As always at an air terminal, there was the usual tenseness with the family as they waited for the time of departure. The trip was a two-hour flight to San Francisco, where he'd made reservations for them at the Fairmont Hotel.

"Well," smiled Andrea when their flight was finally called. "Take care of yourself, Herb."

"Don't worry, darling," he grinned. "And be sure to enjoy yourselves."

After kissing his wife and daughter goodbye and shaking hands with Lance, Herb watched his family disappear down the concourse to their plane. Waving a last farewell, he hurried out to the parking lot, anxious to get to Laura who was waiting for him at her apartment.

When Laura opened the door, Herb was pleased to see her wearing an extremely short dressing gown that deliciously exposed her soft, naked thighs. It was a silky green garment that accented her long red hair and creamy complexion.

"Hi." She beamed, pleased at the way he was staring at her soft curves as they rolled provocatively under the short clinging gown.

"Hello, Laura," smiled Herb, unable to take his eyes away from the deep cleavage between her big, half-exposed boobs.

Neither of them had ever mentioned sex to each other at the office, but they both instinctively knew what was going to happen today. It was Saturday morning and neither of them had to be back at the office until Monday, leaving the entire weekend free for their mutual enjoyment.

"Care for a drink?" she asked, taking his coat. "Let's try a Bloody Mary," answered Herb, removing his tie and loosening his collar. "I feel like a nice lazy day of relaxation."

When Laura returned with their drinks, she sat down next to Herb on the sofa. Sipping their Bloody Marys, they idly chatted about things and people at the office.

"Funny," she said after a long pause in the conversation. "I've wanted to be alone with you since the first day we met."