Mia's Heavenly Intervention Pt. 01

This story is based on actual events, however I am a man and have a tendency to lie so take that with a massive pinch of salt.

Thanks to all at Lit, especially Laurel and Manu.

Enjoy!

Friday 4pm, one last meeting before a long weekend, it had been a funny old week, I was meeting with parents for the most part, but also along with my second chef Ian

finalizing menus, before the kids started the new term on Tuesday.

Part of my role as Head Chef was to meet any parents who wished to discuss there childs nutrition needs and go over any allergies they may have, which nowadays went from the sublime to the ridiculous.

Nuts, wheat, dairy, even onions or chilli, the list is endless, so much so I have gave many a thought to taking early retirement at the relatively young age of 45. it's that much of a minefield.

The only thing keeping me there though was the thought of not having something to do every day, and moping about my empty house.

I had lost my wife of twenty years, three years ago to ovarian cancer, the same bastard condition that denied us from filling the three bedroom house we bought together with children.

My wife Mia and I done everything together, we even worked in the same restaurant before her illness stopped her from doing so.

When she finally passed I took this job as I could not cope working in the restaurant without her.

Anyway I digress!

So as I was about to write before I got all sentimental.

It was 4pm I only had one parent to see and that was me finished for the day, a long weekend before the madness started on Tuesday after the bank holiday.

I went through to the adjacent kitchen and prepared myself a coffee, as I was doing so my sous chef Ian approached asking excitedly, "Is she here yet Sam?"

I had no idea what or who he was talking about, apart from perhaps my 4:30 meeting, but why would he be interested I asked both myself and him.

"Who are you talking about Ian? Miss Sanchez?"

"Fuck sake Sam who else? Your about to sit in front of one of the most photographed women on the planet, you have got to be kidding me mate. Lauren Sanchez the lingerie model for Victorias Secret and La Perla amongst many others."

"Never fucking heard if her mate. La Perla and Victorias Secret either, listen if I thought I would get away with it I would let you do it mate, she's probably just another yummy mummy, fake tits, too skinny, superficial!"

His look of disappointment or even disgust at my lack of knowledge on this woman showed deeply in his face.

"Aww Sam with the greatest respect your so off the mark with this, it's almost embarrassing, and for the record I couldn't speak to her not without making a total twat of myself, I might even sniff the seat when she leaves." I almost believed him.

I stirred my coffee, hearing the phone ring in my office. "Thats probably her arrived, you wanna sit in?" I was serious, but he reddened and shook his head.

It was indeed reception on the phone informing me of Miss Sanchez's arrival.

I went out to meet her in the vast reception area, where there was a young lady sitting on a large chesterfield sofa, as I approached her I wondered what on earth Ian had been thinking.

It must be a different Lauren Sanchez I thought.

As I got closer a second woman moved from behind a bulletin board, she had poker straight shoulder length blonde hair and bright red lipstick on, she smiled as she approached me.

"Ah chef, Lauren Sanchez, so pleased to finally meet you." The standing woman reached out her hand.

The lady seated, continued to browse through her phone, oblivious to my near mistaken identity faux pas.

"Sam's fine Miss Sanchez, As I took her warm hand, perhaps holding it subconsciously a little too long, but not so long as it was awkward.

I was a little taken aback at this woman's appearance, I don't know what I was expecting after Ian told me about her modeling lingerie, but it wasn't this goddess, of that I was sure.

I know you shouldn't but. I had envisioned a stick thin woman a Naomi Campbell or Twiggy kind of model.

Not this model, she stood eye to eye with me at 6 foot tall, and she was for want of a better word voluptuous, an hourglass figure. Monroe like.

Think burlesque, that kind of all woman, curves in all the right places kind of woman and your nearer the mark, but it was her piercing blue eyes which commanded my attention.

I led her to my office." Can I get you anything Miss Sanchez, a tea, coffee or water perhaps?"

"No thanks Sam, I won't take up much of your time, im actually here on a matter not concerning Franco, I'm looking for some assistance with a function I'm organizing in a weeks time and unfortunately my caterer's have let me down.

