to do?" A whimper. I grinned to myself and lay back in bed, pulling her with me. Finally, she seemed to muster some control over her limbs. She shook off her lustful stupor and slid down my body, dragging her smooth pussy over my cock and making me shudder. I felt her kneel between my legs and take my erection back into her mouth. She put her hands on my thighs and lowered her lips over my shaft, taking me as deep as she could. I felt the ring of muscle at the back of her throat grip me as she swallowed, and I groaned in pleasure at the sensation. She pulled her lips off me, kissed down one side of my shaft and then back up the other. I heard her fumble at the nightstand, and knew she was reaching for a condom. Her lips briefly left my cock, and I felt her roll the latex sheath over my length. I looked down my torso and watched her climb onto my hips and hover over me, reaching down to aim my dick at her opening. Without preamble, she settled onto my manhood, sighing as I filled her. I put my hands on her hips and she gripped my arms. Her shiny hair formed a veil around her face as she looked down at me with lust-glazed eyes. I smiled up at her and clenched my PC muscle, making my cock swell within her. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and began to ride me. As she moved her hips over me, I slid my hands up her torso and cupped her breasts, gently rolling her nipples between my fingers. She moaned and I began to tug on them, twisting and pulling as her arousal mounted. I've rarely seen a more beautiful sight than Kate, flushed with excitement, gently grinding her hips and pressing her clit against me. Her breath began to whistle through her nostrils as she closed her eyes and concentrated on her orgasm. I continued to pull on her nipples, driving her toward her climax. I felt a rush of moisture around the base of my cock and her pussy clutched at me. She stopped moving and shuddered, collapsing against my chest, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave. I gripped her ass cheeks and clenched my PC muscle again, making my cock swell and press against her inner muscles. I did it several times in a row, and she moaned, still in the throes of ecstasy. When her orgasm subsided, she gripped my shoulders fiercely and laid her head on my chest, breathing heavily. I lowered my hips a little and began to thrust into her slowly. Kate trembled, and I knew she was very close to a second release. With short thrusts, I stabbed into her. When my cock swelled with my own climax, she joined me. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on me and arrested the flow of semen. I gritted my teeth and groaned at the sensation, then clamped my eyes shut as the pressure built. When it released, and I once again began spurting into the condom, I cried out and tried to thrust myself deeper inside her. Finally, my spurting slowed to a few gushes, and I lowered my hips and relaxed my muscles. We panted from the force of our orgasms and I felt her body go limp. I hugged her to me and reveled in the feeling of her pussy gripping my tumescent cock. ----- After we cleaned up a bit, I retrieved the bakery bag. Still nude, we sat in the middle of her bed like sybarites and ate our breakfast. I was ravenously hungry, and practically wolfed down my bagel (with lox spread), washing it down with orange juice. Kate was much more composed as she nibbled at her bagel--tearing off pieces and putting them in her mouth--but we were both infectiously grinning at each other the whole time. "So," she asked. "What's the plan for today." "You are relentless, aren't you?" "Yep," she said with a smug grin. "Well, as much as I hate keeping you in the dark," I said, practically dripping irony, "I want to keep some of today as a surprise. Let's just say that I've got an 'all about Kate' day planned." She raised her eyebrows, clearly wanting more information. "I will tell you we've got reservations for dinner at Marie- Claire's, and the rest of the day is geared toward that." Marie-Claire's was a four-star French restaurant downtown. It was built in the cellar of an old cooperage, and had a tasteful ambiance, reminiscent of Paris. A few other restaurants in town had more cachet, or higher prices, but none had better cuisine. I was friends with the owner and executive chef, Marie-Claire herself, and had been since I dated her younger sister, Arianne. Arianne was now married, and we had an easy, friendly relationship. Marie-Claire and I had always gotten along well, and we still talked occasionally. When I called the restaurant on Friday, I spoke to Marie-Claire, and she reserved a private room for Kate and me. The restaurant had excellent food, top notch service, and an atmosphere of intimacy, so most of the tables were usually booked well in advance. But I knew they always tried to keep a few tables open for important guests and VIPs. I certainly wasn't a VIP, but being friends with the owner always has its advantages. Kate raised her eyebrows appreciatively. "You got reservations on such short notice?" I shrugged, in truly Gallic fashion, and smiled coyly. "Okay," she asked, her eyes shining, "what else do you have planned? Or were you just going to wine and dine me, and then try to get into my panties?" The fact that we were sitting in the middle of her bed--still nude and with the aroma of sex lingering in the air--was too much for me, and I laughed richly. Kate smirked and arched an eyebrow. "Actually," I said. "I was hoping you might forego the panties." Both eyebrows went up. "It'll make my job easier," I said, as earnestly as I could. It was her turn to laugh. When she stopped, she moved the bakery bag aside, careful lest she spill any crumbs, and scooted toward me. She hooked her legs over my thighs and slid forward until her smooth pussy was nearly touching my dick. I put my hands on her hips and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her. We kissed, gently at first, but with increasing enthusiasm. When she pulled back, she stared at me with unfocused eyes. "I knew you'd be a good kisser," she said softly, and leaned back in. I pulled her closer to me, pressing my limp member against her sex, and our kiss intensified. Her nipples pressed into my abdomen, and I put my hands against the small of her back, holding her against me. We stayed like that for a long time, teasing and tasting each other with lips and tongues. I let my hands roam freely over her toned body, tantalizing her with my caresses. I pulled back from her, and she nipped at my lower lip. I leaned forward and kissed her again, but then broke the kiss. "We've got a big day planned," I said. "We need to get going." It was already after ten o'clock. "You're still not going to tell me what you've got planned?" "Nope. You'll see."