Star Gazing

"What are your plans?"

"I don't really have any. On Sundays I usually work out, do my laundry and cook a new recipe."

He looked at me with a sexy smile on his face.

"Any chance you would like to try out your new recipe in my kitchen, and maybe stay the night?"

My heart leapt, he wanted to be with me as well.

"I would love to, any requests?"

"Sixty nine sounds amazing. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy. So many choices."

I loved his sense of humor, he wasn't a bad boy, but definitely not as innocent as he seems.

"I was talking about dinner silly."

"That I will leave totally up to you. I'm sure whatever it is will be amazing."

"What time do you want me to come out?"

"Anytime you want to. I have a few hours of work to do, but the kitchen is all yours. If I remember right, you said you could get into so much trouble there. Across the kitchen there is a balcony that you can look over the rainforest. You can have a drink and watch from a safe perch if you like."

"Let me shower and do some laundry. I will pack a bag, plan dinner then I will stop and grab some groceries and be out."

"Did you say shower?"

"Yeah."

"Any chance you may need some help with that?"

"You know, I always wished I had someone in there to help wash my back."

We finished breakfast, Sagan again insisted on helping me with the dishes. It was all I could do not to just throw them in the garbage and drag him into the bathroom.

We showered together, he not only washed my back, but took his time washing every square inch of my body. Once he coaxed an orgasm out of me with his fingers and tongue, he held me up against the wall and made love to me.

He intended on making slow passionate love to me, but my hot water never lasts long. The water went from hot to lukewarm so he quickened the pace holding up both my legs in his hands.

The water quickly went cold making me squeal, neither one of us wanting to stop long enough to turn the water off. The icy cold water running over our hot bodies was actually stimulating, making our efforts even more intense.

With a final plunge and groan, I felt Sagan start orgasming into me triggering my own hard orgasm. As soon as we came down, I reached over and turned off the water. I stopped and kissed him deeply before the cold pushed me out. I giggled as we were both covered in goosebumps as we dried off.

"Come on, let's hop into bed and snuggle until we warm up."

"Great idea, I'm frozen, but it was worth it."

We jumped back into the still warm bed and pulled the blankets around us. I half crawled on top of him to share our body heat. We kissed softly a few times, content to just hold and be with each other. Snuggling together felt so perfect that we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The loud sound of my phone ringing jarred us awake. I didn't mean to fall asleep, but we were both so comfortable together. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw it was my mother making her weekly Sunday morning call. I slipped a robe on and walked into the kitchen while Sagan started getting dressed.

"Hey Mom."

"I was starting to wonder if you were going to answer."

"You caught me in the shower and my wet hands wouldn't answer the phone."

I'm sure I was blushing. I didn't want to tell my mom I just woke up with a man in my bed after an evening and morning full of sex. I would be on the phone for hours while she asked me a million questions.

We chatted away for a few minutes until Sagan came out fully dressed and ready to leave.

"Hold on mom, someone's at the door."

I sat the phone down, threw my arms around Sagan and gave him the best goodbye kiss I could.

"I will be out in a couple hours."

He understood discretion and answered me in a whisper.

'Ok, I will leave the door open since I may not hear you knocking. Come in and make yourself at home. Yell at me from the balcony when you are settled."

As soon as he shut the door behind him I sighed. My emotional cup was overflowing. Satisfaction, happiness, emptiness because he was gone, trepidation, and a host of others. I was so deeply in thought that I almost forgot mom was on the phone.

"Hey mom, sorry."

"Who was that dear?"

"Um, a courier dropping off some papers for work. We have an important meeting right away in the morning."

We chatted a few more minutes before we said our goodbyes. Once I was free I was a whirlwind of activity. I quickly packed a bag with my toiletries and work clothes for tomorrow. I decided laundry could wait a day or two. I planned dinner in my mind and made a list of groceries I was going to need and then I was off.

I rushed through the grocery store, hoping nothing was forgotten since I suspected his cupboards were mostly bare. I was thrilled to cook in Sagan's amazing kitchen, but I wanted to make sure dinner came out perfect. It wasn't even eleven so I decided to pick up some ingredients for a quick light lunch.