"Miss Sanchez, I don't really do that kind of thing, however I can put you in touch with an old colleague who if hes not booked should be able to help you out."

She smiled through what I thought looked like disappointment.

Keeping eye contact she lifted her bag and pulled out an envelope, sliding it over.

"I would much prefer you to do it Sam, Nancy Carter told me you are really good at what you do and I am in need of something good in my life right now."

I was caught way off guard, I had indeed agreed to do a dinner for Nancy and her husband for there anniversary at her home about a year ago.

The only thing was he was in Spain on a golfing trip at the same time.

Nancy was a bitch with a capital B, however a sexy bitch, when I arrived at the house she was not in the slightest bit interested in what I was cooking and in a moment of weakness and the fact I hadn't had sex since Mia, I ended up staying the whole weekend.

She wanted more, but I nipped it in the bud, however she, just like the woman sitting before me didn't like the no word.

Which started a barrage of threatening calls and texts.

She even reported me to the Dean of the school citing inappropriate behavior on my part, fortunately though James the Dean, was and is a friend and when I showed him some of the dirty texts and pictures she had sent me prior to her meltdown had managed to smooth it over.

"Miss Sanchez, I have no idea what Nancy, sorry Mrs Carter has told you, but I can assure you, I would tread very carefully with that woman."

She stood and headed to the door, leaning against it, "All she told me was you are an amazing lover, I have seen you many times Sam over the last 18 months or so and was instantly attracted to you, I'm sure you must know who I am and what I do, what I'm offering you most men wouldn't think twice."It was an awkward attempt at seduction at best.

"Miss Sanchez up until just before I shook your hand I had absolutely no fucking idea who you were, if you had approached me and simply asked if I fancied a drink, there is a very high chance I would have said yes.

Now if you would be so kind as to shut the fucking door on your way out."

She turned to open the door turning her head back "My numbers in the envelope Sam if you change your mind, I don't usually take no for an answer."

"Goodbye Miss Sanchez have a nice evening."

2.

The whole interaction with Miss Sanchez left me perplexed, as much as she tried to come across as full of confidence, the whole scenario seemed awkward and as uncomfortable to her as it was me.

I opened the envelope it did indeed have her phone number written on a card, with the words 'Call me x'

I know I should have binned it and I did, but first I saved it to my phone, while I pondered what if anything to do with this almost indecent proposal scenario.

Before I left though I done a search of Lauren Sanchez on the internet, Google, Wikipedia even YouTube, tens of thousands of pictures news clips and interviews all at my disposal.

No major scandal really she was 28 years old, the father of her kid was some Italian fashion house owner Franco Faresi a multi millionaire who was now married to a male tv presenter from Italy.

Most of the pictures were of her on covers of all the big name magazines, how I had never seen or heard of this woman defied logic, but nothing I saw or read jogged anything subliminal in my head.

She moved to Edinburgh when she met an aging football player and he signed for Edinburghs most famous team Heart of Midlothian.

That relationship ending about six months ago if reports were accurate.

I was just about to watch a YouTube video of her in an interview with Oprah when Ian came into the office.

"Well boss, what like was she? I was right though eh? She's fucking beautiful ain't she?"

I thought about telling him how entitled and stuck up she seemed, but I had already decided what I was going to do so just lied and confirmed she was everything he said she was a very lovely lady.

No point spoiling his perception of her and truth be told I doubted very much she was as bad as I first thought given her amateur dramatic performance.

Ian and I finished up work and headed home, well he went home, I however felt the need for a large malt.

I stopped off at my usual haunt on my way home a little pub in the Stockbridge area of Edinburgh, close enough to stagger home on the odd occasion I enjoyed the malt of the week a little too much.

I sat and scanned through more details of Miss Sanchez, the inigma to me but the darling of the rest of the population.

She came over in all her interviews as a grounded young woman, slightly insecure, quite funny but always aware the audience or the viewer was watching.

