Not Only in My Dreams

Submitted to Allurestorm by Sweet Thanda

I have been called a ‘dreamer’ because of a few, no, make that numerous, dream wishes I have dropped on my co-workers at HCNS. For your enlightenment, HCNS is well known throughout the medical community but nowhere else except Wall Street. We provide tight, and I mean tight, security to hospitals over their medical and billing records. We have never been hacked although many have tried. I work as the Chief Systems Engineer and have been in the job for seven years. My name, although it doesn’t mean much, is Gregg Copper. Okay, I admit I get a lot of kidding about being the top copper patrolling the thieves of the net for HCSN. One of my well-known dreams among my co-workers is my boss, Miranda Wellstone. Miranda is a Stanford PhD in Computer Science, a Vice President and I’ll admit, she damn-well knows her stuff. Fortunately, we have a great working relationship but on the personal side–nada –and that’s the source of my dreams.

             Miranda is 36 and has a body to match her age–36C, 24-36. What sets my dreams in motion is her habitual wearing of the tightest, almost as tight as my security systems, dresses, skirts, and pants. She passes my office door about twenty times each day and I end up with twenty hard-ons as I watch her magnificent ass swinging past and down the hallway. If she stops at my office to talk, I can’t get up , so I swing my chair around and pull the chair up to the desk and have her sit. Okay, I confess, I position the chair so that she faces me when she sits. If she is in a dress or a skirt, when she crosses her legs I often get a flash of what I shouldn’t be seeing and that makes me even harder which affects my ability to respond to her in a sensible and calm manner. If she has ever noticed, she hasn’t said anything yet. I assume she thinks I’m a mumbler and inane goofball.

             Her Administrative Aide is Heather Gordon a long time good friend and confidant who is married to one of my employees. We were high school classmates and have no secrets from each other. Heather and I have private conversations that sometime include our sexual fantasies, our dreams and our wishes. Last Friday I was in the lunchroom when Heather came in with her brown bag and sat at my table. She dug in her pocket, took out a dollar bill and said, “Turn around and get me a diet Sprite, please.” I inserted the bill, punched the button, heard the clunk when the can fell and I dug it out of the slot and handed it to her.

            She popped the lid and said, “What’s on your mind this morning, Gregg?”  I looked at the clock and noticed that it was still morning–Eleven-fifty-five. I grinned and said, “Your boss, Heather. It’s not noon yet and I’ve already had eight hard ons so far. She is driving my dick bonkers with those tight pearl grey pants that displays the curvature and features of her ass and creates a camel toe when she stands still. I’ll dream about that for a week.”

                       Heather stopped chewing, looked directly at me and said, “And I’d bet that none of the dreams will be dry.” I shook my head and laughed as I responded with, “Damn, Heather, you know me too well don’t you? I’ll have to wash pajamas every day they’ll be so stiff from my dreams of her.”

             ‘Well, let me tell you that if I wasn’t so straight I could go for a round with her myself. So, tell me, what’s the one thing you would most want to do if the opportunity presented itself?”

             “No question, Heather, I would give my left nut to be able to crawl up behind her, kiss her ass and lick the crack. I fantasize about that one thing more than anything else. I wouldn’t turn down other options but to kiss her ass is my one desire. I guess that’s because that’s what she shows me when she passes my office.”

             “I agree it is nice and I can understand your desire. I think that’s what sold Kenny on me. I’ll let you in on some not so little secrets if you promise not to tell anyone.”

            “Cross my heart and hope to die if I spill secrets you tell me. So, what are they?”

             Heather leaned a little closer across the table and said, “She has the largest pink aureoles of anyone I’ve ever seen. They’re huge and cover almost half of her tits. And, she isn’t shaved. The thick bushy hair on her pussy is the blackest I’ve run across, even blacker than the short hair she wears.”

“And how do you know this, Heather?”

             ‘We go to the same gym and I’ve seen her in the shower. Believe me, I envy her body, it’s truly an amazement it’s so perfect. I see the other women stand in awe of her, including me.”

             “Well, now that you know my fantasy, work with her on giving me a go, friend. I won’t know how I’d repay you but you think of a way and whatever it is, you’ve got it.”

 “Now you’re daydreaming, Gregg. There’s no way I could influence her to have a round with you. Wish I could, but that’s a dream also.

