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(C) Watcher, 1998


STOLEN MOMENTS
Part 2 of 2    
(Part 1 posted simultaneously)

     Over the next few days I found myself listening hard for every
hint of
gossip. There was plenty, but not much about Barbara. A few people had
been
out to the residence, but Barbara had greeted them fully clothed and
fully
business. Speculation there was beginning to die out. I listened, but
didn't
talk. I still had no clear idea of what happened between us. But the
more I
replayed it, the more I knew it should stay private between me and
Barbara
and maybe that little kid's face I'd seen in the pool.  
     Julius was a different matter. He'd been in and out of town
repeatedly,
and the inner circle noted an increase in billing from some of his
dummy
companies. Some of the more pathetically righteous wanted to expose the
whole thing, but cooler heads prevailed. A move against Julius and the
battery of attorneys he could afford was almost certain career suicide,
regardless of what could or couldn't be proven. 
     There was some talk about approaching Barbara directly, but a few
cold
facts quashed it. The Cor-Tec board had met only three weeks prior,
reviewed
his performance, and awarded him a massive bonus. Barbara chaired that
board, and clearly had unshakable faith in her husband.
     The following Tuesday I got a call to go to the residence. I had
no
idea what to expect, but I was tired of thinking about it. I'd do my
work
and that's all I'd expect to do. Whatever she had going or needed was
her
problem, and the further away I got from it, the better off I'd be. 
     Good decisions. Solid stuff. About time.
When she opened the door, I was relieved to see her dressed in a jacket
and
skirt. I met her eyes with a clear conscious. 
     "Good morning, Barbara." I said in my best ostrich mode,
"Shouldn't
take long today."
     She smiled at me, somewhere between business and gracious. "Good
morning."
She led me back to the study. "Would you like some coffee?" she asked.
     "Sure," I said. "Thanks."
     She left the room and I began pulling papers from my briefcase.
When I
had everything, I spent a few moments shuffling them on the desk,
waiting
for her to return with the coffee. Ten minutes went by. And ten more. I
gave
up on the coffee and started to work. 
     It must have been another twenty minutes before I heard a sound
behind
me and turned around. Barbara stood there with a cup and saucer in her
hand.
She'd done it again, watching me from behind until I noticed her.
     "Ah," I said, ignoring a small annoyance. "I'd about given up."
     "I had to brew it," she said. "It takes time."
     "Now you've done it, clod," I said to myself. "Insult the boss.
Good
idea."
     I put on my best apologetic smile, "Uh...I didn't mean it took too
long...I just..."
     She smiled again. Amused. No fair. Bosses aren't supposed to smile
while employees squirm. 
     "I know." she said. The smile stayed there while she put the
saucer on
my desk. "Enjoy. I'll come back later with a refill." 
     I watched her leave, and then watched the door she'd gone through.
Minutes went by. Thoughts came and went, but they spoke too softly to
make
sense of. Then a louder thought came. "Snap out of it, dummy. Do your
work."
So I did.
     Another hour went by. The work was done and the coffee was cold. I
sat
there knowing it was time to leave, and knowing if I tried to find her,
she
might not even be in the house. I spread out the papers on the desk and
spent more time than I needed to marking each signature blank with an
x. But
that was it. Nothing else to stall with. 
     I rose from the desk and closed my briefcase. There'd been no
sound
from the pool, but I looked through the window anyhow. The water was
smooth,
and the deck was dry. 
     "What the hell are you waiting for?" I asked myself. 
     A minute later my answer walked in the study door with a fresh cup
of
coffee. She was in the bikini again, with a towel over her arm, and
nothing
at all on top.
     She stood facing me, offered the cup with a small smile on her
face,
and said, "More?"
     I can't tell you romance filled the room. I walked over to her,
took
the cup and put it down. I felt like a robot, and she spoke like one.
"Would
you like to make love to me?"
     "Barbara, I....I don't...." Those were all the words I could
manage
before her neck and cheeks flushed with embarrassment and her eyes fell
to
the floor. "No, please don't be embarrassed. You're a beautiful
woman..."
     She looked up at me, first raising her head, and then her eyes.
Beautiful soft green eyes. "It's all right," she said.
     "No, it's not," I answered, and lost myself in those eyes, and
pressed
my mouth to hers. The kiss was chaste at first, but hunger overcame me
and I
slid my hands around her waist, pulling her to me. Now I caressed her
lips
with mine, and her mouth opened to me.
     I can remember every moment of what followed. The memory of her
wonderful naked body is a treasure I keep alive in my head, filled with
image, touch, sound and taste.
     She began willingly, but distant somehow.  I traced her lips with
my
tongue and then slid my mouth across her cheek to nuzzle and lick her
ear.
She responded, but without energy, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my
shirt
slowly, a vague look in her eyes. I found the hollow of her neck and
sucked