I had another large malt then in a moment of what can only be described as temporary insanity I rang her number.

"Hello" her sweet voice answered

"Hello Miss Sanchez, this is Sam Anderson we spoke earlier, I was just thinking I may be able to help you in some capacity."

"I had hoped you would call Sam, I told you I usually get what I want, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but please let me put it right."

"Lets get one thing clear right from the start Miss Sanchez.

We never got off on the wrong foot, you assumed I knew who you were and could manipulate a situation similar to what your friend Nancy Carter probably embellished for your benefit.

We never got off on the wrong foot you did!"

The phone went awkwardly silent, she clearly wasn't used to being spoken to in this way, but eventually she broke the silence.

"I know Sam and I'm sorry, I would really like to get to know you though.

Truthfully I don't even like Nancy that much but she painted such a picture of you I suppose I got carried away."

The two double whisky's, had the desired effect on my confidence.

"Listen Miss Sanchez what I'm going to do is draw a line under our meeting and allow you to start again, no caricature of yourself, and certainly no talk of Nancy fucking Carter."

Silence again, she was clearly mulling over her next response, and to be fair what she said next could just result in me hanging up and deleting her number.

"Hello Mr Anderson my name is Lauren and forgive me for being so forward, but I think you are an extremely handsome man, I would really like to get to know you a bit better, perhaps over a drink, maybe dinner.

What do you say?"

"Call me Sam Lauren and I would like that very much, I am busy this weekend but next weekend suits if your available?"

She told me her son stayed with his dad most weekends and wouldn't be a problem, her whole persona changed in a single phone call, she became more vulnerable and almost unrecognizable to the woman I had earlier spoken with.

Due to her high profile she asked if it would be ok if we had dinner at her home, saying she could do with some tips from a chef.

I was happy to agree telling her I would bring the ingredients and she could be my commis chef for the night.

I hung up and ordered my third double deciding I had definitely earned it.

As I sat in my cosy corner of the pub I continued learning more about my date, or I might have just been looking at pictures I cannot quite remember.

Actually the next thing I do remember properly was waking up at 8am on Saturday morning on the sofa in my living room with an empty pizza box on the floor and an almost empty bottle of Glenfiddich on the table.

I could go on and tell you about my pretty uneventful week leading up to meeting Lauren, but I wont.

The only other thing worth noting was Lauren sent me a text on the Friday night before our dinner date it read.

78 Rabbie Burns Brae

Barnton

Edinburgh

'Hi Sam, still ok for tomorrow? I know your bringing the food but, I will get the wine.

Looking forward to getting to know you better.

L x '

'See you at five Miss Sanchez.'

Send.

I left my house 4:30, and headed to Laurens, groceries in the boot, I drove the short journey from Stockbridge to Barnton, the sat nav taking me straight to her door.

I drove up the drive, before I had even stopped Lauren came to the door and pointed for me to park my car in the triple garage to the side of the house, using a fob to open it for me.

I parked up, collected the groceries and headed to the front door.

"Hello Mr. Anderson you look incredible, I don't think I have ever seen you without your uniform on before."

Jeez she looked amazing as I stood awkwardly at the door like a vampire awaiting an invite.

She had a painted on red dress with black boots so high the dress concealed the tops,, her hair was held back with a clasp.

"Hello yourself, now some of this needs to go into the fridge, and for the record you look stunning."

I walked into the huge entrance hallway catching a whiff of her scent, it was beautiful a smell like no other, it smelled of citrus and wildflower but not overwhelming.

She shut the door as I dropped the bag, asking where the kitchen was, but before I finished asking she was wrapped around me kissing me like a woman possessed, grabbing at my crotch.

I took her by the shoulders and pushed her off me, firmly but not aggressively.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy Miss Sanchez, whats the rush, can I at least have a drink first?"

The temptation to take her and give her what she wanted was intense, my erection pulsing against my Calvin Kleins.

"Shit, Sam I am so so sorry, its just I have been thinking about you all week, I just got... Well carried away."

