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Sea Cruise
“So be my guest, you got nothing to lose, won’t you let me take you on a sea cruise”
It’s SEA CRUISE by Frankie Ford
Chapter 1
It was an exit interview, and just as ugly as those little events seemed designed to be. Having it first thing on a Monday morning made it all the uglier. The cold light of day did nothing to enhance it.
George repeated all the important words:
“Great job, Ted.”
“All our clients like you.”
“We are changing how we do business.”
“No more employees, we will use contractors when we need them.”
And most importantly:
“It’s just business.”
“No hard feelings!”
Of course, there were no hard feelings. George and the other senior partners would reap the windfall of billing clients at $250 an hour whilehaving the work done in Bangalore, where $250 probably bought 5 programmers for a week!!
Then we got down to the nitty and the gritty.
“Gee, Ted, you must close to retirement?”
“Actually, George, I’m younger than you are.”
“Really? Well, anyway, Ted, the severance package will reflect your hard work and loyalty.”
“We will pay your wage and benefit package for the balance of the year…
“Yes, and we will allow you to pay your own premiums on the company health plan after the first of the year.”
“COBRA requires that anyway, George.”
“I guess…. anyway, Ted we will be paying you a bonus for the last three projects which came in on-time and under budget. Your project management was a key element in bringing in those jobs in a profitable manner.”
And my reward is… I thought to myself, cynically.
“You have been with us a while, Ted?”
“I was hired by your predecessor.”
“Ted, we also will extend to you the same longevity severance which we paid all the other employees. $1,000 per month, for each month you have been with us.”
“Thank you, George!”
“Now Ted, if you would like to accompany the security guard to your desk and pick up any personal effects. You know, we have disabled your password and deleted your admin status.”
“That’s OK, George, I cleaned out all my personal stuff over the weekend. This was hardly a surprise.”
Now it was George’s turn to look a bit sick. What could a full-fledged sysadmin DO, with an entire weekend to plot?? As much as I liked seeing George squirm, it was time to get on with my life.
“George, I’ll wait out in the reception area with Felicia and your guard, while you cut that check for my severance payoff.”
“That won’t be necessary, will it, Ted?”
“Actually, George, it’s just business. I have bills to pay, and I can’t wait for you to play cash flow with what is, after all, MY money.”
“OK, Ted, hang around and we’ll get your money.”
The view in the reception area definitely improved my mood! The lovely and talented Felicia was manning (personning?) the phones. Felicia was a dark eyed beauty, tall and slim, with impossibly long legs. I was infatuated, and totally chicken shit to pursue her!
“Felicia, you going to make the cut?”
“I think so, Ted, they need somebody to answer the phone, and so far they haven’t figured out how to send that particular task offshore.
“Ted, I really thought you might make it.”
“It was never in doubt -- I make too much money and these dildos don’t even know how long I’ve worked for them! They don’t want employees, Felicia, they want independent contractors that they hire and layoff as the spirit moved them.
“Enough maudlin cynicism for a Monday morning. Felicia, I have had a crush on you since you started here, and to this point I have done nothing about it. We are within moments of this being my last chance.”
To say that Felicia looked shocked would rank as an understatement. That made two of us. Where that speech came from, I will never know, and the surprises kept coming.
“Felicia, I would like to buy you supper. Actually, George’s severance check would be buying you supper at the restaurant of you choice. What do you say Felicia, shall I pick you up at six or seven?”
Suddenly Felicia smiled, and the room brightened.
“Seven, and wear a tie!”
I walked down the street, pondering my actions of the morning. It was SO not me! My assertiveness with George, and my sudden date with Felicia, were quite out of character. Enjoyable but unexpected.
My steps took me toward my travel agent. I decided to go with my instincts; maybe a trip would be just what I needed to wash off the slimy feel of the exit interview. The severance check added impetus to my thoughts.
“Hi Gail, how’s my favorite travel professional?”
“Hi yourself Ted, what are you doing here in the middle of the morning?”
“I am going to be at loose ends for the foreseeable future. The Firm “offed” me this morning and escorted me out!”
“Ted, I am sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Gail, I want to get out of town, and I really don’t care where or for how long. What have you got in the “fire sale” file?”
“Funny you should ask, Ted. I have one – an all inclusive luxury cruise leaving New York and traveling around the southern tip of South America and arriving in Seattle 100 days later. Now here is the weird part: The special close-out is for a 4 bedroom, several thousand square foot suite on the top deck -- even with the sale it is $100,000 UNLESS you are a heterosexual man with a vasectomy, then it is available for $5,000!”