So far he has loved everything I have prepared for him. It may be silly, but I yearned for that look of satisfaction when he first samples my dishes. I know I'm a great chef, but it makes me feel even better knowing someone I was already head over heels for appreciates my efforts.

I drove to Sagan's, proud of myself for finding his house without the aid of GPS. I grabbed the groceries and walked in the front door like it was my own home. Under a tall beer glass and orange there was a note.

Hey Sexy,

I have wine in the fridge for dinner unless you would like some now. Otherwise help yourself to a Blue Moon. There is also bottled water in the fridge if you prefer. You should be able to see me from the kitchen balcony.

Sagan

Even though it was barely past noon, I thought a beer sounded good. I poured myself one, garnished it with a slice of orange and walked to the French doors overlooking the rainforest. Since everything was open and below me, I didn't feel the panic like I did when I was walking through it.

The deck was about the size of a hotel balcony, just enough room for a small table and a couple of chairs. I leaned against the railing, watching Sagan on his hands and knees, working in the dirt. I was surprised by how much sound came from the forest. From birds calling to a small waterfall, it was serene and pleasant. I could appreciate why he loved it so much now that I was safe from above.

"I sure like this view."

He turned around to me with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I love sitting up there and watching all the wildlife."

"I was talking about the view of you bent over like that, you have a nice butt."

For the first time I saw him a little flustered and embarrassed.

'Would you like some lunch at all? I picked up a few things if you're hungry."

"Sounds great."

"Give me thirty minutes."

I threw some naan in the oven and whipped together three of my favorite chutneys. His kitchen was big and beautiful and I was in heaven. I was finishing up one of the chutneys when I felt something brush against my leg. Thinking one of his wild animals had escaped I screamed, dropping the bowl I had in my hand.

Looking up at me was a cat. Not realizing it almost gave me a heart attack it just sat there and gave me a meow. I laughed at myself and gave it a quick pet. I grabbed a washcloth and started wiping up the mess I made.

"I like this view even better."

Standing behind me was Sagan, watching my butt with a smile.

"Your cat scared the ever living shit out of me."

"I'm surprised she even came out, usually she hides whenever someone's here."

"She rubbed up against my leg, I thought something had escaped from your zoo, what's her name?"

"Orion."

"I should've known."

I finished wiping up my mess, luckily I just dropped a bowl that was almost empty.

"Ready to eat?"

"Sure. What have you made us today?"

"Just a light Indian lunch. This is naan, with three different kinds of chutneys that you eat with it. We have sweet mango, spicy green, and a creamy coconut."

He refilled my beer and poured one for himself before joining me at the table.

"Show me how you do it."

I ripped off a piece of naan, and spooned a little chutney on and handed it to him. Sagan dug into it eagerly, I liked someone who has an open mind and is willing to try new things. Once again, the look of pleasure was evident on his face.

"My god Payet, I can't believe you aren't on some cooking show, or on the cover of several cookbooks."

"That used to be one of my dreams. Now I'm content cooking when I can. I do admit it's so much more rewarding when I cook for someone else, especially when they enjoy it as much as you do."

"Well you can cook for me anytime you want, I will even do the dishes and buy the groceries."

I smiled at the thought, we have known each other for less than two weeks and I'm already dreaming about our future. I better keep myself in check or I may end up with a broken heart.

Chapter 6

***Sagan***

We enjoyed our light lunch, chatting about food, wine, and cooking. Before I knew it, two hours had passed. I've never met a woman who was so easy to talk to and felt so comfortable to be around.

When we finished, I insisted on doing all the dishes much to Payet's amusement. When I was done, I took her in my arms and gave her a light kiss.

"I have another hour or so of work to do, then I'm all yours for the rest of the day. Do you need anything?"

"No, I think I will wander around and look at your photos if you don't mind. Then I'll sit on your balcony and watch you. I feel safe up there and enjoy the view."

I gave her another quick kiss and hustled down the stairs.

I love my weekly time in the conservatory, but today I wanted to be done so I could spend time with Payet. After thirty minutes, I looked up and she was leaning on the balcony rail. She looked so peaceful and happy. I blew her a kiss and turned back to my work, feeling her eyes on me.