I assured her it was fine as she led me through a huge lounge area to an open plan kitchen diner at the back, opening the fridge for me.

I accepted her offer of a drink asking for a scotch if she had one, and insisting she poured herself one.

I noticed it was a 25 year old Glenlivet, which cheered me up no end.

"I'm not too keen on scotch Sam, but if you insist, and it might dull my embarrassment."

She poured the drinks over a large block of ice and led me through to the living area.

I toasted to a lovely evening as she took a gulp of the whiskey, clearly not enjoying it at all.

We sat close and as I looked into her eyes I said.

"Listen Lauren, that whiskey sat in a barrel for 25 long years awaiting to be savored, its a long slow process and many people nurtured it to maturity, it's to be savored, not rushed sip it slowly."

She hung onto my every word gazing almost deep inside me, at one point she bit her bottom lip.

I let my hand rest in her thigh as i took a small sip, then reached over and placed my glass on the table.

I leant forward as if to move in for a kiss, but didn't, instead moving around her face to her ear, never touching her.

I could feel her warm breath against my face, asI reached behind her and ran my fingers down her spine,"The best things in life should be savoured Miss Sanchez." Brushing my lips over her earlobe.

She gave a quick intake if breath as I moved my fingers up and down her back, slow and deliberate strokes, feeling her body loosen with every touch.

She was clearly mine for the taking and as difficult as it was, I kissed her softly on the cheek, stood and said,"Ok Lauren are we going to eat?"

As I stood she couldn't but notice the bulge in my trousers.

She regained her composure, clearly disappointed we were not in the throws of passion before glancing at my groin, then purred, "Are you sure you want to eat right now Sam?" As she bit her bottom lip and released her hair from the clasp.

3.

She stood, taking the step needed to meet me, placing her warm hands on my face, gently stroking my cheeks with her thumbs before softly kissing me, a light flicker of her tongue, before pulling back and brushing her cheek against mine, softly whispering in my ear,"i get the analogy Sam, slowly, but we can eat later, now sit down please Mr. Anderson and finish your drink."

I sat but she remained where she was, she fixed her eyes on mine as she ran her hands down her sides then bringing them back up to caress her breasts over her dress.

Her hands disappeared behind her back as I heard the zipper being pulled.

As the zip cleary reached the bottom her breasts dropped slightly, the tightness of the dress obviously helped the support.

She took her hands and slipped off the shoulders of the dress, allowing it to fall to her waist, her hourglass figure stopped it from falling completely to the floor.

The lace black bra doing very little now to support her breasts, clearly more for my eyes than practicality.

Her hands moving behind her again to release the bra.

I moved forward both to adjust my throbbing erection and to try to pull her towards me. as her heavy breasts captivated my eyes.

"No Sam not yet wait!"

I sat back as she wiggled her hips and slid her thumbs inside the dress to slip it off.

Gravity let it fall to the floor as she stood before me with just her boots on and pattered lace from a pair of silk hold up stockings.

I couldn't believe what was before me as she cupped her breasts again, this time gently rubbing her thumbs over each of the sensitive almost grape sized nipples, the well groomed small whisp of V shaped pubic hair right at my eye line.

"On or off Mr. Anderson?"

"Take them off!" It sounded like a demand not a request.

She placed one leg between the gap in my legs and seductively one by one unzipped the boots leaving just the stockings.

That was it my resistance was broken, I stood and pulled her towards me kissing her deeply my fingers running through her hair.

The sighs and moans filling the otherwise silent room, our breathing deep and heavy as we caressed each other.

I unbuckled my belt as she unbuttoned my shirt, caressing my chest, leaning down an kissing my nipples.

I unbuttoned my trousers the weight from my keys and wallet dropping them swiftly to my ankles.

She stood back and took me in as I kicked my trousers away, a tiny spot of precum stained my tight briefs which clearly she took delight in as she ran her fingers over the poker hard bulge.

She put her two hands either side and slid them off, my erection slapping against me as it was released. her eyes gazing almost lovingly at what she had done to me.

