Interlude (21 page)

“What's up babe?” Cal asked. He was bringing
them drinks when the call came. He moved to rub her shoulders as
she unloaded her stresses on him. She moaned quietly as he kneaded
her soft skin, pressing his fingers into her tense muscles.

“Enrique's team flubbed up a transfer of
goods from Egypt. We had some tanks going to a collector in the
Slovak republic. They routed it through an old contact we found to
be untrustworthy, so now I have to go and get it re arranged.” She
said with a heavy sigh.

“I can come with you if you like?” Cal
offered.

“I can't do that to you. You have that
meeting with your customer, Barry, was his name?” She paused,
adding, “You also have the meeting with your ex to split your
assets.” She said with an eye roll.

“Ugh, don't remind me.” Cal groaned.
Truthfully, he was looking forward to getting the divorce over and
done with. Alice would probably take him to the cleaners, but he
didn't care.

“So, when do you have to fly out?” He
asked.

Karen sighed again, “Tomorrow morning. I'll
have to catch a puddle jumper in Santa Barbara, and then bounce
from LAX over to JFK. Then, it's out to Eastern Europe.”

“Bummer. And right before your birthday too.”
Cal paused, adding, “Wait, how old will you be anyway?” He just now
realized that they didn't know each other's age!

“Forty-three,” She said, looking up at him
with a dead straight poker face.

Cal laughed, “I guess that really makes me
your boy toy!”

“That's kind of hot. Can I make you do my
bidding since I'm such a sexy cougar?” She asked, grabbing his
hands and pulling him to her front.

“Funny, it hasn't stopped you before.” Cal
said, leaning down to gently kiss her lips. “You still taste like
my banana cream pie.” He had made a pie that afternoon that she
couldn't stay away from!

“I know! If you keep cooking like this, we'll
have to start driving those mobility scooters you see at the
Wal-Mart.” She said, grabbing his sides as he ran his hands over
her arms.

Cal gently squeezed her biceps. For someone
who only did yoga three times a week, she was pretty toned! “Hey,
cooking used to be the only thing I was good at. If anything, I
could always slay my enemies with fatty food.” He joked.

Karen's hands moved from his sides to his
firm ass. She gave him a playful, but aggressive, squeeze on his
cheeks. She looked up at him slowly. There was a telltale glimmer
in her eyes that Cal had learned to read like a road map. “That's
funny, I think you have other talents that make you worth keeping
around.” She said quietly. Her hands moved from his rear to his
front, gently sliding over his bulge as he looked down at her with
his deep, blue eyes. He inhaled deeply, her touch sending waves of
tingling pleasure through his body. He groaned quietly as she
squeezed him, his growing manhood straining against his clothing
now. She slowly undid the button on his shorts.

As she moved his zipper down ever so slowly,
he ran his hands through her soft hair. He trailed his fingers down
her cheeks, to her luscious, red lips. Her cherry chap stick
rubbing off slightly on his finger as she slowly placed it in her
mouth. Cal inhaled deeply in pleased silence. All of a sudden she
bit him. Hard! Clamped down on his finger, she refused to let go.
Cal gently tried prying his finger out of her playfully clenched
teeth, but it was no use. All the while, she was looking up at him
with that same, glimmer. The mischievous look! She finally released
his finger, her eyes smoldering with angst filled lust.

“Naughty girl, you know not to bite.” Cal
admonished her, as he examined his bitten digit.

Karen glared at him anew. “I guess you don't
know how to discipline a bratty little biter like me.” She said
teasingly, turning away from him in her chair.

“Oh, don't I?” Cal replied. He leaned down
and grabbed her legs. As he spun her back around to face him, she
got up quickly and strolled into the kitchen, swinging her hips as
she went. Cal followed, loving this new side to her. “Excuse me
miss, it's not nice to walk away when someone is trying to talk to
you.” He grabbed her arm just firmly enough to hold her. She gently
resisted his hold, squirming and wriggling against his body as he
brought her close. He reached down to her waist and undid her
sarong. The light blue fabric slid off of her waist, leaving her in
just her two-piece swim suit. He deftly undid the tie on her bikini
bottom, the little bow knot unfurling as it slid down her legs. Her
playful, aloof look now held a twinge of excitement as Cal quickly
undid the tie on her top, watching it shrug off of her shoulders as
if it was trying to escape. She now stood naked in the large
kitchen, pinned up against the granite center island by Cal's
body.

