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Friday

After our night together, we talked over breakfast about how we seemed to be in touch with each other's need's. We found, to our mutual suprise, that we'd both been reluctant to participate in the meeting that brought us to- gether. Also we found that once near, we felt the presence of each other. That strange, indescribable feeling of familiarity, yet not. Deja vu?

The meeting on Friday went well, and we kept our heads firmly attached and cool throughout. I answered questions for the group, and was proud of the fact that I was able to calmly and professionally answer hers, without any awkward "signs" appearing. Knowing that we had the weekend together made it seem like years before the meeting finally parted. Always the Galahad, I walked her to her rental car, telling her how much I wanted to be in her arms again. We dared to tempt the fates, kissing long and deep, through the open window, while she sat in her car. She returned to her hotel room to pack and prepare to leave for an exciting weekend. I returned to my job, praying for a massive two hour power failue that would let me leave early.

We swing by my place, dropping off her rental car and luggage, and pack the motorcycle for a weekend to remember. We're off very shortly, giggling like two teenagers that have just put one over on the parents. The helmets have headsets and we chat over the taped music, making suggestive remarks to each other, laughing at double entendres, and thinking of new ideas for stories and adventures. Three hours of riding later, it is nearing dark, and we pull into a small Sierra town of Angel's Camp. Winding up several dark roads, we make our last turn into the carport of an A-frame cabin well away from the world...

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Posted by Me on 11-03-2007 11:56:30 | Permalink | Comments

Visiting VIP's and other dignitaries are common at our offices, and we usually aren't bothered by them. Now I was groaning as my boss told me that for the next two days I would be helping our Marketing department show a large group of people about our facilities.

"Hell, John. I'm a senior analyst," I complained, "not a marketing type."

"That's why I've volunteered you." my boss said. "You know what we can and can't do with the software. Your job is to get ideas of what our customers are looking for and see if we can design something for them. Consider it as an 'intellegence-gathering' mission."

I went back to my office, grumbling to myself and wondering if this was going to be a dull two days of lost work. Looking at the calendar, I consoled myself with the thought "at least it's on Thursday and Friday, a nice break just before the weekend".

Thursday morning as I pulled into the parking lot, I was thinking about the various features of our systems that would impress our visitors, and I leaned the big Honda over too far, grinding the floorboards against the asphalt. "C'mon stupid," I remarked to myself silently, "keep your mind on what you're doing." Little did I know that this would be a problem for the next two days...

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Posted by Me on 08-03-2007 20:21:45 | Permalink | Comments

"Where's dinner?" her husband called out to Janice when he got home from work.

"If you don't mind, I thought we'd go out to eat." she yelled from upstairs in their bedroom.

Normally, her husband preferred a home cooked meal, and Janice expected him to object to her suggestion, but he surprised her.

"Let me give the Carsons a call. We were suppose to meet them later for drinks anyway, so they might as well join us. How's The Landing sound?"

"I thought we might go over to Don's place. We haven't been there in a while." Janice replied quickly.

She was hoping to run into Simon again since he lived so close to the small tavern. This was the reason she was getting dressed up.

"Okay, I'll tell them to meet us there for supper, then we'll all go to the Landing for drinks when we're done." Tom yelled back.

Janice wasn't the only one with a motive for wanting to go out. After hearing from Jack about how the hot redhead drained his balls this morning, he wanted to see her again. In a perverse sense, this was Tom's way of getting even with Simon. Several nights over the past six years he heard Janice talk in her sleep and mention his name, but when he asked her about it in the morning, she denied having any feelings for him anymore. Tom didn't believe this, and suspected his wife was still in love with her former boyfriend. He didn't plan last night's jaunt on the patio with Simon's wife, but when it was over Tom looked at it as a macho victory over the man his wife still cared for.

Janice finally came downstairs and announced she was ready to go. The way she was dressed removed any doubts Tom had on how Janice felt about Simon. Instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers that she usually wore, Janice was decked out in a short pale-blue skirt, a tight fitting white sweater, and heels. Right then, Tom made up his mind he was going to fuck Simon's wife again, even if he had to go over to their house like Jack did...

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Posted by Me on 06-03-2007 22:33:42 | Permalink | Comments

Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon, wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting any worse.

Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and they moved away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin.

Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa, the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together. After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey. Melisa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him. Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."...

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Posted by Me on 05-03-2007 20:23:37 | Permalink | Comments