She went to move down my body, clearly with the objective of taking me in her mouth, but I stopped her and placed my hand between her legs, using my index finger to slide up and down her now slick slightly sticky labia.

I reached her clit and was overwhelmed by how sensitive she was, I had simply brushed my finger over it and she gently bit into my shoulder.

I awkwardly turned her around and sat her on the couch, her legs opening in anticipation of what was next as I knelt on the floor.

I caressed her long legs as I kissed her inner thighs above her silk stockings, side to side slowly rising towards her heat but not touching, my head now aware of her hand trying to guide me to where she wanted me.

I teased as long as I dared her grip on my hair now quite sore so using the flat of my tongue took a deep lick from her opening to her clit.

Again she gripped my hair as I softly ran my tongue over her clit.

"Yes Sam oooooh yes please Sam, right ahhhh.."

Her legs tensed, I felt her whole body convulse as after less than two minutes she was in the throws of her first orgasm,

I eased off a little but she pulled me forward not releasing till I was circling her clit again, this time the tip of my tongue, her breathing and moaning were driving me insane with lust.

I brought my hand to her inner thigh, her instinct again knowing what was coming as I slowly circled her, teasing and caressing her tight now well naturally lubricated hole.

She tried to force herself onto my finger but I pushed my mouth to her clit again taking the hard pea sized delicacy between my lips and flicking my tongue over it.

She was pushing herself against my face her pleasure almost at its peak again as I slid my finger inside her, slowly massaging the inner wall of her soaking vagina, as I pressed up towards my mouth with my finger she shook and then a torrent of her pent up frustration escaped from her, warm milky cum covering my finger.

"Fuuuuk yes ooooh my my good god you fuck fuck yeeees Sammm."

I was laughing, not a take the piss laugh or a that was funny laugh, i am going to call it an I just done that to you laugh,

She lay motionless for what seemed like an age as I cleaned up her mess with the flat of my tongue her right leg had foung its way over my shoulder during her orgasm.

"I was still softly kissing and licking her as I pulled my head back." More Lauren?"

She snapped out of her cum enduced trance and sat up, leaning forward kissing me deeply savoring her taste,"Your turn Sam." As she reached down and tightened her hand around me.

"Oh no Miss Sanchez now its our turn!" As I pushed her onto her back and slid her ass to the edge of the couch.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders, caressing them as I did, her eyes never left mine as I ran the tip of my shaft up and down her slick vulva, she gave a sharp intake of breath as I teased her extraordinarily sensitive clit with my tip.

She reached down and guided me to her heat, her impatience and lust for me clear by the look on her face and her gentle nod of approval.

"Yes Sam, give it to me I can't wait, don't tease me take me, take me now." As she caressed her breasts.

I slowly pushed against her resistance watching her face tense as I pushed my hips slowly forward, my erection stretching her, probing deeper as I watched her dig her red painted nails into her breasts.

"Uh hu Sam, yes oh yeeasss!"

I let go of her legs allowing her to wrap them around my torso as I probed deeper.

I moved my body against hers, rocking my ass slowly back and forth while staring into her eyes.

I kissed her, more passionately than before, more purpose, more deep inner lust, as our tongues fought each others, her hands had found their way to my shoulders.

She ran her nails gently over my shoulders and down my back as I increased the rhythm my hands now holding her shoulders holding her tight as I pushed deeper and deeper till my heavy scrotum was slapping her ass.

Her legs gripped around my body like a vice, and her nails dug into my shoulders as she whispered her two minute warning, or should I say 30 second warning.

It started slow her whispering "I'm gonna cum Sam, fuckin Jesus Im close harder, harder."

I felt the heat first, her warmth around my cock was incredible, then her legs tried to crush my body, those long toned legs squeezing against me, then her nails digging into my shoulders as I abandoned my slowly slowly approach in search of my release.

She was biting on my shoulder as I felt myself about to follow her into the depths of my own orgasm. as she wrapped her arms around me pulling me closer," Uhh hu Sam yes yes arrr yesss..."

