This story is part of an ever growing list of encounters and sexual adventures of my main protagonist, Kevin, myself projected into these lines. Most of my stories will be fictitious; some will be drawn from truth. You decide where that line is drawn...
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Anna was my best Customer service rep, (CSR). She was also my favorite to visit. She had the exact outlook on life that was required by the city she serviced, Los Angeles, CA. I didn't fully enjoy shitting where I ate, but as I would spend upwards of 2 weeks in a hotel each month, having a friend, and a little more than a friend, in some cities made traveling all that much easier. My position requires I travel about 1-2 weeks every month. I am a systems trainer and when traveling, I may be training clients, I may be setting up their software, or I training a CSR with some new software updates. This time away from home, and my girlfriend, allows for quite a bit of free playing. I didn't fuck clients. That was my top rule, in my eyes, mixing business and pleasure was too much of a risk. They would expect things, start offering sexual favors for price breaks, or worse, if things went sour, they would send me up the river with blackmail of sexual harassment charges or Lord only knows what else; but I had made many friends along my travels and rarely spent weeks alone when away from home. Anna was one of three CSRs I would fool around with in the company, and she was by far my favorite.
Anna loved what I was doing and was determined to get a job that would allow her to do the same. I told her to study up; if I ever moved on I'd recommend her for my position. Then she'd be able to shag her way through the contiguous US. She was a minx, my favorite find throughout my travels, she was one of the first CSRs I helped to interview and hire when I started my position. She was brilliant, her resume was flawless, she had fantastic internship references, and possessed immaculate people skills. When I first met her, I thought she was just a sweet, genuine, exceptionally attractive, outgoing Southern California girl. It didn't take long to learn who was really behind the mask.
She was a freak. She had this tiny little body, relatively flat chest, barely a handful maybe on the small B side, with maybe quarter sized light pink areolas, nipples that stood out only about a quarter of an inch, which sort of went against my preference of large breasted women; but her ass was spectacular, and it perfectly accompanied my 8" rod whenever she got the chance. It stood out like a shelf below the perfect curve in her lower back. Long wavy dirty blonde hair and these green eyes that just made you freeze when you looked into them. Man, woman, child, everyone always complemented her gorgeous eyes, and they worked clients over like lovers. She frequently dressed for clients in tight dresses accentuating her assets when we'd work on sites, attempting to get me to do something dirty on the job any chance she got. She loved getting naughty in public, plane rides, backs of cabs; hell a dark corner of the bar was a good spot to her to get frisky.
Anna really held the look of a model. She once told me she contemplated skating as an Ice girl for the local pro hockey team, made it through tryouts, but was turned down due to her small stature. She stood at only about 5'6", but was every inch a model in my eyes. She lived at the beach, her tan lines essentially nonexistent; she'd arrive early in the morning on the weekends complete with a day's worth of supplies and the skimpiest bikinis I think they'd allow on a public beach. She'd spend entire days in the sun, her friends saying she was immune to the tiring effects long days on the beach. She apparently tuned up these tans with trips to a salon as well, because outside of her small pubic bush, which stood tightly trimmed in a small strip above her pussy, she bore little to no lines whatsoever on her perfect bodice.
I was never a big fan of shitting where I ate, but Anna, and a few other CSR's were too much to resist. The first time I visited LA to train Anna, she was flirting almost instantaneously. The game is actually very easy to play when traveling; all meals are expensed, so you eat out at restaurants for almost every meal. Booze flows quite freely, and with most of us being in the mid 20's to early 30's, sex is almost always a topic of conversation. The second night I spent with Anna I had her in her apartment. I learned quickly she was not as advertised in her interview. We broke her couch, a table, two lamps, and I essentially suffered a concussion, but the sex was epic and carefree. She was almost a perfect match for my sex drive, and was the absolute definition of fun. She had me contemplating leaving my girlfriend back home, but I had my reasons for staying. Fucking coworkers is always dangerous, especially when ones like Anna like to get naughty on client's sites, but we found little ways to play, never actually involving clients though. Once we found ourselves in a situation with a client one night while on a rush job to get them up to speed for the next day. The encounter almost made me quit cold turkey.
The customer contact was a woman, Heather, 43, cute cougar material. Long straight brown hair she'd tease in the ends into slight waves, fit my preference as a large breasted woman, and completed the mix with large child bearing hips she said had already carried four kids for a husband who "No longer feels the urge often enough." I personally had been working with her for two weeks onsite with Anna at the time of our 'issue', so we had the opportunity to get well acquainted. Anna had worked with her on and off for a few months prior to the service visit, so she knew some of the personal info on Heather already, so once we began to finish up the job and arrived upon our the last night there, some personal information and confessions began to spill from this woman. It was like she knew her 'release valve' was going away; the sympathy I felt for her, along with the excitement that came from a woman as gorgeous as herself talking about sexual desire, eased me into letting my guard down. Coming up to the early evening, we began to see the light at the end of the tunnel for our project spanning the prior two weeks.
"Ok, so how many hand held scanners do you think your team will need?" I asked Heather, trying to gauge how many of our inventory scanners her company would need synced with her central computer system.
"Well, we normally have 2-3 attendants in the main inventory room here, plus one in each lab wing for disposal, and 1 attendant in the service room on the 5th floor, so I'd say 18 at least." She estimated, informing me of the daunting task standing between me and a flight home.
"I thought you were running your entire disposal through the service room, not individually in labs." I answered, knowing what her request entailed.
"I thought about it, and I figured where our researchers are awful in reporting their tags when they dispose of a bottle, an individual scanner in each wing should increase the numbers for proper disposal." Heather countered. "Will that be an Issue?"
"No, it will just take a few hours to sync all of them up across the building and making sure the signals are strong enough, they should be though, I don't think that should be an issue. Anna, you have enough in your car though?" I asked Anna, knowing full well what her answer would be. We originally scoped the job for less than Heather was asking.
"No, actually, I think I have about a dozen in the trunk, we can run to my office real quick though. I have about 40 or so left in my stock room."
"We're going to have to." I acknowledged. "Sorry about this Heather, we really only anticipated the inventory and service rooms."
"That's fine, I'm actually starving. Let me take the two of you to dinner for our last night here on the way to get them!" Heather replied, rather exuberantly.
"You don't need to do that." I told her, "You're our client. Let us treat you!"
"No need, you guys have been so helpful, and besides, I feel kind of guilty after spending the last two weeks complaining about my husband. Not to mention the guff I gave Anna before you got here!"
"That really isn't a big deal at all," Anna added, "You really need someone to talk to about that, glad I could help!"
Heather had in fact spent the last month venting to Anna, and two weeks of the same while I was here. Her husband no longer was the sexual entity he was in the years prior. She was a middle aged woman, somewhere along the lines of her peak of sexual desire. She read dirty romance novels and kept naughty websites bookmarked on her phone, he had relegated himself to a lazy boy at home and spent his weekends tinkering with an old truck he invested far too much time in, and fishing with his friends. Although the one thing they still obviously shared was an enduring passion for their family, children especially.
