1 comments/ 26042 views/ 1 favorites Windy City By: JLP68 Spending A week in Chicago, with a bunch of salesman and vendors, was not the ideal vacation for Susan. Work had sent heron this trip, as an award for her service in the previous year, and she wasn’tabout to waste it in a classroom with physicians who only dreamed of cost-effectiveness. Being alive in the city, where no tourists or medical people were, was where she wanted to be. Sitting, enjoying her Greek meal, savoring her wine, she endured the toils of a company-sponsored dinner. CO-workers sullied a moment, in which she would most have liked to share with a partner. Mike, a CO-worker who was fun to be with, and who’s company she enjoyed, sat across from her, and also endured the dinner. Imbibing the wine, she would notice a glance or two her way from Mike, and put it off as alcohol-induced loss of inhibition. Feeling the wine also hit her, she began to enjoy the time herself more. Shots of Ouzo were brought to the table, along with the glasses of Louis-Jadot. Ouzo was not her liquor of choice, but she enjoyed watching Mike succumb to the pressure of the group at the table, and drink. Tossing a glance Mikes’ way, now and then, she wondered if it would be a good time to have him give her a massage, which he had promised her. As the alcohol began to affect the other CO-workers, a little rowdiness seemed to develop and within moments, some food had been spilled on Susan’s dress. Susan showed her anger toward the perpetrator, and sat for a moment, gathering her wits. Seeing a moment of opportunity, she feigned being overly upset over the ordeal, and asked Mike to take her back to the hotel. Mike readily agreed and grabbed her coat, and off to the cab they went. They talked about the incident in the cab, but they both had an idea of what the other was thinking at the time. Escorting Susan to her room, mike then offered his promise again of a massage. Readily accepting his offer, she lead the way to her room. Showing Mike the room, Susan slipped off her jacket, and picked up a bottle of wine, only to find it had been emptied. They relaxed for a few minutes, and Mike told her to prepare for her massage. Unsure of just how much of a massage Susan would want, he asked her to take off whatever she thought was appropriate. Taking off her blouse, then her slacks, she slipped under the covers of the bed, and handed Mike a bottle of lotion. His breath became a little more ragged as she lay on her stomach,her back exposed to him, and the covers up to her waist. Dripping the cold lotion onto her back, he watched as she would writhe upon the temperature change on her body. Eyes intently on her back and neck, he lay his hands where the lotion had dropped, and felt the smoothness spreading it out. Letting out a little moan, she shifted her head, as though she didn’t realize what she had spouted. Following the curve of her back and spreading his palms, he worked the lotion out more into her back. He caught a grin from the corner of her mouth,as she lay her head on the pillow. Massaging up her spine, to her neck, he could feel her skin getting warmer, and himself getting warmer, but not from the heat she was generating. Manipulating her neck, his arms stretched over her body, and she could feel his presence on top of him. Muscles, shortening and lengthening, being pulled and stretched, was what she could feel. But she also felt something else, something farther down her body. Not being able to tell if it was the wine, or if the muscles had a direct connection to the senses in her groin, she stayed still, and enjoyed it. Most of her upper back was massaged now, and hesaid it was time to do her legs. Pulling the covers down to her toes, she revealed her matching panties to her bra. Unbeknownst to her, black was his favorite color, and stirred him even more. Starting at the calves, he worked his way to the back of the knee, and gently rubbed there. Writhing just alittle from the touch of his fingers against the back of her knee, Susan giggled a little, and gave a little glare to Mike, who promptly stopped. Kneading deep into her thighs, she started to moan, enjoying the deep muscle stimulation he was giving her. Slowing working his way up to her buttocks, he admiringly glanced at her legs, and thought what a beautiful body Susan had. He was really into it by the time he started massaging her ass. Not sure of how far she wanted him to go, he slipped his fingers under the material of her panties, and began massaging her cheeks. Feeling this flesh under his fingers, was quite a task for Mike to keep himself composed, and he couldn’t help himself, when he spread her legs a little to the inside thighs “a little better”. Almost at the point of doing something that would most assuredly be met with rejection, or a smack, he brought his fingers closer to her crotch region. Spreading her legs open a little more, Susan let out a deep moan, which Mike knew could only be a signal to advance. Moving the material of the panty aside, Mike slowly rubbed his finger up and down theoutside lips of her pussy. Playing with her lips some more, he could feel them get hotter, and slowly slipped one finger