Finishing It
written by:
Rayanne

"For fucks sake, I don't need this!" I cursed aloud.

My workday started out bad, and the fact that I was stuck in my office, working late going over spreadsheets and crunching numbers on the day of my 27th birthday was depressing the hell out of me. The rest of the office had cleared out, except for Marshal, who was staying late helping me from his office.

I stuck my MP3 earpiece in my ear and tried easing my tension with some soft classical music, but it didn't help much as I continued scanning the spreadsheets before me.

"Damn it!" I cursed again. "I don't need to be sitting here alone, looking at numbers as my life is passing me by," I voiced aloud as if someone who actually cared was sitting in my office to hear me.

As I ran through my emotions of the moment, I realized I needed something. I guess, I thought, what I really need is... someone to celebrate my 27th birthday with. That would make me feel better. But what I really need is... I smiled as I realized what I really needed. "What I really need is," I spoke to my computer screen glaring at my face, "is some really good sex to bring it in right!"

I laughed sadly because it's been months since I last had sex, and the guy I was having sex with moved away. I've been so busy with work that I really didn't have time for anything remotely sexual, but now, the time has come to change my way of thinking. It was time for me to make up for lost time. But with who?

Just then, my inter-office phone buzzed. It was Marshal calling me from his office.

"Yes Marshal?" I answered in an unintentional harsh tone of voice after I pressed his flashing light on my phone.

"Uh...Rayanne, I'm almost finished with the spreadsheets. How are you doing over there?"

Suddenly it hit me and my mind raced thinking about it. Marshal was a handsome and healthy looking guy, the same age as me, and single to boot. And he looked like the kind of guy who wouldn't pass up a hot piece of ass if it was offered to him. I felt naughty, and I do mean—really naughty!

"Well actually, Marshal. I could use a hand," I answered in a much softer tone of voice.

"Okay, I'll be there in a few," he said.

"Great."

I have always adhered to company policy regarding interpersonal relationships and fraternization, but for the first time since I signed on, the rules didn't seem to matter as much as my desire to mate. And in thinking of my needs, I shifted my legs and felt the wetness between my thighs building as I was planning on how I should approach Marshal when he comes in.

Only minutes passed but it seemed like hours before Marshal finally knocked on my office door. I walked from my desk to open the door, fluffing my hair and patting down my skirt along the way. "Come in, Marshal," I said, smiling more than usual as I let him inside.

"How can I help you?" he asked, looking a bit curious at me as he caught my engaging smile.

"I just need you to help me with something in my office," I answered with a flirtatious dip of my shoulder and turning aside. "It won't take too long."

I had already turned off the overhead fluorescents and had my office lit with a single incandescent lamp mixing with the light from my computer screen saver.

"So, what is it you need a hand with?" Marshal asked.

"Come here and I'll show you," I said to him as I supported my derriere on the edge of my desk and hiked my skirt to reveal more thigh. Marshal took a couple of steps towards me in a cautiously unknowing sort of way.

"Actually, it's not so much that I need you to give me a hand with something as I want to give you a hand." Saying this, I reached out and lightly ran my fingers over the crotch of his pants. Obviously surprised, Marshal pulled slightly back, but I stepped from the edge of my desk and put an arm around him and pulled him close. With my other hand, I began to rub his crotch again.

"Isn't this obvious enough for you?" I asked, knowing that I was taking a bold chance on whether or not he would respond in the right sort of way.

But now over his surprise and to my liking, Marshal pushed against my hand. "And what is this about...really?" he asked as he began to feel comfortable about putting his arms around my waist.

"It's about my birthday, which is today, and I don't want to spend it alone," I cooed, and then I kissed him. As I eased my tongue into his mouth, I squeezed the lump of his crotch a little tighter and then I began to stroke him thought the material of his pants. Soon, his soft sausage began to harden under my massaging fingers, and Marshal gently moaned into my mouth.

"What are you going to do with that?" He asked after our kiss subsided.