“Okay, Gail, I’ll bite. What’s the punch line?”
“No punch line, at least so far, Ted; this has been a thoroughly reputable cruise. The company is a division of a well-known cruise line, hoping to offer longer, more luxurious voyages. All very high end!”
“ I have been booking customers for this same boat. The brochure says stuff like adults only, and clothing optional, which I guess would seem to more than hint, but this is a pretty explicit request. Do you want me to check this out a little, Ted?”
“Gail, the old Ted, the cautious, reliable, and chickenshit, would check and take his time until the opportunity was long gone. The new Ted has a huge severance check burning a hole in his pocket, and doesn’t give a rat’s ass about checking!
“Gail, take my credit card and book the suite, before I lose my nerve and remember all the reasons why I am cautious, reliable, etc.”
“Um, Ted, not to be nosy, but how about the details for the booking?”
“Gail, I am hetero, and I had a vasectomy many years ago and I will be happy to forward any medical records they need to verify my status.”
I avoided discussing any further medical issues with Gail, and we talked about the timeline for the cruise and when I needed to be at the airport and at the dock. It was coming up QUICK! The flight was Friday morning, four days out. The ticket was a first class seat, naturally. Hedonist Cruises (how was that for a hint?) would be contacting me about details and hand off of medical records. I gave her my cell-phone number and E-Mail to speed up the responses.
I thanked Gail sincerely for the booking, and she told me she would be seeing me off at the airport.
I decided that all this activity on my part needed a moment’s reflection. Naturally, I went to a bar and had a drink, thus guaranteeing a clear analytical mindset. It seemed I was reacting to the lay-off in an uncharacteristic fashion. Instead of becoming morose, I had gone the other direction and was cheerfully almost giddily taking what for me were “great” risks. Maybe the layoff was a catharsis, or maybe I was just recognizing that George had quite unintentionally done me a favor by forcing me to take a vacation and even forcing me to make a move on Felicia, instead of wallowing in terminal unrequited lust!
I decided to quit over-analysis and just go with the flow. I paid for my drink, and enjoyed the slightly naughty feeling of vodka before noon. I headed for the bank and deposited my check.
Because of the nature of my late but surprisingly unlamented employment, an extended absence was not a problem. I lived in a condo with underground parking for my car. My important bills were automatically debited from my checking account. I already had the forms for my mail to be held for me at the post office.
I called my accountant and asked him to check into the tax implications of that severance package, and alerted him of my planned extended absence. Then I called my doctor and told his office to expect a request for medical records, and that I would sign any privacy documents. I emphasized timely turnaround!
Hedonist was very organized; there was a series of E-mails waiting when I reached home.
The first was overviews of the 100 Days To Make Your Dreams Come True Cruise with full color pictures of Sunrise, the newly refitted ocean liner that would be our home for these 100 days. Very deluxe, classy and luxurious was all I could say! The cruise would be all inclusive, no extra charges of any kind for any shipboard or related shore activity. Many shipboard activities were mentioned with dining, nightclubs and a casino emphasized. In addition there was a bit more discussion of the “type” of cruise we were embarking on. Words like: adult, sensual, clothing optional, lifestyle seemed to set the mood.
The second was from Dr. Helen Harvey, Sunrise’s ship’s doctor, requesting that I sign an attached form and deliver it to my doctor with Hedonist’s Fed Ex account number, so that the doctor could have the records in New York overnight.
Next I read a message from Donna Jackson, who informed me she was MY concierge.
Donna detailed my itinerary, with flight numbers, departure and arrival times, limo service and the name of the hotel in New York where I would be staying pre-boarding. She enclosed some clothing and packing suggestions. She also had a questionnaire: what kind of drink, snacks, movies and music did I want in my suite? Donna included a phone number for any questions.
I called immediately and was connected to very pleasant voiced young woman. I discovered that Ms. Jackson seriously had her shit together.
The food and drink questionnaire was for stocking the suites wet bar and kitchenette and for informing the ship’s chef. The music portion was for the suites CD surround sound and the movies were for the suites DVD home theatre. Sunrise had an extensive library of CDs and DVDs, but they wanted to be sure and have MY favorites before sailing. Sunrise also had a satellite system, so Donna inquired about any TV shows that I “could not miss.” All very heady stuff!