in her lips. Feeling the smooth wetness of her inside, he began to advance. Quickly, Susan stopped him, and he thought he was done for the evening. Without a word, she pulled her pantiesdown and spread her legs even further on the bed. Mike could literally feel his cock bulge through his pants. Trying to keep himself in check, he adjusted himself as she lay face-down in the pillow. He brought his hands back to her ass, and while massaging one globe, he brought his finger to her lips again,and easily slid into her pussy. Searching, and finding her clit, he focused his ministrations on it. Gentle moans could be heard emanating from her throat. Almost forced by some unseen being, she crouched up to her knees and kept her head in the pillow. This gave much more access to her for Mike, as he now used two fingers on her lips. Watching her from behind, he could not help himself,when he brought his mouth to where his fingers were. Licking the inside of her thighs, as though licking the salt off a margarita glass, he could hear her moan louder. Not wanting the moment to end, he licked up to her lips, and savored her taste. Making circles with his tongue around her lips, he finally parted her lips and inserted his tongue inside. Holding the pillow for all she was worth, Susan groaned into the material covering it. The effect ofthe wine and the ministrations of Mike, had put Susan into a daze, and all she could do was enjoy. Finding her clit with his tongue, Mike began to play with it, pushing his tongue up against it, and then moving it side to side, and then up and down. Holding onto her ass, while feasting on such a gift she had given him, Mike truly thought he was in heaven, until he heard a muffled voice from the pillow say, “I want your cock inside me, now!”. That was all the encouragement he needed. With amazing speed, Mike pulled his belt off, unzipped his fly, and let his cock pop out from his briefs. Mike came up behind Susan and gently nibbled on her ass and back, which he had so carefully massaged just earlier. He held onto her hips as he let the head of his cock find her pussy. At the moment the head of his cock touched her lips, he held onto her hips and entered her slowly,savoring every second. Staying inside her, up to the hilt, he gently nibbled onher shoulders, and brought his hand around her and up her stomach to her breasts. Cupping them gently, he found the nipple with his finger and thumb,and began to gently pinch them. Cooing with affirmation, Susan pulled away from mike, only to push back into his pelvis, there by impaling herself on his cock. Quickly she moved back and forth, filling herself with his cock. When she stopped, he grabbed hold of her hips again, and with frenzy speed, entered and withdrew from her pussy. Susan could feel his balls slap against the inside ofher thighs, and she loved it. Then mike did something she couldn’t believe, he brought his hand around to her lips and found her clit again, easily, and began rubbing it, while fucking her quickly. This was too much for her to take, andher orgasm came upon her. She let out a yell, but Mike didn’t stop, and in no time, she felt another orgasm upon her. Hearing Mike yell too, she knew he wascoming. He pulled her hips into himself, and she thought he had reached nirvana in her. She fell face forward into her pillow as Mike lay down beside her. With as much strength as she could muster, she said “Thank you for the massage”. “Anytime”, he replied. She awoke, startled because she knew her roommate could enter anytime, only to find, Mike was gone,and her roommate asleep in her bed. Then she was afraid she had dreamed the whole episode. After trying to get out of bed, only to find every muscle in herbody was too relaxed, she knew……… Windy City Conference It looked as though it was just another one of the many necessary, but forgettable, business trips Charles had to endure as part of his position at an energy equipment engineering company. This time, it was a 3-day energy symposium to be based at a large hotel in downtown Chicago. Charles had grown up years ago in the Windy City, although living now on the West Coast, but he remembered well the ordeal that flying into O'Hare during changeable weather afternoons in late Fall could be. He wasn't disappointed…his 767 flight from Seattle had to hold for traffic delays, then hold for gusty winds, landing almost an hour and a half late under a brooding gray sky. A long limo ride downtown in rush hour traffic at last delivered him to the hotel. Tired and irritated, he checked in, went up to his suite and decided he'd take a long hot shower and unwind from his travels. The lights of North Michigan Avenue and the nearby Hancock Building were twinkling outside his room window as he dressed in slacks and a turtleneck and decided a drink in the dark old walnut-paneled hotel bar would be a very good thing to improve his perspective on the world. As soon as he was seated in the soft leather chair of the bar near the fireplace, he saw her, instantly. She was also seated alone in a leather chair about 20 feet away. Her presence and demeanor clearly stated a powerful business elegance, and that "look" that people