             “Well, can’t blame me for dreaming can you. I have to get back for a meeting. See you later, and if you get a shot—!” She gave me thumbs up as I left the lunchroom.

             The following Monday at a little after nine, Miranda knocked on my door, I hadn’t seen her ass yet so I didn’t have a hard on. I stood and offered her my side chair and she swung around it and sat. She had on pants so no flashes disconcerted me. I said, “Nice to see you, boss. You’re looking well this morning.”

             “Well, Gregg, thanks for the compliment. I spent Saturday hiking the back hills near the river. A good hike up and then a run down the hill gets the old blood running and circulating in all the important places that makes one feel great.”

 “What’s on your mind this morning? No problems popped up I hope.”

             “Oh, no. Nothing like that here at work thank goodness. However, one popped up at home and Heather tells me you’re not only a great engineer but a fantastic handyman around the house. I bought three new lounge chairs for my pool but I have no idea of how to get them assembled to use. I was wondering if you could drop by and take a look at what is needed to make them functional.”

  “I’d be most pleased if I could help with the chairs. When did you have in mind?”

             “Not before Saturday if that’s okay. I’m tied up every evening with the new bids for the coming fiscal year. It’s a pain to have to struggle to keep our business away from competitors every year. I envy you your job because you don’t have to fight the bidding wars.

             “I bow to you for making us competitive because that guarantees me my easy job.” She smiled, gave a little laugh and said, “I’ll do all I can to protect your job, Gregg. Now for Saturday. Do you know where the Creek Forest development is located? That’s where I live.”

 “Off Meadow near the corner of Fairview?”

             “Exactly. Turn in, go to the second street, Fairview Court. Take a right and come down five houses on the right–number 8626. That’s me. Noonish or later is best with me.”

 “let’s say I’ll be there around one with my old kit bag full of tools to tackle your lounges.”

 “Don’t eat. I’ll have lunch ready so that you can eat before the work begins. Thanks in advance. I know you’ll do a good job.’

             When she left my office, I dialed Heather quickly and when she answered, I made kissing sounds. She said, “Who is this? Kenny?”

 “No, try Gregg. Miranda just left my office and invited me to lunch and to work on her chairs.”

 “Chairs? That’s a new name for it. I know it sits in chairs but whatever you want to call it is okay with me.” She laughed heartily at her own joke.

 “Seriously, Heather. She just left here and wants me to assemble her pool chairs. You did set this up didn’t you?”

             “Oh, I see what you’re saying. She told me about having troubles with her new chairs and I casually mentioned that you were a great handyman. So, she came and asked you to do it? I’m really surprised Gregg. It seemed to go over her head when I said it. For God’s sake, keep me posted on what happens will you?”

“You betcha. Start thinking what you want in return, okay?”

“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of the game. Maybe it’ll only be chairs, not ass kissing my boss.”

“Don’t deflate my dreams, Heather. If you do you’ll deflate my hard on that’s raging right now from just the thoughts of Saturday. What else did you tell her about me?”

             “Are you sure you want to know? Why don’t we wait until next week to discuss that question? Good luck.” She hung up without telling me if she had said anything about my dreams leaving me to act on my own instinct, a risky proposition for me.

             For the balance of the week each time I watched her pass my office and turn down the hallway, all I could see in my mind as I watched was her gorgeous naked cheeks chewing their way to either the mail room or the Ladies restroom. My dick seemed to get harder each time. I began to wonder how I could use my dick to help with assembling her chairs. Wrong kinds of screwing tool though.

             I woke on Saturday morning finding it hard to breathe I was so uptight in anticipation of the one o’clock date. I carefully showered, shaved, used the best bottle of aftershave and then the matching cologne. I sprayed it exactly where I thought it would do the most good—on the area between my navel and my dick and just above the crack in my ass. I selected casual dress.  Black chinos, mid-gray polo shirt, black socks with dark cordovan penny loafers. I know this isn’t chair assembly clothing, but my hopes are that they were appropriate in the use of disassembling women’s clothing. Time would tell.

             I rang the bell and waited. I was cautious about not ringing it again, not to appear overly eager. It took her some four minutes to respond. I smiled when the door opened and listened as she explained the delay by telling me that she was up to her neck in getting lunch out of the oven and to the stove top. I nodded, stepped inside and said, “Wow! It really smells great in here. The short wait was well worth the aroma from the oven. She responded with, “I’m glad you like the aroma, I only hope you like the lunch as well. It’s a potato chip tuna casserole. One of the few things I can actually do without fucking it up.”

