As the jet climbed for altitude, Jeff's suspicions became a certainty. "Have you flown much?" he asked Laura, trying to sound nonchalant. But she was sharper than that.
"You know damn well I haven't," she replied in a monotone. "What gave me away? My hyperventilating, or my white-knuckled grip on the seat arms?"
Jeff laughed, looking over at her. "At least you can joke about it. But I hope you get used to it quickly, though. I'm going to need you to do a lot of flying in the next few months. Some of the equipment can be shipped, but other things are too delicate to trust to regular shipping methods. You're going to be 'hand delivering' so to speak."
"I've only flown twice, and they were ten years apart, and short trips. I'll get used to it, but don't count on my liking to fly."
"I don't really like to, particularly on a commercial flight, but I sure have done it enough. I would much rather fly in this plane, not to mention the personal service," he said, glancing at Kathy, the flight attendant.
"Thank you, Mr. Matthews. And we certainly appreciate you and your family." Turning to Laura, she continued, "Sometimes flying takes a little while to get used to, but I guarantee we have two of the safest pilots there are anywhere. The captain has thousands of flying hours, and the copilot has a lot as well. Neither of them would even think of taking off if everything about the plane were not perfect. Captain Madison is there for all the inspections and servicing. When the plane is in for maintenance, he's there every minute. The captain told me that Mr. Wainwright said he wanted to die in bed, not on an airplane, and to act accordingly. The captain gets anything he wants, no matter how much it costs. And he is just as conscientious about flying as he is about maintenance."
Turning around a little more in her seat, Kathy said, "I probably shouldn't be telling this, but since you're a little uptight about flying Ms. Kinsley, I'm going to tell you anyway." Laura snorted at the "little uptight," as Kathy continued. "A couple of months ago, we had someone pretty high up in the government that had spent several days at the plant. Captain Madison got a call from Mr. Wainwright saying that this person had to get back to Washington ASAP. We were having thunderstorms, with tornadoes in the General area. Most of the commercial flights were still flying, though, but Captain Madison told Mr. Wainwright that it would be better to wait for a few hours, or better yet, the next morning. A little while later, Mr. Wainwright called back and asked if Captain Madison would reconsider, since this person had to get back to Washington for a very important meeting. Captain Madison said no. He would not fly."
"A week or so later, we took Mr. Wainwright to Washington. He told us that this person had tried to get him to fire Captain Madison, but after the government guy got back to Washington, he called Mr. Wainwright and told him that the commercial flight he had taken later the day that Captain Madison refused to fly, had been the worst flight of his life. Mr. Wainwright had grinned and said that he had told this person that he (Wainwright) believed in giving a person the responsibility of a job, accompanied by the authority to go with that job. He said that it would be foolish to try to tell the captain how to do his job — that's what he paid Captain Madison for. Mr. Wainwright says he is going to live to be a very old man. The point being," Kathy smiled, "that safety literally comes first with him. You could not be on a safer aircraft."
"Intellectually, I know that," Laura said. "And I appreciate what you're telling me, but the logical part of my mind, and my feelings, seem to be at odds with the concept," she finished, trying to smile.
A few minutes later as the plane leveled off at altitude, the copilot keyed the PA: "I'M SORRY TO ANNOUNCE THAT WE WILL BE HAVING A LITTLE BIT OF A BUMPY RIDE FOR THE NEXT THIRTY MINUTES OR SO. PLEASE KEEP YOUR SEAT BELTS FASTENED UNTIL WE TELL YOU THAT YOU CAN TAKE THEM OFF."
Laura groaned and her face got grayer.
Jeff decided that he would try to distract her a bit, so he picked up where they left off before boarding the plane. But five minutes later, Laura stopped him. "Jeff, am I going to be able to do this? I've understood the overallconcepts of what you have been talking to me about during the trip to the airport. At least I think I have. But that's about all."
