Saturday Night Part 4
Rachel drained me, her softness and passion was all I needed to feel release. We spent ten minutes or more in a warm embrace before I dozed off. "Dagney? Dagney?" The soft voice penetrated my slumber. Rachel was ever so gently trying to wake me. I opened my sleepy eyes to see her wonderful face and caught the scent of fresh coffee. My mind kicked in long enough to realize she had called me Dagney, I smiled with out thinking. The night before came back in snap shots and I slowly remembered the romance we shared. I had not drunk so much I years, I suppose for Rachel it was different, being a hostess and all. Rachel climbed in bed next to me and laid her shoulder on my chest. I could smell the expensive shampoo in her hair form the night before. She sighed with contentment as she slowly moved her head across my breast. My libido was aroused once again and my hands found her head and held it to my breast, which were not bashful about responding to her touch do you mind me calling you Dagney?." I laughed out loud, "Why would I mind a compliment?" We hugged tighter and before I took three breaths we were in a kiss again. Rachel rolled over and her head rested in my arm pit, my arm just felt so natural wrapping around her like we were old lovers. I could have died just then and not cared, I was so content with the comfort we had with each other. Rachel, I know no one has ever said this before, so let me be the first, you are drop dead gorgeous." She sort of half laughed, and half giggled, I could feel her exhale on my breast. "Dagney, I have searched the world over for you, if I had known you were in Chicago, I would never have rested until I found you." A tear came to my eyes, and I took her head and brought her mouth to mine. I could taste my salty tears as we kissed passionately for quite sometime. Her silk robe fell open, either on purpose of by accident and our bodies touched, the heat was amazing. Her nipples were rock hard on my chest and her
area below was hotter than summer in southern Illinois. Within moments we were back to exploring each other, making our loving adjustments to suit the oral responses we were unwittingly making. When God created humans, he had no idea they would be so sensitive and connected. Rachel and I spent well over an hour juust exploring and pleasing our selves and each other. When we were spent and Rachel was back in my arms, she looked up and gave me a love peck and said, Dagney, you are OK.!" We laughed and laughed until we hurt. Eventually we got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, Rachel gave me an old soft t-shirt to slip on and she wore a silk robe with a dragon on the back in a hot pink. We made coffee, we kissed, we talked and we kissed and we thought about breakfast before we kissed deeply and ended up back in bed. This time when we were spent, I turned to my new lover and said, " My God woman you may kill me, I adore you!" We laid in silence for some time and later decided to try breakfast again. Out of the blue, Rachel asked me if I had read any James Crumley? I sat there with my mouth wide open like a rube at a carnival. "My God, he was the first cheap detective I read, I have followed his career, read everything." "James Patterson? I blurted out, "Love him." James Lee Burke?" she followed up her last question. "I have read a bunch but sometimes he losses me when he writes too much color and not enough plot, like he is filling pages." Rachel stood with her mouth agape, so shocked at what we had in common. I admired her from afar and realized that was too far away and stood and came around the breakfast bar to kiss her. It is funny how as you age, the physical diminishes some but the intellectual becomes even more sexy. I was hot as a panther in the jungle. Rachel could feel the passion and was out of her mind as well. We began to run hands over each others bodies and never made it back to the bedroom this time, She took me right there on the breakfast bar, I think we might have broken some salt and pepper shakers. Once we regained control, Rachel said, I am going to call in sick and we are headed to the Art museum, I bet you are so sexy looking at the masters. All I could say was "please don't do this to me, we will be in public." She gave me a Cheshire smile.