We traded cell phone numbers and other contact information and discussed final timetables.
I finally felt comfortable enough to ask an important question: “Donna, just exactly what is this ‘100 days to make your dreams come true’ cruise – my brochure says: clothing optional, sensual, and adults only?”
“Ted, the cruise is to allow people to expand their sexuality. The guests will find activities which are fun and which lend themselves to meeting other people who might and probably will play! By putting people in a closed environment far from home, their inhibitions will be lowered and their willingness toward experimentation will be higher.”
“Donna, I might be a bright guy, but I think I need this explained.”
“Ted, the cruise is about and for sex! Ted, can I be very blunt?”
“Please do.”
“Ted, the cruise is going to be 100 day fuck fest!”
“Donna, that is a big bite to chew. Has every guest had this conversation?”
“Ted, every guest received an explicit explanation. If you had not called, I would have contacted you and discussed this.”
“Their discussions, blunt as mine?”
“Enough to get the point across. I hope we didn’t scare you off, Ted.”
“No, I’ll be there. I just need to get my head around this.”
“Donna, see you on-board.”
After the revelations from Donna, the “old” Ted was making a serious attempt to regain control of the situation. The “new” Ted was trying to finish trip preparations and get ready for an unaccustomed date.
I visited my doctor, and discovered that the request for records included a request for sperm and blood samples. The “new” Ted almost asked the nurse to help with the sperm collection before the “old” Ted decided to let well enough alone. The Donna/cruise conversation made the sperm collection process quick! I almost overflowed the little cup. The nurse was not amused – luckily, she had already stuck me and drawn the blood.
As I left the doctors professional building, I passed the Fantasy Shop, purveyors of adult toys. I turned around and went in. This was the new yuppie version, clean, well lit and free of weirdoes. I looked at everything; all the toys, dildos, vibrators, oils and lubricants. Then I did something even wilder. I filled a shopping cart with purchases. I added a dozen porn DVDs at the checkout and then carried it all out to the car.
As long as I was shopping, I visited the mall. I reviewed the list of clothing selections. For a clothing-optional trip there was an extensive list of formal and semi-formal events to be dressed for. First, I bought 100 days worth of underwear! (Not really, but enough.) I also bought some additional dress shirts, ties and several pair of new shoes. My usual casual attire was Levis, chambray shirt and boots. I picked up a couple extra sets of those as well. Shorts, swimsuits, polo and summer weight dress shirts completed my preparations. I brought my tuxedo in to be freshened, and bought new accessories to go with it. With what I purchased, I should have enough suits and blazers to meet my needs. I had the “clothing” part under control; the “optional” stuff had me a bit worried.
I was on the verge of buying some extra suitcases when my brain kicked in and I went to Fed Ex instead. I boxed up all of the clothes and other, ahem, “items” that I had bought, and shipped them overnight to Sunrise, Concierge Donna Jackson’s attention. Then I sent Donna an e-mail with the tracking number, and asked her to watch for the package.
I completed the questionnaire and made the note on the bottom: if Donna would lay in plenty of Porterhouse steaks, BLUES music, and Bailey’s Irish Cream, we would get along just fine!
Time to quit wasting time, and start getting ready to meet the beauteous Felicia.
At five minutes to seven, I pushed the buzzer at Felicia’s apartment. She buzzed me in, and I took the elevator to her 14th floor apartment overlooking downtown. The view was breathtaking on several levels!!
Felicia was wearing a classic little black dress, which emphasized those mile-long legs. Her choice in high heels (strappy, stiletto) did nothing to lessen the effect. I was smitten. Actually, more smitten! I gave her a modest bouquet.
Felicia poured me a drink. I stood and sipped the drink, enjoying the view, while I waited for her to complete her preparations. She appeared at my elbow and we both watched the city lights. Without any conscious thought, I turned into her personal space, gently pulled her to me and kissed her. I realized that she was kissing me back! Then without letting go, I came up for air. I looked into her eyes and tried to gauge a reaction to what had just happened.
“Where did that come from, Ted?”
“I’m not sure. Do you want to stop?”
“No, you just keep surprising me.”
So with that approval I leaned in again. It’s just barely possible thatthe reality was better than I ever would have imagined! Of course, reality included having a really beautiful and shapely woman with her arms around my neck, our tongues playing tag.
We walked to the steakhouse, hand in hand. Felicia commiserated about my layoff that morning and asked my plans. I told her about the cruise. She was surprised, to say the least.