who travel extensively for business seem to get, impossible to define but totally recognizable to another road warrior. Wearing a tailored gray wool business skirt, a navy blue silk blouse, and expensive flats, she was looking into the fireplace while sipping her glass of wine. This was not a hotel bar pickup sort of woman. She was a phenomenon…her hair, her eyes, the shape of her legs. Charles sipped his wine and sighed, but he also found himself glancing at her frequently and he thought, surreptitiously. She seemed lost in her own thoughts with the fireplace and took no notice of him at all. Or so he thought. After a long travel day Charles decided he'd better get some dinner despite still running on West Coast time…it was two hours later here and he had a 7:30 am sign-in for the energy symposium the following morning…the start of a long day of panel discussions, presentations, yada yada yada. So he wandered into the most upscale of the hotel's restaurants, told the maitre'd he was dining alone, and was seated off at one of the tables in the back corner that are usually the fate of lone diners in a hotel restaurant. As he finished his crabmeat cocktail appetizer, he noticed the maitre'd seating a woman alone at the next ‘dinner for one' table over from his. It was her again. Charles didn't know that the woman, whose name he would later learn was Margaret, had in fact been very aware of Charles's scrutiny in the bar, and had slipped the maitre'd a "little something" to be seated for dinner near him. She wasn't at all sure why, as the last thing she EVER did on these damn business trips that filled her year was to latch onto ‘encounters of chance' with anyone. That just wasn't her style. So why, she wondered to herself as she placed her dinner order with the waiter, did she find herself now seated next to this strange man on purpose, glancing at him over the leather-clad menu. It had to happen sooner or later… Charles and Margaret, exactly at the same moment, glanced up from their dinners and made eye contact. It was very brief, but one of those locking of eyes things that seem to convey in a second or two many things that are powerful, and promising, and as old as time. They both quickly glanced back at their dinners, but they were affected and changed by just that quick communication of their eyes. They both had held the glance a little too long to be just casually taking note of their surroundings. They both finished their dinners and left the restaurant, but a few minutes apart. Charles looked at his watch and it was getting on toward 9pm with an early day looming, but he decided to return to the bar again for a nightcap….perhaps an afterdinner brandy would be a good thing before he headed back to the suite. He rarely got involved with women on business trips, having survived a divorce a couple of years ago and since then mostly immersing in his career. Although Charles always found hotels rather erotic places for the opportunities that they offered for meeting, wining, dining, and bedding willing females, he had resigned himself that this was just to be another night alone in a hotel king bed before meetings that only somewhat interested him. Settling himself back into one of the bar's leather chairs, this time at a table with two chairs, he enjoyed the fragrance of his Benedictine brandy and sighed to himself. At that moment, he heard a woman's voice just behind his chair say, "That brandy looks like a perfect idea. Would you like to enjoy it with someone?" Oh my God. It was her. As she seated herself with a crossing of her stockinged long legs and her brandy was placed in front of her, she said, "We were spending so much time glancing at each other all evening that it seemed foolish not to at least introduce ourselves. Are you also here for the energy conference?". That was the start of a casual conversation over a first, then a second brandy, of shared business interests, ‘who do you knows', and a bit of their personal lives in that intimacy of travelers that sometimes discloses things on ‘fast-forward'. They learned they were both unattached, both had traveled internationally, and both had various, well, unsatisfactory romantic histories. She had been a trader and investment banker in the past, he'd held various management jobs at the director or VP level. Although she was very sexual, and loved to fuck with all her heart and imagination, a series of bad situations had been the summary of her sex life for quite a few years now. Margaret's long legs looked delicious encased in their expensive stockings as she casually crossed and recrossed them while they chatted easily together. Her expensive wool skirt shaped her womanly hips in a way that only tailoring can achieve. Her blue silk blouse shimmered in the bar's firelight. Very ample firm breasts were contained within, and their slight movements and the buttons of her nipples against the silk suggested to Charles she had foregone a bra as she'd dressed for the evening. She also was not unaware of Charles's large hands, powerful shoulders, athletic legs, and the way his expensive but casual clothing rode his frame. She was further very aware of his glances at