I finished my work in record time, putting off a few things that's not critical for a couple of days. I hurried up the stairs to find her singing in the kitchen, pans were on the stove and the counters were covered in ingredients. I was pretty dirty, so I didn't sneak in for a hug.

"Hey, I am going to shower, then I'm all yours for the night."

She looked at me with a mischievous smile.

"I like the sound of that."

I quickly showered, put on some fresh clothes and joined her in the kitchen. She had a look of concentration on her face, so I just sat at the end of the counter and watched. Poetry in motion came to mind watching her, there were no wasted moves, she just flowed.

She kept glancing at me, catching me watching her every time. After a few times, she broke out in a huge smile and sat her knife down.

"Why do you always look at me like that?"

"How am I looking at you?"

"You just watch me with that content smile, it makes me wonder what's going through your head."

"Admiration mostly. You're so graceful when you cook. It's like watching a professional ballerina dance."

Her smile disappeared as a tear started falling down her cheek. She walked over, threw her arms around my neck and softly kissed me.

"I can't put into words how good you make me feel."

"How you feel sexually, physically, emotionally, or mentally?"

"Yes, all those. Thank you."

She kissed me again and went back to cooking dinner. I continued to watch and smile. She gave me a ten minute warning so I set the table and poured the wine. She brought over two plates and two bowls of soup. They looked and smelled amazing.

"What are you surprising me with tonight?"

"This is a roasted squash soup topped with roasted radishes. Then we have a pork roulade stuffed with mushrooms, served with a side of potatoes Lyonnaise."

She watched me with nervous anticipation as I sampled everything. As expected it was perfect.

"Now I understand why the French are culinary masters, as are you."

She smiled with pride as we enjoyed another wonderful meal together. I thought to myself that I'm falling hard and fast for her. Hopefully I won't get burned yet again.

After we were done eating, I took her outside, lit a fire in the pit and sat her down in the loveseat while I did dishes and cleaned the kitchen. She offered to help me, but I told her I was definitely getting the better end of the deal.

I grabbed a blanket and we snuggled on the patio loveseat, drinking wine and watching the fire. After a beautiful sunset, I was ready for bed. It had been a long emotional weekend, and I knew Payet had plans for me tonight as well.

"What time do you arrive at work?"

"Eight thirty."

"I usually leave the house at five thirty, I will try to be quiet so you can sleep in. There will be a hot pot of coffee on for you."

"Five thirty? Are you insane?"

"Just a little. My work day is six to five most days, longer during earnings season. The market opens at seven thirty and I need to be ready."

"Are you hinting that you're ready for bed?"

"Ready for bed, yes. Ready to sleep, not quite yet."

She answered me with a smile and a kiss.

"I'm ready too."

I shut the house as she got ready for bed. As I slid in next to her, I was pleasantly surprised to find her already naked.

She met me with an eager kiss.

"Let's work on those requests you made this morning."

I was finding out that Payet was an enthusiastic adventurous lover. We sixty-nined until we came together, then she turned around and rode me until I came again. Not content, she sucked me hard for round three before spinning around for doggy.

After that I was spent. She snuggled up into my arms, her head fit perfectly on my shoulder.

"Sagan, tomorrow, I know Heidi and Amy are going to ask me a million questions. One of my weaknesses is that I can't lie to save my life. What do you want me to tell them?"

I could tell she was nervous. Forty eight hours ago we were just acquaintances, it's still way too early to put a name on what we are.

"What do you want to tell them?"

"It's really none of their business, but they will know something happened by the look on my face. Besides the fact that I may be walking a little funny."

"How about you tell them we spent an amazing weekend together. If you're feeling as optimistic as I am, tell them hopefully it will be the first of many."

That must have been the right answer, she kissed my cheek and snuggled closer as we both quickly fell asleep. For the second night in a row, I slept with an angel in my arms.

I woke fifteen minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off, spooned up to Payet. I turned my alarm off before I slowly slid out of bed. I showered and got ready in the guest bathroom to ensure I didn't wake her. I wanted to kiss her goodbye, but left a note on the counter instead.

When I got to the office, I was immediately immersed in the job at hand. The Federal Reserve has been steadily raising interest rates for the last year, finally triggering the collapse of a large bank over the weekend. The markets were going to be volatile this week.

