Parting is such sweet sorrow

Sam strongly considered trying to extend his time with Vixen for the entire weekend, but the reality was that they both had lives to get back to. They took their time in the morning though, sharing another shower, during which they each brought the other to orgasm with their mouths. Vixen offered for him to give her a facial, and he couldn't turn down the offer. She looked incredibly with his cum splattered on her beautiful face, and she continued to practically worship his huge cock as the shower rained over them.

They shared a room service breakfast in their robes before it was time to get dressed and return to reality. Vixen left first, and gave Sam a sultry, smoky, lingering kiss at the door to the suite.

"I had a great time, and I hope we can do it again soon," she whispered in his ear. She handed him a business card. It was blank except for a printed phone number. "That's my personal phone number, reserved for my favorite clients," she smiled at him. "You can text me any time if you want to set something up, though I'm not always able to respond right away."

He cupped her ass and kissed her again, "Believe me, you're not going to be able to keep me away."

***

Sam returned to his empty apartment and set aside the clothes he'd been wearing to go the dry cleaners–no use risking Jennifer smelling Vixen on him. Speaking of Jennifer, he checked his phone. He'd seen a couple messages from her earlier in the morning, but had ignored them until now. She was having a good time in Vegas, but was looking forward to returning tomorrow. She had sent some pictures of her and her girlfriends with drinks at the casino, nothing that looked too risqué.

Sam sent her a perfunctory message, and set his phone aside. There was still a twinge of guilt, but mostly he felt lighter than air. His time with Vixen had surpassed all expectations, and he felt rejuvenated and ready to take on the world. He opened his work laptop and delegated some responsibilities to some of his employees–something his father had been begging him to start doing. He decided it was time to get back to the gym and changed into his workout clothes before heading to the gym in his building.

On the way, he sent Vixen a text: "still thinking about you, hope that's not too forward. thank you for everything!"

He started to put the phone away, but before it was in his pocket he heard the chime of her reply. He opened it to see a stunning picture of her body in a tight t-shirt and thin, comfortable sweats that accented rather than hiding her slim, athletic form. "