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have this in the bag.”
     
    He was staring straight into her eyes as a light breeze started to wrap around them.
     
    “I'm glad it went well,” she said, staring straight back at him. “I guess this is where we part ways then.”
     
    “I guess,” he said slowly, his body inching a little closer. “Can I get you a cab?”
     
    “Please,” she said. “But not in front of the hotel, they might be watching out of a window. You never know.”
     
    “That's true.” Damian took hold of her waist again and they walked slowly along the wide sidewalk. He gently rubbed the small of her back and paid no attention to the passing taxis. Sonia edged a little closer but came to a stop. He nearly walked into her.
     
    “This ought to do it,” she said. “They can't see us from here. I think I see a taxi.”
     
    “Right,” he said, not looking at the road at all but watching the soft mounds of her breasts meeting at the top of her dress. Her large bosom heaved up and down as she breathed and Damian loosened his tie.
     
    “How far do you have to go?” he asked her.
     
    “Not very. I'm about five miles east of here. I share an apartment with my best friend, Bibi. But she's out of town.”
     
    “Really?”
     
    She wondered why she said that. It wasn't a come on, or at least she didn't think it was.
     
    “I tell you what,” Damian said. “I'll escort you back in the taxi and then go on to my hotel. How about that?”
     
    “Oh, you don't have to do that.”
     
    “No, I insist. I want to make sure you get safely home. After all, if I clinch this deal it will be because of your phenomenal acting. You were wonderful, Sonia.”
     
    Their eyes met again. This time Damian allowed himself to be distracted for long enough to see a taxi cab and whistle it to a halt. They climbed in and the taxi screeched away so that both fell against the back seat with a bump.
     
    “You okay?” Damian said, leaning towards her.
     
    “I'm fine.”
     
    Their lips were only seconds away from each other and before they could catch another breath they were kissing. It was a deep and passionate kiss as if they had been waiting to be alone together all night. And if they were perfectly honest, being alone together had been going through both their minds. Perhaps that's what made them such a convincing couple; this desire to be alone, to be close. To have skin touching skin. To kiss.
     
    Damian's hand was traveling up Sonia's thigh, beneath her dress. It rested there until she made a slight adjustment with her legs and he continued up until his fingertips were touching the lace at the front of her panties. He groaned. The taxi driver coughed and the couple stopped kissing and laughed.
     
    But he hadn't removed his fingers. Instead he was tracing a pattern on the lace, gentle, slow smooth circles that generated heat between Sonia's legs. She parted them and Damian's finger slipped under the lace. It was touching skin. He began to rub, realizing that Sonia had stripped away the hair on her pussy, and he liked what he was feeling.
     
    The taxi stopped abruptly outside Sonia's place.
     
    “This is it, right?” the taxi driver said.
     
    “Yes,” panted Sonia. “This is it.” She looked at Damian. “Thank you for dropping me home and good luck when you get back to DC.”
     
    “I don't go back until tomorrow afternoon,” he said. “So I don't need to rush back to my hotel.”
     
    “Well, um, do you want to come up?” she asked.
     
    “I think he does, miss,” the driver said, looking at them through his mirror but with his hand out waiting for the money. Damian folded a bunch of notes into his hand.
     
    “Keep the change,” he said as he followed Sonia out of the taxi.
     
    As the taxi sped off again, Damian held Sonia tight around her slim waist. She could feel his erection against her.
     
    “I think you better come up,” she said.
     
    “Thank you. I think I should too.”
     
    They giggled all the way up to the top