For George, it was back to work as usual, after a weekend that would probably shape the rest of his life. A longtime customer, turned friend, Carla, came to him for personal relationship advice and it snowballed into a sexual awakening for Carla; and for George too for that matter.
Now they were sort of in flux. The friendship remains intact, if not stronger, but only time will tell if it will move beyond that.
Carla however, was a little on edge. Her husband, Frank, had just returned from a long and evidently prosperous, business trip. From their home, they ran an internet based travel service. They catered to large groups that wanted someone to handle all the details, from travel to accommodations. Frank had a way with people, so his role was to negotiate both ends of the deal. He contracted with resorts, hotels, cruise lines and such. He also met with the groups and corporations that paid for their services. A personal, hands-on touch is what made them successful. It also required Frank to do a lot of traveling.
Carla was the organized one. She implemented all those things that Frank had promised and made sure that everything ran smoothly. Together, they made a perfect team, at least on the business side. The business was a gold mine and they were making money hand over fist. But as any small business owner can tell you, it is hard to enjoy the success, when you have no one to take the reins when you are not around. Their business consumed their lives.
For Carla, that all changed this last weekend. Suspicious of her husband being unfaithful, she turned to George for advice. She got more than just advice, and it turned her world upside down. She found a new passion for life, and a desire to try to experience as much as was possible. On one hand, she hoped that she was wrong about Frank and that he could share her dreams. But on the other hand, after just two days with George, she had doubts that Frank could ever keep up with her desires. George may have spoiled her for eternity.
Part of Carla's plan to lure her hubby into her web was to publish photos of her self on a bikini website that she knew he frequented. After only two days on the site, Carla was amazed at the response to her pictures. There had been thousand of hits and hundreds of responses. The notes to her were everything from the polite comment on how good she looked, to nasty recitations on what they would do if they could get her out of that suit. All the comments helped to boost her confidence. As of yet, she hadn't gotten any feedback from Frank, and wasn't sure she ever would.
A week passed and she tried to maintain the status quo. She didn't change her appearance, still wearing her favorite little shorts and shirts. Almost always barefoot, her lustrous brunette hair tied back in a pony tail, it was business as usual. On about that seventh day, while standing at the filing cabinet, she glanced in to Frank's office to see him staring at his computer monitor. Looking up slightly, she could clearly see in a reflection in the window, one of the pictures of her that she had posted on the web. "Now we'll see what happens, "she said to herself.
Well nothing happened! Carla was more than a little perplexed. That night, Frank initiated their weekly sex. "Now we'll see if we've turned up the fire," she thought again. It started with what counted as foreplay. She knew better now, but she played along. After a couple minutes, Frank was prepared to do the deed, and instead of just rolling left, on top of her and assuming the missionary position, he rolled right and reached under his pillow.
Back on his back, he held in his hand a condom package. She looked at him as he tore it open and began to roll it on. He held up the package, smiling, and without a word, pointed at the words "For Her Pleasure." They had never used condoms in the past. Evidently, he thought that the little ridges on the outside of the condom were all that was needed to take her to the moon. Now rolling left and assuming the position between her legs, he unceremoniously began the mating ritual. She was grateful it was pre-lubricated. He stuffed himself in and she began to count. Making it all the way to twelve, Frank stiffened and groaned. "Better than the usual six," she thought. Taking a second to kiss her on the forehead, he carefully extracted himself and rolled back to the right. Removing the condom and executing a two pointer into the adjacent wastebasket, he was quickly asleep.
Getting out of bed to "clean-up", she went to turn off the bedside lamp. Next to it laid the condom package. "For Her Pleasure", my ass she thought. Closing the bathroom door, she pondered the introduction of condoms into the routine. Opening a drawer, she reached in for her favorite hairbrush. Leaning George's favorite ass into the counter, she fantasized that the lacquered wood handle was really her George, holding her hips, his mouth on hers to suppress her moans. In her mind, he drove deep, each time lifting her off the floor, his pubic bone kissing her clit. Many more than twelve strokes later, her faithful beech wood lover brought relief. Her thoughts of George lingered as she slept through the night.
The next day, Frank received a call from an old client. There was some kind of corporate buyout in the works and they needed to throw a meeting together, away from the company headquarters so that all the big-wigs could discuss how they could profit from all this. Frank needed to get to their favorite resort ahead of them and make all the arrangements.
Frank flew into Carla's office, barking orders. "I need a ticket to St. Croix ASAP! Get me headed east and I'll start arrangements for the resort, golf and all that from the road." Unfazed by his abruptness, she had him booked through to the Virgin Islands within a couple minutes. Packing up his laptop and calling a cab, she had him packed and out the door in 45 minutes.
Not five minutes later, she was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. She texted George, "I miss you. XXX."
George was in a meeting with a supplier when his Blackberry chimed. Reading her message, he smiled and replied," Miss you too, in a meeting for another hour, call me when you can."
Watching the clock, she called him right on the hour. "Frank had to leave town suddenly, so I called to see if we could get together, there is so much I want to talk to you about," she said.
With disappointment in his voice,' "I'm sorry sweetie, I'm having dinner tonight with some people I'm going to build a house for and then I fly out tomorrow to their house in Colorado for three days to check it out." Sensing her disappointment, "How's this sound? I get back Saturday afternoon; I'll take you out to dinner that night. You pick the place."
"Okay," she said in her pouty little girl voice. "It'll cost you, you know."
"I'm sure it will be worth it," he answered.
"Bet on it," she said. "And George," she paused, breathing deeply, "I really have missed you, hurry back."
"I will baby," making a kissing sound.
