Anybody could walk in. I will drink after lunch. Put on your clothes)She agree to my suggestion and picked up her dress. I helped her with her 36D bra... and panty. She quickly put on her blue salwar kameez and adjusted her hair.She resumed her seat in front of me and I got up to open the door. She walked out a short while later.We had these kinds of sessions regularly for another few days, which extended to having quickies in my cabin and on the terrace of our office during lunch time. (I had the. Three, a dark suit and black shoes usually mean business will be conducted”.“Very impressive. Have I the honor of meeting Mrs. Sherlock Holmes?” I asked.Linda laughed. “Afraid not. I hope you are not disappointed. I’m Linda”.I smiled and nodded. “I’m Rod. I offered to buy you a drink if I guessed correctly. May I?”“Yes, you may. I’ll have a Kir on the rocks”.The bartender had not arrived yet, so I turned on the stool. “Celia!” Celia walked over from her hostess stand to stand next to me. “May I. ." I started.But I didn't get any further. She put her finger to my lips. "Shhh."Then she removed her finger and replaced it with her lips, giving me asoft kiss. "Let's eat, and then let's make love. And the next time youdecide to make an important step in your transition, let's talk aboutit. Okay?"I slowly nodded. I wanted to talk some more, but thought better of it.So I retied my robe and stood next to her at the counter as we nibbleddifferent things from the tray, giggling and sometimes. The lips play such a big part in my life. I drink in the toned body, the dark triangle... but too late... you are here and I giggle as you spray me with droplets of the sea. YOUR sea.What happens next happens very quickly. We make love but one at a time. You on me, then me on you. Sometimes I like this better cos we can both concentrate on our own feelings. We come easily and quite quickly. On our flat stone, I watch the sun move behind wisps of cirrus.I can taste the sea on my lips, sweetened.