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This is a sequel to "The Girl in the Black Bikini" which I wrote inspired by the works of Chloe Tzang. I combined two different story ideas into this one. Hopefully it still makes sense. Thanks Chloe for your suggestions to improve this one.
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Two years had passed since that wonderful tryst with Chloe at her beach condo in San Diego. We had exchanged email addresses and a few notes but distance and differences were too great to overcome. It was a magical day and night, but was likely never meant to be anything beyond that. The sex we had in the shower was a scene replayed in my fantasies many times. The soap bubbles on Chloe's skin making her breasts feel so slick beneath my palms. Her legs so silky smooth. Her pussy lips grinding against my erect penis. The sex on the couch afterwards was also a memory that would get me hard in an instant.
Things with my wife never improved. We were becoming two strangers living in the same house. Our sex life had regressed from red hot, to ABC (Anniversaries, Birthdays, Christmas), to barely ever at all. We spent more and more time apart. I ended up devoting more time and energy at work. My bosses began to entrust me with bigger, more interesting and important projects. I was even given a decent budget and was allowed to hire my own temporary staff when required. I hired a couple student interns for six month terms to help pick up the slack during busy times. I wanted them to bring in fresh ideas, show us some of the new technologies and techniques being taught in schools today. And I also wanted to give back to the community in a way, since I began my own career as a student intern, picking up valuable work experience and contacts as I finished my undergraduate degree.
Melanie (or "Mel") was our latest intern. She was working with a different project team but came highly recommended by her previous bosses who implored me to hire her. I had only spoken to her via the phone during conference calls. Her aptitude and acumen were readily apparent. The first time I met her in person was a bit of a surprise, I wasn't expecting her to be so beautiful as well. Mel was medium height, medium build, with long dark hair. Her skin was a light brown. She was Chinese but spoke English with only a hint of a British accent. Her early schooling was in Hong Kong but her high school and university days were spent in Washington state.
She was a quick study and became the focal point of our work unit. All the young guys were instantly in love, or at least in lust with Melanie. Being the boss, I had to ensure that nobody noticed that her feminine charms were working on me too. Her bubbly personality, her genuine smile and laughter lit up any room she was in. She would sometimes visit my office with questions, looking over documents or plans on my desk. I would notice her blouse, top buttons strategically undone to show a hint of cleavage. On other days it would be a sweater that was borderline too tight, showing off her trim mid section. And the pants she wore, nicely fitting the shape of her hips and thighs, made many men sigh. I often wondered if the number of office place mishaps among the men had increased since we hired Mel.
Mel and I had a great idea, a bit of a side project that would benefit our main lines of business. We worked very hard, testing, and brain storming before finally getting a successful launch. We spent quite a few lunch hours and had extra meetings after work to sort things out while eating take out Chinese food. Working so hard, so close to her we got to know each other quite well. It was an odd mixture, to feel so protective of someone while at the same time being attracted to her. At the end of our project, I was so proud of our achievement I even submitted it as a presentation at the same conference in San Diego where I had met Chloe, seven years previous. To my surprise, we were accepted.
The company was thrilled to get exposure at such a high profile conference. They approved my participation instantly but it took a lot of convincing to get the company to pay for Mel to attend the conference with me - after all, she was not a permanent employee, just a temporary student intern.
"She's an integral part to this project. She deserves the chance to go! Think of the publicity the company will get for fostering youth employment! It's win-win for us and for her." I said.
"Alright Casey, but you have got to remember, not even a hint of impropriety. We depended on a lot of research grants and a few public-private partnerships to get your project off the ground. This could look bad. So everything's gotta be squeaky clean - you know what I mean? The executive could ask for your head and I'd be out the door too for approving this". My boss looked rather serious and I took him at his word. There had been firings before in our company for inappropriate behaviour.
Mel and I made our travel arrangements. She was giddy with excitement as the day approached. We worked on our presentation after hours, spending more time together. Her bubbly personality, lively smile and of course, that fit body, made her a very magnetic person around the office. I had successfully been able to avoid suspicion till now. This trip would be a huge test for me in that regard.
During the three hour flight to San Diego she was more flirtatious with me than normal.
"What are the beaches like Boss K? Will you take me? Did you bring your speedos?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Please, just call me Casey. I was thinking of taking surfing lessons after the conference. Would you like to join me? As for speedos, no, no one should be subject to seeing that much human flab in one viewing." I replied
She giggled and poked me in the ribs. "I remember you at the office picnic chasing the soccer ball around. You looked pretty fit to me! And yeah! If you find a good deal, sign me up too!"
"Are you sure you want to take surf lessons with an old man like me? They'll think I'm your dad!" I had recently passed into my mid-40s and was beginning to feel it every time a pretty young lady walked by. My gray hairs were outnumbering my black ones now.
"Don't be silly. You still look great!" said Melanie.
The confines of the office were a distant memory. We were able to converse more freely. Her hand resting on my forearm would have brought on a sense of panic in the office but here we were on an airplane, no coworkers in sight... surely this little bit of familiarity is OK, isn't it?
After landing that night we said our "good nights" at the hotel. I was checking in. She had to catch a trolley to go a few more blocks to an Airbnb property she had booked. Looking around my room it was very luxurious. They offered me the king sized bed instead of the two queens, I had a large bathroom with a separate tub and glass enclosed shower. I had a window with a small balcony that looked over the interior court yard where the swimming pool was. The palm trees, the ocean breeze, and the stars beginning to appear reminded me that yes, I love San Diego.
My reverie was interrupted when my phone began beeping. A series of texts were arriving from Mel. Her Airbnb arrangement was a total disaster. The place was already overbooked. She was asked to share a room with a bunk bed that already had two middle aged guys in it. The owner of the house wasn't even in town to argue with. He communicated with her strictly by short blasts of text messages. Odds of getting another hotel the night before a major convention in San Diego are very slim. I texted her back and we met up near her Airbnb place. She was fuming, a bit shaken, and almost in tears.
