1 comments/ 18893 views/ 1 favorites Mr. Bigwig By: captivate "You want me to do what?" Kari yelled. "I want you to interview Dr. Lane for the next issue. He has an interesting story and I think our readers will enjoy hearing it." Kari was angry. She had spent her entire time at the magazine writing fluff pieces, always being promised that the next story would be an 'important' one. Now her editor was suggesting, no , assigning, an in-depth article about some bigwig who had created some industry from nothing. Damn, the things she would do for money! Kari kept planning to quit, but then her addiction to luxuries, like food and clothing, got in the way. All the way home, she argued with her editor in her mind, giving all the reasons she shouldn't have to write this article. She should be assigned to interview a political leader or some Armed Services officer. She was good, dammit, and deserved a chance to prove what she could do. But instead, she was going to interview some old man who had started some industry in the Dark Ages and made his name and fortune continuing it. At home, she jumped on the computer, 'googling' Dr. Duncan Lane, printing off articles that had been previously written about the bigwig. Apparently, he developed some new technique to save the tidal waters. AND he was instrumental in creating methods to harvest what he needed while being environmentally thoughtful. AND he was involved in his community and his region. AND he didn't like being interviewed. Each article she found mentioned his reticence. He was depicted as a do-gooder who happened to be very successful. She compiled all the information she had found, noting there were no pictures of the man. Well, there was one much-used picture, but it was fuzzy, a generic man in jeans and a heavy jacket, a hat shading his face. The next day, Kari spent hours on the phone, trying to make an appointment for an interview. His secretary, Jeannie, was pleasant, but very protective. She couldn't make an appointment without conferring with Dr. Lane, and, apparently, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Kari was her most charming, hoping to find out something about the big man, but Jeannie was careful, choosing her words, saying exactly what Kari had already read. Jeannie promised to call back in the morning, after she was able to contact her boss, with an appointment time. Kari just had to wait. The next day, around noon, the phone rang. After a moment of small talk, Jeannie said, "I can give you an appointment tomorrow. I am afraid, though, it will have to be early. Dr. Lane can see you at 5:30." At first, Kari was puzzled. 5:30 didn't sound early. In fact, it sounded quite late. Then the realization set in. This woman was saying 5:30 A.M. The man must be a maniac! No one was awake at that hour. God didn't even have the lights on! "I am afraid that is impossible, Jeannie. Surely, he has time at a more normal hour? I will take anything he has available." Kari was nearly purring with charm. Jeannie laughed. "That is it, Kari. He leaves tomorrow for a week in the capital, testifying on conservation issues. If you want him, that is the only time you can have him." Kari was tempted to be truthful, admit she really didn't want him at all. She could just give up, tell her editor the man was impossible to reach, that there were too many roadblocks to interviewing him. Then, she thought of her editor and his 'unhappy' face. Sighing, she agreed to the appointment, making a mental note of all the sacrifices she was making for her career. The next morning, when the alarm went off at 4 AM, Kari thought there had to be a mistake. It was so very dark. And cold. And her pillow nest was just right, her head gently cradled in the down pillow. Her quilt had molded to her body and she was perfectly warm and snuggly. To get out of this bed would be a sin! Then, in the darkness, she envisioned her boss's face and heard his sarcastic voice. Then she remembered her silly habits of eating and buying clothes and paying bills. Sighing, she tentatively slipped one arm out from the covers. Damn, it was cold out there! Throwing back the covers, she jumped from the bed, her naked body covered with goosebumps as she searched for her robe. Without giving herself time to think, she went directly to the bathroom and started the shower, climbing in and allowing the hot spray to warm her. Showering always relaxed her. She lathered up a sponge and washed her body with fragrant soap, inhaling the soft scent of vanilla. Lingering there, Kari began composing questions for the great man. It would have been easier if she was interested in the interview. She would have been able to think of insightful and clever angles. As it was, she was just mad about the whole thing, feeling very mistreated. She dressed in dark corduroy slacks with a heavy cream sweater. She chose her walking boots over warm, thick socks. She pulled her hair into a functional pony tail, and decided against makeup. Starting her car and pulling away from her cozy little house, Kari was amazed at the sky full of twinkling stars. She mused for a moment on the beauty of be found at this hour, then concentrated on picking a good CD and heating the car to ward off the chill. Jeannie had given her instructions to the compound. Dr. Lane lived on the same property as his plant and his lab, all within walking distance. As she drove toward the coast, Kari was again struck by the beauty of the night. The moon was directly overhead, full and white, lighting her path. She paused long enough to appreciate a moonlit field full of deer, so graceful and lovely. Finally she pulled into the long