They had been working on a project together for months. They'd meet at a coffee shop or some quiet space for their meetings, each doing work on their own to make the process go faster. The research was in the remodeling of a vacant building and turn it into an art gallery for the new art crowd. The talk at first seemed natural, but as they both dove headfirst into the project, there were roadblocks and numerous situations where no one they asked knew what to do.
They had teamed up as she had answered an ad he had posted on a craigslist site looking to create a team to help bring more cultural and artistic diversity to his community. He was a recent master's degree grad who had returned for his masters once he saw that those with standard degrees were having so much difficulty finding positions in their majors. The decision was decisive, and he never looked back, knowing he'd have to struggle to make ends meet, spending another four years in school to reach his masters in business administration. Slow and steady, he made his way through with his real love being in art and those things creative. In his time in the MBA program, he grew to become the preppy type of fitting in dressing down in oxford shirts and chinos. Showing his own bit of personal style with a pop of color or vintage piece of jewelry. His parents were immigrants from Jamaica who admired his drive wondering where he had gotten it from, but still overjoyed.
She was a librarian volunteering as an advocate for a nonprofit agency. That worked for those who were disenfranchised from there homes. In her work, she had found that life is filled with a lot of gray areas and things that explanation could not be explained. When she had seen the ad on craigslist, she was feeling a moment of regret and wondered where her life had gone. She liked to help those less fortunate but asked what she could have accomplished if she was a bit more selfish or even ego-driven. The vainest she had ever been was her hair color and trim she had been getting since age 40 to blend the gray with the blond. The message hit her in that spot were it gave her the chills and a boost of empowerment knowing she'd be working with a younger team of adults. She wanted to feel young again but didn't know how to exactly go about doing it since being divorced.
It ended up she was the only one to reply to the ad, which made for an exciting first meet up. Realizing they were looking for each other, they laughed at how they were expecting completely different people. Yet they hit it off he liked that she was older, was from the area, and was already working with people. She wanted his ambition from his schooling to the size of the project he was proposing; it all made him attractive in her eyes.
Their first meets were just filling out forms to apply for federal grants for art installations in the state. She had been overseeing this while he was meeting with those who could be donors to help get the art gallery up and off the ground if they weren't able to secure any grants. They sat across from each other, near a large window next to the street. She shared with him the progress she had made in the past month, nothing coming through till the last weeks. He told her about the four donors he met in the previous week that guaranteed a check of some sort to help get the project in motion. The constant messaging and being in contact had created a strong bond within the two that this day proved to take a new form.
Earlier in the day, she was feeling a bit vulnerable when another grant declined them combined with the stress of her work. He was like she was stressed from having to be denied to his face taking meetings only to have donors laugh at his idea. Where they were sitting in the coffee was gradually flooded by the sun pouring through the window, making everything with the ability to shine sparkle. Her eyes were lit up at that moment and shone marvelously on her freckled skin. He was in awe. She caught him looking into her eyes like he had never before. She blushed on her face and chest. Then out of nowhere, reaching for her hand on top of the communication folder on the table. She didn't pull away. He tenderly caressed her hand, looking at it on the table.
Something moved in her that she had felt had long gone, and now he was arousing it's second coming in her. He became full of lust in just touching her. Her wrist, forearm, shoulder, neck, her face. She closed her eyes and held his hand there as he caressed her cheek with his thumb, the sun glowing in her hair. To him, at this moment, she was so beautiful, beyond words. Beyond that, their time of bonding had brought on the respect that now blurred into his current desires. In a moment of whim, they each felt there was an even a higher level they wanted to discover.
She snuggled against his hand on her face. He moved next to her, keeping the display of affection to publicly acceptable. They were close enough to feel their body heat coming from the other. She smiled and pursed her lips as they began to breath deeper. He whispered in her ear, "Do you really want this?' She shook to her innermost being opened her eyes, and looking at him with desire, shook her head, coly saying, "Yes." They questioned themselves inside where had this passion come from, and was it always there lying in wait for a random sunny day where they were both feeling the blues.
Their minds scrambled, thinking of where in the immediate vicinity they could go to push this moment further. Rubbing on the shoulders and neck of the mistress to be with his muscular yet tender hands. She felt each stroke all the way down to her spasming thighs. This was all so new and refreshing; it took her like a storm. She was having a hard time just sitting there still as he touched her.
He then stood up, holding her by the hand, leading her covertly to an open restroom. The spontaneity of the moment was overwhelming them both as they locked the door behind themselves. She liked the way he was gentle with her making her feel beautiful, desired, and precious or as much as a coffee shop bathroom could make her. It was more about the unbridled desire that formed from a noble endeavor. They watched themselves in the mirror as he kissed her neck and ear, entering her slowly. She gasped, biting her bottom lip. They proceeded uninterrupted to an eventual mutual climax that relived and drained their stresses and created a connection they both couldn't deny. Once they had reordered themselves and kissed passionately one last time. They returned to the central part of the coffee shop and continued working fervently.
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