What I had in mind was actually too crazy to give a verbal answer to, so I let my fingers do the talking for me by slowly unzipping the fly of his pants and reaching inside. Easing my fingers though the opening of his boxers, I wrapped them around his warm, rising trunk. Using my other hand to assist, I pulled his growing manhood through the opening of his zipper. Now having his horse out of the barn, I began slowly stroking him as we continued to kiss and tongue each other.

Parting our mouths for a moment, Marshal could only mutter, "Wow" as I continued slowly stroking his shaft. "If this is your idea of celebrating your birthday, I'm sure glad you called me here! Is this a birthday present for you, or for me?"

"It's mostly for me. You're here to celebrate it with me," I answered sexily.

Letting go of his thickening trunk, I began to unbutton his shirt to bare his chest, and after pulling his shirt tails out of his pants, I began kissing his chest. He had a sweet, smooth chest and I kissed my way to one of his nipples and gave it a wet massage with the tip of my tongue. Marshal, growing very horny now, kept his hands glued to my waist, but pushed against me so his ‘now' very hard penis was rubbing against my skirt.

"No—no," I chirped, "this is my birthday, remember?" With that said, I kissed my way down his chest and belly, and then, getting down on my knees, I slowly took the tasty mushroom of his manhood into my mouth. Marshal looked down at me deliciously devouring the swollen end of his pride and joy, and I heard him moan once again.

The one thing I've learned about men is they love my pussy, but they never forget my mouth, and I had a feeling as I enveloped my lips around him that I was creating a permanent spot in Marshal's memory. Now that I had Marshal feeling like he was entering heaven's gates, I continued to work wonders on the swelling head of his joint and swirled my tongue around it. Marshal tried to push himself further into my mouth, but pressing my hands against his thighs, I continued teasing the head of it with my tongue.

After a few more teasing moments passed, I undid his belt and the button of his pants and slid them to the floor. Then I did the same with his boxers until I had them down to his crumpled pants. He stepped out of his pants and boxers and I stood and pulled his shirt collar out from under his tie, then, pulling him by the tie, I backed my way to the desk and leaned my buttocks on the edge.

"I rarely enjoy being naughty like this. I hope you don't mind, do you, Marshal?" I spoke while catching his eyes with a flirty flutter of my lashes.

Marshal looked like a young boy discovering Christmas for the first time, and surely, he was like putty in my hands when he answered, "Gosh no, not at all, Rayanne."

"Good! Now you can start by giving me some birthday goodies."

"What would you like me to do?" he asked. That right there told me that he was too stunned to think on his own, but I wanted him to show me his manly side.

"Hey, it's my birthday," I answered. "Surprise me."

Upon hearing my suggestion, Marshal pulled me from the desk and reached behind me to undo the zipper of my skirt and let it drop to the floor. "Mmm, there you go," I responded sweetly to see him taking me in the right direction.

I stood still for him with my shoulders back while he loosened the buttons of my blouse and slid it from my shoulders and down my arms. I helped him ease my blouse off completely and stood there giving him a naughty eye and smiling as he reached around my back and unhooked my bra.

I pushed him slightly away at that point and said "I can do this. Just stand there and watch," as I drew the straps down my shoulders and slowly lowered the cups and proudly revealed my firm round breasts and peachy nipples to his wide-eyed gaze.

His eyes stayed magnetized to my beautiful breasts as he stepped closer to me, and right before my eyes I watched the continence of his boyish expression change into a manly darkened lust. "Such gorgeous fucking breasts you have, Rayanne. I want to squeeze them and ‘suck' those hot looking nipples," he said with his voice graveled, and he aggressively pressed his hard pecker against the small of my belly and pushed me back against the desk.

"Mmm, you're getting aggressive now. I like that," I swooned and reached my greedy fingers for his dick, but Marshal reached down for my hand and pulled it away.