drive marked with a mailbox. She could make out the white letters, LANE, printed on the side. She drove up the dirt road, her little car bumping along, the moon continuing to guide her. She could just make out the many buildings ahead of her. Jeannie had said the office was to the left, and she turned her car in that direction. It was nearly 5:30, and all the lights shone into the darkness. The office building was large, with huge windows on all sides, and a large deck surrounding it. She thought the view must be spectacular at sunrise and sunset. As she stepped from the car, she noted the air was laden with a wet freshness. It was lush, moist, and heavy; redolent with the sweet smell of berries and apples. She inhaled deeply, appreciating the feel of the clean air in her lungs. As she approached the office, Kari wondered once again about Dr. Lane. There were no pictures of him, not really. He was described as serious and intent, too involved in his studies and his work to be photographed. Frivolous was not a word used to describe him. The door opened as she stepped onto the deck. She was greeted by a man. Quite a man. He was tall and solid. His hair was a bit wild, brown with graying sideburns. His hands were large and capable-looking as they held the door for her. When Kari entered the brightly-lit office, the first thing she noticed were his eyes. They were an incredible blue, honest and deep, totally mesmerizing. She found herself wondering if she could interview him while looking into those magnificent eyes. She found herself being pulled into him. Suddenly, she was aware he had offered his hand and was introducing himself. She extended hers and he wrapped both of his around it, surrounding her with a warmth and softness that she found extremely comforting. His voice was lighter than she would have imagined. He spoke smoothly, easily. He invited her to sit in his office, near the window. She could see the fleet of boats loading to go out for the daily run. He offered her tea, bringing her a huge mug as she settled into the white leather chair he indicated. She found herself wishing she had worn makeup or nicer clothes. Kari had a sudden desire to impress this man. As Duncan prepared the tea, he was thoughtful. He hated interviews and fought hard to prevent them. But Jeannie had taken a liking to this woman and promised her some time, so he was committed. He had suggested an early morning meeting, hoping to scare her away. Instead, here she was, right on time and dressed sensibly. But even in her very sensible clothes, Duncan found her extremely attractive. When she entered his office, he noted her slight frame, her just discernible soft scent of vanilla. Her face was dewy from the night air, giving her a luminous quality. Even her severe hair style had been softened by the moisture, tiny curls framing her heart-shaped face. His life was one of discipline and he was not used to being sidetracked, but he sensed that Kari could easily do just that. They sat together, talking and chatting like old friends, while the sun rose over the water. She seemed intrigued by the beauty that he took for granted. He watched it every day and failed sometimes to be impressed by nature's display. Today, they watched it together and it was as if he could see it for the first time. Then he found himself watching her more than the sunrise. Her questions were good, important. She seemed to already have some idea of how special his work was to him, how much it mattered. He found himself relaxing even more, enjoying her company. Usually, the early morning hours were completely his. He relished being here, alone, doing his work and sipping his tea. Now, he felt that it would be nice to have someone here with him, sometimes. All too soon the time was up and he needed to get ready for his trip. But he hated to say goodbye and let Kari walk out of his life. He stood and offered her his business card, complete with his e-address, encouraging her to contact him with any further questions. Almost shyly, he added, "I will be alone in my hotel room every night for the next week, and would welcome your questions or comments. Just email me, if you like." Kari felt it too. The desire to maintain the connection, to stay near this man in any way necessary. She had enjoyed him on an intellectual level, but more, she had felt a primal pull to him. All day, she thought of him. His eyes, his voice, her hand in his. She wondered how his trip had gone, if he had a nice room, if he had been met at the airport. Amazing! A few hours in his company and he was constantly on her mind! She worked on the article, pleased with many of the quotes she had gotten, hearing his voice in her head as she read over her notes. Damn! Here was something that needed clarification! She could call Jeannie to find out the details, but then she thought she could also email Dr. Lane and ask him. Yes, that seemed like the thing to do. She should ask him. That would be the best thing to do, for accuracy. Now she couldn't wait for tonight, when she could sit at her computer and connect with him again. She carefully worded her email, trying to sound intelligent and interesting. Finally, she was satisfied with it and hit SEND. Now, she would have to wait. She began checking her mail, waiting to hear those magic words, "You've got mail!" It seemed to happen very quickly. With trembling fingers, she pressed the 'READ' button and looked at the incoming name. There he was! He had responded! She opened his note, finding all the information she had requested. The email went on to tell her about his trip to the capital, his hotel, and even the dinner