gently on the tender skin there. Her skin rose in a light scattering of
goose bumps and her nipples began to harden. 
     As soon as my shirt and tee shirt were gone, I pressed her to me,
feeling the wonderful pressure of her breasts against my chest. Again I
found her neck and ears, licking, tasting, drawing stray wisps of her
soft
hair through my mouth. 
     I parted from her slightly to give my hand access, and began to
lift
and fondle her breasts, thumbing her nipples until they grew hard, then
pulling on them, listening with erotic villainy as she drew in air
sharply
at each gentle pull.
     A part of me knew she wasn't responding fully yet, but a far
larger
part didn't care. I slid my head down her chest kissing the soft smooth
skin
until my mouth reach the tip of her left breast. I circled it with my
tongue
and then began sucking gently while my right arm pressed her in close
to me
again. 
     Now as I licked and sucked each nipple, I felt her hand slide
around my
neck, squeezing my shoulders. The effect was startling. I'd been so
busy
worshipping her breasts, I had no idea how much I wanted her to
respond. But
as I felt her hands begin to caress me, my passion doubled, the
hardness
between my legs insistent now, demanding we both be naked. 
     I stepped back from her, unbuckled my trousers and slid out of my
slacks and shorts. I kicked my shoes away and pressed myself to her
again,
my thumbs sliding under the waistband of her bikini. As I pulled her
bikini
bottom down, I bent to slide my head down her chest and began kissing
her
stomach lower and lower until the bikini had fallen to the floor and my
cheek nuzzled against her soft pubic hair. 
     I knelt on the carpeting, and held both of my hands up to her. She
put
her hands in mine, and I drew her down with me, covering her face with
kisses while my hands caressed the small of her back, and then slid
down to
squeeze the mounds of her ass.
     Kneeling there on the carpet we kissed and stroked each other for
a
long time. At first I took the initiative, exploring the feel and taste
of
her, but soon the distant vagueness she'd shown earlier ended, and her
hands
found my cock.  She began stroking it, gently at first, her hand open
and
sliding easily, then harder as she closed her fingers to feel the heat
and
pressure she'd aroused in me.
     I needed her then, but not before she was ready. I didn't know her
as a
lover, had no experience with the path her arousal might take, but I
knew
the taste of her, and wanted more. Guiding her with my hands I lowered
her
to the floor. Her legs were parted only slightly, but gave no
resistance as
I slid my hand between them and stroked her moistening pussy. 
     Now as my hands pressed her legs wider, the sweet pink lips of her
pussy  were fully exposed. I paused a moment, my eyes hungry for every
detail, the delicate folds of skin, the elongated triangle of soft dark
hair. 
     Leaning over her now I stroked and massaged her breasts with one
hand
while the fingers of the other found her clitoris and pressed in gentle
circles around it. 
     Her eyes were clenched shut and she sucked her lips inward, then
let
out a gasp as I pressed in directly on her stiffening bud. I lowered my
head
between her legs and traced the full length her lips with my tongue.
Her
breathing grew heavier and more rapid, and as I ran my tongue the
length of
her again, those sweet delicious lips opened, exposing the innermost
flesh. 
     I slid my fingers inside, stroking her, feeling the need in both
of us,
letting the pressure build until she took hold of my erection again and
pulled me toward her in silent demand. I knelt and turned to let her
bring
me between her legs, my fingers still pressing and circling her
clitoris.
She lifted her head and looked down at us, my cock in her hand, my
fingers
playing at her pussy lips, and I could feel her body shudder with new
arousal.
     "Come in me now," she said, "please now." I guided myself to her
as she
thrust her pelvis forward, but I held back, teasing the swollen lips of
her
vagina, stroking them with the head of my cock. Then slowly I pushed
into
her, resisting the impulse to thrust forward fully. Her hips rose to
meet me
and I trailed a hand down to slide it between her ass cheeks, trailing
a
finger over her anus. 
     She thrust harder at my touch. Sensing her pleasure there, I
lifted her
higher and slid my cock down to stroke between those cheeks. I squeezed
and
kneaded her ass while I held her, sliding my cock back and forth across
her
anus, then thrust upward to drive the full length deep into her warm,
wet
vagina. 
     She was near. I could feel it. I moved to hold her with one hand,
massaging her clit with the other, finding the nub with my fingers and
pressing back and forth against it, then circling, then pressing again.
     Her breath was ragged now, my fingers urgent against her, needing
the
release, needing her to explode with me. And then it came, crushing and
overwhelming us both. 
     With a great intake of breath, she cried out in a deep hard voice,
"Yesss!  God, yesss! Hard, please hard in me!"
     After that everything was a blind thrashing of our bodies against
each
other, demanding and finding release from a crushing need. I can't
remember
it ever lasting as long as it did with her....and when we finished, all
I
could do was collapse beside her, kissing her arms and stomach. 

