Chapter 5: Chemistry

I flowed into Dirk’s arms after setting aside the two bottles of wine he’d brought. We kissed and hugged for much longer than casual friends would do. He felt and tasted delicious, and I again marveled at how nicely he kissed. Eventually, I pulled him into the kitchen while I did a few last-minute cooking things to demonstrate my domestication.

I think we both knew that we were testing the chemistry that we felt with each other with the hugging and kissing. Pushing it a little further than normal was part of that.

Our conversation flowed naturally. Dirk talked about the shift from being a knowledge worker on the west coast, plugged into a computer all day working on driverless car algorithms, to now running a tool and die manufacturing company with raw materials stock, hands on production, and outgoing inventory, most of which was made to customer specs.

Suddenly, I was learning about stamping die, casting die, molding die, and extrusion die. This was a part of my education that I’d missed completely. I was fascinated how some of what the company made got used by other companies.

Dirk got me talking about my clinical psychology practice that I did parttime, and my interest in transpersonal psychology. The latter led to a deeper discussion about the spiritual foundations of our lives. I said something about ‘my life as a spiritual being having a human experience’. He stopped me cold so he could ponder that Idea.

Dirk said, “I’d been taught that it was the other way around. I was a human being questing after spiritual enlightenment and unification. You just blew my mind with what you said.

Like Russ and me, Dirk and Jo were spiritual but not religious. More than that, they had read many of the great masters and integrated their teachings into their own philosophy of love and life. We started to glow when we found we shared the same basic philosophy.

We galloped through hors d’oeuvres in the kitchen as I worked, and then dinner at our formal table, and then Dirk helped with clean up and put away before we opted for some coffee and an after-dinner liqueur in the living room.

I put several different liqueurs from our living room bar on the coffee table. Dirk asked, “What’s your preference?”

“I guess some Kahlua. It’ll blend better with the coffee.” I smiled warmly at Dirk as he poured a glass for me.

Dirk came to where I stood with the glass, but to my surprise he took a sip of my drink. He then moved into kiss me. I accepted the kiss without questioning the moment, but I did wonder what was happening. Only a few seconds into the kiss, I felt Dirk’s tongue probing my lips. I opened to accept his French kiss, and then to my amazement and great arousal Dirk squirted the liqueur into my mouth, while preserving the sexy, romantic, and seductive kiss.

My God, it was like he was injecting his inner core into mine. I even thought of him shooting his semen into my vagina. How sexy. That one move shot my arousal into the stratosphere.

As our kiss ended, I whispered, “I bet you know exactly what you just did to me. I could feel that kiss in every erogenous zone of my body, particularly my pussy.”

Although Dirk looked a little guilty about the effect he just had on me, I pulled him into another kiss and this time I ground my body into his so there was no mistaking my inner feelings and their outer manifestation. My grind had a lot of pelvic action against his leg to it.

I’d been turned on before Dirk even arrived at the house. I knew what we were testing – our chemistry, but I’d already felt great vibes and chemistry with him from my welcoming kisses and hugs, our dinner and closing kiss, and now this French kiss with the liqueur. I wanted this to work, and I was willing to put in the time. Being turned-on by him, was the least of my worries.

Russ had been away almost two weeks. He’d be home in two more week, but here was Dirk, a surrogate husband who had just sent a lightning bolt of excitement through every pore of my body. Oh, if I hadn’t agreed to wait, I’d be jumping all over this handsome man’s bones.

Dirk repeated our liquid kiss, and this time I really got into it with him. Time stood still, but my heart beat at a very rapid rate. I felt sexually excited and wanted this man, but I had to be measured in our steps according to Russ. Neither coast could get ahead of the others. We’d agreed, hadn’t we.

As we kissed, I thought of how I felt some deeper emotions and connections with Dirk. Since I dealt with emotions and feelings in my work, I could quickly examine and categorize them. I felt – we felt – a spiritual connection and a physical connection with one another. We couldn’t have the latter without the former; at least I knew I couldn’t. If we did something, it would not be a one-night stand.

After we made out and slowly finished my small glass of liqueur with his novel delivery technique, I suggested, “Want to take a swim? Between the weather and the heater, the pool should be pretty nice for a dip to polish off the evening.” Even as I made the invitation, I reached up and started to unbutton Dirk’s white button-down shirt.

Dirk said, “I left my swim trunks in the car.”

I kissed him and whispered, “You won’t need those tonight. We’re going skinny dipping.”

Dirk said, “I agreed with Jo ... that tonight I wouldn’t ... you know, go all the way.”

I kissed him and said, “I have the same agreement with Russ. That doesn’t mean we can’t come pretty close to that boundary? We can save everything else for another night real soon, maybe. Russ felt that Jo should approve our joining, and that you should approve her doing something with him. He’ll be home in two weeks.”

Dirk shook his head, and looked in awe as I pulled the casual top I’d been wearing over my head revealing the lacy bra I wore. His mouth dropped open even further when I shimmied out of my Bermuda shorts revealing the matching thong. The bra and thong were gone in seconds.

“Come on, the pool’s this way.”

Before we went outside, I pulled the rest of the clothes from Dirk’s magnificent body and parked them on a hallway chair. I put the rest of my own clothing there too, feeling Dirk’s eyes roam over my body as I seductively moved around the room. When I looked at him and his erection, I had to resist the urge to rub my body all over his and plunge myself down on his cock. I led us out the door to the pool.

I needed to cool off. I was in sexual heat, and I knew that cool water wouldn’t necessarily do the job, but I thought it might at least help. I went to the edge and dove into the pool. As I surfaced, I heard the splash from Dirk’s dive into the deep end right with me.

Dirk surfaced next to me and pulled me into his arms. I could feel his hard-on against my body. I trapped his sex against my abs and moved around. I squirmed around until I captured his shaft between my legs, tightening my thighs around the elongated rod of erotic skin. He could rub the shaft right against my vulva and ... Oh, fuck, my clitoris. I slowly humped him as we kissed and steam rose from the pool.

Dirk moaned. “If you do that, we won’t keep our promises.”

I released him and floated away in the dim light. I said to him, “I wonder what our spouses are doing right now? Dinner? Making out? Fucking their brains out?”

Dirk floated after me. “About now, I expect they’re having a romantic dinner by candlelight. There is the air of seduction throughout the house, however. They’ve made out a lot before dinner, and about now, knowing Jo, she wants Russ badly the same way I want you. I suspect they’ll end up pleasing each other in some way other than intercourse. Will you allow me to pleasure you?”

I teased, “Russ doesn’t have as much willpower as he thinks. Can’t you just imagine your hot wife lying back on your living room sofa as my husband slides his cock in and out of her body? Maybe Jo doesn’t have any willpower either, and that’s what is going on. We can hope they’re leading the way for us.”

I rubbed my erect nipples against his chest and asked him, “What would you like?” I was hoping he’d say something about plunging his cock into my body and I’d instantly agree that was a great idea.

“Sit on the edge of the pool.” Dirk helped lift me to an edge near the house. As I sat on the edge, he spread my legs. He kissed up and down each wet thigh, and then ran his tongue up and down my dripping slit – a pussy dripping from both pool water and sexual excitement. I jerked alert as he hit every nerve ending of delight he found – and I had a lot of them.