He whispered lustfully. "No—no, it's your turn now, remember?" And looking down at my breasts like they were ready for his taking, he reached his hands around my outer lobes to squeeze my breasts together for his lips as he bent to kiss them. As he did, I hooked my hands behind his head and lovingly held his face to my bosom. Marshal nuzzled, squeezed, kissed and sucked on my breasts and nipples in turn. I moaned and arched forward as he turned my nipples into hard tingling knots of pleasure under the playful stimulation of his lips and tongue.

"Oh baby, that feels so good," I whispered longingly, not wanting him to stop as the pleasure of his mouth seeped through my nipples and deeper into my breasts.

"This is going to feel better," he answered after popping my hot nipple from his salivating lips, and then he kissed his way down my belly and stopped to deliciously delve my belly button with the tip of his tongue as he reached a hand between my legs. Upon discovering the crotch of my panties soaking wet, Marshal lifted me to sit on the edge of my desk and he knelt in front of me.

"Oh, what are you going to do?" I asked in a playful tone of voice as I braced my hands to the edge of my desk and looked down at him.

"Watch and see," Marshal answered and slowly ran his hands along the outer side of my thighs, up to the elastic band of my panties. I lifted enough for him to free them from my ass and slowly slide them down my sexy legs, stopping at my ankles long enough to remove my high-heeled shoes, and after getting my shoes off my feet, he slipped my panties from the ends of my toes and tossed them aside.

Now that he had me bare-ass naked and hot for more, he roamed his hands from to tops of my feet to the curvy bend of my knees. His hands reached around behind my knees and lifted my legs, causing me to lean backwards until my back met the hard oak top of my desk.

When he got down on his knees between my legs, I knew what he was going to be doing and my heart raced because I knew his lips were destined for my pussy. So with my legs hanging off the end of the desk, I lifted them and braced the soles of my feet on his shoulders. I felt his lips poised at my crotch just long enough for him to inhale my heated scent, and then a delicious moan involuntarily escaped my lips when his mouth made contact with my pussy and I felt his tongue run slowly along my folds.

"God, that feels so good," I whispered longingly. "You really can do magic with your tongue, you know that?"

Marshal was too busy to answer me verbally, and when he began sucking my swollen clit and working it with his tongue, I moaned again, loudly. "More," I cried pleadingly. "I need more of that, please don't stop."

Marshal continued to pleasure me with his mouth, making me more aroused and I began pushing my juicy crotch against his face for more. After he let me smear myself all over his face, he kissed his way up my belly to my breasts and asked me want I wanted next.

Breathlessly, I managed to say, "Your cock, Marshal. I want your cock. I'm ready. Fuck me now."

"Sure Rayanne, I'll fuck you," he said. "I'd be happy to fuck you, but I want to fuck you on top of your desk."

"Anything," I whispered. "Anything, just give it to me."

"Well, here goes," he said, and started moving my computer screen and other things to the far end of my desk to make room for us. He pulled me further onto the desk and climbed on so that he was kneeling between my legs.

I watched him center the purplish head of his manhood to my crotch and lower himself to me while I felt his hot shaft stretching its way inside of me.

"Oh baby, yeah... mmm, fill me up," I moaned as the words nearly drooled from my lips.

"Damn, your pussy feels hot," he sounded with a gasp as he fed me his length.

"You're going to know how hot I get once you start fucking me," I said encouragingly and curled my legs around his haunches and wrapped my arms around his back. "Now move it!"

I squeezed my pussy tightly to him as he began to pump into me with long strokes, and as he pumped and I squeezed, we looked into each other's eyes with longing, enjoying the wet, slippery sensations of our union.

Soon, I was so hot and wet that I was dripping onto the oak top of my desk, and crying, "Oh baby, yes, yes, yes! Mmm, fuck me harder! Make me cum!" And Marshal was grunting with forceful thrusts to give me what I wanted.

But then, suddenly, as if out of nowhere, we both heard someone down the hall not far from my office door and we stopped.

"Oh fuck. Marshal, I left the office door open," I whispered in a state of panic.

"Jesus, Rayanne, if someone walks past your door, they can see right in at us," Marshal whispered, sounding almost as panicked as me.

