So sorry for the last update! Didn't realise it had an absolute mess go codes eat on it! Oops! My apologies and I hope this is a lot more readable!

"Have a good weekend" I bellowed out to Danny as I headed out in to the cold air. It was a cold, crisp day and the sun looked minutes from setting. I fastened my coat and wrapped my scarf tighter around my neck, teeth chattering in sympathy for the cold.

"May I offer you a ride?" Carol's voice, with a tinge of confidence and seduction, poured out of the opened window of her car. She was leaning against one elbow, her painted red lips pursed in a look of mischief. She was dressed impeccably and her eyes sparkled to life with a sense of enthusiasm that was infectious. I smiled back what I knew amounted to a goofy smile, a questioning look in my wide opened eyes. "Get in little lady" She purred, mimicking the sounds of old country and western cowboys. My cheeks flushed red and my smile widened further, buoyed by the playfulness in her voice./div
I walked as fast as I could to the other side of the car.

"Where are we going?" I asked in surprise, climbing in to the warmth of the car. My smile showed no signs of going anywhere./div

Carol fixed me with a coy look. She leaned over me and buckled my seatbelt, face just shy of grazing my own. I could smell her perfume and it brought back memories of that hotel room, all that time ago. "I'm taking you away" She remarked, vaguely. "I thought we could both do with a break" She added before

"Grab that bag would you darling" Carol requested, after miles spent driving on the open road. Her hands were fixed firmly on the wheel and her eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses that were perched on her delicate nose.
div style="font-family: Helvetica;"I glanced over my shoulder, in to the back of the car, spying a small cloth bag. "What's in here?" I asked, minutes before rummaging through the contents of the bag.

She smiled at my line of questioning. Carol often said that I should have been a reporter and not a photographer. "You ask such constant questions' She had added but the truth was I knew that she loved how curious I was

"Thought you might be half starved after work" She commented as I pulled out sandwiches wrapped in wax paper that were tied together with red and white string and finished off with a lazy bow. It was typical of Carol and I imagined her cursing at her own gesture, unable to concentrate on the details as she once again let her impatience get the better of her. Then there was a thermos, no doubt filled with hot milky coffee, guaranteed to strike at the heart of me and get my blood flowing. "It's not much…" She added as I hastily undid the paper. "…I have plans for you later"

I couldn't help but blush at the suggestion a fact that did not go unnoticed by Carol. "Is that so?" I managed to murmur, taking a dainty bite from one of the sandwiches she had prepared.

For a single moment she tore her eyes away from the road, narrowing her eyes at me with a look of intrigue. "Girl, girl where does your mind go?" She asked, smiling at herself and shaking her head.

I wondered if she knew that my mind always travelled back to her. I wondered if it were the same? If thoughts of me, slipped beneath the cracks of her daydreams. If during meetings, conversations over lunch, I would pop in to her thoughts, clouding over anything that was being said or done.

The room was lavish and beautiful. I stepped around it, taking in everything, with a sense of awe. Standing in the centre of the generous sized lounge, the bags in my hand had dropped to the ground with a thud and my eyes had busied themselves with drinking in every detail of this beautiful room. The lounge was charmingly decorated with a wide expansive love seat that had ornate, golden arms. Sitting atop dark, sleek brown furniture was an exquisite gramophone that my fingers itched to reach out and touch. My mind was already painting pictures of the night ahead, of Carol and I dressed to the nines after dinner, dancing to the music that poured out in to the room.
"It's handsome alright" Carol whistled, leaning against a wall with her hands folded against her chest and her mouth pursed in delight. She had shed her heavy fur and I noted that she was wearing the sleek, black, pant suit that I adored. The outfit hugged at her curves and made the red of her lipstick seemed impossibly more vibrant.

"Carol it's wonderful"

She winked at me. "I'm glad you like it darling. You deserve it…"

"We deserve it" I corrected her, walking across the lounge to take her in my arms. Instinctively she allowed her head to rest against my shoulder, a contented sigh whispered in to my ear.