I couldn't hold it, I didn't want to hold it, I pushed deep into her, deep hard almost punishing thrusts, the pleasure coursing through my veins then holding it deep inside her, slowly regaining composure before collapsing onto her and finding her lips.

The room was silent apart from our heavy breath, slowly finding its regular pattern.

"Well that just happened Sam, jeez you are a magician, that... that was biblical, if I never have sex again it doesn't matter, oh my goodness hahaha that was incredible."

I gave a little smile as I kissed her softly caressing her breast with one hand and gently caressing the manicured little wisp of pubic hair with the other.

"Its been a while Lauren." As I pressed my already reviving dick against her leg.

She looked at me smiling,"Already?" As she peeled herself off me and wrapped her hand around me, pulling it back with ease, the remnants of our passion still slick on me.

She leaned down and ran her tongue over the head pulling it tight feeling it grow in her hand.

It seemed to fascinate her as she moved back down and took the head fully into her mouth.

I gasped as she circled her tongue around me then hollowed her cheeks as she sealed her mouth around me, her red lips against my now fully regained erection a sight to behold as she kept me taut with her hand gripping it tightly at the base.

She popped me out of her mouth then ran the tip of her tongue from balls to tip teasing kisses around my little slit.

As much as I was loving it I pulled her up and guided her to straddle me, facing me.

She kept me in her grip as she guided me to her before, without hesitation sliding straight down, making my dick disappear inside her.

She sat with me deep inside her watching the ecstasy on my face then slowly started doing almost a latin American dance on my lap, grinding then lifting, taking me all then teasing herself by pulling almost out then deep down again, it was mind blowing.

I massaged her breasts then pulled her forward to feast on her nipples, she reached her hand down, I couldn't see but she was clearly stimulating her clit with her fingers as she now rode me deeper and harder.

She gave out a whimper as she assisted in yet another orgasm, more subtle than her others but long and sustained.

"I'm sorry Lauren I'm gonna....."

I shot my second load in quick succession deep into her my whole body tensed as her pussy tightened around me.

"Don't you ever apologize for doing that baby fuck it's incredible."

4.

We lay for a long while basking in the afterglow, talking nonsense giggling like schoolchildren, both naked apart from her stockings which were rolled down to nearer socks, I still had my socks on which caused a fair bit amusement.

"You really didn't know me Sam did you, had you never noticed me at school meetings either? I always sat at the back in the hall right enough, but I walked past you many times in the corridor."

I genuinely hadn't seen her before I insisted,"Nope but I kind of know you now, better than most I would imagine."

"Indeed you do Mr. Anderson, despite what you may or may not believe from whats been said or written about me you are only the third person to see let alone touch what's underneath the lingerie.

Only Franco's dad and that waste of space I moved to Edinburgh with.

I believe in Karma though and if it wasn't for him moving here for his last big contract I wouldn't have just had multiple orgasms."

Her smile melted me as I suggested food without sharing my equally low list of conquests.

As we peeled off each other, she insisted on showing me around her house, which was clearly a source of pride for her.

She threw me my underwear before grabbing her things and leading me upstairs, I followed still in awe of her beautifully round butt as she led me to the first of Five bedrooms, I could have fit the whole of the upstairs in my house in this room, well maybe not quite but it was huge.

She dumped her clothes onto a sofa in the corner and went into an en-suite bathroom, returning with a white silk robe on and a fluffy robe in her hand, handing it to me.

While the upstairs was impressive she took me downstairs then into the kitchen where a door led to stairs leading to a basement with an indoor pool, with a gym to the side.

The pool ran almost half the length of the house, a little jacuzzi in one corner and a wooden sauna in the other.

"Holy shit Lauren its like a bloody hotel, is it heated?"

She nodded looking almost embarrassed at the extravagance.

"If I had known I would have brought my budgie smugglers."

"Its parrot smugglers you need Sam." As she took off her robe and dove in like a salmon.

I whipped off my underwear and chucked the robe, following her lead as she giggled at my less than elegant dive.

