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You know the standard disclaimer stuff, so I won't go over that.  PLEASE don't
repost, etc. without giving me proper credit for my work.  Other stories are
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Frankie had never really learned to like her name.  She felt that Frances
Elizabeth had just been too much to bear as a child, and the nickname Frankie
was too masculine.  The only times she ever liked her name were the moments
when she was a little girl, and her father would rock her to sleep, singing,
"Frankie and Johnny." Even then the heroine had shot her lover!  She felt it
was an ill-fated name at best, and just plain weird the rest of the time.
Being a girl named Frankie was no easy burden to bear, but it was still
superior to being called Frances Elizabeth.  

Thoughts of better names always floated through her brain at times like this,
when she was writing her name on a nametag to plaster to her breast for yet
another dull seminar.  She felt more like a Rebecca, or maybe an Allison,
someone with both an interesting past and an adventurous nature.  

"Pardon me, are you finished with that pen?" a soft male voice asked from
behind her.  

"Oh, sorry,"  Frankie said as she turned and handed him the pen, "I was just
contemplating putting a different name on my tag instead of my real one." 

The stranger laughed.  "You know, I've always wanted to do that
myself........Frankie," he said as he examined her poorly scrawled tag.  "I
think I'd be better as Rocky or Ace or something." 

She giggled.  Adam was about her height, maybe a bit taller, but she was
slightly taller than average.  He had a nice swimmer's build, and beautiful
eyes.  He definitely did NOT look the Rocky or Ace types to her at all.  "No,
I think Adam suits you very nicely," she replied as she watched him print his
name neatly on a blue sticker tag.  "Rocky and Ace sound like boxers or flying
squirrels and pilots." 

"Or flying squirrels wearing boxers," he suggested with a laugh.  He liked the
way Frankie looked.  She wasn't the usual businesswoman type he met at these
boring seminars.  She was neat, but didn't have the meticulously over-polished
look that so many female office denizens seemed forced to adopt.  In fact, she
had a slightly disheveled look that made him contemplate the way she might
look in bed, freshly fucked.  She didn't have the tiny figure that some men
find so attractive.  She was lush, and all woman with large breasts and a
small waist.  Her well-rounded breasts were barely peeking out of her slightly
rumpled silk blouse.  Her lilac colored skirt was short, and she had long
legs.  She'd already dispensed with the matching jacket during the bagel-and-
fruit-phase of the conference.  Her loose long brown hair reached almost to
her waist, and she had big brown eyes.  He wanted to get closer to examine the
gold pendant dangling between her breasts, but wasn't sure she'd welcome the
attention. 

She would have welcomed the attention, but not the explanation that always had
to accompany it.  She wore her father's gold four-way medal on a chain around
her neck.  Not out of any religious conviction, but rather out of fondess for
the Daddy who used to sing her to sleep and who died while she was still a
teenager.  Her therapist felt this explained her attraction to older men.
Adam was probably 40 to 42, as compared to her 34, making him much closer to
her age than some of her lovers had been, but still distant enough to be
attractive to her mild Electra complex.  His dark, curly hair looked thick,
and she thought briefly about how it might feel when she ran her fingers
through it as he was licking her pussy......STOP THAT!  She thought to herself
and blushed. 

"Are you here with colleagues?,"  Adam asked her. 

"No," she sighed.  "My partner and I take turns going to these dreadful
things, and this happened to be my turn."

Adam chuckled knowingly.  "Then may I sit with you?," he asked.  "I'd prefer
to have an attractive woman to admire when I get bored with the speaker." 

"Well, then, of course you may.  But only as a service, and to alleviate your
boredom," she teased.  

They took seats near the center isle of the hotel conference room, about ten
rows back, agreeing that neither of them wanted to be so far back they had to
strain to hear, but not so close that they were within the range of
"volunteers," should the speaker choose one.  The two of them settled into
their narrow seats, smiling at one another, wondering if they were going to
develop something or just flirt casually and go on. 

Frankie truly abhorred meetings of all kinds.  She was an independent person
in general, but completely lacked the herd instinct she felt must be required
to attend seminars, conferences and meetings.  She had a cross-stitch sampler
hung in her office that said, "And God so loved the world that he didn't send
a committee."  The only thing worse than a meeting was an all-day meeting with
an incredibly dull speaker. 

An expectant hush fell over the room as the speaker's introduction commenced.
The introduction gave glowing accounts of the speaker's academic acheivements,
but failed to mention anything about what a riveting speaker he was.  Frankie
knew she and her newfound friend were in for the worst.  