"We deserve it" She repeated, sliding an arm across the small of my back. "We have a table booked at seven, which gives us more than enough time to get ready and to share…"

There was a knock at the door and I pulled away in surprise./div

"Perfect timing" Carol said, gently tapping the tip of my nose with a fingertip./div

She fetched her purse and strode towards the door.

"Good afternoon Ma'am" A young man in uniform who spoke in polite, perfected, tones stood in the opened doorway with a service trolley.
"Good afternoon"

"You ordered some champagne?" He asked with a hint of nervousness. I dared anybody not to be nervous in Carols company.

"Perfect way to treat ourselves after a day on the road" She commented. She had a wonderful ability to make small talk.

"Certainly Ma'am"

He pushed the trolley in to the lounge and stood off to one side, awkwardly.

"Thank you" Carol chimed, expertly delivering a tip in to his eager palm.

"Many thanks to you and I wish you a pleasant evening" He replied with a slight bow of his head.

"Champagne" I gasped with a hand to my chest. "You shouldn't have"

She busied herself with the champagne bottle, the cork popping with that delightful sound and a flight of bubbles that frothed over the neck of the bottle. "I like to treat you" She reasoned. "And besides I like to do things in style" She raised both eyebrows and decanted the champagne in to two flutes. "To us my darling" She toasted, clinking her glass against mine with a chime.

"To us" I repeated. I drank down a mouthful of champagne, mouth coming alive with the taste and sensation of bursting bubbles.

We sat on the love seat drinking our champagne. Carol had kicked off her heels and brought her feet up to rest in my waiting lap. I massaged her feet with tender hands and she groaned in response. "I could get used to this" She remarked, drinking down another mouthful of champagne. She reached down for the champagne bottle, which sat at the leg of the chair and refilled out glasses, noting with a shake of the bottle that we had drank the entire contents.

My body was enjoying the effects of the champagne and I grew bolder with my looks and touch. "You look divine in that suit Carol" I hummed, fingers slipping in to the leg of her trousers./div

"I remembered that you like it"

"I like you in it" I added and she smiled widely over the rim of her champagne flute.

"Is that so?"

I nodded my head. "I like the way it fits your body" I said, moving over so that I was sat, legs astride her bottom half. I drained the last of my champagne and put the glass on the floor. "I can't look at you in this without wanting to touch you" Our faces were mere inches apart and I skimmed the curves of her body with both hands. Carol remained silent, eyes hooded with a look of desire, even as I grasped the collar of her jacket in both hands and pulled her forward to crush my lips against hers with a sense of building need. I kissed her, long, slow, deep kisses that left her breathless and smudged the red of her lipstick, a visual representation of our passion. Kissing her brought to life the rest of my body and I found myself shamelessly grinding against her, feeling her respond with hands that clutched at the material of my shirt, balling the fabric in to fists that she made at the back of me. Perhaps it was the champagne, or maybe even the tensions of the past few days giving way like a stretched elastic band before us, but it felt as though we had never wanted and needed each other more. We were hungry for each other and we wasted no time in showing this, shedding clothing as quickly and as hurriedly as we could. The pant suit that I so greatly admired was lost to the carpeted lounge floor, hands desperately slipping in to the confines of underwear, our moans at the contact spilling out in to the room to battle with the heavy sense of our mounting lust. We moved against each other, mouths together as we kissed passionately, fingers reaching, grasping at that all familiar, unbelievable, softness, relishing in the contact as we inched closer and closer to the edge. Then there was Carol's moans, heavy and close to my ear, a hand snaking around my neck as she tensed, face hiding in the safety of my neck, her heart roaring like a drum so strong that I was sure I could hear it intermixed with the sounds in the room. The sound of her groans was all it took to bring me to the edge of my desire, the sounds I clung on to merging in to one overwhelming rush, that poured through my head, leaving me panting for breath at her side. I clung to her for a long, unwavering, moment, feeling the sensation of her hands stroking a line against the length of my spine. It was an effort just to concentrate on one thought, just to regain the steady consistency of my heart rate.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to drag myself away from you" Carol's voice was a whisper in my ear. "We have a dinner reservation in an hour and I'd like to be able to formulate a conversation"

I chuckled against her shoulder. "Just one more minute" I pleaded, snuggling in to the softness of her body.

"Just one more minute"