Sighing, Jeff smiled at her. "I'm sorry, I guess I got carried away. I haven't really had anyone to talk to about this whole thing, except, of course, Mr. Wainwright and his people. And even then, I had to be careful with them until I sold my patent. I've been doing some thinking. Obviously, in the beginning, we will both be equipping the lab, and setting up equipment. We're going to have to convert theory, that is, my ideas, into the physical means of attaining the results we're working toward. In the beginning, we can just buy the equipment that we will need for testing, but we're going to have to build some of it, especially after we get further into the project."
Laura tried to say something, but Jeff continued, "I know. But, for the most part, I do know how to build the test equipment, and the project will be modular, just as the 'radar' was. And you will learn. Just think of it as a lab experiment like you would have in college. I'll tell you what to do. You will catch on. The programming will come in later, and I'm sure you will be teaching me then."
"I hope you're right, but right now, I feel like I'm in over my head."
"There is another thing. Well actually several. My wife pointed this out to me when we said something about the girls going to school together. We haven't decided whether we're going to send Arlene to public school, bring in a teacher for her, or home-school her. Each has good and not so good options."
"Jeff, bringing in a teacher would cost..." Laura grinned. "Yeah, I keep forgetting that money wouldn't be one of the things that would be influencing your decision."
Jeff shrugged, "We're a long way from a school, but I'm told that it is a good one. In the end, it will probably be Arlene who decides, but I want her to take some college courses during the year. That can be done on line. As could yours, or at least a lot of your courses," he finished.
"So what do you want me to take?"
"How much math have you had?"
"One Calculus course was required, and I took the second one in the series because I like math."
"Good. How much physics and chemistry?"
"Uh, just an introductory course in each. Not very good, huh?"
"Not very bad, either. If you like math, the physics should come easily. A lot of it, until you get into theory, is just applied mathematics, and to me, it's a hell of a lot more interesting than undiluted math. I'll get in touch with the woman that was my advisor in college, if she is still there. She will know more about how to approach this than I do. But I want you to go far beyond the physics required for an electrical engineering degree. Basically though, we need to get you enrolled in a good on-line college."
"Jeff, this is a catch twenty-two. I can't be of much use to you until I learn, and I won't be able to help you very much if I'm taking classes."
"Oh, yes you will. Acquiring the equipment, and setting up the lab will take time. There will be some learning even in that process. As soon as we get most of your traveling done, we will get you started on your courses. You don't have to take a full load, and assembling the equipment will be a lot easier with two of us. I can teach you. Which brings me to the second of Diana's ideas. Her 'on-the-job training.' I intend to build this, generally, like I did my radar. That is, in a more-or-less modular form, as I said before. At least for the prototype. It will be twenty times bigger than the production model, but we will sell the prototype and the related patents. We'll let some company worry over miniaturizing the production model."
"So, I'm going to be an electrical engineer?"
"You're going to be an electrical engineer. And unless I miss my guess, a damned good one."
"Thanks, Jeff. Oh, not for that last comment; although, I do appreciate the vote of confidence, but I mean for all you're doing for Ann and me. I know that Diana talked you into this, just to get her best friend a job, but if you really think it will work, then so do I. We will make it work," she said, emphatically, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.
Jeff couldn't help but notice that her nipples were making little bumps on the front of her blouse, even through her bra. She also caught him looking, and blushed. The plane picked that moment to hit an air pocket and drop for a second, then a moment later, bump hard. At least I got her mind off the plane for a little while. I don't think she even noticed the bumpy ride until that air pocket.
Laura sat on a stool, fatigued, her mind awhirl. They had spent two hours in meetings. All the technicians and engineers had treated her with courtesy, but they were obviously waiting for Jeff to fix what was wrong. They had their questions lined up — many questions. Hours later, in the lab, Jeff, his voice showing irritation, asked, "But I still can't understand why you are building a duplicate of my prototype. You were supposed to miniaturize the thing, not make another one."
A tall, lanky man with glasses was about as irritated as Jeff was. "I can't miniaturize the damn thing until I understand it."
"Then why doesn't yours work. If you copied mine, then yours has to work, too. Is mine still working, or have you screwed that up, too?"
Laura jumped up. "Break time. Break time," she yelled into the ensuing storm of cuss words spouting from both Jeff and Miller, not to say anything about the racket coming from several of the other engineers. She grabbed someone at random. "Lead us to the break room, I'm not sure I remember the way," although, she knew exactly where it was.
