Bob thought Sharon looked so peaceful when she was asleep, and from what he could tell she appeared to be enjoying it a good deal, but there was the need to get up and around. He was getting hungry; the breakfast in Bradford had been a long time before. On top of that, he had to talk to Sharon to work out some of the plans they’d discussed earlier.

He thought briefly about just waking her, but quickly thought better of it. After all, she had greeted him with a special present that morning, and maybe he should return the favor. Decision made, he slowly disengaged himself from her arms, and, trying to avoid waking her, slid down on the bed.

He enjoyed what came next, and from her cries, he was quite sure she’d enjoyed it, too. Eventually, they pulled away from each other, and he heard her say, “You know, I think I’m ready for a cigarette. We missed it the last time, you know.”

“Maybe we’ll have to have two, to make up for it,” he smiled.

“One at a time, please,” she smiled. “You know, even if we only smoke after sex you’re going to get me hooked.”

“On what? The smoking or the sex?”

“Both of them,” she giggled.

“All right with me,” he said. “I’ve been needing one anyway, but I’ll have to get up to get it. Hang on a minute.”

It took him a moment to get over to his suitcase, where his cigarettes and lighter had been left. The pack was getting used a bit, but they’d have to have a lot of sex – a lot of sex indeed – before they’d run out tonight. He gathered up an ash tray and brought everything over to the bedside stand before crawling back in bed with her before pulling out a cigarette, lighting it, taking a deep drag and handing it to her. She took it with one hand, put it to her mouth, and took a deep drag before handing it back to him. “My God, that tastes good,” she said. “I really think I could get hooked on the smoking. I’m already hooked on the sex.”

“You act like you enjoy it,” he grinned.

“Oh, I do,” she smiled. “I know we haven’t been together that long but it’s been the most consistently good sex I’ve ever had, and I want more. You really know how to treat a lady. I think you must have learned something from those professionals of yours.”

“Possibly so,” he smiled, and took another deep drag on his cigarette. “After all, if you want to learn something, go to the expert, you know.”

She reached out and put her hand on his cock. “I did,” she grinned. “Would you like me to return the favor?”

“Not now,” he said. “I’d like to finish this cigarette, and then go to dinner. If we start again we might not make it to dinner.”

“Oh Christ, you make it difficult,” she said as he handed her the cigarette. She took another drag, then said, “You know, I think I have a broader experience with sex than you do. I’ve probably done things you haven’t dreamed of.”

“Very likely,” he smiled. “After all, you were with a lesbian for a while, and you must have picked up a few things there.”

“Oh, yes, a few,” she replied smugly. “Bob, I’m not going to deny it, I’ve had a few one night stands, a few that ran a few nights. It never added up to a whole hell of a lot, I suppose, the last day is far and away the best.”

“She said to try and make him feel good,” he smiled.

“Oh, that’s bullshit and you know it. Like I said, Bob, I’ve had sex before, but it’s usually been just a one-night thing, one pop, maybe two, and then it might be months or even years before I had another. I don’t know how many times you’ve brought me off in the last day, but it’s way the hell beyond my record, whatever it is. I’m not sure I could survive taking it like that on a sustained basis. And then if you were to throw in something like that once in a while, it could really get pretty heavy.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I don’t think I could keep up the rate we’ve been going on a sustained basis, either,” he said, deciding to change the subject. “I think we’d better leave it alone for now or we’re never going to get anything done. Which is a sneaky way of saying that maybe we’d better think about getting up and going to dinner soon.”

“Spoilsport,” she giggled. “Well, I suppose we need to build up our strength if we’re going to have another long, hard night in front us.”

“My thinking exactly,” he said. “Sharon, you’re so beautiful in the nude, I hate to have you dress, but I don’t think the management would appreciate it if we came down to dinner like this.”

“Like I said, spoilsport,” she giggled again. “But yes, I think you’re probably right. I don’t feel like getting really, really dressed up. What would you say if I just put on the dress that I had on earlier? I’d only be wearing it long enough to eat at the restaurant. I presume we’re going to come back up here and get naked again, or maybe get on swimsuits and go back down to the hot tub.”

“Either one is fine with me,” he smiled. “Actually, I don’t think I’d mind another round in the hot tub, partly because I like the way you look in a bikini, but partly because I think I’m running on the ragged edge of collapsing with muscle spasms. I think I’m going to need a little time there if I want to jump your bones a few more times tonight.”