he had just attended. He was witty and clever, and she found herself giggling as she read. He seemed very relaxed in this medium. Too soon, the message ended, and she was disappointed. Hitting the 'REPLY' button, Kari began typing. She told him of the lovely drive home that morning, how the sky continued to change colors, how the scented air had filled her with delight, and, she added shyly, how much she had enjoyed meeting him. Back and forth, the emails flew. It seemed she no sooner hit 'SEND' and his reply was there. Finally, she asked if he had Instant Messenger. She waited breathlessly for his reply. "Yes, I do have it, but have rarely used it. My screen name is 'TheDocIsIn'. Shall we chat instead?" Kari replied, "My screen name is 'ReadyWriter'. Yes, please, I would love to chat!" Suddenly she heard the briiiing of the IM arriving and she smiled, reading his clever words and asizzle with happiness. They spent the next hours sharing ideas and then getting more personal, telling life stories to each other, something they didn't do often. Duncan had been widowed at an early age and had decided to spend his time with his work, not really trusting love. Kari had the usual relationships, even a few serious ones, but nothing had worked out. She knew exactly what she wanted and despaired of ever finding it. She, too, did not really trust love. But now, with each other, they both felt safer somehow. There was a feeling that things could work out well, even "happily ever after" well. Neither voiced these thoughts, but both were aware of them. Finally, they had to say goodnight. Without actually stating it, both knew they would meet the next night and spend time together. And both of them went to sleep happily, to dream of a special new friend. The rest of the week was wonderful. Kari worked on her article, which she now delighted in writing. Duncan spent hours with congressmen, teaching and explaining what his work involved. Each night, they came together on the computer, fingers flying as words poured from them, so happy to have found someone to share their thoughts. Finally, Duncan was returning home. The last night of his trip, they seemed even closer. She asked about his late wife and he began tying, then stopped. "May I call you, please? I want to hear your voice. Typing is not enough anymore. Please?" Kari happily typed in her number and then sat back, waiting for Duncan’s call. When the phone rang, she moved from the computer into her living room, snuggling into the corner of the couch, in the dark, letting his voice wrap around her. This was better. Duncan told her the story of his great love and how she had died. Kari found herself crying, listening to him, wishing she could take the pain away. Duncan was deeply moved to have someone to confide in, to share his story, and to comfort him. Everything changed that night. The attraction they had felt the first day blossomed, ripened. When Duncan asked if he could see Kari when he came home, she quickly said yes. They began making plans for the next night, then Kari had an idea. "I could pick you up at the airport tomorrow. I have the time and I would love to do it. When does your plane come in?" So, they made plans. Kari could barely sleep that night, she was so excited about being with Duncan again. The next day, she was nervous. Now she was intent on making an impression. She was up early, taking a long soak in a hot bubble bath. She could feel her skin softening and plumping, her mind wandering to the feel of Duncan’s fingers on that skin. When she stepped from the tub, she stood before the large bathroom mirror, taking stock. Her skin was pink and glowing. Her hair was pulled up in a clip, looking slightly disheveled. She liked the way the curls escaped around her face, giving her a softer appearance. She carefully made up her eyes, which she considered her best feature. As she applied the pink lip gloss, she became weak thinking of Duncan kissing it off. Dressing was so much more complicated this time. She wanted him to be impressed, but didn't want to seem to be trying too hard. As she selected lacy blue under things, Kari tried not to imagine Duncan discovering them. It was too tantalizing. But she was more conscious of him, of his hands and his eyes, with each passing moment. Kari stood in the closet, trying to decide what to wear. Finally, she selected a pretty, softly womanly dress. It was sky blue, lightly skimming her full figure, draped softly over her breasts and hips. She admired herself in the mirror, hoping that Duncan would like her as much as she liked him. She sprayed on her vanilla scent and then it was time to go. The trip to the airport was filled with misgivings. Maybe he only wanted a friend, maybe she was reading more into this than was really there. What if he was just pleased to have someone to confide in, share with, someone who apparently had lots of spare time? What if his heart didn't pound when he thought of her or saw her name? Kari blushed, thinking of the sexy blue lingerie she so happily wore. She thought she should never had done this, she should have stayed his buddy, in blue jeans and a t-shirt. If she had more time, she would have turned around, gone home to change. As it was, she was nearly late. So, she parked and entered the airport, limited by security. As she looked up, she saw Duncan, coming toward her. His eyes were lit with happiness, his mouth grinning as he moved toward her. Any doubts she felt were nearly gone when she saw him, when he hugged her, lifting her into the air. The last doubt vanished when he kissed her. The kiss changed everything. TO BE CONTINUED..... Mr. Bigwig