The featured speaker was a mousy man in a brown, tweedy suit.  You could tell
he hadn't been on the speaking circuit long, if at all.  His voice shook as he
took his place at the front of the room, beside an overhead projector.  As he
droned on for what seemed like hours, Frankie found herself fascinated with
the fact that this man just never seemed to take his hands out of his trouser
pockets!  He talked away about his subject and even managed to work up a bit
of enthusiasm for it, but his hands remained in his pockets.  This is not to
say he wasn't using his hands.  He managed to gesture wildly, rattling the
change in his pockets and pushing his pants out when he was being forceful.

"He'll never get off the ground trying to fly THAT way," Adam whispered to her
as the speaker flapped his hands within his pockets, making him appear he was
attempting to use the combination of hands and pockets as small wings.
Frankie began to giggle uncontrollably, much like the forbidden kind of
giggles she used to get as a child during mass when her sister would mock the
priest.  Giggles like those brought a rare joy to Frankie, making her
instantly fond of Adam.  

"Stop it!" she whispered back to him through her giggles, "I've had too much
coffee and you're going to make me pee my pants!"

Bravely, Adam reached out and touched her knee, whispering back to her, "Shall
I tickle you and make it worse?"

Any other man would have gotten an immediate dose of the incredibly cold
shoulder Frankie was capable of administering, but Adam merely got a light
slap on his hand as the attendees behind them urged them to hush.  Somehow
Adam was different in his bravery, just hesitant enough to charm without
seeming goofy.

Adam pulled his briefcase from underneath his seat and removed a yellow legal-
size notepad and a pen.  On it, he wrote:

SORRY! DIDN'T MEAN TO GET YOU IN TROUBLE

and passed it to Frankie.  She read it and returned his note with the
following: 

That's OK.  I do a fine job of getting into trouble on my own, too!  I can't
believe the guys behind us aren't bored to death, too.

She passed the notepad and pen back to him, stifling a yawn as she did so.

Really?  What kind of trouble?  He wrote back to her. 

She took the pen and pad, read his query and responded:

Well, first off, I'm going to ditch this stupid seminar the first chance I
get.

TAKE ME WITH YOU!  PLEASE!  He returned in writing.

Frankie took the pen and pad from him and wrote back:

OK.  I like a man who isn't afraid to beg. 

She winked playfully at him when she handed the notepad back to him.  He
chuckled lightly to himself when he read her response.  

The speaker droned on, still fishing in his pants as he spoke, and Frankie
found herself oddly warmed when Adam's right hand reached down and found her
left one, holding it as if they were old sweethearts.  She caught herself
smiling and mentally admonished herself for being over-eager.  She had to give
him credit, though.  He wasn't mashing her hand posessively or trying to pull
it into his lap.  He was merely touching her fingertips and palm with his,
managing to keep his touch light but extremely intimate somehow.  

Adam and Frankie both heaved a sigh of relief when the speaker announced the
break for lunch.  "What kind of mischief shall we get into?," Adam asked
Frankie conspiratorialy as they rose from their seats. "Shall I take you out
to a nice lunch somewhere?" 

"That's hardly mischief!" Frankie scoffed.  "Why don't you try a little bit
harder to think of something while I find the ladies room and release some
coffee!"  

Adam waited outside the restrooms and tried to think of something he could
suggest for them to do.  The problem with making any of the suggestions he
really wanted to make was that she might slap him or merely turn him down.  He
didn't think he was mixing his signals, but you never know with some women.

Frankie pulled her skirt up and squatted down to whiz, grateful she'd left the
panties in her hotel room.  The stockings and garter belt were a regular part
of her wardrobe, as she despised the way pantyhose cut off the circulation of
air to her pussy.  She wondered what kind of risk Adam was going to take.  The
prospect was very interesting.  She could feel her nipples stiffening to
attention inside the good old Wonder-bra.  She didn't really need a Wonder-
bra.  She was a D cup to begin with, but the Wonder-bra put gravity into a
better perspective. 

"So, Adam, what wicked plots have you concocted," she asked him after exiting
the Ladies.

"Well," he began slowly, "I know a nice, quiet dark little bar where we could
play some pool and get to know another better.  They also have great onion
rings.  Then we can move on to bigger and better mischief." 

"Ah, going to skip the nice lunch and risk a cheap one?  Well, I'm a crappy
pool player," Frankie warned him, "but if that doesn't bother you, I'd love
some good onion rings." This sounded pretty tame, but hopefully he was hedging
his bets. 

