Sarah surprises me

My heart was racing as I drove home in the darkness. I started to call Sarah, but then decided against it. I wanted to surprise her when I got home. I looked at my watch when I drove into the driveway. I’d only been gone about 4 hours, but it felt like an eternity since I’d been with Sarah. I knew something was wrong as soon as the garage door closed and I stepped into the house. Everything felt different. What was it, I wondered? Then I saw the folded paper with my name on it sitting on the counter. I didn’t want to pick it up!

Sarah's beautiful scrawl explained that she thought it would be best if she left while I was gone. ‘Like it or not, Rachel will be home tomorrow. I don’t want to be going out the back door while she’s coming in the front door! As much as want to spend every minute with you that I can, I couldn’t take that!’ I choked back a sob as I read on. Sarah reminded me that Anita would be coming in the morning to get things ready for Rachel. ‘I tried to remove the evidence of our affair, so you won’t be in a difficult situation with her’. “Affair” I thought. This is much more than an “affair”. My god, I’d just purchased a “home” for the two of us!! I read on. Sarah begged me not to call her tonight, saying this was so hard for her and she needed to make it through the night ‘on my own.’ I knew I would miss her sooooo much that it would be impossible not to hear her voice. ‘I left you a small memento in case you get too lonely. Do you remember this?’ I picked up a small envelope that was on the counter and looked inside. Of course I remembered. Inside was the thong that I had slipped off of her the first night we were together. It was exquisite. I buried my face in the tiny slip of fabric, longing for her presence. She closed with these words, ‘I love you Paul, more than life itself.’

I folded the paper and went to the bar. I poured some scotch into a glass and walked back to the room Sarah and I had shared for the past 1 ½ weeks. I set the glass on the bedside table, stripped and then pulled back the covers. I crawled into the bed, trying to soak up anything that was left of her, and drained scotch. I curled up into a ball, pulling “her” pillow close to me. I held Sarah's thong close to me and started to sob. Of course Sarah had made a good decision, but I was miserable. I wanted to call her. I reached for the phone, but then I remembered the words she had written. She had the courage to leave this afternoon, I had to have the courage not to call her, at least for tonight.

I went back to the bar and brought the bottle of scotch back to the bedroom with me. I took slug after slug, trying to dull the pain. Eventually, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, Anita was picking up the bottle and the glass from the bedside table. They were clinking together and woke me. I turned over and blinked several times, trying to focus. I saw Anita looking around the room; I could tell, SHE KNEW!! In spite of Sarah's plan, Anita knew what had been taking place. She didn’t look pleased, but I was confident that she’d never mention it to me or Rachel and she wouldn’t do anything to make Sarah feel uncomfortable. “Anita,” I said, ‘Please hand me my robe.” She handed me one and I slipped it on before getting out of bed. As I stood up the thong fell to the floor; Anita bent over and picked it up, handing it to me, her face void of expression. “Thank you,” I said as I took it from her and walked to my bedroom. I didn’t know I could be so miserable.

I looked at the clock by my bed. It was almost 11 am. I could make a quick trip to Sarah's and still be home when Rachel arrived. I reached for the phone and dialed her number. I was worried that she wouldn’t answer when she saw it was me calling. “Hello, sweetheart,” she said when she answered after the second ring. “God Sarah, I miss you,” I whispered. “Me too,” she said. I said I was going to take a quick shower and then I was going to come into the city to see her. “I was going to enjoy the sun, Paul. If I’m not in my apartment, I’ll be out by the pool,” she said just before she hung up. I was in and out of the shower in a matter of minutes. “I’ll be back before Rachel gets home, Anita,” I said. Then I threw a swimsuit into the car and took off.

I knocked on the door at Sarah's but she didn’t answer. I put my key into the lock and turned the knob. I had been to Sarah's only once before. She lived in a very small complex so I knew it wouldn’t be hard to find the pool. I slipped on my suit and headed back out the door. I saw her in just a few minutes. She was in the hot tub, sitting on her knees, reading a book. Her back was to me and, she reached over and turned the jets on. She was totally unaware that I was coming up behind her. She laid her head down on the book and closed her eyes. This was perfect; the bubbling jets masked the sound of my approach.

I slid into the water quietly and came up behind her. She wore a string bikini; made of 4 tiny triangles. I tugged gently on the string in the middle of her back, loosening it ever so slightly, as I showered her shoulders with soft, sweet kisses. She turned around quickly and threw her arms around my neck. “Oh, Paul,” she cried as our lips hungrily connected. My hands ran up and down her body, feeling every inch of her exposed skin. I swung around and sat on the step of the tub, and pulled Sarah onto my lap. “Oh god, I’ve missed you, sweetheart.” I moaned as I devoured her neck and shoulders. Her skin felt like it was sizzling.

Sarah's head fell back and her chest arched. Her breasts were exploding out of the tiny, thin, covering. I couldn’t help myself. I reached up and pulled one of her breasts from the triangle. I bent my head and drew it deeply into my mouth. “Ohhhh, I’ve missed you, too, baby,” she whispered into my ear as my tongue teased her hardening nipple. I slowly untied the strings at her back and behind her neck. The top fell away, freeing her mountainous breasts. I took them both in my hands, kneading them furiously. My lips went to hers, and she captured my tongue.