Ch. 02 They would have liked to tell their children and grandchildren the story of their courtship. A long romantic courtship that made them blush in the telling. They would include all the glossy details of long dates and phone conversations and shy, stuttering declarations of love. They would paint the picture of two people meant to be and discovering it through days of togetherness and nights of dreams. In reality, the kiss in the airport started everything. They kissed as starving people, their mouths fitting together so perfectly. As soon as the kiss began, Kari and Duncan were lost. They finally broke apart, holding each other close, knowing. They gathered his luggage and went to her car. Duncan drove, pulling Kari next to him, needing to feel her warmth. Her hand rested lightly on his thigh, but he felt it burning his flesh. He was never more aware of another being. Her breathing ignited him, her scent filled him. They drove through the night, heading to his compound, to his house, to his bed. Leaving the luggage in the car, they walked hurriedly into the house. As soon as they entered, he pulled her against him again. Their mouths met, as if coming home. Kari's tongue shyly touched his lips, which opened for her. She slid into him, tasting him, learning him. They began teasing each other, thrusting, retreating, slowly tantalizing. Duncan could hear tiny moans from Kari, as if she couldn't get enough. Kari just kept thinking of his hands, his capable hands, touching her, finding her. Her eyes were closed and explosions of excitement filled her head. His hands cupped her face, held her near him. As if she could be anywhere else! She didn't know there were so many ways to kiss a man. Standing with him, in the darkened house, Kari could have kissed him forever. Except. Except she needed more. Her body was alive in a way it never had been. Her dress might have melted away, so conscious was she of every inch of his body touching hers. Finally, he kissed her nose lightly and stepped back. Kari was barely able to stand alone. She swayed slightly as she lost his support. His hands reached out to steady her. His hands. His hands on her shoulders, imprinting themselves forever on her flesh. She turned her head and kissed his hand on her left shoulder. Her eyes were half-closed in passion. Her lips opened, finding his finger and slowly sucking it into her mouth. His skin tasted so wonderful. She inhaled him as she nursed on his fingertip. Her lips moved up and down, gently drawing him deep into her hot mouth. His breath caught. It was so incredibly sensual, watching this, feeling this. His body ached with longing and need, yet he wanted to prolong the agony for as long as possible. She turned to look at him, a fire burning in her eyes, passion that she wanted to share with this man. They kissed again. His mouth was restless and began finding new places to kiss Kari. Softly, he trailed kisses on her nose, forehead, cheeks. He fit his lips in the tiny curved place under her lower lip, feasting there. He captured her lower lip, sucking it into his own mouth, pulling on the sensitive flesh repeatedly, setting the rhythm of love. His hands moved to her back, holding her upright and securely. He felt the fabric of her thin dress, the lacy bra, and finally, her trembling body. His hands continued to caress her, making small circles on her lower back, tracing her spine. They had not spoken since meeting in the airport. Words hadn't seemed necessary. Now, Kari spoke, her voice soft and trembling. "Yes, Duncan. Please. I want you. I have thought of you this entire week and I am so sure. Yes, love. Please." she whispered. Her words inflamed him. His fingers found the tab and slowly pulled the zipper down her back. The dress separated and he was able to fondle the smooth flesh there. With a small movement of his hand, the fabric fell away from her body and slid to the floor. She stood before him, in the lacy blue undergarments she had worn just for him. Her breasts were full and firm, nearly spilling from the bra, her nipples almost peeking out at him. He could see the pretty pinkness of them, teasing him, inviting him. He bent down and began placing tiny butterfly kisses on her soft breasts and engorged nipples. She moaned and leaned into him, her fingers sliding into his hair, holding him in place. His breath was hot through the sheer fabric as he made love to her breasts. She could feel his tongue, sliding over the fabric, the sensation made even more erotic by the fragile barrier. Kari arched her back, encouraging his exploration. Her fingers raked his hair, wanting to touch him everywhere, longing to touch him there. But, she too wanted this to last forever. Her mind disengaged, she went to that place of only feelings and needs, no longer sane or sensible. She felt each tiny breath on her skin, she traced each fingertip as it trailed up and down her spine, she heard each sigh and moan from Duncan's heart. She stood before him, bent to him, shaped by him, his doll to play with as he chose. Her own heart pounded, her breath was gasping. She said his name out loud, loving the sound of it, the strength of it. Looking down, she saw his face nuzzled between her breasts, heard his mouth, wetting her skin, felt herself engorge with his touch. If it weren't for the fire burning inside her, she might have been content. As it was, she knew she needed more, wanted more, wanted it all. This man had invaded her mind and senses a week ago and his presence had grown and spread until he consumed her. There was no waiting tonight. Tonight, she wanted everything he could offer. As if sensing this, Duncan