I made my exit quickly while she was gone, roughly making the bed and quietly sliding the window closed. I judged that the excitement of “someone could hear us” was better than the cold embarrassment of “OMG, what did I shout?”
As I walked slowly to my car the day was bright and marvelous and I looked around to see if any neighbors were peeking at me. I didn’t see any curtains pulled back, but I could hear a lawn mower somewhere and children playing at a distance. I smiled at the houses around, in case anyone was there.
Then I paused for just a moment, wondered who I could call to brag, realized I couldn’t tell anyone who might know her...and wrote a quick and cryptic post on this forum. (I usually have a half-dozen photo threads open all the time...because I’m usually getting off by without anyone to call my name.)
I didn’t intend to write the story, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like a perfect afternoon delight, and the more I relived it, the more words kept forming. I’ve tried to tell the story exactly as I lived it. Hope it isn’t too long to be enjoyable.
The whole encounter only took about 20 minutes to play out from the time she pulled me in the front door to the bathroom door closing behind her. It took much longer to write.
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