her breasts, and she also had caught him several times glancing at her legs as she shifted and re-crossed them. She felt stirrings from the attentions and the conversation she was thoroughly enjoying with this man in a hotel so far away from home. More than stirrings….she knew that her thong panties inside her snug skirt were becoming damp, and she was surprised to feel her nipples begin to harden against the prison of her slinky silk blouse. She couldn't help but notice that there was a large interesting bulge in Charles's pants as he had turned his chair a bit to face her. She wondered if he could tell, although there had been no sex talk at all, that she was becoming quite sexually aroused. They finished their second brandy, and it was now almost 11pm with the conference start looming the next morning. As they took a friendly walk together across the elegant lobby to the elevator banks, it happened. Without a word, they simultaneously turned toward each other and kissed. One brief, cool touch of their lips. That's all. A friendly little peck. Just two people who barely knew each other but had passed a pleasant evening in each other's company. The elevator arrived, it was just the two of them at this late hour. As soon as the doors closed, like an explosion, Charles and Margaret were just all over each other. One of those open-mouthed, tongue-lashing, gasping-for-breath kisses…..his hands dropped down to tightly grasp her skirted ass and pull it against him hard—he could feel the straps of her gstring thong through her skirt; her left hand reached down to grasp his hard cock now straining against the front of his slacks as she moaned into their kissing. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her 5'7 height was a perfect match for kissing to his 6'2 stature. With a soft "ding" the elevator reached Charles's floor. Eyes shining with desire, hearts pounding, they wordlessly entered Charles's suite. Crushing into another amazing full-body kiss, he was able to gasp, "be with me tonight Margaret". She was able to gasp "I want you Charles". Neither was in any mood for foreplay… not the two of them, not this night. They moved to the king bed and Charles unbuttoned Margaret's silk blouse. As soon as her braless breasts emerged, he was licking, sucking, and caressing them, biting lightly on her big erect nipples. His hand shot up her skirt, closing over the mound of her pussy, finding the thin tight thong crotch dripping wet, stretched tightly over her now very swollen and sensitive outer lips. He grasped her panties and pulled them off of her fast, a tearing sound as the little straps parted. Kneeling in front of her, his tongue snaked up into her swollen wet lips, tasting and enjoying the perfume of her most secret scent on his face. With her silk blouse unbuttoned but not off of her, she quickly moved to the bed. Getting on all fours with her skirt pushed up above her hips and her legs spread, Margaret gasped, "Charles, I want you to fuck me. All night. I need your big cock in my hot cunt. Don't make me beg, I want to be your Dirty Girl tonight." Dropping his pants and briefs to the floor in one urgent movement, pulling his turtleneck up and off quickly, Charles's big cock sprang out hard and precum-coated. Moving behind her upraised hips at the edge of the bed, he entered her tight hot cunt in one thrust while standing. Margaret was able to withstand only a couple of Charles's deep, fast cock thrusts before her overheated pussy contracted hard and with a scream of passion she began cumming on his cock. She didn't know it was possible to cum like that, not ever before, and as Charles kept fucking her deep and hard from behind she found herself riding a wave of cumming plateaus that she had hungered for, heard about, but never felt between her own legs. The suite now smelled like aroused hot pussy and the scent of passion-perspiration on both of them; the sounds were of liquid thrusts into a dripping wet cunt and their mutual cries and moans and grunts of animal passion. They both caught glimpses of their copulating in the gold-rimmed wall mirror. Margaret urged Charles on with the dirty talk of lovers that is as old as time, the "fuck me with your big cock" and "I'm cumming again" announcements, again and again. The loud slapping sounds of Charles's thrusting thighs against the back of Margaret's legs were like animals mating….his big balls slapped against her swollen red cuntlips as they fucked each other's brains out with skill and experience and powerful attraction in every thrust and counterthrust of their sweat-glistening bodies together. Margaret gasped, "Use me! Fuck me! Take Me, Charles!". With a long tightening and buildup of pressure, Charles knew he was soon to be filling this amazing woman's insatiable cunt with his first big load of hot semen. She felt him grow huge inside her sopping, spasming pussy and started to beg him to cum inside her, to give her all his cum, to fill her hungry cunt with every drop of his hot seed. With a roar of triumph, Charles felt himself spinning into the vortex of orgasm, his big cock slamming stream after stream of man-cum deep into her pussy. It felt like the whole