I look at the phone for just a second and then at Charlotte. She stares at me for a second and then she’s on my lap, straddling me and kissing me. I kiss her back, almost fervently, and before I even realize what’s happening, out clothes are on a pile on the floor and we’re right next to them. Our movements are almost frenzied, and the feel of her is beyond anything I can even comprehend. She is perfect and beautiful and perhaps nothing has ever felt as wonderful as she feels beneath me.
She cries out beneath me and that pushes me over the edge. As I climax, she clutches me tightly, so I almost feel as if she’ll never let me go. The truth is, I could be very, very happy with the idea of her holding onto me right there in the office forever.
Of course, a thought occurs to me.
“Nancy!” I whisper. We immediately separate and while I check through the window, she hastily pulls on her clothes and I pull on mine. Nancy is still at lunch, and once we’re dressed, we both laugh and then she steals away to her office.
I can still feel her.
I know this is foolish and I am not at all sure how I will feel about things tomorrow, but I also know I don’t feel any regret about what just happened. I find it amazing that she found me talking on the phone the way I did so attractive, especially when it was her breathtaking analysis that figured it all out. I never expected that she would be able to discover things like that. I had anticipated that she would file some paperwork and respond to lawyers from estates and trust funds with claims on a piece of property. I suppose I thought I was hiring a reliable sedan and instead I got an Italian sports car.
This girl is amazing and for unexplainable reasons, the girl likes an old mountain man like me.