As they walked through the door a few minutes later, Jeff turned to Miller. "I was out of line. No excuses. I fucked up. I apologize," he finished, sticking out his hand.
Miller glared at him for a moment, then took the preferred hand. "Ah, I was just as much to blame. I can't figure out what we did wrong, and I was blaming you."
Laura put her hand on Jeff's shoulder. "You guys are trying to solve all the world's mysteries in one day. I'm tired. And I haven't even been doing anything. All of you people," she continued, looking around her at the engineers and technicians, "have to be, also. Murphy must love it when we get tired. He gets to screw up lots more things, then." There were a couple of half-hearted chuckles. "It's after eight. What's wrong with calling it a day, get some sleep, and start this thing with a fresh mind tomorrow?"
"Eight," Jeff exclaimed, looking at his watch. "I haven't even gotten us a hotel room."
"Jeff, I may have been yelling at you back there, but we certainly haven't completely forgotten our manners. The guest suite is arranged for you and Laura. The limo will run you over, and pick you up in the morning."
"Look, we don't need a limo. Can't you just let me drive one of the company cars, like you did before? I'm not really into limousines and things like that."
Miller laughed. "Number one, Mr. Wainwright set out instructions after he talked to you yesterday..."
"And number two," Laura broke in, looking at Jeff, "You're too tired to be driving in an unfamiliar city when you don't have to. I know I am. We got up at three this morning, if you remember."
"Yes, boss," Jeff kidded.
Laura blushed, starting to say something else, when Miller told one of the technicians to escort them to the limo. "See you in the morning. Say about ten. I for one am not coming in early."
Jeff sat on the couch of their sitting room, his head back, almost asleep. The remains of a meal were on the table. He didn't even seem to have the energy to push the cart back into the hallway.
Laura had circuit diagrams scattered across the floor, trying to compare Jeff's working prototype with the non-working model that Wainwright's engineers had built, supposedly copying Jeff's model. To begin with, they didn't copy Jeff's model. Everything is in a different place. If they wanted to build one so they could understand what was going on, then they should have done just that — copied everything exactly. But nooo, they're men. They had to arrange everything differently — the macho effect. And I just know that they have made changes other than arrangement. But I don't know enough about electronics to find out what they changed.
She had taken digital pictures, close-ups, of Jeff's working prototype, and the unit the engineers had built, then downloaded the photos to Jeff's laptop. She had made Jeff show her the corresponding circuit diagram for each module.
She reached for her coffee cup — empty. The pot was empty too. And the kitchen closed at ten. Shit! She and Jeff had already gone through the coffee provided in the room, and she had finished off the coffee they had ordered with their meal. Shit!
Dialing the phone, she got the front desk. "Room service is closed. How about sending up a couple of packs of coffee so I can make some with this little dinky coffee maker of yours. Not decaf, she added, trying not to snarl."
Jeff opened one eye and lifted an eyebrow at her as she hung the phone up, none too gently. "It's late," he tentatively said, "We can hash this out at the lab tomorrow." He noticed her again trying to adjust her bra strap, contorting her arm to reach behind her. "Why don't you take that thing off? I've seen you without a bra before. I don't understand why you are torturing yourself."
"Jeff, I..."
"Laura, I've seen nipples before, and titties bounce. There are four teenage girls at the house; one of them is your daughter. There is no one here but us, and I'm certainly not going to rape you. You have had that thing on since the wee hours of the morning. My wife would have been screaming by now. Pull it off."
"Thanks." She did the set of contortions that women do, and seconds later, pulled a bra out of her right sleeve. She immediately tried to scratch her back again.
Jeff, laughed, got up and scratched her back where the bra strap had been, then continued on into the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
A few minutes later, she had a fresh cup of not-so-good coffee in her hand and was poring over the diagrams. As Jeff walked back into the room, she said, "Jeff. Look at this. What does this symbol mean?"
"Laura, look. It's late. I've already told you what a hundred things mean. And everybody does things a little differently. Look, that's a filter with a cut out of about 3.5 kHz. I was getting a lot of static, and..."