“That sounds hopeful,” she replied as she sat up. “Are you still leaving in the morning, or what? If you are, I suppose I can risk getting a little sore tonight since I’ll have the time to recover.”

“That’s something we have to talk about,” he said, sitting up himself. “I was thinking about it while you were still asleep. I didn’t come to any real conclusion. At the moment, I’m leaning toward heading on back in the morning unless you have some reason for me to stay. I was thinking that if you want to come on out to Colorado, I could ride back to Buffalo with you and help you pack, then help you with the drive out there. On the other hand, if I head back in the morning, it would give me a couple days to get a place in the house cleaned up for you, space in the closets, that sort of thing. Really, Sharon, it’s your call.”

“I don’t know,” she sighed, getting up and heading over to where she’d dumped her clothes from earlier. “Bob, I have to be honest and tell you that I haven’t absolutely made my mind up yet whether to come out to Colorado with you. I’m leaning in that direction and I can see several advantages to it.” She started to pull on her panties from earlier and she continued to talk. “But if it’s at all possible, I’d just as soon have a couple days without the option of jumping into bed with you every chance I get, just to see if it still seems like as good an idea in the daylight. I think it will, but I have to be honest with myself and make up my own mind. I’m looking forward to driving back to Buffalo tomorrow and having a long talk with Ralph about it. So I guess you might as well plan on flying on back tomorrow. I’m a big girl. If I decide to come to Colorado, I can pack my stuff and drive out by myself. It won’t be the first time I’ve picked up and moved a long distance with just Ralph for company. It’s not like I have a lot of stuff to move, anyway. I only have a small apartment and some of my furniture is rented. There’s some other stuff that isn’t worth hauling any farther than the dumpster. I don’t know that I can get everything in the car, but it has a trailer hitch and I’ve rented trailers before. In any case, I think I need the time by myself.”

“Well,” he shrugged. “If that’s the way you feel about it, then that’s that and it’s fine with me. I’ll have to get up early in the morning, but you won’t even have to take me to the airport. They have a shuttle bus that runs from here, I’ve used it before. That way you can roll back over and get another forty winks before you have to get up and go.”

“As if I could sleep in an empty bed after you leave me,” she shook her head as she fastened her bra on backward, then pulled it around so she could get her arms through the shoulder straps, while Bob sat in the nude and watched. It was an interesting sight, but it made him a little sad to see those wonderful breasts of hers get covered up. “Don’t get me wrong, Bob, it’s going to be hard to say goodbye to you. This has been quite a day and I doubt it’s over yet. But like I said, it’s all so sudden that I don’t know what to say about what happens afterward. I need the time to think about it and have a long talk with Ralph about the options.”

Since she was standing there in bra and panties, Bob figured that he might as well get dressed himself. He got up from the bed, headed over to his pile of clothes, and pulled out his underwear, then tossed them back in the pile of his dirty clothes. There was no point in putting them on dirty again; he’d done that in the morning and he had enough left that he could put clean underpants on again when he got up tomorrow. He pulled a pair from his suitcase and stepped into them, then pulled on the polo shirt and slacks he’d worn earlier. The slacks were from the morning, so good enough, and he’d only worn the shirt down to the hot tub and back again.

While he was getting dressed, Sharon had pulled her lightweight dress back on again and had buttoned it up, leaving several buttons undone so that he could see well down into her cleavage. It was a nice sight; while he thought her breasts looked perfectly fine unholstered and bare, the hint of them that the open dress gave her made them look attractive indeed. They were a nice pair and he was looking forward to playing with them again before long. As she brushed her hair, he pulled on clean socks, knowing again that he had enough to last if he was heading back tomorrow, and followed with his loafers. “Well, I guess we’re ready to head down and see what dinner is like,” he said. “I’m buying, by the way, so if you want a steak or something, feel free. It’s on me.”

“I might have a small one,” she said with a grin. “But we’ll have to see what they’ve got.”

It was only a quick ride down the elevator to the lobby and then across to the restaurant. The place was fairly busy, but the waitress led them to a place over by the window where they could look out at the courtyard. While it had been deserted when they’d been out there in the afternoon, it was busy now. There were a number of people in both the hot tubs, and the pool was busy, with a lot of kids running around. The waitress had left them their menus; Bob scanned his and noticed several possibilities. “See anything that interests you?” he asked.

“Several things,” she replied. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, but I’m thinking maybe the fresh lake trout,” he said. “They just don’t have fish like that out in Colorado. Oh, there’s fish, but it’s all been frozen, so it just doesn’t come across quite as nice.”