"Well, maybe I can help you out with your.....uh....pool skills," Adam offered
with a grin.

Most dark little bars are deserted in the middle of the day, except for the
hard-core drinkers, and this place was no exception.  The two of them slid
into a booth across from one another and odered Italian subs, onion rings, and
drinks.  He ordered Guinness, but Frankie made a face and ordered herself
Glenlivet scotch neat, telling him she loved the smell of Guinness, but
couldn't stand the strong taste. 

"This from a woman who orders single malt scotch?,"  he laughed.  

"Well, I may appear somewhat inconsistent," she admitted.

Their sandwiches and onion rings were delivered by the bartender about midway
through their first drink.  He ordered a second stout as she sipped her
scotch, and they managed to make enough entertaining banter to convince
themselves that they weren't merely here to find someone to fuck.  They both
wanted someone who'd be fun to fuck!  Their conversation revealed that they
liked similar movies (Monty Python's Holy Grail, Young Frankenstein, The Quiet
Man) and books (Stranger in a Strange Land, Trinity), and shared an
intelligent sense of humor.  

"I think it's time to play some pool," Frankie suggested when they'd finished
their sandwiches and flirted themselves through another drink.  She knew was
getting a bit tipsy, but it felt good.  

Adam rose from his seat and pulled Frankie to her feet, leading her toward the
pool table in the dark back room.  The proprietor followed them toward the
back with their next round of drinks and then disappeared in the general
direction of the bar.  Adam dropped a couple of quarters into the coin slots
and balls began to roll free.  He racked them up and asked her if 8-ball was
alright.  

"As good as anything," she said.  "I'm really not very good at this!"  Frankie
was afraid he'd laugh at her inability to play pool, but a bit more scotch
convinced her it didn't really matter.  

Adam let her take the first shot.  It seemed gentlemanly, and that way he
could watch Frankie's ass as she leaned over in her tight little skirt.  In
fact, he could just barely see her garter belt connecting to the tops of her
stockings.  He adjusted himself so that his stiffening cock wasn't quite so
obvious.  As she stretched her left hand out, he noticed she was wearing a
wedding ring.  He briefly toyed with the idea of taking his own ring off, but
figured she'd seen it by now.  Yes, they were both married to other people,
but they were only playing a little bit of pool.  So far.  

She could tell he was watching her from behind, so she stretched out a bit
further, making sure he got a good look at her ass and thighs, knowing he
could see her stockings.  She made a mental note to try and face him the next
time so that he could better stare at her breasts, too.  Maybe this WAS more
mischief than she'd initially feared. 

Frankie took a crappy first shot, not managing to sink a damned thing, which
didn't really surprise her.  She grinned as she straightened and turned to
catch Adam wondering what color her panties might be.  As he took his jacket
off and started to walk past her toward the pool table, she told him, "I'm not
wearing any," in a low voice. 

Jesus!  He thought as he blushed charmingly.  Either she can read my mind, or
I'm way too obvious!  Actually, he WAS that obvious.  She could tell she was
turning him on, and she loved that kind of power.  

Adam took several good shots before he missed a ball, and Frankie took the
opportunity to check out his ass in return.  He was powerfully built with a
nice ass, strong legs, wide shoulders, and a hint of beer-belly, which didn't
put her off in the least.  She could imagine licking the hair beneath his
navel.....

"Your shot, Frankie," he whispered in her ear, interrupting her reverie and
making her go hot.  She gave an embarrassed little jump and walked over to the
pool table, stretching her body across the table and smiling at him while he
admired her cleavage.  

"I don't think I'm going to hit this damned thing at all," she giggled.  "I've
had too much scotch." 

Adam put down his beer and came over to her, "Here, baby.  Let me help you."
He pressed himself tightly behind her and bent over along her back, shadowing
her shape exactly with his.  His arm was reaching along her left arm, which
held the cue.  He could smell the soft scent of the perfume she'd applied
early in the day.  It was Chanel's Coco, but he'd never realize that.  All he
knew was that he loved the way she smelled.  His hips were directly behind
hers, his cock pressed into her ass.  She pushed back against him and wiggled
a little, then turned her head whereupon he kissed the side of her neck and
her ear.  She could feel his cock pulsing slightly as he reached forward and
caressed her breast through her blouse.  She moaned audibly as she felt her
pussy dripping and began grinding her hips back against him.  His hand slid
from her breast down her belly and toward her mons.  He was just starting to
pull her skirt up a bit when they heard the bartender. 

"HEY! HEY!  What the hell do you two think you're doing in a public place?"