lightly kissed her breasts, then straightened. He looked at her with his mesmerizing blue eyes, drawing her into his soul. She stepped forward, the aggressor now. She began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing and loving each inch of flesh she exposed. Nearly singing aloud, "One button, a kiss. Next button, a nibble. Another, a tiny nip." So it went until the shirt was opened and his bare chest was before her. She stepped closer, resting her cheek on his skin, feeling his heat and hearing his heart pound. She liked the soft furriness of him, the fullness of him. Her arms circled his waist, under the shirt tails, her fingers grazing lightly along the waistband of his jeans. They stood together, just feeling each other. Her lacy bra scraped him lightly, her protruding nipples pressed into him. But new lovers can't stay still. Soon, her fingers were busily working at his jeans, unsnapping and unzipping, pulling them down. He stepped from them, kicking them away. Now, they were nearly twins. She gave him permission with her eyes, asking him to undress her completely, offering herself to him. His fingers moved to the tiny clasp of her bra. When it was open, he slid one finger up and down the valley between her breasts, the softly scented skin that was incredibly silky. Kari closed her eyes, lost in the sensations of a lover's touch. Then Duncan took both hands and slipped them over her breasts, caressing them and pushing the bra away. She shrugged it off, wanting to be naked before him, wanting his touch on every part of her. Duncan marveled at her beauty. Her breasts were full and lush, the nipples a beautiful rose, even in the darkened room. His fingers reached for her, wonderously touching and teasing them. She moaned again, her back arching toward him, needing to feel his fingertips and then more. Always more. Like a blind man, he touched her carefully, memorizing every wrinkle and bump. When he leaned down to suckle a nipple, she cried out with joy. She held his face to her chest, offering herself to him. He turned his head, back and forth, taking first one, then the other nipple into his questing mouth. Kari felt the electric charges shooting through her body, felt herself growing wet and ready. They moved together toward the couch. It was deep and soft and full of pillows. They fell into the softness, molding their bodies together, knowing how perfectly they fit. Their chests rubbed together, nipples bumping. Hands explored and grasped, skimmed and probed. Only her tiny blue panties and his briefs separated them. They wrapped their legs around each other, trying to get closer and closer. She could feel his hard cock nestled against her, he felt her dampness on his thighs. He held her to his body, enjoying the feel of her completing him. Her arms wrapped around him, her cheek settled on his chest. He could feel her soft breath as she nestled there, content for the moment. Duncan ran his fingers up and down her spine, as if memorizing the feel. He kissed her head, her face, anywhere he could reach. She had entered his mind and heart so fully it amazed him. Duncan had been content to live alone, work alone, be alone. He had even convinced himself that he needed no one, that love was an overrated emotion and he was better off without it. Then Kari walked into his life. From the moment he opened his office door to her, he knew he was lost. He couldn't have said why she was different, she just was. Everything about her appealed to him, and he didn't want to fight it. When she emailed that first night, he was thrilled. As the letters were exchanged, one after another, he was enthralled. She was fantastic. She made him happy, from the very first minutes. She filled his long week with joy, spending time with him, sharing her thoughts and wishes. All he could think about was making her life complete, sharing his days and nights with her. Now, here she was, in his home, in his arms. It was a dream come true. He bent to kiss her, to nibble on her lips and her soft neck. He loved the way she sighed and moaned, including him in her excitement. Now, she opened her thighs and wrapped them around his hips, moving even closer to him. He could feel her dampness, her excitement, as she snuggled even closer. Duncan wanted more. He began kissing his way down her body, enjoying her scents and textures as he moved to the prize he knew awaited him. She giggled, ticklish, as he moved down her tummy. He could feel her holding her breath, almost as if she forgot to breathe. He clamped his mouth over her pussy, the fragile silk panties pulled taut on her curls. He inhaled deeply, then began to lap at her slit, feeling it through the full bush and the fabric. Somehow, having panties there was even more erotic. He pushed with his tongue, the fabric caught in her pussy, soaking wet now. Duncan brought his hands to her thighs, pulling the crotch aside and slipping his tongue through the curls. He found her slit and was rewarded by her surprised moan. He couldn't stand it any longer, and pulled the panties down her legs. He held them to his face for a moment, inhaling her excited scent, then put them aside. He pushed her thighs further apart and then buried his face in her pussy. Kari was so wet, so swollen, his entire face felt embraced by her pinkness. He lapped at her lips, his tongue busily moving up and down the entire length. She seemed to enjoy everything, but when he flicked lightly over her clit, she jumped in delight. He loved the way she moaned and talked to him, asking for what she wanted. "Duncan, yes, that. Lick my pussy, lick my clit. Pull it between your lips, use