Oh, my, I immediately thought. If she uses that language so casually out of the office maybe things are really looking up for me and my dream now that we don’t have to abide by the office formal atmosphere. It can only get better was my conclusion.

             We started through the room toward the kitchen. She was wearing tight white shorts with a tight baby-blue tee-shirt, tiny blue sneaks with no socks. I was drooling at the sight of her ass swaying from side to side as I followed.

             Miranda led me to the kitchen, told me to drop my kit by the door and to have a seat while she finished getting our lunch ready. As I sat, she said, “You look great Gregg. And the aftershave is fantastic.”

“Thanks Miranda. You look awesome yourself. I can’t get past the casserole aroma to comment you yours.”

She turned and came my way, saying, “Now that we’re not in the office, please call me Mindy, Gregg.” She bent over in front of me and stuck her ear close to my nose. I sniffed and said, “White Diamonds? Is that what I detect?”

“She stood up and said, “Holy shit! You have a great sense of perfume identification. It is White Diamonds.”

 “My sister always wore White Diamonds and I loved it. I wanted them to make a men’s version but that was asking too much I guess.”

             She laughed and answered, “It is way too feminine for males to wear. If they did a men’s version it wouldn’t be the same. Come on and follow me.” She picked up the tray, I held the door and we went to the table under the patio cover. As I sat I noticed the stack of boxes at the end of the patio . She saw me looking and said, “Yep, those are the chairs that need assembly. We can get started on them after we eat. Dig in.”

         In addition to the casserole there was cantaloupe, honeydew, iced tea and an assortment of olives. The casserole was a delight. She really knew how to do it without, as she said, fucking it up.

             About halfway through lunch, she looked across the table at me and said, “Gregg, I have some good news to deliver to you today. You’ll officially be notified Monday after the Board meets, but you are being promoted to Assistant Vice President and will take over my job.”

 That hit me hard because it was the most unexpected news I had ever received.”Tell me I’m dreaming Mindy! What will you be doing?”

             “Moving up to Senior Vice President of the Division. Ralph Moody has announced his retirement, so that caused the shuffle. You and I will be working far closer together in the future. I wanted to use today for us to get better acquainted. Congratulations by the way. You’ve earned it.”

 “And the same to you, Mindy. Thanks for recommending me.”

“You’ll have to hire an Aide because Heather goes with me. She knows too much for me to leave her behind with you.” She laughed and waved her fork at me.

 “Heather and I go way back you know. We went through school together. She is one great lady.”

“That’s why she goes with me. Are you finished? If so, I’ll clean the table and we can try the chairs.”

 “Yep, it was great. Let me help?”

“No, you get the kit and get the chairs out while I do this. Okay?”

             I went to the door, got my kit and went to open the first box. By the time I had pulled it out, Mindy had returned and handed me a pair of cloth gloves to use. I quickly found little that needed assembly. It was mostly just connecting the parts and tightening the bolts. On the third chair, Mindy bent over to pull it toward us and I nervously, but bravely leaned forward and kissed the left cheek of her tight shorts. I didn’t know what to expect but was both astounded and pleased when she said, “Nice, but let’s do the chair first. We have plenty of time for that later.”

             Once the chairs were in place, she went in and came out with two iced cold beers while I disposed of the boxes in the alley receptacle. We stood by the pool sipping the beer and staring at the chairs when she touched my arm and said, “Heather and I have a great working relationship as well as the normal girlfriend relationship. We talk. The subject can range from clothes to the bedroom. Sometimes the bedroom talk gets a little raunchy. One of the things Heather and I have in common is that we like to fuck. To be truthful with you, I haven’t had much fucking since I was promoted to Vice President. “

 “I can’t believe that at all. Why do you think that is, Mindy?”

             “It seems that the men are all intimidated by me. Last week, Heather told me of your dreams and of your hard on problem when I walked past your office with my tight clothing. I found that to be wildly arousing and so fucking sexual. I kept waiting on you to make a move but realized you were like the other men. Intimidated by your boss. I can understand that feeling. So, to be blunt, I took the initiative and asked you to do this simple assembly after Heather told me that you are as horny for me as I am for you.”

“Probably more so, Mindy. Women don’t suffer the same pain as men do with hard ons that don’t get satisfied.”