We stayed silent and listened intently. Sure enough, someone was in the hallway. We could hear footsteps coming closer to my office door. Marshal jumped off the desk and I followed just as quickly. We scrambled to gather our clothes as fast as we could and dove behind my desk.

Feeling like two trapped little mice, we clung as closely together as we could behind the shielding of my desk. When the footsteps stopped at my office doorway, I felt as though my heart was about to burst through my chest, and Marshal completely lost his erection do to the unexpected situation.

We heard the person who stopped at the door call in, "Hello?"

We stayed as quiet as we could be. We even stopped breathing at that moment until we heard the footsteps start again and make way further down the hall. At that point, our passion had faded and we hurried to get dressed. The unexpected intruder turned out to be the night janitor, and to our relief, he was none the wiser to what we were doing.

We left shortly afterward and went our separate ways without any more discussion over what we had done, but the following day at work, Marshal approached me in the break room.

"Rayanne, we got to talk," he said as he pulled me over to the corner of the room.

"What is it?" I asked, although I knew that he wanted to talk about last night.

"Rayanne, that interruption was unfair to us. We never got to finish what we started."

"I know. Maybe it wasn't meant to be," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"No, it would have never happened if it wasn't meant to be. Listen, I have a cabin north of here. I want you to come and spend a night with me this weekend. We owe it to each other, and to ourselves. We need to finish this," he explained with a most serious look in his eyes.

He was right. If we didn't finish what we started, then, it would haunt us for a very long time. I wanted to finish it too, and I couldn't work here seeing him every day like this.

"I'll come to your cabin on one condition," I spoke firmly.

"What condition?" he asked.

"I'll come to finish what we started... and then it's finished. I can't take the chance on us getting caught fraternizing in this sort of way."

"Okay, that's fair."

***************

Friday night, the day we had planned to meet at Marshal's cabin had finally arrived and I was trying my best to get the hell out of San Francisco and I couldn't have picked a worse night to drive. It was a stormy night and the rain was coming down in buckets. The traffic from the Golden Gate Bridge all the way to Petaluma, a 40 mile stretch of roadway, had slowed to a near-standstill.

Marshal's cabin was located just west of Santa Rosa. He had left a day early and gave me the address that I had set into my GPS to guide my route there, so I was planning on him being there when I arrived. I was certainly looking forward to seeing him, and as the windshield wipers were fighting a losing battle against the downpour, I was determined to claw my way forward. The sky was turning dark as dusk deepened and the clouds grew more threatening. When the voice in my GPS said, "You arrived at your destination" I felt a great sense of relief and pulled up the muddy driveway towards Marshal's cabin.

Although I was sitting in front of the quaint little cabin nestled in the midst of tall redwood trees, my battle with the elements wasn't over just yet. Lightening streaked across the sky, illuminating the surroundings like a flash of daylight as I was preparing to exit my car. The rain was a hindrance as well, and by the time I reached into the trunk for my overnight bag and splashed through the water puddles to the front door of the cabin, I was soaked to the bone.

Since Marshal was expecting me, he left the door of the cabin unlocked, thank goodness. After closing the door behind me, I set my bag on the floor and called out, "Marshal, I'm here. Sorry I'm late. The ride up here was a royal nightmare." Still standing in my spot by the door I shed my shoes and waited for a response. "Marshal...?" I called again.

"Right here, baby," he said as he appeared from the kitchen. Completely naked, he walked over towards me, holding a hot mug of Irish coffee. "Thought you could use something warm inside you," he added as he handed me the mug.

I laughed as I took the mug of steamy coffee from his hand and wrapped my hands around the mug to soak up its warmth. "Well, you certainly aren't shy about yourself, are you?" I said, looking him over, and he did look sexy. Marshal was about 5 feet 10 inches tall and very nicely built. He had a smooth body under that head of black wavy hair. And just to see him standing there with his penis out in the open like it was made me shiver to think that I was going to be enjoying it soon.

I took a couple of sips from the mug before Marshal took it from my hands and set it on a table by the door. "Let me help you get out of those wet clothes. You're dripping wet and we can't have you catching cold now, can we?"