world was emptying out of his balls, down the long thick pipe of his cock into this woman's milking, squirting, fucked-raw core. As she felt the first strong thick ropes of his semen slamming against her cervix, Margaret's body exploded in the biggest orgasm she'd experienced yet… all she could do was scream and babble dirty words and gasp with mouth open wide for air as she took all of his spurting hot cumload deep in her clenching raw pussy. The next two days (and nights) of the Chicago conference, at which Charles and Margaret often found themselves seated together in the hotel meeting rooms, is a story for another time. But suffice to say, despite their East/West coast distance of their residences, the two of them still maintain contact with each other as exceptional lovers that they do not choose to lose track of, and they do manage to somehow coordinate their travel schedules to allow for other erotic times in other elegant hotels. Windy City Summer Fling Justine stared out of the window of her tenth story condo overlooking the vast expanse of the city of Chicago. Summer had finally come to her beautiful city, and she smiled as she took a long swig of Diet Coke. Another week was about to begin, along with summer session where she would be teaching an introductory poetry class for the first time at one of the city's junior colleges. She was anxious to see what it would be like to teach adults, as her regular gig was teaching freshman and sophomore English for a Chicago Public high school. Although she loved her job and all its ups and downs, it would be refreshing to be among people who were paying for their education and truly wanted to be there as opposed to disgruntled teenagers who were there as a requirement by law. She polished off her beverage and gave herself one last parting glance. Her dressy black Capri pants had been paired off nicely with a flowy white shirt that had a kitschy little sash that tied in the back, accentuating her ample bosom. She smoothed her auburn highlighted dark brown hair as she slipped gracefully into new open toed black sandals. Grabbing her school bag, she reached to pet her cat Thistle and bounded out the door. She tried to ignore the anxious flutter of her heart as the El train squealed around its tracks and into the heart of the city. She took a deep breath and entered the building. Here I go, she thought. "This is Mr. Flynn's office, Ms. Kendall," the quiet secretary said as Justine found the English department. "He should be out of class momentarily, so if you want to go in and wait, I'll let him know to expect you." "Thank you, Diana," Justine replied. "It was really nice of you to show me around." Justine sat down in a comfortable leather chair in Alexander Flynn's office. Mr. Flynn was an instructor at Chicago Community, as well as the English department head. He had interviewed her in early spring when she had noticed the position had opened. The office was cozy and reflective of the man who would be her boss for the next eight weeks. Besides an obvious love for literature and writing, various sports memorabilia adorned the walls, including pennants for the Bears, the Blackhawks, and the White Sox. She smiled as she saw a photo on his desk of what must be his children- a young girl and boy who looked to be about seven or eight at the time. It had been taken outside of US Cellular Field when the White Sox had won the World Series. "Please, tell me you're a south side fan," a deep voice said to her. "I couldn't bear the thought of having a Cubs fan on board for the summer." Justine laughed and turned, smiling as she stuck her hand out to shake his. "I was just admiring your photo there. Are those your children?" "As a matter of fact, they are. Sam and Piper. They live in Rockford with their mom and I take them to Sox games as much as I can." He set a stack of papers down on his desk and leaned his hip against the desk. "So, you've never said. Cubs or Sox?" "Well, for what it's worth, I was born and raised on Bears football, but if I had to choose, I'll say Sox." She nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and bit her lower lip. She didn't remember Alex Flynn being so handsome in her interview. She had been too concerned about making a good impression to notice his dark hair with slightly graying temples, swarthy tanned skin, and dark eyes that smoldered. He had to have been in his late forties, and she certainly noticed his tall build and stocky stature in gray khakis and a black polo shirt. "I can live with a Bears fan," he replied, revealing shining white teeth as he smiled. "In any case, welcome on board, Ms. Kendall. I'm always happy to have fresh minds join us for summer session. Who knows? You might like the college arena so well you might give Chicago Public another thought. How long have you been a teacher again? I know you said in your interview, but the timeframe escapes me." "I just finished my seventh year of teaching. It's hard to believe," she uttered. "Here I am, thirty one years old, and I'm an old pro." "Ahh, to be thirty one again," he sighed. "In any case, I thought I'd be nice and let you share my office for the necessary demands- you