your teeth. Yes, be a little rough, I like it. Your face, use your face, rub me with your face! Are you getting wet? Am I soaking your face with my juices. I am an excited woman, I am excited by you. I dreamed of you doing this, of you kissing me and licking me. Use your tongue. Yes, that! Push it inside me, use me, fill me. Duncan, I need you. Please, darling......" Then she erupted. It was most unexpected. He thought she would need more to reach a climax, that it would take much longer. Instead, here she was, her thighs holding his face, her sweet pussy throbbing against him, wetting him even further. He loved the sounds she made, the cries and moans, the throb of her body as she orgasmed. Finally, she relaxed, her legs loosening around him. He could look into her beautiful pussy, see the swollen bright pinkness, inhale her fragrance. The scent of a satisfied woman. When she finally opened her eyes, she giggled self-consciously. Then she reached to him, taking his hands and pulling him up her body. With her legs still spread open, she invited him into her. Kari took his waistband into her hands and pulled at it impatiently. He helped her remove them, his cock springing straight out from his body. She watched him with hunger, wanting him inside her now. She held his hips, pulling him closer to her. She reached down, placing her hands on her slit, spreading it, holding it open for him. He placed the wet head right at the entrance and looked again into her face. She nodded and he plunged. Deep. Hard. Fast. His cock slid home, quickly and completely. Even while inviting it, Kari was surprised. Duncan remained still for the longest second, allowing her to get used to him. Then he picked up her legs and wrapped them around his waist and began to move in and out, steadily and with some force. She nearly grunted with pleasure. Her hips joined the dance, matching stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. She wanted him deeper. She wanted him harder. She wanted him. His cock slid into her silky pinkness, caressing her sensitive clit with each stroke. She could feel her excitement building, knew that she was getting close to orgasm again. She looked up into his eyes, losing herself in the blue depths. Over and over, deeper and deeper, he thrust. They began a rhythm, a dance. His hands were on her hips, holding her up against him. Her hands covered his, gripping him tightly as he ravaged her softness. Even now, he knew her well enough to know she was close to coming. He continued his thrusts, his balls tight and full. He watched her face, fascinated by the expressions passing over her. He saw her lose control, lose focus, begin to go into herself, where only pleasure matters. Then he felt the spasms gripping his cock, pulling it deeper, tighter. He maintained control until she began crying his name, her voice deepened in passion and need. Then, he had to let go. He filled her depths with streams of come, thick and creamy. It seemed to go on forever. Her muscles clenched him, milked him, giving him an orgasm like no other he had ever experienced. Their bodies throbbed together, pulsed in unison, and finally, relaxed. Lying over her, he kept his cock inside her welcoming depths. His head rested near hers, their breaths mingled. Their lives started that night. TO BE CONTINUED..... Mr. Bigwig Conclusion Their lives really did seem to start that night. Sometime during the long darkness, they stumbled to his huge bed, never far from each other, their bodies in constant contact. Kari lost track of how many times they made love, how many times Duncan helped her come, her voice nearly hoarse from pleasure. It was as if he were making up for lost time, or maybe just reassuring himself that she was real. They came together repeatedly, each time wonderful, each time better. Their new lives! Every day they became more entwined, more involved in each other. Kari spent time at the office, helping Jeannie, learning about the business and exactly what made Duncan so engrossed. She accompanied him on the boat in the early morning hours, meeting the crews, gaining their friendship by handling icky worms and raw sea creatures. He invited her to sit in on the board meeting and she happily accepted. She stayed politely quiet, until one proposed policy just irked her. Then she stood, knowledgeably discussing the opposite point of view, cleverly presenting her case and actually swaying the vote. Duncan looked at her with new respect. He knew she was clever and aware, but she was also able to hold her own in a room full of stuffy older men who tended to still think of females as "the little woman." Duncan also took her to cultural events, road companies of some Broadway shows, a few museums, even the opera. Kari enjoyed the new world she was experiencing. She particularly liked the opera, where they had box seats and spent the majority of the evening lying together on the plush carpet, kissing and touching. In turn, Kari showed Duncan things he had been missing in his single-minded pursuit of life. They went to movies, basketball games, a rodeo. She helped him select some 'normal' clothes, jeans and sweatshirts, even a T-shirt or two. They relished being together and sharing their particular favorites. Now, in the evenings, Duncan walked across the compound to a lit house, finding dinner on the stove, a fire blazing, beer cold in the fridge. His life opened and warmed and for that, he loved Kari. She enjoyed being appreciated, feeling special and important. The guys she had dated were so obsessed with not getting involved, she had never felt commitment before. Now she did. She thought of Duncan