Interlude by Josie Daleiden Page B

food from horrible
ingredients.” He said.
    “You may just have other uses after all.” She
said with a wry wink.
    “Other than...?” He returned with a
smile.
    Karen smiled as she moved to where he was
standing. She had kicked off her tan heels, so her foot steps were
quiet as she padded over to him on the hardwood floor. Cal smiled
peacefully as her hands slowly wrapped around his waist, her face
nuzzled into his shoulder as she hugged him from behind.
    “This isn't too weird for you is it?” She
asked after long silence, her speech muffled as she inhaled his
scent.
    “No, lots of girls can't cook these days.” He
smiled quietly, knowing full well what she was talking about.
    “Very funny,” She said in a far off
voice.
    “There's so much I don't know. I don't know
where I'm supposed to fit into all of this. I can't even shoot a
gun, and you seem to be okay with selling tons of them to random
groups all over the globe.
    “Not just guns. We sell APCs, mortar rounds,
tanks, RPGs and we're even getting into next generation weaponry.
Things like Javelin missiles, UAVs and tactical recon gear.” Karen
rambled on excitedly until Cal cut her off.
    “Look, I don't know what all that alphabet
soup meant. All I know is that if you're into it, then I'm into it.
All that matters is that I get to be with you.” He said with
masculine resolve. She was touched by his open acceptance.
    Upstairs in her ensuite bath, he dumped out
his gym bag and found some boxer briefs that were still clean
enough to pass for sleeping in. He made a note to do some laundry
tomorrow before heading into Santa Barbara to find some clothes and
a new gym. He moved all the stuff to a corner chair in the
expansive bedroom.
    Cal had forgotten what a real shower felt
like! As he stood in the large shower, he felt naked only being
surrounded by clear glass panels in the huge shower. As the water
heated up, his thoughts turned to washing off the hospital smell,
focusing on that gross patch of sticky residue on his former IV
site. The steam of the shower, mixed with his own distracted
scrubbing, made him not notice that Karen had quietly stepped into
the stall with him. Cal bolted upright as he heard the “click” of
the latch on the door. Karen's naked silhouette became visible to
him in the dimmed lights as she moved over to embrace him silently.
As he wiped the lathery shampoo from his forehead, he reached down
to lather up a pouf for her. Turning her around, he began to
lightly rub her back in slow circles. Her soft moan his cue to move
lower, the foamy soap running over her ass in playful streams as
the shower washed it away. She grabbed his hand as she turned
around. Looking up at him in the steamy shower, she guided his
hands to her breasts. Cal gave her a pleased smile, his eyes half
open as he slowly ran the pouf over her beautiful chest her nipples
becoming erect little peaks at the touch. She reached over to grab
the pouf.
    “Close your eyes.” She said.
    Cal obliged. He heard the telltale noise as
she squirted more body wash out. He felt her hands moving over him.
She made her way over his entire body, not missing one inch! She
paused to explore his soaped up manhood in all its lathery glory,
and continued working her way up. He shuddered at the sensation
that came when his rod brushed up the front of her body as she
stood to wash his sculpted chest. With his eyes still closed, he
inhaled sharply when he felt her mouth close over his right nipple.
He rubbed his hands on the back of her head, her hair tangling
around his wet fingers as he moaned in quiet ecstasy. Karen made
little sucking noises as she switched nipples moving ever so slowly
over his chest as Cal grabbed her ass with his large hands. She
squealed in muffled surprise as he squeezed her cheeks hard. What
she was doing was driving him mad! His fatigue from earlier washed
away like the soapy lather as he his manhood began to ache. He was
in need of her. He wanted to fuck her as