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Part of an ongoing selection of stories about Sammi, Ron, Delane and
Jacob.

If you like the story and want to read more of the same, drop me a
note at <barn_owl@rocketmail.com>

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The phone rang and Sammi answered. "Hi, sis!" said Delane, Sammi's
sister.

"Hiya kid," said Sammi. Her sister Delane was twenty-six and five
years younger than Sammi.

"You remember? In two days I fly out to L.A. for the company's annual
convention," Delane said. "I'm giving a talk on 'just-in-time
manufacturing.'  My boss said I was an important asset to the company
and he knew I would do fine." They chatted awhile longer. Sammi
promised to see her off at the airport on Saturday in two days. 

Fresh out of college with a degree in marketing, she had danced the
whole resume and interview dance without success. Delane counted
herself lucky; she was contacted and hired by the company through a
resume she had deposited in an Internet resume bank. The company had
looked for a local candidate with her background.

Five years Delane had put into the company - a manufacturer of
fasteners. Fasteners were all types of screws, nuts, bolts and
washers. Through hard study and work, she had moved from junior sales
rep to senior account executive in record time. She called on some of
the largest manufacturers and distributors in the U.S. Those days as a
junior rep were gone. No more completing and routing paperwork or
making follow-up phone calls for the senior execs.

She was the youngest woman ever to make senior exec. She had a company
car, cell phone, pager, laptop and two junior reps just to keep up
with her sales. Then Delane met this hunky guy Jacob in the PR
department. He oversaw catalog and brochure copy and photos, and press
releases. He kept in contact with trade organizations and planned
trade shows.

His rugged good looks, compact runner's body, lean and muscular upper
body and legs, cute behind and thick black hair attracted her. Jacob
was drawn to her short raven hair and her face that was pretty as a
model. She was taller than he and she had voluptuous body, rounded
hips, a cute ass, large, firm breasts, and long legs. 

Within a week they had dinner. Within two weeks they had gone to bed.
Within a month they lived together. Within a year they were married.
They shared the same work ethic and high standards. Two years later
baby Brady came along and Delane took six months of parental leave.
Then they found a nanny.

Delane had taken Friday afternoon off to prepare for the trip. She was
excited, yet a bit apprehensive about the trip. She had never given a
talk to two hundred people. As she packed her bags in the bedroom, she
thought how she hated going anywhere without Jacob. He had to stay and
work the weekend preparing for some major PR event. She traveled a
lot, but she did not like the loneliness. 

Delane loved to snuggle up to Jacob in their big bed, her head on his
hairy chest. She loved feel his deep slow breathing, feel and smell
the warmth of him. When he kissed her and touched her that special
way, she felt as if they could make love forever.

Well, she had to go on this trip so she packed: lacy undergarments,
wool skirts and blazers, silk blouses, hosiery, custom leather shoes,
bath necessities and cosmetics. Laptop, important papers, and her
speech. Everything fit nicely into her Gucci bags. Then she remembered
to throw in her bathing suit. Maybe there would be time to unwind in
the hotel pool.

Her excitement over the trip turned into nervous sexual energy. Delane
wished she did not feel guilty. Her big sister Sammi liked to tell
Delane about masturbating while her husband watched - or while he
didn't. Sammi loved to shock and embarrass her sister by describing
the most intimate and explicit details of her sex life. 

Delane - mesmerized - listened, but wouldn't admit to masturbating
herself.  Nor would she get very specific about what she and Jacob
did. Sammi described all her high school and college adventures. A
shocked Delane listened on the phone and later did it to herself to
relieve the tension.

The nanny had taken Brady to the park so Delane could prepare for the
trip. Her sexual tension rising, thinking, "Oh hell, guilt be damned,"
she lay down on the bed. She opened and unzipped her jeans, pulled
them down, lifted her hips and quickly stripped them off. She pulled
down her panties. Hurriedly taking off her t-shirt and bra, she was
naked.

A bottle of lotion sat on the nightstand. She grabbed it and drizzled
lotion on her breasts, down her stomach and onto her pubic area. She
shivered at the cool contact. She massaged the lotion into her
shoulders and upper chest. She worked her way around and over the
surface of her breasts - avoiding her large areolas and sensitive
nipples. Her back arched and she bit her lip. "Uhhhh," she sighed.

Determined to prolong her pleasure, she rubbed the now warm lotion
below her rib cage, on her tummy, across her flanks and on her hips.
Then she worked the lotion into the outside and inside of her thighs.
She made herself crazy as she avoided the pleasure spot. Delane had
forgotten all about plane trips, hotels, conventions and speeches.