know, grading, data entry, office hours for students." Maybe even locking the doors, pulling the shades, and having his way with her on his desk, he thought wickedly, then pushed the thought away. In addition to her intelligence and drive for literature and poetry, he had been wildly attracted to her in their initial interview. He had thought of her often since early March, and on purpose he had decided to let her share his office space. He would be the epitome of professional, cordial and polite to her, even as he tried to stifle the vision of her underneath him on his desk. It was quite exciting. "And if you don't mind my asking, how long have you been teaching?" She was curious to know his age. "I'm forty nine years old, Justine. Next year I hit the big five-0h. I've been teaching English for twenty five years now. My, how time flies." He crossed his hands over his chest and smiled. He liked her hazel eyes and how they twinkled. It was endearing. He's so fucking hot, Justine thought to herself. It was going to be a challenge to remain professional, especially since they would be sharing an enclosed space when there were breaks between their schedules. He mentioned his children's mom lived in Rockford? That obviously meant he was divorced, but was he otherwise involved? She made a quick glimpse to his left hand, which remained ringless. She was intrigued by him- his dark looks, his sexy demeanor. It was hard to deny there was a strong attraction between them. "Well, go ahead and make yourself at home here in my- er- our office. Here's a key. I'd just ask that you keep it locked up when you're not in here." He dangled the key in front of her. As she went to grab it, he playfully tugged it away. She looked up at him through her eye lashes and he winked. He grabbed her hand and placed the key in her palm. "Good luck at your first day with the adults, Ms. Kendall." When she was sure he was far away, she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse and made a call to her best friend Todd. She pictured his tall, lanky form curled up in bed at this early hour. He was a bartender in Boystown and shared a loft there with his partner Braxton. Two gorgeous men who treated her like a princess. The problem for her and every other red blooded female in Chicago? They were in love with each other. Life was sometimes just not fair! "I was just having a dream I was sipping sangria with you and David Duchovny at Emilio's," Todd's smooth tenor uttered sleepily. "This better be good, Ms. Justine." "I'm in lust with the department head," she sighed, sitting down at the desk that had been put up just for her. "Tall, handsome- we're talking some kind of southern European breed mixed with Irish. Forty nine. Probably divorced." "Mmm," he uttered cautiously. "Sounds delightful, but do be careful, lovey. It's best not to mix business with pleasure. It's always nice to look, though." "Ugh, Todd!" she sighed with frustration. "It's been four months. I haven't ventured for real penetration since Andy. A girl's gotta get some play beyond the vibrating objects, right?" "I think dear Andy didn't measure up to the vibrating objects, eh?" Justine rolled her eyes and laughed, knowing there was no love lost between her gay best friend and ex yuppie boyfriend. "I need to go, sweetie, but I'll talk to you later," she said swiftly as she glanced at the time. "Cocktails Friday with Brax and me. Bring Delilah and Simone," he said before telling her his usual parting "I love you" and kiss-kiss. She turned off her cell phone and sighed, glancing at the clock. She had to swing by Diana's desk to pick up her copies of her class syllabus and the first day's homework assignment. Smiling as she thought of the secretary who so generously offered to make her copies, she made a mental note to bring her some coffee and doughnuts sometime. She liked to make people happy. Her class was a well-received one as she glanced down the roster. Although twenty five was a rather hefty number, she liked the initial class discussion she'd brought forth on a very simple poem by Robert Frost. The age range was anywhere from nineteen to fifty. It would be interesting to hear various generations' ideas and see what their talents were in composing poems. Later on, as she typed away on her personal laptop, she heard the door crack open. Mr. Flynn stepped in quietly and closed the door behind him. She felt her pulse begin to race a little as she tried to appear calm and collected. "Well, inquiring minds would love to know, Ms. Kendall," he uttered as he sat down in the chair across from her desk. "How did your first class go with the big kids?" "Please," she smiled. "Call me Justine. And it was a great class this morning. After the initial introductions and beginning of the session banter like attendance and policies, we had a great discussion on some Frost poems." "Very well, Justine," he replied, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "I'd love to come observe sometime. That is of course unless it would make you nervous. I'd love to hear you lead a discussion- maybe even join in on one." "You're welcome to join me anytime," she replied smoothly, then remembered