 “You mean like the blue balls we left you with back in high school?” She giggled and took another long sip of the beer.

 “Yep, you were all prick teasers to we poor hard up boys. But from what I hear, I was born too soon. It seems that high school girls today are free with blow jobs for their boyfriends. They don’t consider it sex since they don’t take the dick inside them.”

 “The Bill Clinton attitude. Yeah, it’s true from all I hear too. I’m going to the bathroom. Give me about ten minutes and then come inside. Turn left and then right to the end of the hallway.”

She spun on the sneaks and left me to finish my beer anticipating what was to come of my dreams in ten minutes.

             I dropped the empty bottle in the recycle receptacle, followed her directions and when I arrived at the door, she was standing with her back to me, still in the shorts and tee shirt but minus the sneaks. Her bedroom was enormous. I kicked off my shoes, peeled the socks off and dropped them on the shoes. It took me seven giant strides to reach the back of her. I fell to my knees, inched up to where my face was at the middle of her ass and I reached around her and kissed the center of her shorts. I left my lips on her ass as I unsnapped the shorts, unzipped the zipper and slowly began to peel the skin tight shorts downward, never moving my lips. As the upper crack in her ass appeared my heart was pounding like a kettle drum at the symphony. I saw the band of her white panties around her waist, the string as it entered the crack of her ass and realized I was feeling terribly jealous of her panties at that moment.

             When more of her ass began to show I moved my lips up and put them in the center of the crack. She jerked slightly when she felt my wet lips on her ass and that was a good thing. My dick was twinging and the restraint of it was taking away all my resolve. I slid the panties down past the crease in her ass where it meets the thigh and reached for the waistband of the panties. The panties were easier to peel down and when I had them to where the shorts rested, I quickly slid both to the floor, lifted each foot and slung the panties and shorts backwards over my shoulder. I moved my lips down slightly, stuck my tongue in the crack and licked it from top to bottom in one continuous move. She bent slightly forward and spread her legs wider allowing my tongue to flow deeper inside the crack. The aroma of White Diamonds filled my nostrils and my heartbeat evened and slowed.

             I wrapped one arm around her waist, used my other hand to push her farther over and she responded by using her forearms on the edge of the mattress to hold herself in position. Now that she was fully bent forward, my tongue started at the top of her ass crack, came slowly down, tipped against her asshole in passing and went under her to touch the lower part of her vulva lips She shook when I tested her wetness. I ran my tongue up through her inner labia and slurped the slightly salt-tinged taste. Her thighs were jiggling and shaking at the touch. I let my tongue work up and down a few times before I put my hands on each hip to turn her around. When she was turned, I gently pushed her back where it was supine on the bad, lifted her by her hips and slid her backwards toward the center of the bed.

             Her gloriously thick-bushed black pussy was awesome as the glistening damp pink center piece showed through. My heartbeat involuntarily increased again as I faced the joy of entering my face in the forest of black hair as I searched for the pink honey pot again. She had her hands on my head guiding me home. I started at the top and worked my way down to the entrance of her vagina. In addition to my tongue, I inserted two fingers to her delight. She threw her legs in the air and breathlessly uttered, “There Gregg. That’s where you need to be.”

             I kept my two urgently working fingers inside her pussy as I moved my tongue upwards and touched her swollen, large bulbous clit. Her ass went up, her legs flew over my head and she ground her pussy against my face with sounds that were “Unh,         Unh, Unh. Oh, my God, my God, my God. I can’t stand it.”

             My hands were busy removing my chinos and boxers to free my aching, twinging dick from captivity. When I had them off, I stood, bent forward and rammed my dick to the bottom of her pussy. She groaned once and then began bucking up against my thrusts. My toes were digging into the carpet holding me in place as I shoved my dick in and out with a furor that matched the upward bucks of her ass to get as much dick as deep as possible. She was an animal when she fucked. It was far, far more than I expected or could have dreamed for in my sleep. I was in Fucking Heaven if there is such a place in the other World.

             In minutes, who the hell counts time when you’re deep in pussy, she closed her eyes tightly, gripped my head with a vengeance and said, “Ahhh, my God be kind to me.” As soon as she said that she jerked her ass three times (I did count those) and squirted all over me and the side of the bed. At first I thought she had pissed on us but then realized it wasn’t pee. But since I had never had it happen before, I didn’t know what the fuck it was. I just knew we were both sopping wet from it, but she didn’t know that yet. I stopped fucking when it happened and actually withdrew before I had managed to cum. When she opened her eyes she looked at me and said, “What happened Gregg? What’s that all over me?”