"Why does theirs say 35 kHz?" she asked, sweetly.
There was a long pause. "They wouldn't get anything," he said, stunned. "The circuit would oscillate. The filter would block everything." He snatched the diagram up. "Shit. They said they didn't change anything!" he exclaimed.
"They probably didn't, intentionally. Murphy just seized his chance."
"Why in the fuck didn't I see this?" Jeff asked, feeling guilty.
"Because you knew what should be there, and..."
"Saw what I needed to see," Jeff finished for her.
"And I," Laura continued, "Don't know my ass from a hole in the ground about circuit diagrams, so I saw what was there," she laughed.
Jeff was still staring at the diagram as Laura asked, "Have you called Diana?"
"Oh, crap. I was so tired, I didn't even think about it."
"Here you are, umpteen miles from home, in a hotel with another woman, and you didn't call your wife," she mused. "Yeah, well. Guess who is going to be sleeping on the couch when you get home."
If Jeff heard her, he didn't say anything; he was already dialing the phone. After talking with Diana for quite awhile, which entailed a lot of stammering on his part, he handed the phone to Laura with an odd look on his face. Jeff went on into his bedroom, but didn't close the door.
"I heard you just solved their problem," Diana said as soon as Laura said hello.
Laura laughed, "Well, maybe. Then again, someone could have just left out the decimal on the diagram."
"Or could have forgotten it when they built the thing," Diana laughed. "But you know, damn well, that I'm proud of you. Changing the subject. How are you and Jeff getting along?"
"Well, I've seen a side of him today, that I've never seen before. He can really be intense. And he and their engineers had certainly gotten over the friendly stage before we gave up for the night. But he has been really nice to me. Heck, I don't know enough to argue with him. When it comes down to it, I don't really know enough about what is going on to carry on a conversation in the lab. I just sit there and look stupid."
Diana laughed. "I doubt if those engineers will think that after you show them what is wrong with the model."
"Oh, that's up to Jeff. I don't know enough to do that."
"You still have a lot to learn about him, girl. Trust me. It will be you showing them what you found. He would never take credit for someone else's work. But that enough about that. Has Jeff put the make on you yet?"
"Diana. You know Jeff would never do that. And if you're joking, it's not funny."
"Yeah, that's about what he said on the phone a minute ago when I asked him the same question."
"Diana, what's gotten into you? You know I would never mess with your husband." Thinking Diana may have gotten the wrong idea, because she and Jeff were in the same room together, she continued. "Look, Diana, this is a suite, we're in the living room. We each have bedrooms..."
Diana interrupted, "Laura, you don't understand. I am not accusing you of anything. I know it is a suite, or at least thought it would be. What I am saying is this. My husband is currently fucking me, my daughter, and yourdaughter. He is used to getting his rocks off four times a day, or more. He is probably going to get snarly if he doesn't get some nooky pretty soon. When is the last time you got laid?"
"Diana, I, uh..."
"A year? Two years? Five? Unless you have quit telling me about your love life, there hasn't been one."
"Well, I haven't been really lucky with the men I have picked..."
"Go take a quick shower. Walk into his bedroom buck-naked. Don't say anything; just stick a titty in his mouth. Fuck his brains out. You will both sleep better."
"Diana. I can't fuck your husband!"
"My daughter just came into my bedroom wearing nothing but a smile, as they say. She has a new pink vibrator that we mail ordered. I'll bet we can give each other enough orgasms to get us by until that big-dicked husband of mine gets home."
"Diana. I've never heard you talk like this."
Diana laughed. "Go fuck my husband. I'm going to be pissed if you don't. We'll talk when you get home. This is the new Diana. My husband comes first. Uh, no pun intended. I'm surprised he didn't leave me long ago. There is no telling how many orgasms I missed. Now go fuck his brains out. Welcome to the harem." Giggling, she hung up.