professionalism as she began to imagine his hands on her body. She cleared her throat and sat up properly. "Well, I'm about to let you get back to enjoying the solitude of your office in just a few minutes here. After I send this email I'm done for the day." "Oh, it's no problem, Justine," he said gently as he casually admired the curve of her neck. He longed to brush the hair away and taste her... Good Lord this was going to be a challenge... After a few moments of heavy silence as he worked away on his own laptop, she packed up and stood, smoothing her shirt carefully and nervously. "I'll see you Wednesday." "Wednesday it is," he replied as his phone rang. He watched her leave and felt himself go hard. He predicted it would have to happen before the summer session ended. Professionalism be damned, he would touch her, kiss her, taste her... He imagined his throbbing cock inside of her tight velvety softness. He could hardly wait. Despite the circumstances- all of them, he wouldn't rest till he'd had her. "I'll see you Wednesday, Diana," Justine said as she stopped once more at the secretary's desk. "Thanks again for helping me out this morning- I really appreciate it!" "No problem, Justine," she replied. "Um, Justine, look out!" As Justine turned to walk down the hall to the elevator, she ran right into a man carrying a stack of papers in one hand and a bottle of pop in the other. He clumsily dropped the papers and spilled some of his pop on his red polo shirt. "Oh no," Justine said sadly. "I'm so sorry, really I am. I had no clue-" "It's ok, really," the man replied. She sensed his underlying aggravation, but he tried his hardest not to show it. "It's Monday. Of course everyone's computer went to hell over the weekend and yours truly gets to fix it. Being an IT guy sucks sometime, but who's complaining?" "Not you," she said jokingly as she bent and helped him pick up the papers. When she stood and neatly placed her pile on Diana's desk, she pulled some tissues out of her bag so he could wipe the pop from his shirt. He gladly took them and began to blot the best he could. "You blot like a pro!" "I'm perpetually spilling- I oughta be a pro!" Way to go, Rob. Way to embarrass yourself yet again in front of a hot chick. No wonder you're single! "I'm Justine Kendall, by the way," she said softly as she held out her hand. She couldn't help but giggle when he reached out his hand with tissue in it. He laughed awkwardly, stuck the tissue into his pants pocket, and shook her hand properly. "Rob Gleason," he said shyly. "Resident IT guy. If you ever have trouble with your computer, just give me a call." She smiled up at him. What a sweet guy! He was tall with tousled brown hair and blue eyes that shyly met her own. Unlike Alex Flynn, he was totally unaware of the fact that he was cute. With a few days' worth of stubble, there was something endearing about his rugged features. "I'm teaching a poetry class for summer," she explained. He shuffled his feet awkwardly as Diana stifled a little giggle. "Um, I guess I'll be on my way. Nice meeting you, Rob. Hope to see you around sometime." Rob watched her go and blushed profusely as Diana eyed him knowingly. "So I guess I'll be seeing you a lot more often in the English department now, huh? Just a little FYI, she'll be here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings." "Sheesh," he stammered, shifting his weight from his left to right foot. "I dunno what you're talking about." He smiled and walked away, this time with a little lilt in his gait. It would appear as though a pretty girl had noticed him. Who knew what potential that could have, he wondered. Friday had arrived and her first of eight weeks were now complete. Tension was thick in Alex Flynn's office. As she packed up her things to head out for the day, Alex leaned back in his chair and eyed her inconspicuously. He truly appreciated the casual purple knit dress she wore that day. It reached the very top of her knees and had one of those snug fitting tops that hugged her delicious tits decadently. She wore those black sandals again, and he loved her red painted toe nails. No doubt she had been spending more time in the sun as her skin glowed to near perfection. "So, um, you got big plans for the weekend?" she asked as she delayed having to leave. He didn't seem to be too enthralled in his work at the moment. In fact, it would seem he was checking her out. She had kept her back to him as she packed up, but she felt the heat of his stare. When she turned around, he was facing her. "I've got Sox tickets for Saturday, and Sunday is pretty much my lazy day. Gonna catch up on some reading," he said gently. "Say, if you're not busy, could I interest you in some lunch? I was thinking about hitting Navy Pier- there's several places there to eat, ya know. I know you have your laptop, so you could just leave your things here if you'd like." "I'd love to join you," she said calmly, but inside her heart was thumping. She grabbed her purse and followed him out the door. To her surprise, Rob stood talking to Diana. She smiled and walked casually up to him, as Alex followed behind. "Hey Rob! Good to see you again! I'm not going to bump