"Heaven's no. We can't have that," I smiled with agreement while moving closer and allowing Marshal to unbutton my blouse. He moved slowly, savoring the sight of my bra-encased bosom while undoing one button after another. Once he had my blouse undone, I helped him to free it from my arms and he tossed it over the back of a chair while I reached for the mug to take another sip of warm, heavily-spiked coffee.

I set the mug back on the table as Marshal reached behind me to undo my skirt. It fell to the floor and Marshal wrapped his arms around me. Chilled from the rain, I could feel his body heat through my damp bra and panties. He moved his hands over my back and undid my bra, freeing my large, firm breasts. The chill had me covered in goose bumps and as Marshal knelt before me to pull down my panties, I shivered as I stepped out of them. He stood and saw me shivering and took me back into his arms, pressing his now semi-erected arousal against my abdomen.

"Marshal," I whispered into his ear," this is nice, but I'm cold."

"I know, and that's why I got the fireplace going in the bedroom. Come with me."

Taking my hand, Marshal led me into the tiny bedroom. As he had promised, a welcoming fire blazed flickering light around the room, while its heat emanated everywhere. I could feel its warmth the moment I stepped through the doorway.

"Mmm, Marshal, this is wonderful, and so are you," I said appreciatively while stepping deeper into the room. As we stood in front of his king-size bed, he took me once again into his arms. I snuggled against him and absorbed the heat of his body as he wrapped his arms around me. He caressed my back, and then moved his hands down to cup the cheeks of my derriere. His hands felt magnificent as he massaged them, and I could feel my body becoming aroused by his touch. I kissed him lightly on the lips, and sent my tongue between them. And as I kissed his lips, I backed my hips away from him to allow me room to engage my fingers with his warm, round girth while kicking the wet shoes from my feet.

Marshal moaned lightly from the sensation of my fingers playing with his manhood and he squeezed my ass a little harder. As I gave his organ loving strokes and he ran his fingers between the cheeks of my ass, we kissed with tongues exploring each other's mouths. We stood that way for some moments; kissing and petting until he eased me back towards the bed and then down onto it with my back against the sheets.

Looking up at him, I knew exactly what I wanted as I stretched back and spread my legs. Needing no further encouragement, Marshal took his familiar lead of foreplay and knelt between my legs and lightly kissed the baby-like flesh of my inner thighs, and then he aggressed towards my pussy and gave my sweet vulva a dozen or more loving kisses. He ran his tongue over my smoothly shaved lips, and then he planted a loving kiss on my clit and sniffed my womanly scent deeply into his lungs.

"Mmm, you taste and smell so fucking sexy, baby," he moaned as he continued to sniff my pussy. Being a woman who is very particular about my hygiene, I bathed in his compliment and spread my legs a little wider.

"Mmm, I'm so glad you think so. Now eat me honey. Make my pussy as hot as that fireplace," I moaned deliciously and grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him into my crotch.

When it concerns my needs, Marshal seemed to know that I needed a quick, no-nonsense climax to level me out for the remainder of the night. I closed my eyes and spread my arms like the wings of an angel, moaning and sighing and arching my body to his ministrations of tongue-fucking my pussy. This went on until passionate screams accompanied my climax as my legs flailed into the air and my ass ground against the sheets. My knuckles turned white as my hands gripped my heaving breasts. Marshal moaned delightfully to see me this way as he sucked the juicy surge of my climax from my peachy cunt.

Rolling my head softly against the pillow, I lied limp and moaning in the afterglow of oral sex, and my feelings were enhanced in light of the rain pounding against the window and the thunder rolling through the heavens. Marshal had me the way he wanted me; softened, ripened, and readily vulnerable for his taking.

