On Thursday I woke to the sound of Jill getting ready for work. I turned over and kissed Rye’s neck and shoulder, feeling myself grow erect as I did. I pressed against her ass and felt her grind against me. She rolled over to face me and we kissed quickly, though hungrily.
We lounged in bed a bit, and it occurred to me that she was leaving in a couple short hours. We’d probably need to leave for the train station not long after Jill left for work. I’d enjoyed the two days we got to spend together, and while I wanted to fuck her one last time, I’d accepted that we would be too rushed to indulge this morning.
Jill hugged our guest good-bye, and I walked her to the door and held it open for her as I usually do. She kissed me, then said, “Enjoy your morning.” The mischievous tone in her voice made it clear she was expecting us to have sex, and probably wanted to get the low-down when she got home.
“We’ve got to leave in half an hour,” I said, almost apologetically.
“Then enjoy your half hour.” As she left I refrained from leaning into the hallway and blowing her a kiss, since I was naked. Just kidding. Of course I leaned into the hallway and blew her a kiss. I made it quick, though; our across-the-hall neighbor is a middle-aged woman who would either have had a heart attack or given me her number had she seen me in the altogether.
Back in the bedroom, I climbed back into bed and quickly nestled myself between her spread legs. I put on a condom and entered her, quickly and decisively. She was already wet, and as we began moving in sync I could feel her arousal building. She came suddenly, and though it didn’t feel particularly explosive at the moment the feel of the wet sheets against my legs said otherwise. I steadied myself against her, my hands on her shoulders pulling her down onto my cock as her moans of pleasure and release prompted my own climax.
I emptied out into the condom, moaning and shuddering as I collapsed against her. We lay together for as long as we dared, knowing the station from which she was leaving wasn’t close, and traffic en route might be treacherous. We showered quickly, then got dressed. While she put her bags by the door, I made myself a breakfast smoothie to take with me on the drive. She joined me in the kitchen and had a cup of coffee and a banana. Then we shared a kiss in the early morning sunshine and got on the road.
Traffic wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Despite the fact that it was nearing peak commuter time, there was no significant backup, and at any rate, we’d allowed plenty of time just in case. We spent the forty-five-minute drive talking about various topics that we either neglected to discuss during her visit, or wanted to explore in greater depth. Chief amongst these was religion, to which neither of us subscribes.
Being able to speak so openly not only about my atheism but also my Catholic upbringing, and the myriad reasons for my absence of faith, was so freeing that I momentarily wished Rye and I had spent more time during her visit talking about it. In fact, the conversation proved so engrossing that I nearly forgot to take the exit for the train station.
I suppose it might have been wishful thinking on my part that, rather than taking the exit for the train station, we might have been able to keep driving, and maybe return to my place. But no, as much as we both might have preferred that, her train ticket had been purchased and, well, reality. I pulled into the parking lot, hunted briefly for an available parking space, and then parked in an employee space.
We sat in the car, processing all we’d experienced. We talked about the last couple days, as well as the next leg of Rye’s California trip, and our plans to blog about her visit. Neither of us wanted our time together to end. We made out, too, because how could we not? I recall seeing a few bystanders milling about nearby, and I hoped our vigorous tongue-wrestling match didn’t bother them. But not enough to refrain, obviously.
What happened next was described by Rye as a “classic train station goodbye”. I think I’ll hold onto that wonderful little turn of phrase, because it fits beautifully, encapsulating the whirl of feelings as we finally parted company. I drove her to the main entrance of the train station, brought her bags out of the trunk of my car, and we kissed in this very sweeping, romantic fashion. While it was happening the instinct to prolong our final moments together blared urgently in my brain.
I knew I must eventually let her go, though I was certain it would only be temporary. As I got into the car I watched her walk through the door of the station, and then she was gone, and so was I. From there, I drove toward Jill’s school, which wasn’t far from where I’d left Rye. I found a Safeway and bought my wife a dozen roses. I delivered them to the front office in a vase, and headed home.