She rocked side to side as her fingernails gently scratched and
explored her areolas. When she rolled her erect  nipples between her
fingers, she began to gasp and moan at the almost unbearable pleasure.
With the flat of her palms, she massaged her breasts and nipples with
firm pressure. One hand worked its way down her tummy, slowly coming
to rest in her pubic hair. She stroked her inner thighs and spread her
legs wide. Her ass was off the bed now - begging her to pleasure
herself.

With one finger and the most gentle of pressure, Delane traced the
outlines of her inner and outer labia and dipped it in her honeypot.
Under the hood of her clitoris, she found the hard little nub. The
first contact rocked her. She squeezed and rubbed her breasts and
nipples with one hand.  She stroked the length of her pussy and played
with her clitoris with the other hand. Delane rubbed it up and down
and around. She vibrated her fingers against her clit. 

She slipped one finger inside herself and her hips bucked. She was
crazed with lust, but she wanted something bigger. She stretched
herself wider with two fingers, then three. She moaned loudly.

A hairbrush - its handle about eight inches long, thick, smooth and
rounded perfectly at the tip - lay on the nightstand. Delane picked it
up and lubed it with some more lotion. Rubbing the rounded tip against
her clitoris almost drove her to orgasm - but she wanted more. Delane
moved the handle tip all around her inner lips and put it in her
opening. Since it was bigger than a man, she had to be careful. She
worked it around and slowly in, feeling it stretch her wide open.
Delane pretended it was a man and said cried out, "Oh yes, baby." She
imagined a handsome, dark-haired stranger.

The hairbrush obliged.  She rotated it and pleasure shot through her
body. Delane begin to slide it slowly in and out, then faster. She
frantically rubbed her clitoris and plunged the whole eight inches in
and out, fucking her hips back against it. It was like being taken by
a thick, steely hard shaft. Jolts like electricity shot through her
body. Her lower belly warmed. She was moaning and gasping. Then her
whole body tensed and the inner walls of her vagina began rhythmic
contractions. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her. "O god O
god!" she screamed. Working the brush, working her fingers she brought
herself to orgasm after orgasm until the pleasure became unbearable.

Finally she lay still. Then as she slid the brush handle out of her,
it made wet sucking noises. She wiped the lotion and juices off with a
towel. She tidied up the bed and got herself settled down and dressed
again. Delane got all her bags in order for the trip.

It was late afternoon. The nanny had brought Brady back from the park.
Delane played with her baby and waited for Jacob's planned early
return from work. Then Delane made a simple meal of broiled fresh
salmon, wild rice, an endive and romaine salad, bread crusty and warm
from the oven with real butter, and an expensive Chardonay. Her timing
was perfect; dinner was done and on the table when Jacob arrived. They
greeted, embraced and kissed right at the front door. Jacob changed
into sweats in a flash and sat down to dinner.

Over dinner, they made chit chat about work and the upcoming trip. The
Chardonay was heady and tasty, the meal delicious. Yet Jacob sensed
her nervousness about her upcoming speech. She was usually keyed up
before a trip, but not this nervous.

"Delane, honey, you'll do fine with the presentation. You know that
subject backwards and forwards," he said.

"What if I am standing there and I forget or lose my place? What if I
am so nervous I can't catch my breath?" said Delane. "I wish you could
come with me."

"You know I have that project," Jacob said. "And, sweetie, you're one
of the best talkers I've ever known. You talked me right into bed and
then marriage." They both chuckled at the joke. Jacob poured her the
last half-glass of the Chardonay. They chatted awhile longer about the
trip. Jacob noticed that she looked particularly radiant. "And are you
the dessert?" he said. Her neck and face got red.

"Maybe. We will have to see," she said. They cleaned up after the meal
together and went upstairs to put baby Brady to bed. In their bedroom,
Delane changed into a light cotton night gown, glanced at the
hairbrush on the nightstand, and blushed again. Jacob stripped down to
the boxers he always slept in. They climbed into their king-sized bed
and cuddled together while watching CNN News. After the news, they
watched "Casablanca" on cable. They didn't talk much, just nestled in
each other's arms.

Jacob wanted her. With little embraces, caresses and kisses lovers use
to signal each other, he tried to arouse her. But she was a knot of
tense muscles and keyed up nerves in his arms. And Jacob couldn't know
that she had used up that kind of energy during the afternoon. They
set the alarm for earlier than usual and turned out the lights.