Laura stood with the phone in her hand until the dial tone returned. Absently putting the phone down, she turned and walked into the bathroom. She got the shower started and adjusted the water. Tossing her clothes on the counter, she stepped into the warm water. What have I gotten myself into? I can't screw Diana's husband. If Diana knew I have fantasized about him for years, she would ... would ... what? I used to think she would have a fit, maybe never speak to me again. Now I don't know what to think. I would never even tell Ann, even though she told me she masturbated thinking about Jeff. She ran the washcloth across her right nipple, and almost came.
Pulling the cap off as she stepped out of the shower, she tossed it atop her case. Now what am I going to do? I know Diana was serious, but what is this going to do to our relationship. She is my best friend. My only friend, for that matter. How will she act when we get home? How will Jeff act? Bull shit. What am I thinking? Nothing is going to happen — and I'll bet Diana will be glad it didn't, regardless of what she said. No way am I going to fuck her husband.
As Laura walked back into her bedroom from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body, not paying attention to anything except the thoughts racing through her mind, she bumped into Jeff. Without a word, he leaned down, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and walked through the living room into his bedroom. The towel had come loose, and fell away as he tossed her onto the bed on her back. She saw his cock standing out from his nude body. She froze. "Jeff, no. I, uh ... that thing will never ... Jeff we can't do this. Diana is my friend. Uh, that thing won't go in me. I can't ... uhhh."
Jeff leaned over and kissed her pussy, perfectly on her clit. He eased between her legs and licked up her slit like it was an ice cream cone. "Jeff, we can't do this," she gasped, her hands grasping the sheet on either side of her body, just before the orgasm hit. Oh, crap. He licks my pussy three swipes and I come like a teenager that has never had her cunt licked. Well, then again, I guess I never have had it licked.
Without any more preamble, he pushed her knees over his shoulders, swiped his cock in her lips to get the head moist — and shoved.
"Oh, shit, Jeff," Laura panted. "I haven't had a man in five years. And I've never had anything that big in me. Now, wait Jeff. I, uuhhh..."
Jeff's cock wedged about halfway in, and just wouldn't go any farther. He pulled back out, lubed his cock again, and shoved. Laura's legs went stiff; his cock slid to the top of her sheath, and bumped her cervix. Her orgasm peaked, her legs vibrated, she gasped, mumbled something unintelligible — and fainted.
"Well, shit," he said, quietly. He let her legs down, then just lay there with his dick so hard it hurt. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out, and pulled the sheet over them. He flipped the light switch and pulled her into his arms. I guess she's so tired that she went on to sleep, instead of waking up from fainting. Be damned if I'm going to fuck an unconscious woman. And I'm sure not going to beat my meat while lying next to someone this beautiful, either.
After lying there awhile, his dick went down partway. She must really have needed it, he mused. Maybe it really has been five years. He was asleep without realizing he was even close.
Laura woke up to the heavenly smell of fresh coffee. As she blearily opened one eye, she realized that Jeff was waving a cup of the wonderful stuff practically under her nose. Then she realized she was nude in his bed and one breast was completely exposed. Then she really remembered.
She fumbled with the sheet, but she couldn't seem to cover herself as he put the coffee down, leaned over, and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the projection, sucked hard, then gently stripped it with his teeth. Sitting back up, he handed her the coffee. "You're a beautiful woman, Laura. And you know how to pay a guy a compliment."
Blushing furiously, she stammered, "I guess I had done without too long. I mean; that's the first time I have ever done anything like that. I, uh ... Did you? I mean..."
"Did I get my rocks off?" Jeff grinned. "No, but I did get to sleep with a beautiful woman in my arms. And your breasts do feel good pressed against my side."
Laura almost spilled the coffee. "Jeff, I feel like an idiot. I fainted like some schoolgirl and left you without any relief. Do you want to finish now? I'm so sorry."
"Laura, hush, Baby. I'm a big boy. I can go for one night without sex, regardless of what Diana says. Besides," he mused, "how many guys do you suppose, have had a beautiful woman faint from just having him shove his dick in one time? Not to mention orgasming, if there is such as word, so beautifully for him with only one stroke."
He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips, then did the same to her nipple. "Get that pretty ass out of bed, breakfast is on the table in the other room. We've got to go show that bunch of engineers that you're a hell of a lot more than just a pretty piece of ass."
