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My apologies for accidentally reposting "Parting Gesture" last night, the 14th.
  I need to keep better notes on what has gone out and to where.   This is not
as good, but I want to use it eventually anyway.

                             DETOUR IN CHICAGO

     David Hauser had been sent out to the Regional Payment Center in Chicago
to see why their computer was losing money -- or really misplacing it, since
there was no indication that it was going outside the government.   The records
in Washington said what was really there, so it wasn't too serious, but it was
still annoying that things didn't add up right.  Annoying enough that the
Treasury Department was very willing to fly someone out to look into it.
     He left D.C. in the middle of the September day and got to the hotel in
Chicago at four in the afternoon local time -- too late to really start on the
problem that day, too early for any sort of nightlife. (Federal policy is to
get people in with lots of time to rest and adjust to time-shifts, but one hour
of difference Daniel could take in his stride any day.)
     Daniel was sitting in a chair in the hotel lobby half-reading a local
newspaper when he thought that the woman who was standing by the front door and
looking out looked sort of familiar.  He didn't really know anybody in Chicago,
so he had decided that she just looked like somebody he knew when she turned
and recognized him.
     It was Suzanne Freeman, whom he had worked with five or six years ago, in
his first government job, just outside the cafeteria in the GAO Building.  They
were a few desks apart then, tracking deposits through banks.  He went from
there to go into computer trouble-shooting, and she got transferred into
specialized auditing.
     She came and sat in a chair right by him.  She told him that she was in
town to check up on the Customs office at O'Hare Airport.  They put her in town
late last night and she had spent today, Wednesday, figuring out what she
wanted to look at.   She was supposed to be here two more days and go back over
the weekend.
     Daniel had been given a more flexible schedule, at least partly.  If he
couldn't solve the problem here by Friday afternoon, he was supposed to finish
it at his desk in Washington through printouts or by calling up files through a
modem.
     While he hadn't seen much of Suzanne for years, they had passed each other
in the halls and once in a while talked on the phone at work about problems
that went from her to him.  They knew a lot of the same people, and Daniel
remembered her as being very nice.   
     Both of them were very glad to have someone familiar around to talk to in
a strange city.  They talked for a couple of hours, then went out together to
find a place cheap enough to have the federal per-diem allowance pay for it.  A
Chinese noodle place fit perfectly.
     Over dinner, Daniel learned that Suzanne had never been in the city
before, so he offered his services as guide to the local sights.  (Ten days
experience in two trips through.)  This kept them going until 10:30 at night.
     When he walked her back to her room, Suzanne gave him a quick goodnight
kiss, which he really hadn't expected.  A few minutes later, as he was getting
ready for bed, he decided to follow up on it, though, and he called her room to
set up a meeting for breakfast together.
     The next morning, he returned the kiss.  They separated after breakfast
and worked on their respective problems all day.  There was a message from her
on the hotel switchboard when he got back, asking about meeting in the lobby at
six for dinner.       That night's conversation was largely about what they had
been working on that day, but once they returned to the hotel and she invited
him to sit in her room and talk, the talk became more personal.
     It only came back to him later that she asked him as the door closed how
he was getting along with Janice.   Janice was the last girlfriend she knew
about, and was two or three back, he explained to her; he was sort of dating
two women now, neither seriously.  She sort of smiled with raised eyebrows and
said that she was not involved with a man either.
     It was probably close to ten when she said to him that it seemed stupid to
talk across a couple of feet of distance, with her on the bed and him in a
chair.  They were adults, she was sure that she could trust him, so why didn't
he join her and sit on the bed.
     It was kind of a mutual decision that she lean on the arm that Daniel put
around her, with his back against the headboard.  This situation, sitting in
bed with a young woman who looked better every minute, started influencing his
mind.  And hers.  Pretty soon she stopped in the middle of a sentence and
turned up her face and he kissed it.
     That led to another kiss, and in a little while her breath got faster and
she was trying to avoid looking at the front of his pants.  Suzanne said to
him, or maybe to herself: "It's not as if we are strangers.  But on the other
hand, it's not as if we see each other a lot.  But that cuts both ways, doesn't
it?"
     "What do you mean?" he asked.
     "Well, if things don't work out, sort of."
     "You mean if we have a relationship and one of us wants to get out of it,
there won't be a problem from hard feelings at work." 
     "Also, I mean a girl has to think of her reputation.  I can trust you,
can't I?  You won't talk about me, if, if we keep going this way?"
     "If we do...  Only to you.  And no hard feelings if you don't want to.  It
would be nice, especially if it only begins here, but I can survive without
it."
     "I...  Yes, I want to.  And I know you do."  She touched him between the
legs.
     Daniel got off the bed and he took her hand to help her up also.  He
unbuttoned her frilly blouse while he kissed her, and exposed her black lace
bra.  When he put her blouse on the easy chair, she pulled his tie loose, then
took off his shirt and nuzzled his chest.
     "I like the way you smell," Suzanne whispered.
     Daniel opened her bra in the back and brought it forward to where she
could shrug it off.  The little peaks pointed at him.
     They stood there for a moment pressed together with her hands gently
squeezing him where it felt the best to be squeezed gently.  Then Daniel pulled
down the zipper on her skirt and as it dropped, Suzanne tugged his belt open
and reached in to tug on something else.
     He stepped back and zipped down his pants.  Daniel stripped his shorts off
and took Suzanne in his arms again.  His erection was against the bare skin of
her stomach now, and his testicles touching the nylon of her panties.  His head
bent to her mouth and his tongue entered it to meet hers.
     When he straightened up she was flushed with passion.  She stepped back to
lie on the bed and Daniel joined her there.
     They caressed each other on the legs and upper bodies for a few more
minutes before he drew down her panties and began to touch Suzanne more
intimately.  Not much was needed there.  She was ready for him.  She whispered
that she wanted him to continue.
     He raised her legs slightly and entered her soft liquid cave.  It took a
moment for her to spread apart enough, and far in enough, for him to fit, but
she had no hesitation.  She was very responsive to his every movement and they
built slowly until he was pounding in more quickly than he could count.  When
the first explosion hit her, he paused, then he began to enter and withdraw at
a slow pace.  Suzanne dug her nails into his back as she went through a string
of orgasms.  
     They didn't have to meet for breakfast; they just went down together.
Though they did go back to our rooms to change afterward.  Her audit was
finished halfway through the day and she spent the afternoon seeing the city.
His job was 90% finished on Friday, with some details to be done in D.C.  They
ate dinner and went to bed early (yes, both together).  What they did there was
less spectacular than the night before, but very satisfying.  They had moved
all her luggage into his room, and they went together to the airport for their
early morning flight.
     Curiously, she was reluctant to continue a physical relationship when they
were back at work, but it came, it came.


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