At eight I checked my phone and saw I had a text from Payet. It was a selfie of her holding a cup of coffee. The message simply said 'Good Morning.'

I quickly shot off an answer and refocused on my work. When the markets closed at two, it was the end of a wild day on Wall Street. I started going through my reports and emails. On my desk was an interoffice envelope.

Opening it I found a handwritten note from Amy.

Sagan

I had a great time with you Friday at happy hour.

I would love to get together, just you and me sometime.

Maybe do something a little more...... intimate.

LMK

Amy

I just shook my head, crumpled it up and threw it in the garbage can. Even if Payet and I don't work out, I would never be interested in her. Speaking of Payet, I wondered how her day has been.

***Payet***

For the second night in a row, I slept perfectly. I woke up before the alarm, to find Sagan gone. I had hoped he would wake me up when he left so I could kiss him goodbye. I again snuggled up to his pillow, inhaling the manly scent he always left behind.

Lured by the smell of coffee, I slipped on his shirt he left at the foot of the bed and headed to the kitchen. On the counter there was an empty cup holding down a note.

Payet

Thank you for the best weekend of my life.

I hope it will be the first of many.

❤️

Sagan

I poured myself a cup and sent a selfie to him saying good morning. I hope he couldn't tell how close to tears he made me.

I relaxed in a long hot shower, jealous of his never ending hot water. My body needed it, never in my life have I had this much sex in thirty six hours. Hopefully I won't be walking too funny at work today. I dressed, packed up, grabbed a to-go coffee and drove to work.

At first, I dreaded the thought of having a thirty minute drive to work early in the morning. But I found it gave me time to plan my day and week, all the while thinking of Sagan. I decided I wouldn't mind staying a little more often if he invited me.

When I walked onto my floor in the office, I was in a great mood, looking forward to my week. As I expected, Amy and Heidi came to my desk right away, ready to gossip.

"Hey Payet, how was your weekend?"

"It was great Amy, how about you, do anything exciting?"

"I went to the club Saturday night, but there weren't very many interesting men. Speaking of interesting men, did you go out with Sagan?"

That kind of annoyed me, Sagan had never been on her radar until they saw him with me.

"Yeah, we spent most of the weekend together."

Amy was speechless for a moment, her mouth hanging open. I'm sure she was thinking that he would be interested in her after their time at happy hour.

"What did you guys do?"

"Saturday, we cooked pizzas on his patio in a wood fired oven. When it started getting ready to rain, he showed me his home and conservatory. Saturday night I made him dinner at my place, Sunday morning I made him breakfast. Last night I made him dinner at his place, then we snuggled by the fire and drank a couple bottles of wine."

I could tell she didn't want to believe me, even though she knew I wasn't one to spread rumors or lies.

"Sounds like a fun weekend, I'm jealous."

She didn't sound very sincere as she smirked and walked away.

My day seemed to drag on forever. Sagan danced through my head all day long making it hard to concentrate on my work. I didn't want to seem needy, but I wondered how much I would be able to see him during the week.

He stopped by my office when he left work Monday and Tuesday, walking me to my car, leaving after a much too short kiss and embrace. Wednesday we made plans for him to stay at my place.

I left work an hour early and whipped up a simple quick dinner, wanting to be able to spend more time with him. My timing was perfect as he arrived just as I finished the final preparations.

I met him at the door and folded myself into his embrace.

"You don't know how much I needed this tonight."

"If it's as much as me, it's a lot."

We chatted during dinner, talking about our week. He shared more details about his job and the weight on his shoulders. I didn't want to seem needy, and I definitely didn't want to be like his past girlfriends and take him away from his passions. I know if I couldn't see him at all this weekend it would suck.

"This is your full moon weekend right?"

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it. The sky is supposed to be clear so it should be a great night for photos."

"You did say it was your favorite subject, are you camping all weekend?"

"No, I will head to the mountain around five Saturday night. The moon doesn't start rising until eight. It's only a thirty minute hike. I will shoot for a couple of hours and then head home. When I shoot on a new moon I usually hike farther up the mountain and camp all night."