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As I stood talking to my colleagues I happened to look past one of them and into common area of the lobby where there were tables and chairs. There, in the center, was Michael. He was staring at me and had a big smile on his face. My heart skipped a beat.
I turned back to my colleagues. "Um, could you all excuse me?" They nodded and continued with their conversations. I could hardly stop myself from running over to where Michael was, but somehow I maintained my composure and quickly walked to him. He stood up and held out his arms to hug me, but I stopped him.
"I cannot believe how absolutely cruel you are!" I placed my hands on my hips in mock anger.
Michael laughed. "Then I gotcha? Sorry, I just couldn't resist. C'mon, give me a hug."
I stepped into his arms and hugged him tightly. It felt so good to see him.
He released me and stepped back. "Let me look at you," he said, still holding my hands. "You look beautiful!"
"Thanks, you look great, too." And he did. Michael was tall, over six feet, with dark hair, dark eyes, and olive colored skin. He was truly one of the handsomest men I'd ever seen.
"I've been waiting for you down here for hours. I wanted to surprise you, which apparently I did. Are you hungry?"
Michael and I went to the French Quarter and had a wonderful meal. We then walked to a bar and sat down to glasses of wine, music, and conversation.
"I couldn't wait to see you this year, Kath. For some reason I've been missing you a lot over the past few months." Michael put his hand over mine.
"I've felt the same way. You can't imagine how disappointed I was when I thought you weren't coming."
"I am sorry about that. I shouldn't have done it," Michael looked into my eyes with real remorse.
"No, don't worry about it. It was a harmless joke. We're here together now, and that's what's important." I looked down, feeling a wave of sadness. "I've got something to tell you."
"Ooh, sounds serious. What is it?"
"Well, this isn't a joke. I'm quitting my job next week to take another. I won't be coming to this conference any more."
Michael looked surprised, then sad. "Really? I guess I should congratulate you then."
"I guess so. But I don't feel very happy right now. I'm going to miss our yearly meetings." It was my turn to take his hand, which I squeezed.
"Me, too. I really am. I've kind of grown to like you over the years." He gave a half-hearted smile.
I tried to perk up. "Well, we've got the rest of the week. Let's make the most of it and try not to think of the rest. Like I said, we're here together now."
We ordered more wine and spent the night catching up on each other's lives. It was just like it always was, only this time, there seemed to be an urgency behind our words. We discussed our relationships, our jobs, and our lives in general, but inside I was longing to kiss him. I wanted to forget everything and concentrate only on Michael.
He looked at his watch. "Wow, it's 1 am! Maybe we should be going back?" I nodded. We got up and walked toward the door.
The moment we were outside Michael turned to me and kissed me passionately, holding my face in his hands. It was the strongest, most urgent kiss I'd ever gotten, and I melted inside.
All at once, I was in tears.
"Oh Michael." I rested my head against his chest.
"I know, Kath, I know." He stroked my hair and we stood outside of the bar for a long time, just holding each other.
I looked up at him and into his eyes. "I don't care about anything right now. I just want you to make love to me."
Michael said nothing and took my hand, leading me back to our hotel.
In silence, Michael and I walked back to the hotel together. It was only when we were in the elevator, on our way up to his room, that Michael spoke.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He held my hand tightly.
I looked at him. "I'm absolutely sure. I'm not sure how I'll feel about this tomorrow, but right now, I only know that I want you. How do you feel about it?"
Michael answered my question with a deep kiss. The elevator doors opened on his floor and we walked down the hall to his room.
"Here we are," he said as he fumbled in his wallet for his key. He found it, then dropped it.
"I am so nervous," he said as he bent to pick it up.
"Me, too." I answered.
Once we were behind the security of the closed door, however, everything changed. We stood in the middle of the room, kissing and running our hands over each other's bodies. His touch was like electricity going through my body. After years of anticipation, my fantasy was finally coming true.
"I've wanted to do this since the first day I met you," I told him, in between kisses. "I feel like I'm in a dream."
"This is for real. I've wanted you for so long..." Michael began kissing my neck, and a shiver went through me.
He slowly began to undress me. He slid my blouse off my shoulders and unhooked the front of my bra, exposing my breasts. My nipples stood at attention, anticipating his touch, but he just stared at them, smiling. Tentatively, he reached forward and cupped both of them in his hands. It was if he was gazing upon breasts for the very first time and was amazed by the sheer wonder of them.
"Do you know how absolutely beautiful you are?" He said before bending down to kiss my breasts and nipples. His tongue passed over each of them quickly, then began to linger over them, back and forth, back and forth. I let my head fall back and ran my fingers through his hair.
All at once, Michael picked me up and carried me to the bed. While I lay on my back, he ran his hands up my skirt, rubbing my thighs, my ass, my crotch. My breath caught in my throat as he fingered me through the thin fabric of my panties. I could feel my heart beat faster and my breath came in short bursts.
He pushed himself up slightly and began to remove his shirt. His chest was smooth and his pecs were shapely--I knew he worked out and it certainly showed. He smiled down at me, then went to work removing my skirt.
"I want to taste you. May I?" He played with the elastic band on my panties. I could only nod.
When I felt the warmth of his mouth against my bush, I almost felt faint. I could feel the tip of his tongue wiggle through the curly-cues of public hair, then it found my throbbing clit. He flicked his tongue across it quickly then began to lick at it and suck it.
In seconds, I was coming with such intensity that I called out. "Oh, oh my God," I cried, clutching at his head with my hands. He continued licking me until I literally couldn't stand it--I pushed his head away to find relief.
"I want you inside of me, now!" I told him, fumbling blindly at his belt buckle. He laughed and unfastened his pants, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor. His cock was standing at attention, waiting to penetrate me. My hand reached down to stroke it and now it was his turn to moan.
I gasped as he entered me, filling my pussy. My cunt was still sensitive from my orgasm, but finally feeling him inside of me, thrusting in and out, was like heaven. We held each other like we would never let go, yet we knew that we had to let go eventually. The sweetness of the moment was almost too much for me to bear. A tear squeezed out from the corner of my eye.
As we moved together, we kissed deeply. The sweat between our bodies was slick and the humid air only encouraged the wetness. Michael's thrusts became quicker and more forceful, and my I moved my hips to match his rhythm.
When he finally came inside of me, I held him tightly against me, stroking his hair and kissing him lightly. His body was stiff with exertion, then all at once relaxed with his full weight on me. We lay there for a long time, breathing hard, and letting the full impact of what had happened between us sink in.
For that week, Michael and I spent every night in each other's arms. When it was all over and we were at the airport waiting for our planes to depart, we sat together in silence, knowing it was time to go back to reality.
"You're a remarkable woman, Kath," Michael said to me when it was time to board his plane. "I'm so lucky to know you."
"I'm going to miss you," I said. "Be happy."
He kissed me lightly on the mouth, and without another word he turned to get on his plane. I walked over to the terminal window and watched until it took off.
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