An Illicit Love

Chapter15

It was around noon the next day, that Catie’s phone rang, and glancing at the LED screen, she saw it was an internal call from Dave. Her heart skipped three beats in quick succession and when she answered, realized that Dave was alone in his office. His voice set off reactions that she had no right feeling while at work, and when he asked “Same place, same time after work?” she could no more have refused than she could have cut her own leg off. The day was brighter, the work lighter and her mood soared and her body betrayed her. She could almost feel his mouth on hers, taste him and she experienced the same result reality would have produced, while sitting metres away from him in a crowded office.

Just before leaving after work, Catie added a small spritz of perfume to her neck, touched up her nude lipstick, then left for their rendezvous. After parking her car, she noticed Dave leaning against the wall watching her approach him. His eyes were not cold and defensive, but warm and smiling. She walked straight into the arms he held wide for her and her lips were immediately enveloped by his. A kiss renewing their feelings yet at the same time possessively staking his claim to her. She hungrily kissed him back and wondered at the instant arousal between them, with only a kiss. While her physical arousal could be hidden from Dave, his could not and as he pressed hard against her midriff, they both wished for the natural culmination of their desire for each other

Dave slowly explored her mouth and face, all the while keeping his eyelids at half mast to experience visually the arousing reaction of his presence on Catie. Her cheeks and neck were flushed, her breathing almost out of control and the nether regions of her body were fully aroused. If only they could have satisfied the need and want they both felt for each other, no further foreplay would have been needed. Mere minutes was all it took to being them both to point they never reached in hours with their respective spouses.

Dave held onto Catie with a soft hold that she could easily have escaped had she so wished, yet it felt as if he had a tight hold on her and her fully aroused body. How could she be experiencing this immediate arousal at her age? How come no one had very ignited quite this level of expectation yet? Dave groping in his trouser pocket while he watched her with an expression of anticipation brought her back to the moment. He pulled a jeweller’s long box from his pocket, opened it slowly after creating a little pace between them, and snapped the box open to reveal an exquisite golden watch within. He took her left wrist in his and snapped off the bulky silver watch she had been wearing since forever, and slowly slipped the gold watch onto her arm.

Catie’s breath caught in her throat as she held her arm up , and twisted her wrist this way and that, unbelieving of how totally his gift suited her slim wrist. Dave was smiling broadly, pleased with her reaction and also with his perfect choice. And he had chosen well. The watch perfectly suited her - slim and utterly feminine to match her body and the essence of who she was. Catie was entranced. “Why did you do this? It wasn't necessary. I don’t expect gifts from.” she asked Dave softly. He drew her close to him again, pressing her full length against his still aroused body. He dropped soft kisses on her mouth between words –“it was necessary. I need to think of you looking at this watch every day, every hour, every minute that you are away from me. And know that you are thinking of me as much as I am thinking of you. You are physically leaving me for four long weeks, and with this,” he held her wrist up and indicated the watch, “I will perhaps not feel so deserted if I know you are wearing it, looking at it, and thinking of me.”

Catie caught his head between her hands, pressed a long kiss on his mouth and told him that she needed no watch to remind her to think of him. She told him she thought of him night and day, then held her breath as she gauged his reaction to her words. Dave pulled her against him, running his hands up and down her sides and warned her “When you return, we will have to think of a way to be together. I need to make you truly mine in every sense of the word.” He lifted his eyebrows in question. She understood what he meant, even though they were together at work and during their after work meetings, they could not be alone together, somewhere private, where they could fully know each other in the true sense of the word. Wholly and without the fear of being seen together. Where they could explore what they both wanted - and needed - to explore.

Catie nodded in agreement and they held each other tightly for a moment, before she moved back a little and asked Dave, “What happened the other day? Why were you so upset with me? What did I do, so I never do it again.” Dave dropped his eyes, and asked if she really wanted to waste the precious few moments they still had together with discussing this. Catie explained that it would be an unresolved question between them if he did not explain what had caused his mood and the words he had written.

Dave moved away from Catie, and was obviously searching for the right words before he stated speaking. “Catie, you are the most wonderful thing that has happened to me in many years. You make me long for the morning so that I can see you and experience what I never imagined I could feel. I never thought I would be blessed this way - to feel something like what we experience.” Catie interrupted him and confirmed that she felt the same way, but Dave lifted a hand and asked her to please allow him to finish. “Don’t you see? I believed that, being married, it was for life. I accepted that I would not experience what you and I have. I never thought for a moment I would ever care for any other woman, never mind feel the way I do about you. And it’s shredding my insides, knowing how I feel, that you will be leaving me for a month. You will be on the beach, in your bikini, drawing attention from other men. I should be there with you, seeing, but knowing as I do, that you are mine. How many times will you make love to Kevin, after a long day in the sun, and a few glasses of wine? How many times, while being in such a beautiful place, will you even think of me? I thought if I write down how I feel, my doubts, my fears, it would purge the feeling I have in me and I could leave this unexpected piece of paradise we share, behind me. I can’t face being without you. Not seeing you. And knowing where you are. And what you are doing.”