“I don’t know Mindy. It came from your pussy. I thought you had pee’d on us but it isn’t pee.”

             ‘Oh, my God Gregg. I had a wet orgasm. I squirted for the first time ever. That was such a great fuck I was so keyed up I finally made it. You’re the best I’ve ever had. Did you cum too?”

“No. I was on the verge when you started squirting so I quit and pulled out because I didn’t know what was happening.”

She touched my face and said, “Oh, poor you. Go to the bathroom and get us a damp cloth so we can clean up before continuing.”

             I dampened a cloth and cleaned myself while I was in the bathroom. I dampened another, took a towel from the stack on the counter and went back to her. She was sitting up in the same wet spot. She laughed as she cleaned herself and said, “I must have had a gusher, The entire side of the bed is wet, the carpet is damp, and I had to get rid of the tee shirt because the bottom of it was soaked. I smelled the liquid and is way void of odor and color.. I tensed my nerves and tasted it. Bland, sweet, clear, definitely not urine. At lease it was so good but I’m sorry it soaked you and prevented you from Cumming.”

            I smiled down at her and said, “Don’t waste any time worrying about it. It was a lifetime experience that I had never been part of prior to now. It was well worth the soaking to see you in such bliss.” I took the towel and cloth from her, sat it on the carpet and crawled around the wet spot and kissed her. I was behind her now so I unhooked the bra, threw it at my pile of clothes and grasp her tits. I tweaked the nipples and tenderly massaged the 36C’s with both hands, getting the feel of the soft pliable globes. I laid her back on my front thighs, leaned over her head and took the right nipple in my mouth. Heather was right on. I’ve never seen such large rosy pink aureoles in pictures or in person. The nipples tasted sweet with just a hint of body talc. I sucked both tits while I felt my dick getting harder and harder. She must have felt it also because she reached her left hand over her head and took it in her hand and began jacking on it getting the right reaction of it flexing and trembling in her hand.

             I lifted her from my thighs, turned her toward me, slid down to where her knees were and rolled her over. I lifted her hips in the air, got behind her and ran my fingers through her pussy testing the liquidity of entering her. It took about three or four swipes up and down until she was wet enough for my dick. I slipped it inside her and began my fucking again. She was pushing backwards to meet my dick as it went in and out of her slick tight pussy.  I could tell she hadn’t been fucked in a while because of the extreme tightness around my dick . Don’t get me wrong, it was fantastic when I pushed in and then pulled slowly out. But it was also a deterrent to lasting longer than I wanted. When she reached under her and grabbed my swinging balls, that was it. I touched the bottom of her pussy with my last thrust and I unloaded my pent up load of cum.

             By the time I had quit spurting, she had a quality creampie inside of her. I remained in her for several minutes before I decided to pull out and rest my body. I rolled from her, ran to the towel and bought it to her, telling her to cover herself before she laid down because I gave her the full load with no drips after I pulled out. She smiled and said, “I felt it. It was warming and filling. It was great, Gregg. I never expected to have such a great experience when I invited you over.”

             We lay side by side as we rested. I turned toward her, put my arm over her tits and said, “What did Heather tell you about me? Be truthful because I know she triggered something to have you invite me over but she wouldn’t tell me what.”

             “She told me of your dreams about me. By the time she finished my panties were soaking wet as I pictured you behind me kissing my ass. Now I can say it was better than what I pictured. But Gregg, understand that your promotion triggered my offer. You’re a peer now that you’re an officer of the company. I couldn’t risk being caught taking advantage of an underling employee. And let me warn you, if we’re caught one of us has to transfer and that person would be me. You’re too valuable to the systems operation. I would have to change divisions. That wouldn’t be a big deal; it’s just that I love the people in the division I now head.”

             “I wouldn’t want that to happen to you either. You’d be in another building and I wouldn’t be able to see your ass that far away. That would be a disappointment and a disaster to my dick.” She laughed and smacked my dick hard, drawing a lout ‘Ouch’ from me.

She kissed me and said, “Let’s get serious for a moment. Do you have any reason to go home tonight?”

“No, none at all. Why?”