Blushing furiously, Adam and Frankie stood up and straightened their clothes
up, trying not to giggle.

"Go find a room you two horndogs!  Or I'm gonna call the cops!" he continued
shouting.  Adam slapped some bills on the pool table to cover their lunch,
drinks, and a generous tip.   They exited the bar, leaving in their wake
several interested stares and the proprietor's indignation.  

They were both almost screaming with laughter as they stood blinking in the
bright sunlight.   "Well, I promised you mischief, didn't I?"  Adam asked,
making Frankie giggle anew.  

They leaned against one another, laughing until they collected themselves.
Suddenly, they found themselves looking intently at one another.
"Ummmm......so........uh.........ah, shit!" said Frankie inarticulately.
"Let's just dispense with the crap and go back to my room." 

"I think it's very sexy when a woman knows what she wants," Adam crowed
delightedly.  They started to walk the few blocks back toward the hotel where
the seminar was taking place.  As they stood at a street corner, waiting for
the walk light to change, Adam pulled Frankie toward him and began to kiss
her.  He knew it was foolish, that someone he knew might see him, but he just
had to have a taste of her mouth.  It was full and sweet, even she did taste
of scotch and onion rings.  Her lips softened against his and she welcomed the
touch of his tongue on hers.  His tongue slid past her top teeth as hers
gently stroked the soft underside of his.  

A woman standing next to them at the crosswalk muttered, "Some people!" with a
snort, making Frankie giggle into Adam's mouth, blowing air into his cheeks.
They both started to laugh uncontrollably again and looked up as the walk
light changed.  Frankie decided she liked his kind of mischief just fine. 

They held hands companionably as they crossed the street and went on into the
hotel.  "Ah, nuts!" said Adam as they entered the lobby.  The other conference
attendees were milling around like a bunch of sheep.  They must have been on a
break from their boredom.   Quickly, he darted down a corridor, pulling the
giggling Frankie along behind him.  

"What are you doing?"  she laughed.  "They can't FORCE us to go back to that
stupid little tweedy man and his pockets."  

Adam laughed at himself.  "I guess you're right, but we've already been busted
twice today by disapprovers.  I didn't want any more interruptions!"  He
pulled her closer and put his arm around her waist, pulling her hips against
him.  She very willingly accepted his embrace and sought his mouth with hers.
He leaned back against the wall, holding her tightly along the length of his
body.  His cock was getting hard again, and Frankie could feel it pressing
against her clit.  They kissed one another this way, tongues playing hide and
seek, until they hear the sqeek of a maid's cart coming down the hallway.
Adam groaned and released Frankie, telling her it was definitely time to find
her room.  

Frankie led Adam down the hallway toward a bank of elevators and pressed the
button.  They were alone in the elevator as they started their ascent to the
23rd floor and the haven of her hotel room.  They looked at one another and
moved closer, starting to kiss again.  As the elevator climbed, she lifted her
right foot and wrapped her leg around the hips that were pressing into hers.
His hand reached into her blouse and he began to finger her nipple, making her
squeal with pleasure.  It was in this condition that the couple found them
when the elevator reached it's destination.  Rather than being taken aback,
the wife  looked at them and then at her husband, saying, "How come you don't
want me that bad anymore?"  

"Marriage does that to you after a while," Frankie told her as they left the
elevator. "We're married, but not to each other."  

Adam roared with laughter when the elevator closed.  "I can't believe you said
that to them," he laughed as she fished in her purse for the room key-card
thingie.  

"I'm one of the world's foremost smartasses," Frankie told him with authority.
She found herself oddly nervous as they entered the sanctuary of her hotel
room.  She hadn't planned on letting anyone else into the room except for the
maid, so things were strewn about haphazardly.  She was a lazy housekeeper at
best.  Then it occurred to her that Adam didn't give a damn about what kind of
housekeeper she was.  He wasn't there to inspect!

She dropped her purse and briefcase and kicked her shoes off.  Adam abandoned
his briefcase near hers and quickly removed his jacket and shoes.  

"I've got a feeling this is going to be great," Frankie told him as she moved
closer to him. 

"I think you're right," he agreed. "Let's find out." 

They kissed again, tongues mingling as they each struggled with the other's
clothing.  Adam held Frankie tight, sliding her skirt up her ass.  "Oooooh,
God," he groaned into her mouth when he slid his hands up to her bare butt.
She had his shirt open and was stroking his nipples with both hands, grinding
her clit against his hard cock again.  He broke away from her mouth long
enough to begin nibbling her colar bone.  Her head was thrown back and she was
thinking they both still had far too many clothes on.  She pulled away from
him to finish stripping.  He watched appreciatively as she pulled her blouse
off and then her bra.  Her nipples were large and pink and very stiff.  She
unzipped the side of her skirt and slid it down over her hips, leaving just
her garter belt and stockings.  "Unnnnggg, no!" he said as she started to
unhook the garter belt from the stockings, "leave that.  I like it."  