Laura thought that was a compliment, but she was not sure. She wrapped the towel she found on the floor around her, and took off for her bedroom and bath. A few minutes later, she was seated at the table as Jeff dished out the scrambled eggs. As she was spreading jelly on her toast, he casually remarked. "You know we're going to have to finish what we started last night, before we go back home."
It was all she could do to not drop the toast. This man has no idea how much I love him. I know this is going to wind up breaking my heart. But then again, I've wanted him ever since I met him. But he has never even looked at me. What was it Diana said about a harem? I don't even think she was kidding. Face it, dummy; you have been with hardly anyone else, because you couldn't have him. You know you will take whatever Diana lets you have.
"I'll try to stay conscious longer next time," she managed to say, refusing to look him in the eye.
"Do I need to pick up something for birth control?" Jeff asked, leaning over and lifting her chin.
Resigning herself, she looked at him. "No. I get a shot the same time Ann does. Jeff, I'm acting like an idiot. I don't know what is wrong with me. I'm sorry. I really haven't had that much sex. I mean, I guess I just didn't want to have anything to do with men after Dan got me pregnant and took off. Well you know all about that. I was very young, and I just kind of hated men for a long time." No, that's not true. You realized you were in love with your best friend's husband and just wouldn't date anyone else, much. How do I tell him I've had a few one-night-stands that all ended in disaster, because Jeff wasn't the man inside me?
Suddenly, much more to her embarrassment, tears were pouring from her eyes. She did not even know how long she had been crying. She just noticed a drop on her plate, then realized where it came from. Somehow, the tears infuriated her, and she just blurted the whole thing out. How she had loved him for years, but kept it hidden because he was her best friend's husband. How her affairs all seemed like she was cheating on him. How she wished, so many times that she could tell her daughter that she was in love with the same man that she (Ann) was.
Jeff picked her up, sat them on the couch, snuggled her in his arms, and let her cry it out. After a while, he kissed her, and told her she was home now. She wasn't going anywhere and he wasn't going anywhere. She knew he was not talking about the hotel. She pushed her breasts against his chest and tried to burrow into him.
They sat for some time, then Jeff swatted her ass. "Get that pretty ass up woman, put some work clothes on, and let's go lecture that bunch at Wainwright, Inc. We have some serious fucking to do later today," he said with a mischievous grin, "and the sooner we get their prototype to work, the sooner we can get to the fucking."
"Gentlemen, Laura worked for quite a while last night after we got to the hotel. I think she has solved your problem. She has something to show you." Jeff grinned at her and walked out of the lab.
Laura wasn't sure who was the most astonished when he left. Girding her loins, she spread out the diagrams.
A few minutes later, Jeff walked back in with a cup of coffee in his hand just as Miller exclaimed, "SON ... OF ... A ... BITCH!"
Three hours later, they tracked a plane forty miles away, and could read the tail number. Stevenson was blathering to her in technical jargon with Laura getting only a faint gist of what he was talking about. But she was definitely included as one of them now.
Miller got off the phone and turned to Jeff. Mr. Wainwright would like you to stop by his office, if you don't mind. After another round of thanks, they rode over to the office building, and eventually made their way to Mr. Wainwright's office. After telling them how much he appreciated having Jeff and Laura straighten things out, he handed Jeff a check. "Per our agreement," he said, "and I put a little something with it for your quick response when we called you."
Jeff looked at the check, calmly tore it in half, then handed it back to Wainwright. Before anyone could say anything, Jeff said, "You people have been more than generous with me. Although I certainly appreciate the money, I think the spirit of the contract would not be fulfilled if I took this money. You threw in a brand new Escalade, and haven't limited me to just using the plane for your company's business..."
Wainwright interrupted, "Now we stipulated in the contract that you had full use of the plane anytime you needed it, if it wasn't being used, Jeff. So that wasn't anything extra."
"Yeah, I know," Jeff said, "but I still appreciate it. And I expect to be using it a lot in the future." He gave them a quick rundown on his new lab and his intentions for a new invention. "Since you have been straight with me, to use one more of my southern expressions, I'll do the same with you. When our new product is ready, you will have the first chance to bid on it. I think it will make us all a lot of money."