************

     We lay there together for a few minutes, our breath slowing. I
found
her fingers and traced them with my own. I turned to kiss her, but she
rolled to her side away from me. 
     "Barbara?" I asked, propping myself up on one arm. "Are you okay?"

Silence. 
     Barbara?" I said again, and leaned over  to kiss her cheek. It was
wet
with tears. 
     "Barbara, what's wrong?" I asked.
     Despite the tears, he voice was firm. "It's just the orgasm. I do
that
sometimes. Stupid." 
     Another long moment of silence passed, and then she spoke, her
voice
still quiet and controlled.
     "Please don't tell anyone."
     "I won't." 
     "But....don't hide it either. If people find out, then....they
just
find out."
     "What?"
     She didn't answer, still lying there, her face composed and her
eyes
staring into the distance. But the tears kept flowing.
     "If I did something..."
     "You haven't done anything. It isn't you." She wiped at the tears
with
her forearm. "My Dad always said I was a spoiled brat. I guess I am."
     "I've seen spoiled. And you're not it."
     She turned to me then, and sat up, covering her breasts with her
arm.
     "I haven't been very fair with you. I'm sorry. Do you know why I
wore
that stupid swim suit? I didn't want you to take off my clothes. I
didn't
want you to undress me. It seemed like too much. I thought I
could.....just....do it. And that's all."
     And then I knew. But I asked her anyhow. "Why?"
     "Maybe if I loved Julius enough I could let it go, but I'm too god
damn
proud to be taken that way. So the spoiled brat in me said, "What can I
take
from him? How can he feel it? Everything he has is mine. Except this." 
     She stood now, wrapping a towel around her. "But you were so
sweet...I
enjoyed it way  too much." And she smiled for just a moment.
     I think I was flattered, but it was hard to tell. I had to ask,
"Why
me?"
"I'm sorry. Please don't be insulted, but those first days....you know,
with
the oil, you were so wonderfully inept. There were others...harder men.
I
could feel they wanted to take it from me. I couldn't have that. I
needed
someone I could give to ...steal for....hide it with."
     All right. So I wasn't flattered. 

************

     It was time for me to go. We could both sense it. She watched me
put my
clothes on in silence. Nothing else to say or do, except one thing. For
the
record, I'd counseled myself against saying it. She was calmer, her
tears
were down to a trickle and the door beckoned. Stupid.
     "Your husband's an asshole," I said. "Sorry." 
     Big mistake. I turned to go, but I'd opened it all up again and
she
couldn't leave it.
     "I know why he does it," she said from behind me. "He just needs
it for
himself. Just to say it belongs to him."
     I turned back. The tears were a flood now, her eyes red and
swollen. 
     "You tell me what's right!" The control was gone. She was shouting
at
me, or maybe herself, her breath catching, her mouth twisted, slurring
the
words, "I just...Christ, why can't I do it right?  I only ever wanted
him to
love me!!"
     That was all. Watching her stand there so absolutely alone while
that
jerk danced his ego, water streaming on her face....again.....Jesus,
that
little kid, totally lost. Don't you dare trust, honey, don't you dare
do it!
And the anger boiled up in me and spewed out, "Where the hell is he?"
     "No!" 
     "Never mind. I think I know." 
     And I was gone. I think I even slammed the door.

************

     Fifteen seething minutes to the office, another five to find him
in the
third floor conference room. I wanted my fist deep in his asshole face,
but
a shrimp tray with a bowl of hot sauce came to hand first. I picked it
up,
palmed it upward like a waiter, pushed three very important clients out
of
the way and smashed it square in his face.

************

     Needless to say, my employment was terminated. 
     But as I said, things are okay. I had some trouble at first, not
many
interviews, and no offers. I think the word was out that I had a
volatile
side people might not want to deal with. 
     But then I got a letter on Cor-Tec stationary:

          Dear Mr. Regan,

               I'm told you haven't been offered a new position 
          yet. I find that odd, given the wonderful work you did 
          at Cor-Tec.
               This letter is to advise you that as of this
          morning, I have verbally notified all Cor-Tec vendors
          that a valued former employee, specifically one such as
          yourself, qualifies as exactly the sort of individual
          our purchasing department would work well with.
               We here at Cor-Tec wish you the best in all of your 
          future endeavors.
 
          Sincerely,

          Barbara P. Birely, Chairperson
          Cor-Tek Enterprises,Inc.
          
          P.S. It's over.

************

     For those of you who don't know, Cor-Tec vendors supply the
company
with something over thirty million dollars worth of goods yearly. I'm
not in
sales, but I knew it didn't matter. I'd be on the warm end of some
hefty
commissions regardless of which vendor I worked for. So far, I've
rejected
seven offers. I suppose I'll take one eventually.
     And for those of you who haven't guessed, Barbara's P.S. had
nothing to
do with my visits to her home. 
     The last I heard, Mr. and Mrs. Birely were doing fine, thank you,
and
Cor-Tec itself was strong enough to issue an employee bonus all the way
down
to the mailroom staff. Word has it they found a windfall surplus of
funds
after a corrected company audit.


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