Swimming to meet me both our tiptoes keeping our heads above the water.

She wrapped her legs around my waist kissing me softly on the lips.

My hands all over her, almost in the same frenzied state as she was on my arrival, her caressing my face as she kissed me deeply, my erection now back with a vengeance.

I had never had sex in a swimming pool and thought that was about to change, but she pulled away and swam to the steps.

"In here Sam." As she headed to the sauna.

I followed like an obedient puppy, if I thought I had this woman exactly where I wanted her I was very wrong, she instead had me, I was besotted.

She walked into the sauna, I could see her pouring water over the coals as I entered.

She placed her two hands on the top bench offering herself to me as I walked in.

Her ass facing me her vulva still very much in its inviting state of openness, she wanted to be fucked, earlier was incredible but, she was in control now.

"I like it hot and sweaty Sam", She turned and almost purred, just as I closed the door.

I rubbed the flat of my hand between her legs, the swim had almost turned her swollen labia to rubber. so I knelt and gave her an awkward lick.

It was too awkward and she felt it so I sat on the floor and she lowered herself to meet my hungry mouth.

I was a changed beast from the soft tender teasing her earlier, instead feasting on her, it wasn't long before her pussy was as moist and supple as before, she was rubbing herself along my tongue, almost lifting the roof of the cabin with her cries of passion.

No questions only answers and all of them yes.

"Yes. yes lick it Sam, yes flick it baby fuck yes!"

Her orgasms came hard and long, just as she was about to find some solice I blew gently on her clit and she came again, this time a drop of milky white cream textured cum became visible surrounding her inner labia.

She tasted exquisite, as I cleaned her opening before rising to give her what she wanted.

The sweat dripping off both our bodies as I thrust inside her, no gentle easing in just a hard push forward.

"Ahhhh Sam, thats so so fuck... harder baby fuck me harder."

I could barely see the sweat dripping from my face, her whole body oozing sweat as I drilled into her.

She lifted one leg off the floor and placed it on the wooden lower bench, the change in angle sending new sensations to us both.

I used my thumb and ran it over her tight ass, it was almost as if I had sent an electric pulse through her body as I gently caressed her hole, no penetration just a little press against it.

"Mmmmmmmmmm ahhhhhh!"

Her legs almost gave way as I pushed through the heat, the sweat, her cries, I was almost spent as I began to reach my point of no return.

"Ahhhh Lauren, fuuuuk ahhhhmmm."

I don't know if I had any left but nevertheless I came and came hard, almost collapsing in the process, it made me feel strangely better seeing Lauren collapsed in a heap also.

I had to get out of that sauna before I melted into the floor, so I opened the door and summoning every last bit of stamina I had left ran out and jumped into the pool.

Ten seconds later as I was wiping the cool water from my eyes Lauren jumped in, causing me to swallow half the pool.

"God that was good Sam, thats a bucket list scenario ticked right there.

For the record your not cooking tonight we can order in you fancy chinese?"

I brought her close,"I can have dinner ready quicker than a takeaway Lauren, but it's entirely up to you, I can take the food home with me for tomorrow."

"Mmm I have a better idea, why don't we order Chinese tonight and you can cook me dinner tomorrow, you can stay over, Franco isn't home till Monday lunch time, what do you think? No pressure." As she again wrapped herself around me kissing me softly.

5.

No pressure my arse, I thought as she eventually let me go and swam away and up the steps to the side of the pool, before grabbing two enormous towels from a large cupboard.

I followed her out, accepting the towel she handed me, patted myself dry and grabbed my underwear and slid them back on before donning the robe.

Lauren wrapped the towel around her and took my arm leading me back upstairs.

My clothes were where I left them in a pile beside the couch, I started dressing as Lauren went to the kitchen and called a stored number on her phone.

"The food will be here in half an hour Sam, make yourself at home, I will go and put some clothes back on 5 minutes ok."

25 minutes later, she came downstairs, wearing a pair of tight gym pants and an oversized sweater, no make up and her hair tied back again, I didn't think it possible but she looked even sexier than before, pure natural beauty.