so often. When she saw something beautiful or unusual, she wanted to share it with him. Whether her editor praised her or gave her the 'angry face', Kari wanted to tell Duncan. When Duncan was honored by a prestigious ecology group, Kari was at his side on the dais, proudly holding his hand. They fit well together. Their tastes evolved, both enjoying the same foods and drinks. They experimented with foreign foods, learning about all the variations they had missed. Duncan, surprisingly, became a pizza expert. He could also order take-out Chinese food without a menu. Through it all, they were happily in like. Which was quickly turning to love. Sex was fantastic. They seemed to checking off places of interest where they could couple. The bobbing boat at sunrise. The white leather chair in his office. The soft lounge on the deck. One day, Kari came to his office, waving at Jeannie as she walked in. She moved behind the desk, next to Duncan, looking out at the water. Most of the building consisted of huge picture windows and Duncan's office was no different. Behind him, the view was of the bay and the boats as they went about their business. Today, it was gloomy and wet outside. Duncan was beside her, looking up at her, smiling as he always did when he saw her. She leaned against the desk, her back to the door. Kari was dressed enticingly. She wore a blue denim mini skirt, her shapely legs bare. The sweater was peach cashmere, beautifully soft. It hugged her body, emphasizing her full breasts and flat tummy. As she stood there, looking out onto the water, she began talking quietly, so only Duncan could hear her words. "I have been thinking of you today, my darling. Often. Nicely. Then, I began thinking of less nice things, actually, quite naughty things. Then, I was thinking JUST naughty things, and they all involved you and me doing them. Then I thought, well, I felt that I should share these thoughts with you." She sighed deeply, her lovely breasts lifting delightfully. Then she continued, "I was in such a hurry to share my thoughts, I just threw on whatever was around and came over. But......well, in my rush, I forgot a few things." As she said that, she hopped onto the desk, letting her legs fall open. The skirt had ridden up her thighs, barely covering her now. Duncan, from his vantage point, could see her brown curlies peeking at him. "Sweetheart," she continued, "I'm afraid I forgot to wear my pretty panties for you!" Even as she spoke, her singular scent drifted to him, filling his body with need. As he watched, her nipples hardened, the sweater molding to them. She blushed prettily, saying "Oh, yes, I think I forgot my bra too...." Reaching down, she took Duncan's hand in her own. She lifted it to her mouth, kissing it and sucking one finger, slowly, just for a moment. Then, she lowered that hand to her thigh, offering herself to him. Duncan was startled. In his world, there was a place for everything. The office was for business. He had begun to relax his rules a little, willing to make love before hours or after everyone had gone home. But today was a business day and there were people all around, in and out. Even while thinking this, his hand moved of its own accord on her silky thigh. She felt so good, so warm. As he moved his hand up her thigh, her legs fell open further. She still didn't look at him, instead seemed absorbed by the activity on the bay. His hand slid higher and he felt her soft curlies brushing on his skin. She sighed quietly, softly. Encouraged, he moved his fingers up, lightly brushing through the curls, his fingertips grazing the flesh there. Someone stopped in the doorway, asking about lunch plans. Duncan was still trying to gather his thoughts, totally at a loss, when Kari turned her head, looking over her shoulder, making arrangements to meet later with the staff. Duncan was amazed that she could make lunch plans, or anything, when her mind was totally centered on his hand and her needs. His fingers combed the bush, seeking her slit, wanting to feel her excitement. She shifted slightly, allowing him more access. Suddenly, his middle finger slid into her wetness. As much as they made love and touched each other, he was always amazed at her silky pinkness. He slid his finger up and down the opening, enjoying the velvety warmth of her. She still had not looked directly at him, as if what he did was of no interest to her. She continued speaking, telling him of her need and desires, but could have been discussing the boats or the weather. Because he knew her well, he could sense her excitement, in the way she was breathing and the way her words became disjointed. Looking into her eyes, he could see the way they were becoming unfocused, unaware of anything she saw before her. He continued the slow movement of his finger, coating it with her sweet nectar, enjoying her pleasure. He stopped for a second, pulling his finger from her and inhaling it, drinking the juices. She nearly cried aloud, a spoiled baby, and he quickly replaced his hand, finding his place, resuming his slow stroking. Deliberately, he search for her clit. It was so tiny, yet so powerful, and he loved her immediate responses to his touch. Today was no different. When he neared it, she moved her hips forward, assisting him. He touched her and she groaned from deep in her chest. His finger circled her clit, teasing her, making her mewl and whisper frantic pleas. Duncan was afraid someone could hear the wetness of her, his finger navigating her flesh, her moaning demands. She stopped talking now, her entire being reduced to the tiny button and its aching need. