Chapter 34

Morning came, and so did Sara. They had loved one another and slept well and awakened to love again. Showering was a giggling whooping, groping trio of slippery bodies, followed by mutual toweling.

After breakfast, Sara dug in her suitcase, pulled out her outfit for the day, slipped it on and went out into the living room with her suitcase.

"What is that excuse for clothing you have on?" Bev demanded. "Are you planning to get yourself kidnapped, or just arrested?"

"There's nothing illegal about this, and anyway, I told Steve I wouldn't be wearing much today. I like to keep my promises," Sara replied with a smirk. She wore a one-piece, blue, terry-cloth outfit with a semi-cowl neck, short sleeves, white trim and flared cuffs that ended at the level of very short shorts. There was a zipper from the neckline to just above the swell of Sara's mons. The whole thing fit like a second skin, except where the neck opened into a tube slightly under her chin.

"With a body like yours, you can carry it off if no one carries you off first," Jerry said. He came to Sara and gave her a thorough inspection, covering every square inch of her body with his hands. "Nope, no hidden weapons, no contraband," he reported.

"Bullshit, Jerry," Bev laughed. "The whole package is contraband, and she's a weapon, though, God knows, nothing's hidden ... I'm driving you to the airport, love, but from there, you're on your own."

"Thanks, Bev, that's sweet of you. I could take a taxi, but I'd a lot rather be with you any time."

"Just don't forget and bend over in that thing," Bev retorted.

"Oh, come on — considering what you wear? Anyway, I don't have to worry. I've tested it. Look." Sara turned her back to them and touched her toes. "See, no exposure." Her round behind was well exposed, but the tight blue cloth covered her sex, outlining every fold. Before Sara could straighten up, both Bev and Jerry had their hands on her, caressing her. She stayed bent for a moment, then rose and hugged them both. "Sillies, you're both as bad as I am. Anyway, I think it will have the right effect on Steve." No one disputed her.

When the time came, Jerry left for his office, hugging and kissing Sara with deep affection. The two women went downstairs and outside to where Bev's car was parked, loaded Sara's suitcase and drove off.

For some time, they drove in silence. Then Sara said, "This is a big day for me. I've left my big-deal career and I'm going off into 'the wild blue yonder' to live with a guy I hardly know, and start a job that is almost impossible to believe. You know what?"

"What?"

"I'm so happy I'm going to bust, and I just know that in the end, this is the right thing to do."

"You won't bust your zipper unless you do too much heavy breathing. And you are absolutely right — at this time and in these circumstances this is exactly what you should do. Just try not to land in jail."

"Yeah, that's one I need to keep an eye on. But between Harry Hoyle and Helen Gordon, I think I can cover my ass and still get a good job done. And if Steve's business turns out to be only half of what he's forecasting, I'll have that side of it, too. It's going to be fun."

Bev insisted on parking at the airport and walked with Sara into the terminal. In the wide rotunda outside security, she turned to Sara with a package in her hand. "Love, Jerry and I talked it over and we want you to have this from us. You must promise not to open it until you get to the club, and to open it with Steve. Will you do that?"

Sara took the beautifully wrapped gift and engulfed Bev in her arms. "You sweet thing. You didn't need ... But, you wanted to give me something and I am touched, really. I love you, Bev, and I love Jerry, too. I will never forget what you have done for me — and for Steve, too. Thank you from the bottom of my heart."

The two women held each other close until Sara had to get in line, then kissed each other and parted.

Sara drew a lot of attention as she walked down the aisle of the aircraft. Her size, beauty and her outfit assured that. The man who sat next to her looked her over carefully, but was never other than polite and friendly. The flight was quickly over and, as Sara walked up the jetway, she reached for the zipper on her suit, pulling it down so that it opened well into her cleavage. The neckline became a collar, setting off her tanned skin and complementing her blue eyes.

Steve was waiting for her. His eyes took in her beauty and extravagant body. They hugged and kissed and made for the car-rental counter, talking a mile a minute.

"Hey, you look fantastic."

"Thanks, I tried."

"You said you wouldn't be wearing much, and I was sure wondering what you were going to do, and it's fantastic ... I think we have another client, too."

"How come?"

"I talked with this guy who was at your hotel while our conference was on. He was impressed, and he called Jim Wright and Jim sent him to me..."

" ... You can't believe what happened Tuesday night. Helen Gordon is the most gorgeous creature in the world, and she thinks we look alike, so I can't argue with that, can I?"

Somehow they rented a car and took the shuttle to pick it up. Steve put their bags in the trunk and looked at Sara with a big grin. "Okay, first decision of our life together. Who drives?"

"No sweat, Steve. You drive. I'll tell you where to go — I mean, I'll navigate. I want to talk this time, not steer. See, that wasn't hard at all."

"Well, you've been driving me around the last few times — I didn't know if you're a driving maniac. You are a good driver."

"Driving's only a skill. If I loved it, I'd drive a truck or a cab or something."

The car pulled out of the airport and headed for the club. As soon as they were out of heavy traffic, Sara half-turned in her seat as they talked and ran her zipper down to its end, leaving her suit open in the front and the top of her pubic hair visible. She said nothing, and it was a few moments before Steve noticed. When he did, he smiled, and put his hand on her knee. "I do love you a lot, you gorgeous woman," he said. "And I love the look of you."