car. When they entered, the hostess showed them to a table in the center of the room near the bar. As they walked to the table Harrison looked around at the other patrons but did not see anyone he recognized. A young couple was sitting a few tables away but were oblivious to the world around them. Their hands were interlocked and they were staring deeply into each other’s eyes. Harrison smiled momentarily visualizing himself and Mary at the same table. He knew the couple would be of no concern. Two men sat at the bar watching the television and talking to the bartender. The subject of their conversation was unknown to Harrison but he guessed sports given their mode of dress and the beers on the bar in front of them. He figured they rarely watched the news and probably never heard of Harrison and Mary Michaels. Other than that the place was empty.
At the table Tucker held Martha’s chair and then took the seat to her left. The waitress arrived at the table as Harrison sat down next to his father-in-law. He figured the better position would be across from Martha. Harrison ordered a bourbon and Tucker took this opportunity to order himself a scotch. When questioned for her order, Martha looked at the waitress and asked for a glass of water. As she left to get their orders Martha turned to Harrison. “Do you have any information about the accident?” Harrison was about to answer when the television over the bar broke for a special announcement. As the three stared, a picture of Mary flashed on the screen. It was from one of her charity events, which had been covered by the society press. Below her pictures was the caption “MURDER INVESTIGATION”. Harrison rose from the table and walked to the bar. The bartender started to ask if Harrison needed anything but Harrison raised his hand to quiet him and asked if he would turn up the volume on the television. The television announcer was in usual form as he read the copy. “Local woman who died in what appeared at first to be a one car accident is apparently the victim of murder. Police spokesman Gregory Turner verified today the police department and district attorney’s office were investigating the death of Mary Michaels. This evening police have brought a suspect in for questioning based upon an anonymous tip and an unidentified source confirms an automobile has been impounded also. Stay tuned to this station for complete details during our ten p.m. report.”
When the regular program resumed Harrison stood by the bar for several moments. “What does this mean?” Martha had come up behind him during the broadcast. “The district attorney thinks someone deliberately ran Mary off the road.” “Oh my God!” Martha’s hands covered her mouth and tears began welling up in her eyes. “Why would anyone want to kill Mary?” she asked. “I don’t know,” Harrison replied. “But I intend to find out.” Harrison then walked back to the table and threw two twenties down. “I think it would be best if you and Martha stayed at a hotel instead of the house. There will probably be a lot of reporters around and I don’t want Martha to have to endure the harsh questions.” Tucker nodded his agreement and as Harrison walked out the door, Tucker and Martha sat back down and consoled each other the best they could.
Chapter 2: Memories of Better Times
Sitting there she thought of the last time they were together. Harrison had left his office at 4:00 p.m. to meet her that day. This of course meant almost as much as their time together. The mere fact Harrison left work to be with her showed his feelings were deep. Sex did not rank above money to Harrison. Sex he could have anytime anywhere. Suddenly she realized she was smiling. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed. This certainly was not the time nor place to be sitting with a goofy smile on her face. There was no way she could explain this if she were caught. Trying to busy herself, she scuffled through some files. However, it seemed every attempt made to return her mind to business was futile. She could smell him. She could feel his breath against her skin. Her brain would not leave that day they spent together. It was as if she was dying and that day of her life flashed through her head repeatedly.
Harrison entered the hotel room with an air of confidence. She remembered seeing him and thinking how can you look so at ease when taking such a risk. It had taken her almost an hour just to walk up to the desk and rent the room. The look on the desk clerk’s face only confirmed that everyone knew why she was there, at least if anyone been there. Most of that hour had been waiting for people to leave and several times she walked past the desk when someone had entered the lobby on her way there. She had been in the restroom so many times the desk clerk probably thought she had a bladder control problem.
Once she had secured the key card she hurried to the room and telephoned him. The code system was simple she would call the office and leave a message for Harrison to call Sylvia Walters about her account. When Harrison received the message he would know everything was ready and would leave the office to meet her. She never asked whether he made an excuse or just left. Waiting on Harrison to arrive her heart beat uncontrollably. “Why are you so paranoid?” She said aloud as she looked at herself in the mirror. “No one knows who you are or cares why you’re here.” She hadn’t been this nervous since high school when Larry Myers had snuck into her bedroom. Larry Myers. The thought of that night made her giggle. Him standing over her bed with an erection barely visible in his Fruit of the Looms and her trying to look seductive in a flannel top and granny panties. This afternoon would be different. She was not that same little girl and Harrison was definitely not Larry Myers.
During her wait for his arrival she carefully changed into her new lingerie. The top was sheer but not restricting. She did not need any support in that area. Her breasts were round and firm. Her nipples stood erect and as she looked at them in the mirror. She wondered if it was from the anticipation of his arrival or the touch of the fabric. Either way it didn’t matter. She loved the tingling she felt and the tightness of her breasts. The bottoms consisted of French cut lace panties and garters. She wore the panties and decided against the garters. She was determined to look sexy, not slutty. Besides the garters distracted from her firm round bottom. She had done far too many hours in the gym in those baggy sweat pants to hide her best asset now. Moving to the bed she waited for his arrival.
“My, don’t you look ravishing!” Harrison said as he sat his briefcase down next to the T.V. “I was hoping you would like this,” she replied as she gently rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her feet up behind her. He eased down next to her and brushed his hand down her leg. Leaning down he kissed her gently on the cheek. Standing again he began to undress. His coat was carefully draped over the back of a chair. Turning back around and pulling a pillow under her head she watched as he folded his pants precisely and placed them in the seat of the chair. His shirt was treated in the same manner. His attention to detail made her wonder if he had been raised in a military family. Once his socks had been rolled and each placed in the correct shoe he returned to the bed.
Her smile was warm and her eyes sparkled as he leaned down and kissed her. God she loved the way he kissed. His lips would be slightly parted and his tongue would touch her lips as lightly as a feather. The effect would be a rush of sensation throughout her body. It amazed her how a man so strong could be so gentle. During the second kiss his hand made its way to her stomach and rose slowly to her breast. The second wave of sensation came as he caressed her breast while brushing his thumb across her nipple. He could feel her body give in to his touch. Without a word she removed her top and tossed it on the floor next to the bed.
Easing down next to her on the bed Harrison began to kiss her neck. She laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. She only wanted to enjoy this moment and released all inhibitions to allow her that pleasure. His kisses were mixed with licking and biting. The biting was not painful but strong enough to vary the sensations she felt and increase the overall awakening of her body. The one thing Harrison did seem to understand was that with a woman speed was not a virtue. The kissing, licking and biting continued down to her breast. Harrison gave attention to her entire breast carefully alternating from one to the other. When he accidentally bit her too hard between her breasts she jumped and grabbed his head. “Sorry, got a little carried away there,” he said with a wink. While she held his head and watched cautiously he licked and kissed the injured area. She soon loosened her grip and he resumed his adventures. As she