"OK," she said easily.  "But I want you naked."  It didn't take any more
urging to get Adam to strip down.  He wasn't used to doing a striptease, but
made an effort to please her, enjoying her lustful gaze.  She grinned widely
when his cock sprang free from his dress pants.  It was a gorgeous thick
shaft, and she could feel the juices drippping from her cunt as she looked at
him.  She sighed and moved toward him.  

Adam took Frankie in his arms and kissed her again.  This time she could feel
his cock oozing hot precum against her belly, and she whimpered with her need
to feel it inside of her.  Adam held her breasts both in his hands, his thumbs
playing across her nipples.  Her nails raked lightly down his lower back and
ass, making him groan a little.  "Oh, God, Adam.  You've got to fuck me," she
whispered. 

"Anything for a lady," he told her.  "Bend over the bed.  I want you from
behind like I wanted you when we were playing pool." 

But Frankie shook her head.  "No," she said.  "Not yet.  I want to see your
face when you cum." 

Never one to quibble, he pushed her back onto the bed.  She spread her legs
wide, revealing her shaved and dripping cunt to him.   She reached down and
pulled it wider open with her fingers, so that he could see it really well.
"Come here, Adam," she instructed him, "and fuck me hard.  I've been wanting
you since this morning."  

Adam knelt between her legs and stroked her pussy with his cock, sliding the
sensitive head over the bump of her clit, making both of them moan.  He felt
her hot liquid seeping out of her cunt when he pushed the head of his cock
against her cunt.  Slowly, he slid it back up to her clit and then back down.
He loved the velvety feeling of her pussy against him this way.  

"Stop teasing me!"  she moaned.

"Oh?" he said.  "You want me to fuck you?" 

"God, yes, Adam, give it to me now!" she urged him.  

I slid his cock barely into her cunt, hearing the squishing sound of her pussy
trying to pull him in deeper.  He couldn't wait any longer, he knew he was
teasing them both, so he leaned into an embrace, his shaft sliding all the way
into her pulsating pussy.  "Ooooh, yes," she moaned.  She lifted her legs high
and wrapped them tightly around his waist as he began to stroke his cock
within her depths.  Her pussy pulled hard at shaft, contracting around him as
she bucked beneath him.  Adam growled as he thrust hard into her, and Frankie
squealed.  Her nails raked down his back and he pulled back enough to watch
her breasts heaving.  "Don't stop, Adam, for God's sake don't stop," she
begged him.  He fucked her harder, ramming his cock all the way into her
dripping cunt, making them both moan.  She could feel herself tensing, knew
she was going to explode. "Aaaaahhh, I'm gonna cum," she whimpered as he drove
himself back and forth inside of her, "yes, yes, yes, oooooooohhhhhhh yes,"
she breathed as her orgasm overtook her.  He watched her face contort with
that look of concentration, her head tossing from side to side as her pussy
spasmed deliciously around his cock.  He knew he wouldn't last much longer and
ground himself harder and faster into her waiting cunt.  His balls were
tensing up, he could feel himself losing control and he groaned loudly as the
sperm began to rocket out of his cock.  Frankie watched him closely.  She felt
you tell a lot about a man from the way he looked when he came.  Adam's face
was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but far more pleasure.  His eyes were
squeezed shut and he bowed his head almost prayerfully as he filled her.
"Mmmmm, that's it,"  she whispered, loving to watch this moment that is so
unlike any other.  As his orgasm subsided, he was almost embarrassed to open
his eyes and find her studying him so intensely.  She pulled him  down onto
her and kissed his neck tenderly.  Yes, she liked his kind of mischief very
much indeed!  She reached down and stroked his ass. 

He then rolled off of her so that they could lay together in an exhausted
stupor.  Her eyes were drifting shut and she was getting sleepy. 

"Adam?"

"Hmmmm?"

"Let me know when you're ready," she said, "and you can fuck me from behind
like you wanted.  Just let me have a little nap first." 

He chuckled, realizing she was different from any other woman he'd ever known.
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to want to fall asleep immediately
after great sex," he whispered against her moist neck. 

"Equal opportunity, hon," she said.  "Now we're entitled to that, too."  


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