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes closed. He knew her, knew what was happening. Her legs slammed together, trapping his hand against her mound, his finger continuing its work. He knew her, knew she was on the verge. The moans increased and it was only seconds to her explosion. He stood, his hand still between her thighs, and covered her mouth with his. He forced his tongue into her mouth, fucking her with it, ravaging her, while the orgasm tore through her. He swallowed her screams, kissing her until he felt her begin to relax. Her legs went limp and he was able to remove his soaked hand, her scent filling the room. He returned to his desk chair. She smiled down at him, noting the huge bulge in his pants. Leaning to kiss him, she straightened her skirt, reminding him of the lunch date they had made. Then, she slowly walked from the room, her hips swaying seductively. Duncan loved it all. He loved the unpredictability of her, the sweetness, the warmth, the goodness. She was everything he had despaired of ever finding. Daily, he thanked the gods who controlled these things for sending her to him. Life was very good. One day, the phone rang constantly. Jeannie fielded most calls, but knew that a call from Kari was top priority. Duncan was so busy, meeting with men from various industries, working on a development deal. Jeannie announced Kari's call. He took the phone rather distractedly, telling her hello while working on a computer printout. Then she caught his total attention. She was breathing hard, almost gasping. At first, he thought something was wrong, then he realized she was excited. He gave her his entire attention. "I was lying here, naked, thinking of you. I wanted you so much, and I ached so much. I knew I needed some help. So, I found my blue toy in the drawer and changed the batteries. Listen, it works really well now!" The phone moved closer to the buzzing he had heard in the background, and Duncan felt his cock throb to life. Then she was back, breathless, whispering. "I have the toy on my clit, Dunc, against my clit, and it feels so good, so very good. Not as good as your tongue, but I can't have your tongue right now, can I? So, the blue boy is keeping me company, making me tingle, helping...." He felt his cock throbbing now, could actually see spots of precome on his neatly pressed trousers. Her words grew further apart, slightly confused, whispered. He could hear the toy and could see her beautiful pussy, all wet and aroused. He totally forgot the men in his office, so involved was he in her pleasure. She was uttering his name now, saying dirty words, describing her hot pussy, her aching cunt, her neediness. He knew she was getting ready to come, could imagine her dripping pussy, her toy wet and shiny, vibrating rapidly on her sensitive button. Then, she stopped breathing. That was a preface to an explosion and Duncan held the phone closer to his ear, to prevent others from hearing her climax. She belonged to him, and her joys and pleasures were his also. Suddenly, she screamed his name. It was followed with cries of varying depths, finally shuddering to a gasp. He pictured her now, depleted, the toy forgotten on her thighs. He loved her like this, exhausted and satisfied. He wished he could be with her now, instead of here, with these men. He expected her to say good-bye and hang up, instead she whispered his name again. "Duncan, come to me, please. Come to the conference room now! I need you. Now!" At first,her request confused him, then he immediately sprung into action. He asked the men to excuse him, he needed privacy. He waited until they had gone, then called Jeannie on the intercom and gave her an errand at the plant. When she closed the door behind her, he stood and headed down the hall to the conference room. Walking wasn't easy. He was incredibly engorged and it was nearly painful in its fullness. Pressing the code into the door, he opened it. Lying before him, on the conference table, was his sweet Kari. His naked Kari. His extremely aroused Kari. Her legs were spread and the curlies shiny with desire. The blue boy was beside her, quiet now. "I need you, love. I need you now. I couldn't wait for tonight. Fuck me now, please?" she whispered. She had even set up the camera and the video screen, so her image was magnified and multiplied on the various screens. He could see his naked Kari from many angles, many dimensions. His cock bobbed angrily, restrained and needing release. He unzipped and dropped his pants, needing to be inside her, needing to fuck his sweet baby. He reached for her ankles, pulling her closer, until her ass was right on the edge of the table. He held her thighs in his hands, moving between her legs until his cock found her opening. She stared at him with glazed eyes, whispering to him, telling him to fuck her, take her. "Slam into me, baby, let me feel you. Fuck me, now! God, I really need you." Duncan was ready. He had already listened to Kari tease him, coming so loudly and happily. His cock wasn't willing to wait. He fucked her, slamming into her very wet cunt, feeling the slick pinkness surrounding him with each stroke. She tightened her muscles, clenching him inside, enjoying the feel of him in her depths. Looking up, he could see them on the TV screen, see his shiny cock, plunging in and out. Kari squealed with delight, her pussy contracting with spasms. Duncan couldn't wait longer and released his come, filling her with the outpouring. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him to her. She reached out and he took her hands, pulling her up against his body. They kissed and clung. "I love you," they said in unison.