We kissed and cuddled for a bit chatting about nothing in particular when the doorbell rang, our food had arrived.

As we sat at the kitchen table eating the banquet for two she had ordered she said "Stop me if I'm being nosy or overstepping Sam, but tell me about your wife."

I had mentioned her briefly earlier and had no problem at all telling her about Mia, I must have touched a nerve in her with my description, my love for her because she wiped a tear away from her eye as I told her Mia's final wish was for me to be happy, to go out into the world and find someone.

She looked up as I kind of wound down my tale of heartache and said, "God bless you Mia!"

I felt something in the pit of my stomach right there and then, it might have been the food but it was a feeling I had only ever felt once before.

I did stay the night, but we didn't have sex, we talked, laughed and shared stories.

I even told her about Nancy Carter, not the intimate details but, the monster she became once I rejected her further advances.

We woke together on the same couch we had previously been so intimate on, now curled up together, stroking each other, saying nothing just enjoying the moment.

I finally through the need to empty my bladder had to move. her little moan of disappointment made me smile.

"If I don't move your sofa will be a bit wet and I'm sure you will have things to do today, but a coffee for the road would be nice."

I came back through after a quick wash at the sink and toothpaste on my finger to at least make me feel a little clean.

A hot cup of coffee awaited me.

"You don't have to go Sam. we could spend the day together, Franco won't be home till tomorrow."

"Listen, Lauren, I don't particularly want or need to go, but remember the whiskey thing?"

"Yeh yeh, I know slowly slowly, I get it and your right, your not just a pretty face.

I want to see you again though, just in case you didn't realise it, I really like you. I hope you got that?"

"Message received loud and clear Miss Sanchez, I certainly hope you wouldn't do what we done with someone you didn't?

And just to clarify I really like you too, however lets not fuck it up by rushing." As I finished my coffee and gave her a kiss goodbye that almost led to me staying, but didn't.

6.

The rest of Sunday and most of Monday were filled with the mundane tasks of laundry, housework and chilling out preparing for first day of term on Tuesday.

Lauren FaceTimed me on Monday evening just as I picked up my Wilbur Smith novel.

Her face filled my phone, before she turned the camera to show me a beautiful plate of food, my food I had taken on Saturday.

The salmon looked a bit overcooked but it looked good.

"Well! what do you think handsome? Feel free to critique I can take it."

"All I will say is the picture is better when its on you, but it looks almost edible, joking aside it looks lovely." I was economical with the truth, it looked dryer than a nuns fanny as an old head chef used to say.

She quickly changed tact asking what my plans were for the weekend and if I fancied a proper date.

I was going to phone her midweek to ask the same question so I was 100% up for it, a nice restaurant, maybe even invite her back to mine, but she had other plans.

"I know you said slowly Sam and I honestly get it, but... Well I am working on Saturday morning, I was hoping you could come to the shoot then we would have most of Saturday and Sunday together, what do you say you sexy man?"

"Ok that sounds fun Lauren, I would like that, just tell me where and I will book a restaurant near where the shoot is."

"The shoot is in Barcelona Sam, and all the arrangements are made, if your still keen all I need is your passport details, my P. A will contact you with all the details, say yes baby, I know it seems a bit over the top for a second date but I won't be able to see you otherwise."

Jeez this has escalated I thought, it was only days ago I basically told her to fuck off out my office and now this, I tried to keep my composure, especially since I was keen beforehand.

"Can I think about it Lauren?" Was all I could muster.

"Course you can Sam, there's no wrong answer here, it's an idea a chance to spend time together, I will be disappointed of course but yeh think about it please, just as a little incentive though I'm staying on the clients yacht, but no pressure baby," She gave a sexy wink as she moved on chatting about anything but Barcelona.

We ended the call, me promising to call her Wednesday at the latest to let her know either way.

I looked over at a picture of Mia and me on honeymoon in Barcelona and said to the empty room,"Is this your doing darling?"

No one answered.

End of part one.

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