into you this time, I swear it!" "Oh, I see you've met IT guy extraordinaire!" Alex chimed in as he joined the group. He slowly put his hand on Justine's shoulder in a way that made Rob's heart fall a little. He tried to ignore it. "How's it goin, man?" Rob said quietly. "Good seeing you again, Justine. I guess I've got some work to do back in my office. I was just checking on some hot spots up here." Justine watched him walk off and he seemed almost deflated. She wanted to talk to him, but Alex urged her onward. "Diana, we're headed off to grab some lunch. If you could just send out those flyers to the department I'd really appreciate it. I'll see you around." He hailed a taxi and opened the door for her as a proper gentleman should. Expertly he directed the cabbie where they were headed, and he casually caressed Justine's knee before he placed his hand on the sticky leather of the back seat. "So you never said what your weekend plans would entail," he asked as he edged closer to her. She smelled his cologne and felt intoxicated. Her hormones were her enemy as of late. She wanted this man so badly she could taste it, but knew it would be wrong to act on them. It had been a long time since she had felt this whirling sensation to copulate. She bit her lip as she admired his dark brown eyes. "Cocktails tonight with some friends on Halsted," she said gently. "Tomorrow I'll do some lesson plans, and Sunday is kind of up in the air." "Boystown, eh?" He laughed gently. "I guess going to the gay bars is the place to find hot chicks. I had a friend once who pretended to be gay. He ended up hooking up whenever he did it. I guess I shouldn't be telling you the tricks." "Oh, I'm sure I've run into that kind before," she replied. "I guess a man's gotta do, huh?" She laughed nervously and then felt like a silly teenager. "And here we are," he announced. He handed the guy a twenty and guided her to the entrance. The Pier was packed as normal. He put on his sunglasses and looked gorgeous in form fitting jeans and a light blue button down shirt that he'd left untucked. Looking like he'd just stepped out of a magazine, Justine saw various women checking him out- some not so shyly. She wondered if he saw and guessed that he did. "I need a Mai Tai. Come on, Justine. Follow me and I'll buy you a drink." A gentle breeze caressed them as they headed into the hubbub of the jaunty tourist site. She breathed in the scent of Lake Michigan and roasted almonds as the neared a stand selling the delicious treats. When Alex handed her the cool juicy alcohol-ladened drink, it refreshed her mouth as its coldness stung her. "Here's to your first week," he said, his voice covered in sexy. She clinked plastic cups with him and smiled. They bantered back and forth about various writers, discussed politics briefly, and pondered if the Bears would do anything good with their upcoming season as they sauntered to the edge of the pier. The lake was peaceful as Justine realized she'd just consumed the entire drink on an empty stomach. "I'm a little tipsy," she said softly as Alex turned to her and laughed. He looked down at her and tugged a lock of hair. "Can I be completely, totally, and utterly honest with you about something, Justine?" He said after a brief silence. He pursed his lips and subtly pulled her closer to him so that she had no other choice than to put her hands on his chest. He knew this wasn't smart, but he followed his heart every step of the way. "Always," she replied as her heart pounded. His heart fluttered a little and he almost hesitated in telling her the truth. He looked down into her sweet angelic face and exotic hazel eyes. It was enough that he held her closely to him. It was even more than he wanted her with an urgency that was damn near painful. He leaned in carefully, moving her hair aside so that his lips graced her earlobes. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as he whispered. "I want to take you back to my condo, lift your dress up, slide your panties down and lick every last drop of your sweet pussy. How does that sound to you?" "I think," she said suggestively, definitely the alcohol giving her its sure-fired confidence, "that I would savor every second of your tongue, and I can only hope you'll follow with your cock... right after I've licked and sucked it till you're panting my name." "Jesus Christ, I want you," he said as he gently kissed her lips. "I've wanted you since I first saw you, Justine. I'd like to fuck you right here and now on the edge of Lake Michigan, but I suppose that would be socially unacceptable. We can go back now, or do you need to get into the office to get your things? We can always go back later. I don't plan on letting you get out from underneath me anytime too soon. One of the security guys will let us in." "If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to burst," she panted. "We'll worry about my laptop after I can think clearly. All I want to do touch you and taste you." "I'll second that," he said as he brushed her hair back as he imagined doing earlier. He nibbled her neck and she gasped. "Taxi cab now. Please feel free to use your fingers. You don't live far, do you?"