He smiled as he hung up the phone. Of course he'd go over to see her. Whenever she called. They had an agreement; she had made him promise that if he ever really didn't want to go…whether he was too tired, or just not "in the mood" –that he could decline –there'd be no hard feelings or repercussions. But she knew he was too much of a gentleman to refuse her invitation.
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He softly knocked on the door. She opened it wearing a black silk robe and an inviting grin. He gave her a small smile, lightly brushing a wisp of blonde hair from her forehead as he stepped into the apartment. Others might have interpreted it as a nervous smile, but she knew better. It was just his boyish way. He certainly had nothing to be nervous about. Not with his talents.
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They'd known each other too long. They were too old –she preferred the word "mature" –to play coy. Each knew the purpose of the visit and it never took long for either one of them to initiate the physicality between them. Usually, there was a 'respectable' bit of conversation shared while enjoying a glass of wine before moving from the sofa to the bedroom.
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He pleasured her –twice, before allowing himself to experience his own ecstasy. She enjoyed watching him –she marveled at his intensity and how he reveled in the release…the brief time when a man was totally vulnerable, revealing the most intimate part of himself with wild abandon. Yes, for her, watching him –feeling his movements, hearing his grunts and moans –it was almost as good as cumming again herself.
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"Staying the night?" she asked, as he spooned around her, kissing her hair. His left hand cupped her breast as he snuggled against her.
"Mmm-hmm," he whispered.
"Good," she replied with a smile he couldn't see, but could hear in her voice.
"You're sure the Captain doesn't have a clue?" he asked.
"I'm sure. G'night, Goren."
He kissed her hair again, then her neck.
"G'night Rodgers."
The End.