Her body began to tremble a bit as she heard, "Yes, who is it?"

With a shaky voice she replied: "Hi Jim... it's Grace, I brought you some hot soup."

Grace froze in place as she heard his voice call out again, "The door’s unlocked, Grace. Please come in." Her sweaty palm gripped the door knob, opened the door slowly and stepped inside, closing it behind her.

Her worst fears were confirmed!  Jim was stretched out on the sofa, wearing only his pajama bottoms and his head resting on the padded arm of the sofa. As she looked down at his rippled chest, trying to avoid eye contact, she asked, "How are you feeling, any fever?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I haven't checked it in a few hours. There's a thermometer in a glass of alcohol on the table, if you'd like to stick something in my mouth?" Her heart began racing at the double meaning in his words and the sound of his deep, deep voice.

She pulled the thermometer from the glass, walked over and sat on the edge of the sofa. "Open up, let's see how warm you are." As the thermometer rested under his tongue, she reached up and put her hand to his forehead, then cheek and his neck. "You don't feel warm Jim, let's have a look." A look of anger came to her face and she glared into his eyes. "Hmmm, 98.6? You're faking!  You son of a bitch, I can't believe I fell for this!" She jumped to her feet and charged for the door, with Jim racing to stop her exit.

She turned the doorknob and started pulling the door open. Jim threw both arms around her, pushing the door shut with both hands. Pressing his body against her, he whispered into her ear, "Don't leave Grace, please stay with me?" and he gently placed a kiss on the side of her neck. He continued, "I only wanted time with you, away from our casual meetings at the store. I want you Grace, more than I've ever wanted any woman."

His hands dropped from the door to her hips, pulling her ass tight against his growing bulge. Her body melted into him, like an ice cube on a summer sidewalk. Her resistance faded, like the sun at setting time. She was powerless.... the long, long months of being alone were ending soon and she knew it. She was his for the taking, she wanted him inside her.... now!

Jim slid his left hand under the front of her top and began gently stroking her flat stomach. Slowly, he let his hand rise to her ribcage and continued to rub her tender skin. His thumb was grazing slightly against the bottom of her uncovered breast and a low 'Mmmm' escaped her throat. With his right hand, he gripped her wrist and lowered her arm, placing her hand on his bulge of need. Jim whispered into her ear, "Unsnap the snap, Grace, hold me in your hand. Feel my cock throb for you, Grace. Let your fingertips glide through my pre-cum that oozes for you."

Grace