He kissed his way upward from my throbbing clit to my belly button, spending a moment to tease my belly with his tongue until I rippled under his pleasurable licks. As he did this to me, I pushed my breasts together, showing my hard nipples rising high for his attention. He moved higher, and now straddling me, he nuzzled his face into my ample bosom, and then moved to lick and suck my aching nipples. As he pleasured my breasts, I lovingly wrapped my legs around his torso, offering myself to him. I now felt wonderfully wet and fully in need of having Marshal's dick inside of me. As he continued to lick and tease my nipples, I pulled him with my legs, wanting him to fuck me.

He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "You ready for me baby?"

"Mmm, I responded with a moan while raising my ass from the bed and gripped him tighter with my legs. "Yes, Marshal. Fuck me. Fuck me now."

He moved back down my body a little as I lowered my legs to the bed and pulled a couple of pillows under my head. Lying in my sexy ‘come and take me' missionary position, I watched as Marshal rubbed the end of his manhood along the fleshy petals of my pussy. I watched it disappear between my folds and I felt it rub against my clit. I wanted him badly now.

"Lower baby, just an inch or so," I groaned with anticipation and spread my legs wider. Marshal didn't have a problem finding my vaginal entrance, but he had this thing about rubbing the head of his cock along the groove of my slit before delving into the deeper pleasures that awaited him; and this slow, teasing process of his drove me crazy and desperate for him to give it to me.

"Come on baby, fuck me now," I begged him as I ground my heated pussy against the teasing head of his dick.

Watching me watching him and begging the way I was, Marshal slowly submerged into the wet clutch of my pussy, showing the expression on his face that he was luxuriating in the feel of my softness enveloping him. As I felt him entering me, my body shuddered a little and I arched my back in pleasure.

"Oh, yessssss, baby... that feels so good," I moaned and rose onto my elbows to watch the stiff glistening extension of himself shafting my hot pussy.

As I was now perching on my elbows, Marshal stretched his legs out straight and straightened his arms to hold himself above me, to which he began vigorously pumping his hips and giving me the full length of his cock with every stroke. As he moved, he enjoyed watching my breasts bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts. He looked at my face and noticed that I was still watching him fuck me.

He laughed and pushed me back against the bed. "Incredible. You are incredible," he said and pressed his body against mine as he slowed his rhythm, yet still going just as deep. When I curled my legs up around his hips and cradled my arms around his back, he picked up the pace, bringing about the sloppy sounds of our sex as his balls hit my bottom. I closed my eyes to the ecstasy of it all and arched my head back against the pillow to moan and luxuriate in the sensations of his love making.

We wrestled and squirmed and bucked as we fucked, twisting the sheets into a rumpled mess beneath us, sweating our way towards our ultimate goal in the midst of the dry heat of the room and the wet friction that developed between us. We moaned and groaned and bit and clawed as ecstasy overwhelmed us. I could taste the salt of his sweat as I bit into his shoulder to muffle my shrieks, and I could feel his cock turning into a raging fire that was now slamming into the depths of my pussy.

As we rose to our glorious moment together, Marshal clenched his ass and drove ever so deeply with successive thrusts as I squeezed him tightly in my pussy. We could both smell our sex and hear the sounds as he plowed my wet fertile patch until we erupted together. While I felt waves of pleasure washing through my body, words and cries of pleasure were soundly expressed in both directions as Marshal was pumping his hot nuts dry inside of me. We let our unified orgasm take us into the orbit of our ecstasy and then we landed safely together in the clutch of each other's arms. We stayed for a long moment with him inside of me; Marshal enjoying the clutching feel of my inner warmth, and me enjoying the slight movements of his dick so slippery now in the soup of our cum.

Finally, Marshal whispered that he was going to get us some drinks to quench our thirst. He eased out of me and went to the kitchen. While he was gone, I enjoyed the post-coitus glow of our sex as his semen trickled from my well-drilled gaping cunt, and then I rolled over onto my tummy, and from the work of my day and the energy spent during sex, I quickly relaxed and fell off into a deep slumber.

**********

I slept straight through the night, and only awakened after the sun had risen because of the light kisses brushing along the side of my neck. With my head feeling dreamy and my pussy feeling creamy, I started putting together the thoughts of last night, and with my eyes partly closed and lying next to Marshal between the crumpled sheets of his bed, I said sleepily, "Good morning."