“Do they have any kind of special food there?” she asked.

He remembered her rant about regional food the night before. “Well, nothing really regional like pasties or something,” he said. “Colorado is a big beef state, and they like their steaks. I have to say that the Mexican food is better than anything I’ve ever run into around here, except that I haven’t eaten enough Mexican food here recently to tell if it’s gotten any better. Anything is better than that Taco Bell crap, though.”

“I really don’t care much for fast food in general,” she shrugged, setting the menu down. Apparently she’d made up her mind, whatever it was. “The only thing it has going for it is that it’s fast, even if it’s barely food. Bob, one thing, whatever happens, don’t ever take me to a McDonald’s. I had to work at the grill in one for a few months and I think I came to hate it more than any other job I ever had. It’s hot, Bob, it’s greasy, you’re on your feet all damn day without a break, and the burgers are like cardboard. And the fries! Bob, they are the worst possible excuse for fries I’ve ever tasted. Tell me, Bob, what’s wrong with the old fashioned crinkle-cut fries that restaurants used to serve? I hardly see them any more. It was years, Bob, years before I could face a hamburger again! I still can’t face any kind of a fast food burger, I don’t care, Wendy’s, McDonald’s, Burger King, they’re all the same and they’re all crap. Once in a while you can find a bar with an old fashioned bar burger, cooked to taste, thick and juicy and tasty. If you have that and crinkle cut fries and a good beer, none of this American lager crap, but something with some taste to it like a Sam Adams or something like that, well, that’s a different story. That’s good eating and well worth going back for if you can find it, but it’s not easy to find, and when you do find a place like that you want to keep going back. And beer! I’m not a real big beer drinker, but it’s nice to have one with a hamburger or a pizza or a steak once in a while, but I just don’t like any of them with American lager unless I have to. I drank a fair amount of beer in Germany, it’s good beer but some of it tastes like soap to me. And what the British drink for beer, they may think it’s good but it’s just bitter for the sake of being bitter. The best beer I ever came across is Belgian beer, there’s several different brands that I really like and there’s a store in Buffalo not far from my apartment that sells it. They don’t sell the brand I liked best in Belgium, though. The first time I had it was on a channel ferry from Folkestone to Ostend, and it was really good, I mean really, really good, and I’ve never run across it in this country, not once. Given a choice, I’d just as soon have Belgian beer if I have to drink any beer at all.”

While she’d been going on with her rant she hadn’t noticed the waitress standing by her side. “We have Belgian Blue Moon if you like, ma’am,” she said.

Sharon looked a little shocked, as if surprised that someone had actually been listening to her. “Why yes,” she replied, recovering. “That would be very nice.”

“And you, sir?” she asked.

“The way Sharon has been talking it up I’ll have to try it too,” he smiled.

“Are you ready to order?” the waitress looked at Sharon.

“Oh, I’ll have whatever he has, I can eat almost anything.”

“Sir?” the waitress replied, all business.

Bob couldn’t resist the opportunity. “Did I remember a liver, onions, and sauerkraut special?” he grinned. “That’d be with horseradish, of course.”

“Bob! You wouldn’t! My God, I’d be farting like a cow for a month,” she cried shamelessly. “And heartburn! I’d be in agony! “

The waitress got a grin on her face; she recognized a full-power leg pull when she heard one and decided to go along with the gag. “I’m sorry, sir,” she replied with a straight face. “We’re clean out of horseradish, but we have this Korean cabbage sauce, kimchi it’s called, that’s supposed to be very good. At least one cook went home sick today because he couldn’t stand the smell, but all the customers who’ve tried it so far all lived, I think.”

“My God!” Sharon shook her head. “Kimchi? What are you trying to do, kill me?”

“Well, maybe we ought to think in terms of something milder,” Bob grinned. “How are you fixed for wasabi?”

“I’m sorry sir,” the waitress grinned, hardly able to keep from laughing. “We’re out of that, too. We do have some taco sauce that will corrode stainless steel, though.”

“Bob, don’t you dare,” Sharon said, finally realizing that it was a joke at her expense. “Lips that touch liver will never touch mine.”

Bob looked at the waitress and shrugged. “Well, if she’s going to be that way about it, I suppose we’d better go for the lake trout,” he smiled.

“That we can do sir,” the waitress laughed. “Enjoy your meal, even if it won’t have the punch of your original selection.”

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