“Felicia, George is a pig. He is just back from India or wherever coders work cheap, and he is revamping the office to make even more obscene amounts of money. Shortly he will call me, and he will be prepared for my desperate pleas to end my unemployment. He will offer me a contract for less money, no benefits and higher responsibility for deliverables with the same three customers I previously worked. This trip is a way for me to be far away and totally unavailable. George cut me loose with little thought of consequences. Maybe I get lucky, and he gets just a tiny inconvenience!”
We talked about the Firm; I told her that she probably did not even see me until my last morning and Felicia surprised me. “I always knew who you were. You were one of the good guys.”
“The good guys?”
“Always polite and especially to subordinates, protective of your staff, and you always tipped, usually more than the average,”
“Always tipped?”
“George never tipped the kid who delivered the pizzas, you always tipped him and knew what his name was!”
“Considerate and always tipped?”
“Ted, I was in the lunchroom when one of the analysts told how he had made a grave mistake and the customers V.P. was in the middle of a monster ass chewing when you walked in, escorted the analyst out, and then sat down. You took a tirade that was entirely meant for someone else.”
“Okay, one time I was considerate, it was probably an accident.”
Felicia laughed; it was a lovely sound. We got to know each other for the rest of the meal. Afterwards I took her to my favorite after hours Blues bar. She was captivated, and I enjoyed introducing her to my passion.
The end of the evening came too soon, and as I walked her to her door, I did not know what to do – so I took her in my arms, looked her in the eye and told her the truth:
“I know this is too soon and I will understand if you say no, but you have been the bright spot in a really shitty day and I don’t want to go home to an empty apartment and a cold bed. I would like the intimacy of falling asleep in your arms and waking up next to you. Maybe when I get back there might be a chance for you and me.”
She did not say a word; she opened the door and led the way to her bedroom. She undressed down to her panties, and then beckoned me. She undressed me down to my boxers. She pulled down the covers, and motioned me into the bed facing her. She took my head in her two hands and kissed me. She carefully arranged her arms, wrapping them around me, put her head on the pillow and closed her eyes.
I stared at her. One of my hands was on her thigh, just below her panties and the other was curled by my chest.
She opened one eye. “This is a school night!” She grasped my hand in hers and held it to her breast. “Quit rubbing my butt, and go to sleep.”
“I must be getting old and decrepit, I actually sleep with the women I sleep with.”
I closed my eyes. The next thing I knew, it was morning. I was on my back, and Felicia was lying across me with her head tucked under my chin. The sunlight was streaming in her bedroom window (who has an east facing window in their bedroom?) and I was fully awake. Felicia lifted her head and looked at me. I absolutely “hate” people who sparkle first thing in the morning and Felicia sparkled like diamonds! I am not even AWAKE until my second cup of coffee.
“Did you know that you snore?”
“No, Felicia, I don’t snore and if I did, it would a diffident, almost imperceptible sound.”
“Diffident, not hardly, you sound like an 18 Wheeler trying to climb Eisenhower Pass in first gear!”
As I staggered out of bed and tried to navigate to the coffee pot, Felicia and I continued to banter.
“I am taking a shower, some of us have to go to work!”
“Need help washing your back?”
“Save that for tonight, big boy, we don’t have time right now.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes, after you spend your day getting ready for your trip, I am making supper and you will show me all of the brochures, so I can be envious and imagine what you are doing when you send me those e-mails.”
“Those e-mails?”
“Yes, those weekly e-mail updates which you WILL be sending me.”
“I heard that!”
We walked out together and Felicia kissed me thoroughly before we parted. Time to saddle up and get packing.
Tuesday preparations were a replay of Monday. I reviewed e-mails and packed. I decided that FedEx was unlikely to lose my luggage, a claim the airline had yet to prove. I sent the balance of my suits, blazers, and my tux as well as accessories. I contacted Donna with the name of my favorite shampoo, toothpaste, aftershave, soap and other bathroom stuff. (I could really get into this luxury.)
I bit the bullet, and shipped my laptop. It was sad, like watching an old friend go away -- big time separation anxiety. I vowed to do this more often! I had included cables and disks that I would need to hook up to the shipboard network, and a few extra printer drivers. Again, an e-mail to Donna requesting a screen, keyboard, and printer.
Next, an e-mail to Dr. Helen Harvey with information about my prescriptions and a request for her to stock refills on board. My HMO would not pay for 100 days worth of pills, all at once!
