When In Rome

As I sat at my desk and looked at her, I swallowed hard. She was always a fashion plate, dressed impeccably, but tonight, she may as well have been sitting in front of me topless. Her yellow shirt was the sheerest piece of clothing I had ever seen, and her entire anatomy was on display for me. I looked away and began to go over what I had found with her. I spent the rest of the weekend trying to decide what to do. Keiko had given me the ticket with simple instructions when I couldn’t decide. “If you decide you want to come with me, then I’ll meet you at the gate for our flight. If not… well, I’ll know when you don’t show up.”
Just like my lack of a sex life, I had not gone on any vacations since law school either. I simply hadn’t had time, and truth be told, the idea of going to Europe for a week was exciting. Keiko had also been very clear; sex would be a part of this trip, and our brief encounter only stirred in me a greater desire for more.