“Hmm, how do we punish naughty little girls.”
He said.

He fished around in one of the drawers, his
eyes brightening as he found something and pulled it out. In his
hand, he held the rubber spatula he used on the pie earlier. He
looked to Karen, her eyes unable to hide her excitement any longer!
He reached over to the cream pie, still sitting on the counter from
the afternoon. He lifted the glass dome off and swirled the rubber
spatula around on the whipped topping. He turned Karen around until
she was facing the center island, her rear end jutted out as the
cold granite touched her lower abdomen. Cal swirled the spatula on
her ass, the creamy topping white against her tanned bottom. He
slowly licked it off as she shuddered at the touch of his lips and
tongue on her soft skin. He trailed kisses slowly up her body.
First her lower back, then up her spine. Goose bumps were already
forming when he reached her neck, his tongue trailing along over to
her ear. He brought the cream coated spatula up to her lips.

“Open.” He said in her ear. She gave him a
defiant little smile and licked the cream off slowly. He watched
her intently, relishing how she licked at the cream with her
tongue. All of a sudden, he pulled the spatula away and swatted her
on the ass with it! She let out a startled yelp. Her surprise
morphed into higher levels of arousal as he swirled the spatula in
the pie again and held it to her lips. She slowly ate more of the
pie off before he swatted her again with it. He tossed it in the
sink and moved his body behind hers. As he dropped his shorts,
Karen could feel his skin on her back. He moved around outside of
her view. He was doing something, but she couldn't see what. He
grabbed her other arm, and moved it behind her.

She felt the fabric from her sarong slide
around her arms just below her elbows. He tied a knot, the soft
cloth holding her arms behind her back as Cal pressed his naked
pelvis against her. Her hands felt about, touching Cal's rippled
abs with her bound limbs as he teased her with his throbbing, hot
manhood. She closed her eyes and visualized how it looked, how she
looked. Here she was, bound, naked, and dolloped with whipped cream
in her million-dollar kitchen. Cal moved his rod over her
womanhood, gliding slowly over her clit as she purred with
anticipation.

“Oh God, just stick it in me!” She quavered
helplessly. She ground her ass against him, but he pinned her
harder against the counter. She grunted, trying to move her feet to
counter his teasing and playing. He pinned her feet apart with his,
giving him free access to her waiting body.

He lightly tapped his rod against her
womanhood, the light percussion sending jolts of ecstasy shooting
through her as she jumped and bucked at his taunts. She was wet
beyond belief and ready to pass out from the overload.

“For a naughty girl, you sure aren't used to
punishment.” Cal said in her ear. Just his breath on her neck was
making her pelvis tighten. She gritted her teeth as he rubbed
against her body some more.

“I'm not! I'm not!” She said in little gasps.
Her body was beginning to tremble uncontrollably. “Please!”

Cal angled his hips and pushed himself inside
of her. He groaned quietly as his manhood pushed her apart. Her
warmth sent waves of pleasure running through him as he fought to
maintain control of himself. He held onto the sarong that was
wrapped around her arms, as he began slamming against her. His
thrusts were only punctuated by the occasional grunt as he moved
faster and faster. He relished the feeling of her womanhood
clenching and pulsating around his shaft as she began
climaxing.

“Oh God, Don't stop, Oh!” Her voice trailed
off into soft breaths as Cal gave it his all. His release came in
shuddering jolts as Karen reflexively pushed herself against him.
She descended into her orgasm as he erupted inside of her. Fully
spent, she slumped against the counter and emitted little sighs and
breaths as Cal rested his forehead on her shoulder. She could feel
his sweaty body as he gently withdrew. She quivered as he did so,
wanting him to stay inside her forever.

“I guess that'll teach you to bite, you
little minx.” Cal said in her ear as he untied her. She closed her
eyes and smiled as he massaged her arms.

“I guess I'll have to misbehave more often.”
She said in a satisfied murmur. A knock at the door startled them
both out of their post coital bliss.