The day passed in a blur, I made three trips to FedEx and shipped everything priority overnight. The next Fed Ex stock dividend should have my picture on the check!
Then I took a call from Gail. She was excited! Hedonist had confirmed my order, and told her that they were so pleased with her quick action that her commission would be based on the retail price of my suite, not the “sale” price. This would be the largest commission she had ever received for a single transaction.
To celebrate, Gail, invited me and the other people she had booked on Sunrise to dinner Wednesday night. I jumped at the opportunity. It would be nice to at least have a nodding acquaintance with other passengers.
By this time, it was time to get together with Felicia. I had my brochures and my e-mails from Donna. I was nervous. I was unsure how Felicia would react.
While she waited for the chicken to warm up, Felicia reviewed the information. She made some astute suggestions about clothing needed for the formal and semi-formal events. Then she looked up at me and said, “I was at a resort like this.”
“Like ‘this’?”
“Clothing optional, adults only.”
“Ted, this will be a terrific trip, and if you have half the fun that I had we will have lots to talk about when you get back!”
“You’re not mad?”
“Of course not, silly, you need to explore and grow and then when you return, if each of us wants to continue, we can with no regrets.”
After dinner, we sat on her couch with all the lights off and just necked. At bedtime, she led me in, undressed me and put me under the covers. We cuddled and fell asleep.
I woke up to confront Felicia’s calm gaze looking me in the eye.
“This is the last night for us,” said she. “I am not going to have you here on Thursday so that I have to say good by Friday morning!”
Her comment cast a pall over my morning. She handed me a mug of coffee and led me to the couch. “Quit looking so glum, Ted. I want you to make me a promise.”
“Okay, what?”
“Promise me that you will take advantage of every opportunity, every situation, and every invitation, and that you will not stop until you have experienced everything possible!”
“Wow.”
“Not ‘wow;’ promise me.”
“Felicia, I promise.”
“And Ted… no regrets.”
“No regrets, Felicia.”
She then informed me that I needed to get me final packing done and get adjusted to my new luxury cruise status; she did not want me to call or E-mail her until sailing day! I thought that was a bit harsh. She kissed me until I was mollified. However, she did not shorten our enforced silence.
As we stood at her door, she told me if it were meant to be, I would be back. Then she kissed me and headed work. I felt the rightness of her words and went on with my day of preparation.
I returned home to review today’s batch of e-mails. Donna confirmed receiving my Fed Ex shipments. She informed me that Amanda Pierce, MY room steward, was unpacking and hanging my clothes in my suite.
Dr. Harvey confirmed receipt of my medical records, and of my test results. She told me we would be seeing each other at the hotel, during a final medical exam.
After that it was more planning and shopping. “Making a list and checking it twice,” or thrice or whatever. Last shipment today. The counter lady at Fed Ex is on a first name basis with me!
All I had left was one small 2-suiter, which I would carry on the plane and then use at the hotel until I moved on board.
Time to get ready for supper with Gail and her other Sunrise passengers.
At 7:30 I climbed into Gail’s stretch Limo. I was the last pickup. While Gail poured my champagne I met the other passengers: Eloise Stamper, Rachel Larson, Mindy Charles and her college roommate Cynthia Curtis.
While the limo carried us to the country club where we would be dining, we shared some information about each of us. Eloise was the most outgoing. Her career as a real estate broker probably explained that. (Maybe you’ve seen her ads.) I asked how she could be away for the time the cruise would take. She said her daughter and son-in-law were taking over her business, and the cruise was a way for her to allow them a smooth low interference transition. She let me know early that she had been to several “adult” resorts and that she was looking forward to getting to know me better! I decided that Eloise would probably turn me every way but loose, and I was looking forward to it too. I hoped this was what Felicia had in mind!
This naturally led to a question. I asked if everyone had received their “explanation” from Hedonist staff members? The general blush (except Eloise, of course) led Gail to question us. I was forced to tell everyone Donna’s very blunt assessment of the cruise.
Mindy and Cynthia admitted that they suspected (knew) what the cruise was about but concealed the information from their respective Daddies. The Daddies were only too happy to purchase the cruise in celebration of their college graduation with honors. Somehow Daddy’s display brochure never quite said “clothing optional!”