             “We can grill a steak, bake a potato and have a swim. I want you to spend the night. We won’t fuck again because what I really want is to snuggle with you in bed, overnight, and to have breakfast with you in the morning while we read the Sunday paper.”

 “Sort of a pretend marriage is what you’re saying and that’s beautiful. Now tell me, when do we fuck again?”

 “All next weekend. You come over Friday evening and don’t leave until Monday morning when we go to work. We can fuck ourselves senseless until our brains fall out.”

“Why not tonight and tomorrow?”

 “Wrong time of the month. I detected it starting when I cleaned the creampie.”

 “I can live with that. When do we do dinner?”

  “In an hour. You don’t need a swim suit but I will. It’ll give me the delight of watching your flaccid dick for a change because I haven’t seen it that soft yet. Even now you still have half a hard on. Want me to tackle it?”

 “Not necessary. Let’s get ready for the dinner. I guess I’ll just stay as I am.”

             Gregg went home Sunday afternoon around three. He counted his blessing as he watched the golf match on TV while he sipped a scotch and water. He did a few things around the house and went to bed after the late news.  When he arrived at his desk on Monday morning, he had a message from Heather telling him to meet her in the lunch room at eleven-forty-five. She must have been anxious about the lunch room as she called him at ten thirty to remind him of the message.

             He was seated at the same table when she came flying in. She went behind him, got her Sprite and excitedly sat across from him with a mile-wide smile on her face. He said hi and she nodded, touched his hand and said, “I’ve decided what I want in return for putting in the word with Miranda for you.”

 “Okay. What will it be, Heather? Just name it because whatever it is, it is well worth it.”

“So I heard over and over Sunday evening and again this morning. “Gregg, what I want is exactly what you gave Miranda Saturday. I want the same experience.”

 “Oh, shit, Heather. Are you really asking for me to fuck you? What about Kenny?”

             “Let me worry about Kenny. I know what he does on the road. I have pictures to prove it. It doesn’t matter that much to me. I know men fuck around outside marriage. I know that some women do also. I know this–I’ve wanted to be with you since we were kids but I know why it didn’t happen. It was because I was Susan’s best friend and you didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship. I understood it but I still wanted to be with you so badly. Your sister and I are still best of pals as you know. But now is a different time and a different set of circumstances and I want you to fuck me exactly the way you did Miranda. The time has come and you promised me anything.”

             “When is this supposed to take place? I’m tied up next weekend from Friday evening until Monday morning. Give me a time and date. But I want you to be certain that you want us to fuck, Heather.”

 “I made that decision years ago, Gregg. Now it’s fruition time as I said. I am damned certain that I want it to happen.”

 “Promise me one thing, only one, Heather. Will you do that for me?”

 “Okay. I promise and cross my heart that I won’t break the promise. What is it?”

” That you won’t have girl talk with Miranda and spill the beans to her. I don’t want her to know that you and I had a fuck session, especially after she told you about us.”

“That’s tough to swallow but I promise. Are you falling for her?”

 “Maybe there’s more to us than just a long fucking session. Who knows at this time. It’s too early in the game to tell.”

             “Well, you couldn’t go wrong with her. She’s a grand lady in every way. But to answer your question, how about Wednesday evening? It’ll have to be at your place because as you know Kenny’s dad lives with us. Kenny will be at the home office for another two weeks so I don’t have to worry about him.”

 “Wednesday evening it is. I’ll have dinner ready for us. Seven okay with you?”

 “Perfect. I’ll feed his dad and then come on over.”

 “Wear something easy to remove. I have to undress you from behind so don’t make it difficult.”

“Got you. I’m already wet from just talking about it. Are you hard now?” She reached under the table and grabbed my dick, smiled and said, “We’re on the same wave length already. Wow! That’s one hard dick, Gregg. Let me get out of here before I attack you in the lunchroom.” She stood, pushed her chair back and headed for the door.

             I had a new respect for her fine ass as I closely observed it as it was rounding the corner. I recalled our early years when she and Susan would go with me to the Municipal swimming pool and I would drool over her young body in her skimpy two-piece bathing suit. I smiled as I remembered on many occasions going home from the days pool play and jacking off as I pictured Heather out of her bathing suit and showing it all for me. Damn, she still looks great. Why had I ignored her for so long? Familiarity I presume.

About two that afternoon, Miranda tapped on my door and said, “Busy? If you aren’t come with me and I’ll buy us a coffee.”