"Let me give you a massage," Jacob said. She turned her back to him.
His hands gently yet firmly started on her neck at the base of her
skull and worked their way down. After plenty of time loosening her
neck, Jacob began to firmly knead the tight muscles above her
collarbones. She exhaled deeply.  He used his thumbs and applied
pressure to points around and under her shoulder blades. Delane felt
her shoulders drop and the tension begin to melt away. "Jacob," she
sighed.

He placed rigid forefingers and middle fingers on either side of her
spine. Rapid, firm, overlapping strokes traveled from the top to the
bottom again and again. Tension drained from Delane's body. He worked
on the muscles just above her pelvis; then the small of her back. With
broad strokes, he unknotted the large, flat muscles of her back. 

She purred like a kitten. Feeling that she was relaxed and maybe in
the mood, Jacob began to massage her ass cheeks. She sighed and pushed
back against his exploring hands. Jacob got hard. Then heard her soft
snore. Damn, all dressed up and no place to go.

Jacob had to take matters into his own hands. Reaching carefully
across the sleeping Delane, he took the bottle of lotion from the
nightstand. Strange, it was very slippery on the outside. He slid over
on the bed until he was as far as possible from Delane. He pulled his
boxers down until they dangled from one foot.

Jacob squeezed a good amount of lotion into his palm and cupped it
with both hands. When it was warm, he spread the lotion on the inner
and outer surfaces of his cock. He massaged some onto the tip. He
rubbed some on his balls and between his legs. 

Jacob held his shaft with just enough pressure for it to feel as if he
were inside a pussy. He cupped his other slippery hand over the tip.
He began to slowly pumping his hips and fucking his hands. He took his
hand from the shaft and began to play with part of his cock below his
balls. Each thrust of his hips brought the sensitive glans against his
palm. The back of his hand gently bumped his balls. Warmth flowed
through his body and concentrated in his loins. He put the hand back
on the shaft and humped his hips hard, exhaling, "hooo." 

Delane begin to stir and stopped snoring. He didn't want to wake her,
but now he was aware of her again. Her could smell her fragrance and
dimly see her rounded ass. Jacob scooted over by her and had an idea.
He spooned against her. He lifted her cotton nightie and put the side
of his slick cock against her ass cheeks. He figured he could just
slide up and down with delightful friction and then roll over on his
back to come on this stomach. She would never know. He placed his cock
lengthwise between her cheeks. Each stroke was maddeningly arousing.
He kept quiet and kept it slow so as to not wake Delane.

Then she stirred. "Mmmm." She opened her legs and took his cock in her
hand. She guided it to her pussy and helped him slip it in. Jacob
continued the slow, dreamy strokes, but inside he was all fire and
desire. She bumped her ass back against him. Then Jacob's body
stiffened and his cock swelled. He pushed all the way in and held
himself there. Muscles began to contract and his come erupted out of
him in spurt after spurt. 

He was shuddering it felt so good. Delane hardly stirred. He snuggled
against her for awhile and kissed the back of her neck. She was so
quiet, he wondered if she would even remember in the morning. As she
fell back asleep, she smiled to herself. Sometimes it felt good just
to let her man have his way.

Delane and Jacob had a good night's sleep. The alarm went off very
early, so they could get to the airport on time. They were both
sleepyheads. Somehow, they got dressed, had breakfast and put Delane's
bags in the trunk. Brady was strapped in the backseat of their Volvo
and the family headed out to the airport. Delane made nervous chit
chat the whole way.

They parked and walked to the terminal. Delane checked her bags and
got her ticket and boarding pass in order. They went through the
security checkpoint. Sammi, Ron and their kids were waiting at the
gate. There were hugs kisses all around. When I cam time to board,
Jacob held Delane in his arms.

"I don't like going alone," said Delane. "I wish you were going. And I
am nervous about this talk."

"I love you. Don't worry about the talk, I'll miss you," said Jacob.

Delane turned and waved as she entered the tunnel to the plane. She
found her seat in the first-class cabin. During the long plane ride
from the Midwest to L.A., she reviewed her notes for her presentation.
She realized she really knew her material. Delane pictured herself
speaking with ease and eloquence to the audience  She felt more
confident.