Rachel was a bit of an enigma; she never said what she did. Something about managing a trust finally clued me. Rachel was “old” money, and she was not comfortable explaining herself. She understood the gig; she said she needed to be less uptight and more involved. Eloise told her this might be considered immersion therapy. Everybody laughed at that.
Over dinner we discussed specifics of our schedules, and we discovered that we had different travel days. Apparently I was a full week ahead of the last flight. It made sense to have us arrive in waves instead of all at once, and again I was impressed with Hedonist’s organization.
Since I was first aboard, I gave the four of them my information and told them to contact my Concierge, Donna (this made quite an impression by itself) as soon as they arrived so that we could get together. Eloise said “first thing,” and the rest of the table snickered.
Gail was buying so we stayed out far too late and drank too much. I was clearly over-served!
We were dropped off in order, and I walked each woman to the door and kissed her goodbye. Then it was down to Gail, Eloise, and me. In the limo, Eloise straddled my legs, gave me an intense French kiss, and invited me in. We necked for a while, and then I untangled myself and escorted her to her door. We groped there for a while and she extracted a promise to continue this (and more) as soon as she arrived shipboard.
I returned to the limo and rejoined Gail. She slid over next to me and put her head on my shoulder, then turned my head and kissed me.
“If this was your date where would we go now?’ she asked
I told her about my favorite Blues bar. She called the driver, and told him to take us there.
My usual waitress seemed highly amused to see me with a different woman. The fact that we were kissing just about gave her the giggles!
“What’s her problem?”
“She’s not used to seeing me here with a beautiful woman, I’m usually here stag!”
“I hope she’s jealous.”
“Nosy, more likely.”
Gail was enjoying the music and the unique ambience; the place clearly was a hit. While this was going on, I was starting to sober just a bit and I was beginning to wonder where this was leading.
Gail did not leave me in doubt:
“When we leave here, I want you to come home with me. All this talk about adults and clothing optional has me horny out of my mind and I hope you can help!”
I am not sure when I stepped out of my old life and into this new twilight zone edition, but it sure is an interesting ride. Never had Gail even hinted an interest. I could only assume she must have a “thing” for her grandpa!
“Yes, Gail, I am here for you.”
With that she flung herself at me in the booth, and tried to stick her tongue clear down to my tonsils. I got the point!
“Check, please.”
We staggered to the limo, unwilling to release each other so that we could walk! Gail sat on my lap and resumed our kiss. Apparently things were not moving fast enough -- she moved one hand down to the top of her thigh, and the other to her breast. During the all‑too‑short lime ride we continued to kiss and caress any available skin.
We arrived at Gail’s home, a house on a bluff overlooking the river. (I really did not have an opportunity to sightsee until later.)
As the limo drove off, Gail opened the front door. I stepped through and she tackled me… or maybe I was so drunk I fell down. The net result was that both of us were lying on the living room carpet right in front of the picture window looking at a clear night with about a half moon visible.
I crawled over to Gail and resumed the kissing with increasing urgency. I said, “Are you sure about this?”
“Shut the hell up, keep kissing me and squeeze my tits.”
I can take a hint as well as the next guy; I kept kissing her and massaged her.
I reached down and began unbuttoning her blouse. I pulled it out of her skirt and then I opened it to completely uncover her. When I am KING, my first decree will be that women must buy all their undergarments at Victoria’s Secret. Until then I must depend on women like Gail.
I kissed her tits through the bra and then I unsnapped it and peeled it back. I began to seriously lick and fondle her. She had hidden her figure with her business/professional wardrobe, and her breasts were a pleasant surprise.
Gail stood up, shrugged out of her top and bra. She tugged down her skirt. She pulled down her panties – then, gloriously nude, she took me by the hand and led me to the couch.
“We don’t have time for bedroom or foreplay, just get inside me.”
I was naked in seconds, on the couch and inside her. She was hot, tight and very wet. She came quickly and I was right behind her.
I told her I was sorry that I did not last. She kissed away my apology and said that next time would be better for both of us.
Chapter 8
I woke up Thursday with the sun in my eyes and a hangover. Having my arms around a beautiful girl with my face up against her bare breasts did improve my mood!
Gail woke up about this time, and dragged me to the kitchen where she served me coffee until I was almost human. She asked me to join her in the shower. I was happy to take her up on her invitation.
In the shower, I carefully soaped Gail and then I rinsed her with the hand-held shower massager. I sank to my knees and began to kiss and lick her sex. Gail finally pulled me to my feet; she soaped, rinsed me, shut off the shower, and led me into her bedroom.