 I smiled, stood and didn’t have a hard on yet because she was facing me and it had been a short time. We went down the hall, she turned the opposite way from the break room and I said, “Where are we going? I thought you meant the break room.”

             ‘No, they only have one kind of coffee in there. I want something with a different flavor. We’ll go over the Peet’s where the atmosphere isn’t tied to the office.”  We went down the elevator, out the front revolving door, crossed the street, and went down a half-block south to the Peet’s attached to a grocery store. She ordered our coffee, hazelnut with a shot of the hazelnut liquid flavoring to intensify the taste. We took a small two-person table at the rear where the foot traffic was minimal. When we were comfortable, she said, “I want to discuss two things with you while we’re here. Do you mind?”

             “Why should I mind? You paid for the pleasure.” I held my cup to hers and we both tested the heat and the strong taste of the coffee. She smiled and said, “Gregg, tomorrow morning you and I are going to be announced by the Board, delivered by Executive Vice President Ed Burton. There’ll be a reception for us in the Executive dining room and then we’ll be back in our offices to welcome our employees for their congratulations. There’s an official register they’ll sign that we’ll have as a keepsake. I think you know the routine. You’ll get to choose a gift, usually a fruit basket or booze from the liquor store across the street. I guess you’ll take the booze, as will I. You’ll hear about this at four this afternoon. I just wanted to let you in on what will happen.”

 “And I thank you for taking your time to tell me. I knew about the office and register as I’ve attended others. I at least know what to expect.”

                       “It’s better than being caught off-guard as I was because Ed didn’t warn me when the two of us moved up. Now, about the second item I want to bring up. What did you say or do to Heather at noon? She came back from lunch a different person. She is giddy, giggly, and acting strange. You did just eat, right?”

             I was totally uncomfortable with her questions. At that moment I suddenly recognized that women read body language better than men. What defense can I use that is reasonable? She already knew about the promotions because she goes with Miranda. Talk about the past wouldn’t make her giddy and such. While I was desperately searching for an answer Miranda piped up and said, “Cat got your tongue?”

             I shot back quickly, “No, it’s just that I was trying to recall what we talked about that could have caused her to act that way. For the life of me, I don’t recall a thing. Maybe it was some news she received after she left the lunchroom.”

             “Come on, Gregg. You can do better than that for an answer. She would have told me if that were true. She’s closed mouth about it and that’s oddly strange. So, what was it?”

             “She told me that you gave her a graphic account of our Saturday. I had promised her she could choose whatever she wanted if she would put in a good word for me with you. You can probably guess what she chose since you know each other so well.”

“And your promise is going to be fulfilled I take it?”

             “What else can I do? We go way, way back, Mindy. She told me she’s always wanted me but I wouldn’t bend which was true. I asked about Kenny and she that was her worry, not mine and to forget him. I seem to be stuck in the middle.”

             “She’s talked about problems with Kenny for some time now. She knows he fucks around so I assume she now thinks it’s her turn. I can’t say that I blame her but I feel stabbed in the back. I had no idea how she felt about you when we had our talk this morning.”

 “What about us? Will this event affect our new relationship and our coming weekend?”

             “Probably not. I can’t imagine it as a major long-term promise. I feel certain it will be a one-time show of your promise just to get it out of her system. I was only curious about had the need to know what happened to elate her so..” Our coffee cups were empty, I pointed at her cup and used a questioning face and she shook her head, saying, “No, we need to get back. Lots of things are going to start happening soon. Like us getting ready to switch our offices overnight.”

On the way back, in the empty elevator, I quickly kissed her and said, “I truly regret saying she could choose anything. I should have put limits on it.”

She winked and smiled as we exited the elevator. I peeled off at my now temporary office, she went on down the hall with me watching her ass and daydreaming again.

             With the unusual turmoil of the changing of the guard I dreaded facing Wednesday evening but a promise is a promise, so I prepared for it to happen. When it was six-forty-five I turned the porch light on, had the table set and the food warming. When the bell rang I reluctantly put a smile on my face and jerked open the door.

             My jaw dropped to the floor and I couldn’t say a word. There was Heather looking absolutely gorgeous like I had never seen her. I was stunned to the point where I could only shake my head in amazement.

For you see, the kicker was she had Miranda standing beside her.

Heather stepped forward and said, “Gregg, I hope you don’t mind that I brought along my participating coach Miranda? May we come in?”

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