"When do you expect to have something working?" Wainwright asked.
"Two, maybe three years. I know what I want. It is just a matter of building it. But I ... we ... will be going down new avenues that haven't been explored before. So, it's going to take awhile."
"We'll be waiting. And sorry the plane is down for scheduled maintenance. Is spending another night here going to inconvenience you a lot?"
Jeff actually managed to keep a straight face. "Not really. We were up late last night while Laura solved our little problem, and I thought I would take her out to a nice restaurant to show my appreciation. Another night's rest would probably do us both good."
Laura saw Mr. Wainwright nod at Tingle, who immediately left the room. A few minutes later, he came back in and handed the president a card. With a big smile on his face, Wainwright handed Jeff the note and said. "We managed to get you a reservation at my favorite restaurant. It's for seven. I hope that will be satisfactory." When Jeff thanked him, Wainwright continued, "The limo driver will pick you up around six thirty. He will call when he gets to the hotel. Enjoy."
As soon as they were in the limo on the way to the hotel, Laura almost hissed, "I didn't bring anything with me to wear to a fancy restaurant. I thought we would be working. I..."
"There's a dress shop in the hotel. I'll bet they will be more than pleased to get you something that would work out just fine."
"You can't be serious. Do you know how much they charge in that place?"
"Laura," Jeff said, taking her hand. "Do you have any idea how long it would have taken me to find that error? I would have found it eventually, true. But I would have checked out the output from each system until I tracked it down. It scares me to think that I would have used their diagrams, instead of my originals to check my results. It could have been a day, or a week. And I damn sure would not have been in a good mood while trying to chase down their blunder, no matter how much they paid me. And I had no intention of taking their money before we even got here. Sometimes, it's a lot better to do someone a favor, and leave them owing you. Besides, they have been more than good to me."
"But getting back to your finding the error. Just consider the dress a bit of a bonus for getting us out of a lot of work."
An hour later, they were back at the hotel and in their room. Jeff had walked into the dress shop with Laura, pointed at the dress in the window, and told the stuck-up clerk that he wanted that dress in Laura's size. "While you're at it, let's have the whole ensemble." The clerk, suddenly very friendly, was only too happy to oblige.
Later, Laura looked at herself in the mirror. There won't be any doubt about whether or not I have on a bra. You can see half my tits, and that's if the dress stays perfectly in place. If I lean over, something is liable to fall out. That tiny strap around my neck is the only thing holding this thing up. Without a back, if the strap goes, my breasts will fall out in a heartbeat. And without a back, I can't wear a bra.
While she was thinking about that, Jeff reached under the dress from behind and pulled her panties down. "The dress is black. No one will know if you don't wear panties."
She didn't argue. She just stepped out of them. Well, that will eliminate the panty line. But it's sure going to keep my mind on my drooling pussy. I'll bet I'll be thinking about it tomorrow, too. Shit, I'm going to be too sore to walk. I can already feel where he has been with him just shoving it up me once. Arlene's 'walk like a duck' doesn't sound nearly as funny now.
Shrugging mentally, she turned around, looking over her shoulder to see how she looked. With the black spikes, the matching purse, and the sheer stockings, the elegant dress looked just that — elegant. She had done her hair, and for once, it did what it was supposed to. She had lightly done her makeup, and had just finished when the limo driver called.
Jeff hung the phone up, offered his arm, and said, "Madam," with an atrociously fake French accent. As they walked through the lobby, two guys almost walked into each other while staring at her, but she didn't notice.
About halfway through the meal, Jeff calmly stated, "As soon as we get back to the hotel, I'm going to bend you over the couch, flip your skirt up and fuck a load of come up your pussy."
She almost strangled. Later, she couldn't even remember if they had dessert or not. All she could think of was the vivid mental picture Jeff had, seemingly indelibly, stamped into her mind.
On the way back in the limo, she had expected him to kiss her, or maybe play with her breasts, but he didn't. He just held her hand and made a few comments about the dinner and traffic.