"Good morning," he said back to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Mmm, well fucked," I muttered sleepily and stretched languorously. I snuggled closer and nestled my face into his armpit and delighted in his masculine scent.

"Do you want more?" he asked, softly running his hand over my hip and derriere.

"Mmm, let me wake up first," I answered softly.

"I don't know if I could wait that long," he whispered, turning to his side and poking my belly with his pecker.

I reached down between us and wrapped my fingers around his very hard erection, and my eyes opened a little wider. "Oh my God, are you like this every morning?" I asked as I gently pulled on it.

"Only when I wake up next to a beautiful woman," he cleverly answered.

"Well, since I'm responsible for that, I guess I'll have to do something about it," I chuckled and rolled over on top of him.

We kissed and rubbed our bodies against each other until I sat up and straddled his hips. Still wet and creamy from our sex the night before, my pussy easily accepted his cock as I lowered down on it. "Oh, I love it in the mornings," I sighed as I felt him filling my pussy once again.

"Me too, baby," he moaned, feeling the wet pleasure of my vagina wrapping tightly around his ridged root.

I rode him up and down like a merry-go-round for nearly five minutes before a wonderful orgasm washed through my body, and soon after, Marshal gave me his. We collapsed in each other's arms and snuggled for a while before we took turns in the shower. I went first and Marshal followed after I dried off. While Marshal was in the shower, I gathered my clothes from the night before and strung them out over the kitchen chairs to let them air dry the rest of the way, and took some fresh undies and a blouse and blue jeans from my overnight bag to wear for the day.

Looking through the kitchen window, the storm fromm the night before was long gone, and I saw a beautiful sunny day outside, and I felt sunny on the inside, and maybe a little too sunny on the inside. After all, I came up here to finish what we started in my office, and not to let it get out of hand. These thoughts of ending it now were dwelling deeply inside my head when Marshal joined me in the kitchen.

"Hey, let's drive into Santa Rose and get some breakfast," he said with a high spirited ring in his voice.

I had my mind set on telling him that it was best if we ended our time together now, and that I was heading back to San Francisco, but he looked so happy that it bothered me to dampen his spirit. So I figured I'd tell him over breakfast.

We drove to Santa Rosa and found a Denny's, and all during breakfast I tried to tell him what I was thinking, but he kept going on and on about the good time we were having and it seemed like the wrong time to let him know I had my fill.

We left the restaurant, and instead of driving back to the cabin, Marshal steered the car to a road that led to the beach. He wanted to take a barefoot walk in the sand with me. I figured this would be the best time to tell him that I was heading back to San Francisco.

We took off our shoes and left them in the car and then we walked hand in hand a good ways along the beach, letting the shrunken edges of the waves lap at our ankles. Finally, I stopped and told Marshal my plans.

"Why don't you wait until tomorrow?" he asked, looking disappointed.

"Marshal, we can't let this get out of hand. We finished what we came here for and Monday we are going to have to act like nothing ever happened between us."

"But we still have the rest of the day, and most of Sunday. Let's make the best of it while we can," he insisted.

"No Marshal. The more we do this, the harder it's going to be to stop it, and we can't let this carry on and interfere with our jobs."

Just then, Marshal took me forcefully into his arms and kissed me. That kiss wasn't the kind of kiss a woman can hold back from. He was suddenly in my mouth with his lips prying against mine. Feeling the blood rushing to my temples, I shifted my head a little and kissed back, hard and long. My tongue pushed his back into his mouth, twirling around and rushing in while he did not expect it.

Soon he pulled his lips from mine and asked, "Is that a yes?"

"Just for tonight. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I mean it."

***************

Well, as it turned out, we spent the rest of our time in bed together until I made my firm stand to leave that Sunday afternoon. We did finish what we started and I remained true to my word, well, for a little while at least. It was hard for me to resist another visit to his cabin, and on several occasions leading into the months that followed, I told him that this would be the last time.