In the bedroom she took me in her arms, and we resumed our make-out session. She pushed me to the bed. I climbed on and lay on my back. Gail began kissing and licking me, slowly she moved the action down my chest and to my stomach; She paused for a long time and studied the scars on my stomach. Finally she began to lick and caress the full length of each individual scar, it was one of the most sensual experiences of my life!
She moved to my cock. I was already harder than Chinese arithmetic. She held and lightly stroked me while she continued kissing and licking every inch. She sucked the head into her mouth and began to stroke up and down. Then she stopped and took each ball and licked it. I was breathing like I was running a marathon.
I stopped her and pulled her up until I could reach her lips. We kissed and caressed. I slid down slightly, she guided me and we were joined. She was right. It WAS better.
We cuddled, and I tried to remember when the last time had been this good. (Then I just tried to remember the last time.)
Gail asked what I was doing today. It was my last chance to close up my condo and get my suitcase. She invited me back for supper and told me she would drive me to the airport. I demurred. “It’s a 6:00 AM flight, Gail, you don’t need to do this.”
“No I don’t NEED to, but I want to.”
“I will pick you up at your place tonight, we will have supper, and I will take you for your flight tomorrow morning. You might even get some sleep tonight, Ted, but I would not count on it.”
We ended up back in the shower, much less urgent and more playful as we soaped each other, and tried the setting on the shower massager.
Later, Gail dropped me at my condo. Her kiss in the car was full of promise for later.
Time to get my head back in the game, last day home for quite a while.
I cleaned out my refrigerator and pulled the plug. I put a couple of steaks in a bag for supper tonight. I visited the retired lady who is my next-door neighbor, and offered her any of the food that I was not keeping. Everything else was thrown out.
I stopped my newspaper, and arranged for my mail to be held at the closest substation. I changed the message on my answering machine and shut off the record function.
More separation anxiety to come; I sent a last message to Concierge Donna, and then I unplugged my modem. I shut off my computer and all the electronics in my office. Damn, that is quiet!
The cell phone charger and a spare battery went in the suitcase. A last look around, and I was ready.
I called Gail and told her I was as ready as I would ever be!
She was impressed that I had brought supper. I told her I would grill them, if she would make the salad. She told me she was happy anytime someone else offered to cook.
After supper, we relaxed on the couch and just seemed to naturally end up in each other’s arms.
We set the alarm; Gail undressed me and led me into the shower. We stayed in there until we started to run out of hot water.
We crawled into bed and I kissed my way down her body. I stopped at her breasts. I sucked, then gently bit, her nipples. Then I kissed down to her belly button. I licked it while she giggled at the sensation. I trailed my tongue down to her pussy. Long soft strokes seemed to get the best reaction. I focused on her clit next. After a soft, almost relaxed come, Gail pulled me up to lick my face clean.
Gail wanted me on top; she raised her legs, and then locked them behind me. We were in synch, and I matched her mood. We were kissing, driving our tongues together in rhythm to our strokes. I came only slightly behind her. I collapsed and she held me tightly. I finally rolled to the side and we kissed and cuddled and stroked each other until we fell asleep together still joined.
The alarm was a disorienting sound.
I looked around and tried to remember where I was. Gail leaned in and kissed me, HARD. I remembered…
We showered, dressed, and I put away a gallon of coffee. I was unsure what to say.
Gail handled it for both of us:
“Go, have a good time, and yes, I know exactly what that means. Send me e-mails to keep me updated, and we will get together when you return.”
Then she kissed me some more.
Gail dropped me at the airport terminal; at that time of the morning security was a breeze especially with my little carry-on.
Thoughtful Gail had given me a pass into the platinum passenger departure lounge, so my wait was pleasant. While I was there, I called Gail and thanked her for everything. I called Felicia, and told her I knew it was against the rules, but I had to say goodbye! Then I called a florist and ordered flowers for Felicia and Gail. After a chuckle to myself, I also ordered flowers for Eloise, Rachel, Mindy, and Cynthia.
They called first class seating, and I was relaxing in my plush seat drinking my orange juice and admiring the first class stewardess (who indeed was, in all aspects). I realized that I was the only first class passenger on this early flight. As I fantasized about joining the mile-high club, we began our takeoff roll.
Wheels in the well at 6:15 AM, and I was off to New York, to continue this new chapter, new adventure in the life of Theodore (Call me Ted) Johnson.
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