Because Delane had caught such an early flight and had flown east to
west, she arrived with plenty of time to check into the hotel and get
dressed for the conference kickoff luncheon. As she signed in, she
noticed a dark, handsome stranger. He had on a badge for the
conference. He wore a crisp white cotton shirt, a silk tie, and an
elegant, expensive lightweight wool suit. He caught her looking and
smiled. Flustered, she smiled and looked away.

Delane sat with some key company officials during the luncheon. She
was to give the second keynote address after lunch. The food was
delicious at this expensive hotel, much better than at most luncheons.
Yet, in her excitement, she hardly tasted the food. She talked with
company management about upcoming projects, new products and new
markets. She listened to the welcome from the CEO. Yet she didn't hear
much of the first keynote because she was mentally reviewing her own
presentation.

Soon it was her time. She strode briskly and confidently to the
podium. Delane had learned that if you act confident at the beginning
of a speech, in a minute you will be. She got a chuckle with a little
joke and then spoke eloquently about just-in-time manufacturing - the
change and challenge facing the company. 

With her striking appearance, expressive gestures and melodious voice,
she had them all. Even the skeptics began to see how the new plan
would increase sales and productivity. No more huge inventories, long
production runs or unsold product. The company would become flexible
and turn around sales more quickly.

She was an experienced public speaker and she made eye contact with
all parts of the audience to keep their attention. And then, there he
was, off to the side, the dark, handsome stranger, nodding and smiling
at her. The audience, the whole world, shrank down to this one man.
She gave the rest of her speech to him and him alone.

When she concluded, "When you want it, when you need it, just-in-time
manufacturing," The audience rose and applauded. She looked around the
room from the podium and said her thank-yous. When she glanced back
toward the dark, handsome stranger, his chair was empty.

Delane enjoyed the remaining presentation and seminars that afternoon.
Afterwards, she changed into a very short white wool skirt, a silk
blouse and navy wool jacket. She had dinner with a few of her buddies
from Sales. They spend the evening in one of the hotel lounges.

Delane got on the elevator and right behind her was the stranger. They
were alone. She was flustered. He was very handsome in a crisp white
shirt, silk tie and nicely fitted suit. He was a little older than she
- dignified yet with magnetism. He was clean shaven and smelled of
expensive cologne - a light but masculine scent. Just looking at this
kind of guy made Delane weak in the knees

She was so embarrassed, but she put a hand on his arm and said,
 "Which division of the company do you work for?" The stranger turned
and faced her. He smiled. Delane was feeling so brazen she left her
hand on his arm. She could not belief it when, "Are you here alone?"
popped out of her mouth.

"Yes I am, and you?" He had a deep, resonant voice like a tv anchor. 

"Y...y...yess" she stammered in reply.

They looked deeply into each others  eyes. He was powerfully attracted
to her and wondered if he should act on that attraction. Did she sense
it? Delane slid so close to him they were touching and said, "What did
you think of my just-in-time manufacturing talk?"

He laughed and said, "When you want it, when you need it,
just-in-time-maufacturing." He took her shoulders in his hands and
kissed the top of her head. She was confused but so excited - would he
go further? Or would he just get off the elevator? God, she was a
married woman. With a powerful, yet nicely shaped hand he raised her
chin. "You are beautiful, you know." And he kissed her lightly on the
lips. Then he got to his floor and off the elevator. He gave her a big
smile as the doors closed.

Delane was worn out and keyed up at the same time. She got ready and
then crawled into bed. Yet at 1:00 a.m. she was still awake. She
thought she might wear herself out with a late night swim in the hotel
pool. She got up and put on her one piece bathing suit, robe and deck
shoes. She took the elevator down to the pool level. The pool was
empty and the lights low. Moonlight streamed in the windows. She swam
a couple laps and then rested against the edge of the pool.

Then she saw the dark, handsome walking toward the pool with a
purposeful stride. He had curly chest hair and his tight trunks
revealed a nice firm ass. Delane felt a little apprehensive. What
would she say? What would happen?

The stranger walked over without a word and sat down on the edge of
the pool just next to where she was hanging in the water. He slid over
a bit and his thigh pressed against her arm. Delane just about blasted
off out of the pool like a rocket. She swam away and behind her she 
heard a splash. She wanted to hear that splash. She wanted him to come
after her, but she was so confused by her feelings. Jacob, her child,
she thought.

