Book 1 -- Loosening Up: Initial Journey
Chapter 1 -- A Crack In The Façade
Alice sedately drove her seven-year old silver Honda Civic into the parking lot of the company she worked for -- Knightsbridge Manufacturing. She looked around, but only a few cars were present. Along the back side of the lot four cars were already parked in the spaces under the trees where they would enjoy shade all day, and not heat up so the insides roasted at near oven temperatures until their owner got in and could barely sit or touch the steering wheel.
Alice pulled into the last shaded space between two other cars. One looked like her neighbor and best friend's car -- Dori Winter. She parked next to it, putting Dori's car on her passenger side. She thought, 'What we need now instead of the dog days of summer are some lower temperatures.'
Alice got out and firmly shut the door. She glanced into the SUV parked right next to her driver's side door.
"OH, MY GOD!" Alice gasped silently. One hand flew to her mouth in shock. A shot of adrenalin hit her entire body in one fell swoop. For a few seconds she was frozen in place, the 'fright, fight, flight' response uncertain because of what she saw.
Inside the SUV were two people -- fucking. The windows were open for ventilation and Alice realized the engine was running, probably to power the air conditioning.
She backed away from the car and the couple, stopping when she was against her own car, but she'd already been seen and seen who the two people were: Dori Winter and Brad Quinn.
Just before she started running for the office building where Dori and she worked, she heard Dori's voice, "Hi, Alice. Want to join us?"
Alice ran, her two-inch heels loudly clicking on the softening asphalt with every step and sounding like a machine gun since she was moving so fast. She dashed into the building with her mind in a jumble. She dropped her purse at her desk and ran into the ladies' room, as much to hide from anybody else as to get a grip on what had just happened -- what she'd just seen. She couldn't 'un-see' it.
She stared at herself in the large mirror over the three sinks in the room. Her skin was flushed, her eyes was as large as saucers, and she wondered if she'd even blinked since seeing the couple having intercourse. She was flushed and still breathing hard from her short run -- a trot really, since her shoes had limited her. Further she felt her heart pounding at about a thousand beats a minute; she'd had a huge shot of adrenalin.
She gasped and even whispered some of the words aloud, 'My God, Dori -- my best friend and neighbor was fucking one of the sales guys in his car. What will I ever say to her again? Will her husband find out? Is she breaking up with Ty? Why would she ever do something like this? I know she's flirty and all, but I never thought she'd be this crass and promiscuous.
Alice thought more about her friend and colleague Dori; 'God, she was fucking in public ... in the daytime ... before work. Should I say anything to her? To her husband? What should I tell my husband? Oh God, this is so unsettling. I'm so embarrassed.'
Alice and her husband Dave were the epitome of propriety. They'd admitted to their close friends that they'd been virgins when they got married seven years earlier, and been teased about it ever since the revelation. If there was a source of moderation to the weekly get-togethers they attended or hosted with some of their neighbors, it was Alice and Dave Prentiss.
Everyone teased them good naturedly, but they also valued their friendship so kept a lid on things most of the time. That said, when the tenor of their informal parties split along male-female lines, they both heard comments and stories of a risqué and sexual nature that would make their hair stand on end. Not surprisingly, they kept those remarks to themselves after the couples got back together. Such things were not polite conversation, even between a married couple.
Alice washed her face and reapplied her lipstick, a pale shade almost the natural color of her lips. She wasn't one to bother much with makeup. She hoped people would accept her as she was, not who she could jazz herself up to be. Beside that, she'd heard several of the older women in their Bible church chastise a woman her age for being 'too dolled up.' My God, what would those women have said if they'd seen Dori?
She went back to her desk, and started to get things organized for the coming week. Before arriving at work, she'd thought about how to tell Dori about the church cookout they'd gone to on the previous afternoon after the Sunday church service. She'd had an interesting discussion with the mayor of their small town about a grant to renovate the library and modernize it into the information age. Those thoughts were long gone.
In their place, all Alice could think about was Dori hunched over the backseat on what she guessed was Brad Quinn's SUV, with him thrusting into her body with what she saw as a wet and slimy cock -- wet and slimy with Dori's juices. The scene couldn't be unseen, or forgotten.
Alice got some of her papers out and tried to get ready to work, but then realized that she was just staring off into space replaying in her mind over and over again the scene she'd taken in for a few seconds only minutes earlier. She couldn't even define what she felt other than some degree of shock over the public nature of what she saw.
She again repeated to herself what she'd seen, drawing some prurient satisfaction at the scene. Dori had been naked, her pendulous breasts swinging around wildly as she knelt on the reclined back seat facing her. Brad had also been naked and bent over her body with his back near the car roof. His shiny cock had been pumping at a rapid rate into Dori's body. There were the slapping together sounds. There was no doubt what was happening; no alternative explanation and no misinterpretation. The couple had been making love ... or fucking. That was the term Dave used when there was more lust than love in the coupling. The two didn't even slow down or stop once she'd caught them. They'd made no attempt to even hide despite the unavoidable eye contact with each of them.
Alice came out of her reverie when the door to the office area opened and Dori came in with a bounce to her step and a smile on her face. She waved at Alice as she went to her desk about fifty feet away. She dropped off her purse, and went directly to the ladies' room. Alice speculated about the cleanup job Dori required.
Alice also debated with herself about going into the girls' room and confronting Dori. She couldn't come up with a cogent series of comments to make, and so she just sat and stared at the door to the bathroom. Other people were starting to arrive, so a natural tendency to look busy over came her flustered emotions. She turned to her computer screen and started to familiarize herself with the accounts she'd been examining on Friday when she'd left work for the weekend. Roy Goodman, her boss, arrived and greeted her in a friendly tone before disappearing into his nearby office.
Her mind chastised her for being so nosy about Dori's business. Maybe she wouldn't say anything. Just being caught in flagrante delicto might be sufficient to awaken Dori's morals. But then, suppose this was a long-term relationship. Dave and she were friends with Dori and Ty -- her husband, and she had strong feelings of affection and friendship for both of them. She wouldn't want anything to happen to their relationship or marriage. Alice dithered back and forth about whether to comment, and then if she did about what to say.
Dori came out of the girls' room, and came over to Alice. She grinned and said in a low and secretive tone, "Sorry you caught us in a compromising position. I hope we didn't throw off your morning." Her comments were light and airy, and not at all apologetic. There didn't seem to be any remorse there.