“Holy shit,” Cal said, pulling up his shorts
with lightning speed. Karen struggled with her bikini bottom. She
resorted to merely wrapping the sarong around her nude hips as she
re-tied her top. She stuffed her bottoms in one of the utensil
drawers as Cal went to answer the door. She could hear him faintly
from the kitchen.

“Oh, hey Cassie! What's up? “He said as
nonchalantly as he could.

“Hey Cal. Just popping by to swim,” She
paused, “Um, I'm not interrupting anything am I?” She asked.

“Oh no, come on in!” He said through a
gigantic, guilty smile.

Karen busied herself pretending to read a
magazine. “Hey Cas, How are things?” She asked brightly. Cas gave
her the, “I know what you were really doing!”, look.

“Fine,” Cas said, eying her warily.

Karen flashed a knowing smile, and they both
pantomimed Cal and Karen's most recent sexual adventure in crude
gestures and body movements before he walked back in. Cas, and her
eternally high metabolism, fixated on the uncovered pie on the
counter. Before Karen could react, Cas had already scooped out a
large piece onto a plate. Cal looked at her in silence as she
fished around for a fork. Opening the drawers, she found Karen's
stashed bikini bottom amongst the flatware. The two stood in
silence as Cas slowly looked from Karen, and back to the swimsuit
bottom she found in the drawer. She smiled and shook her head as
she trotted out to the pool.

“Do you think we should tell her?” He asked
Karen. They had been using it for anything but eating!

“No point now. Anyways, she seems to really
like your pie.” Karen said, gesturing to the noises Cassie was
making out by the pool as she wolfed the slice down.

“Oh my God Cal! Is there anything you can't
cook?” She yelled from poolside as she licked the fork.

Cal laughed as quietly as he could while
Karen slapped his arm. “I have to go fire off some emails. Will you
be up to pack later on?” He asked.

“Yeah, I'll hang out with Cassie for a while
before I come up. She's become much more agreeable since you
drugged her with your cupcake recipe.” Karen said. Cal winked to
her as he jogged up the stairs.

Cal sat on the squeaky chair in the office.
He rather liked his little setup on the side table in her bedroom,
but she insisted he move his operation out. As his laptop glowed in
the unlit office, He sent off an email to Barry:

Hey Barry! Our meeting is still on. Glad you
could fly in to meet me. I'll make the flight out your way next
time to keep it even. Glad to finally see that first big bonus
check. My soon-to-be ex will probably get most of it, but it's
still great to be on top of the app market. I'm retooling some of
the scripting for my “stalker soft” that the game runs on. It
should load quicker from now on. Have your team keep up on the bug
reports; I don't want to lose our footing because of glitchy code.
See ya soon.

-Cal.

Cal closed his laptop and shuffled down the
hall to start his shower. He smiled to himself as the sound of
Cassie and Karen's gossiping and laughing drifted in through the
open windows. He thought about how much happier he was. He loved
her so much! Just the thought of her touch made him crazy. He would
do anything to have it. Like an addict in need of a fix, he was
constantly in contact with her. He could never tire of her company.
He relished the most mundane things. He loved resting his head in
her lap while she read. Sleeping in on a weekday while she tangled
herself in his limbs like seaweed around a propeller. He loved
every minute of it. He was bummed that she would be gone for a few
days, but it would at least give him time to wander around her
property and chill out. He still had to figure out what he was
going to do for her birthday, but he usually did best by just
winging it. Their six month came together terrific, and that was
all from one day's work.

As the alarm buzzed, Cal turned over in his
sleep. Karen slammed her hand on the off button, not wanting to
wake him. After sliding into a green wrap dress and heels, she
crept slowly down the stairs to gather her stuff up for the trip.
She was going to miss him so much! She hated leaving, and really
wanted him to come with her, but he had too much to take care of in
his old life. She knew that if she asked, he would drop everything
and go. He was so profoundly chivalrous when it came to stuff like
that. She though back to how he jumped right between Kyle's thug
and her. How he stood unflinching as that guy pointed a gun right
in his face. He always wanted to be the hero, and it seemed like he
rose to the occasion whenever needed. She loved him for it! That,
and so much else… While she made a cup of tea, she looked through
the fridge. She put a hand to her chest and smiled when she saw a
dish with a note on it.