With powerful strokes the stranger caught up with her and matched her
stroke for stroke. She smelled a hint of cologne even through the
water in the pool. The moonlight and the water rippling on his
powerful arms and shoulders made Delane forget about everything but
the moment. They reached the shallow end of the pool - hip deep for
him and over her waist. Delane was a little out of breath, but not
from swimming. His breaths were slow and deep - like a tiger in the
forest.

He reached out and brushed a wet strand of hair from her face. "You
are very beautiful," he said. She melted inside leaving her even more
breathless. "Yes?" she gasped. He came a little closer - his hands
gently on her neck now. Delane abandoned herself to the moment. He
pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply. She snuggled up against
him so their bodies were lightly pressed against each other. They both
were intoxicated by the moment. One of his strong hands held her neck
as their mouths hungrily kissed.

His other hand was on her back. She almost swooned, but the stranger
supported her weight. The tip of his tongue traced the outline of her
lips. He kissed her cheeks, her closed eyes, and her forehead. His
mouth traveled down her neck. The hand on her back slid lower. Delane
felt her nipples against his chest  through the thin bathing suit
material.

His hand rested gently on her ass. She was bolder now and reached
both hands around to feel his cute, tight butt. At the contact she
felt him stirring him against her belly. He still had one hand on her
ass and the other hand slipped the strap of her suit down. And he
kissed the hollow of her shoulder and the gentle rise of her breasts.

How daring right there in the pool, she thought. Somebody might walk
in. But all thought vanished as he lowered the front of her suit and
he kissed the top her breasts lightly. Delane felt him grow really
hard against her. They both moaned. He kissed all around her breasts
and then blew moistly on a nipple. She was on fire and pulled his head
to her. His mouth teased and pulled at and sucked her nipples. The
stranger took more of her breast into his mouth and sucked gently.

He slid the rest of the front of her bathing suit down. She was so
hungry for him she stepped boldly back and stripped off her suit. She
came back to him and yanked down his trunks. Their mouths locked
together. Their bodies pressed together. The stranger felt her rounded
softness. Delane felt his firm muscles and excited manhood standing in
the air. His mouth went back to her breasts. She kissed his shoulders
- so strong, so masculine. She was aroused as his hand slid down her
tummy and found her bush.

The stranger heard Delane's sharp intake of breath as his fingers
found her clit. He began to rub gently up and down and round and
round. His other hand massaged her ass cheeks. His mouth was on her
breasts. Boldly she reached out and found his swollen manhood. His
fingers working on her clit with perfect rhythm drove her crazy. She
gasped and moaned. His cock in her hands felt so velvety smooth and
firm. She could feel the big vein on the front as it pulsed - a living
thing in her hand.

They were strangers - but their lust was out of control. They did not
even know each other's names. One finger slipped lower while the
others stayed on her clit. That finger gently traced the length of her
slit and opened her. She was wet and warm and ready as his finger
slipped inside. A few fingers rubbed her clit while another explored
the inside of her pussy. God, here she is with a stranger, she
thought, going crazy. Delane shoved her hips against his hand. She
began to stroke his shaft with her hands.

He took her by the hips with his strong hands and lifted her and
positioned her over his cock. He kissed her deeply as she took it and
put it in the entrance of her pussy. They were weightless in the pool.
She slid herself slowly down onto to his hard cock feeling her vaginal
walls stretch and her pussy open. He wrapped her legs around his waist
and began long strokes in and out of her. She sighed and moaned and
gasped. Her hands clawed at this back.

As he pushed in and out, it pulled against her clit. Delane's erect
nipples rubbed against the stranger's hairy chest. She was frantic
with desire and she bounced up and down on his cock. She felt a storm
gather within her. He got bigger and harder within her. She bit his
chest and he moaned. A fire began to run through her body and she went
rigid. Her pussy hungrily grasped him and began to contract around
him. She heaved and groaned - the heat inside her almost unbearable.
She exploded into wave after wave of orgasm -  contracting, expanding.

Ahh! the moonlight, the pool, and the man. She felt him begin to spurt
inside her and this caused her to have another orgasm. His hot come
exploded into her in spurt after spurt. The stranger's gasps and moans
mingled with Delane's as they came together. He held her for a long
time afterwards. Her head on his shoulder, he gently caressed her
shuddering body and kissed her lightly on the lips.

The hour was very late. They separated, found their suits and put them
back on. They came back together for a deep kiss. Delane and the
stranger climbed out of the pool and got their robes. They walked
hand-in-hand to the elevator. When it stopped at his floor, he wrapped
himself around her. They kissed deeply. This time Delane got off the
elevator with him.


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