When they entered the room, he opened his case with Laura standing there wondering what he was doing. Producing a digital camera, he quickly shot several pictures, showing her the poses he wanted. None of them were, by any means, lewd.
Putting the camera on the desk, he gently kissed her and cupped her mound in his hand. Reaching under the dress, continuing the kiss, he pulled a finger through her slit. Other men had done this to her with hardly any reaction at all. With Jeff doing it, her pussy was a boiling caldron almost immediately.
Stepping back, he dropped his coat, quickly followed by the rest of his clothes. True to his word, he spun her around, leaned her over the couch, and flipped her skirt up to her waist. It took three pushes to wedge his cock against her cervix. When he was fully seated, he waited for awhile to allow her to get used to him, then reached around and made sure that her breasts were hanging out. They were. Cupping them in his hands, he proceeded to fuck her brains out, as Diana would say.
She started coming on the third stroke, and went almost nonstop. He squeezed hard on her breasts, grunted and pumped semen up her. She couldn't believe he was coming so much. Until Jeff, she had never actually felt a man's come before, and every spurt seemed to push her higher until they both collapsed on the carpet with her locked between his legs. The whole thing hadn't lasted five minutes, and she had come more with him than she had with every man she'd had before, total. Of course, most of the time, she didn't come at all with a man, because she was feeling guilty because it wasn't Jeff's dick up her. She came plenty with her vibrator thinking about Jeff fucking her. Boy, if every woman had one of these stuck up her, the vibrator company would be out of business.
After a few minutes, Jeff grabbed a cushion off the couch and slipped it under her belly. After letting his cock soak for a little longer, while rubbing her back, he was ready to go again. He started with long slow strokes, and fucked her for a long time. She came so many times that she was making mewling sounds when he hit bottom. After a while, he pulled hard on her nipples and slammed his cock into her. She vowed she wouldn't pass out, but the orgasms kept building. She couldn't get enough air. Then she felt his sperm splash inside her again, and the world went black.
At some point, she realized that she was lying on the couch with her head in his lap. He was talking with someone on the phone, probably Diana, then she went back to sleep.
Later, she woke with a very pleasant sensation coming from her right nipple. "Oh, Jeff, that feels so good," she purred. Then a second later, she added, "But come drying on my ass from that cold air from the air conditioner, doesn't." Her dress was still bunched up around her waist. She realized her pussy had leaked onto the couch, her ass, and her legs. "I thought Ann was just exaggerating when she told me how much come ran out of her. All those years, and Diana never told me you came that much," she said, sitting up and capping her hand over her pussy.
Jeff laughed, bemusedly, "Believe it or not, I never used to come as much as I do now."
"I thought a guy reached his peak about sixteen or so," she said, looking at his cock standing rigid again. "Are you taking something, Viagra or something?"
Jeff just shook his head. Then after staring at the wall a moment, he continued, "Some of it must be related to the things that have happened to Diana and me. But in the last couple of years, my body has changed." Glancing at Laura still sitting beside him with her breasts hanging out and her hand capped over her pussy, he grinned, "Of course any guy, anything less than three days dead, would get an erection over what is sitting beside me."
Getting hastily up, Laura smiled back at him. "Flattery will get you everywhere, as they say, that is, if that pole between your legs doesn't kill me." She took off for the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, the shower started.
Shit. I wanted to fuck her again with that dress and spike heels on. Well, I guess she'll just have to put them back on after we shower. He got up and followed her into the bathroom.
A little later, he had Laura's legs on his shoulders, and was pounding away. Her breasts were bouncing as he tried to cram his dick up her pussy. It wouldn't quite go all the way, but it still felt good when he shot his load up her. She did not quite faint, but she gasped and shivered, coming again and again. When he pulled out, and the small tidal wave of come ran out, he noticed her pussy. Man, her pussy looks like it's wrecked. I guess I won't get any in the morning. Looking at his watch, Well, not any more this morning.It was already past one.
He called the desk and asked for a wake-up call at six. They had to be at the airport at nine. Maybe he could talk her into a blowjob before they left.
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