Date: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 20:28:47 -0400 (EDT)
From: Violet295@aol.com
Subject: Saturday Night Part 4

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.