4 comments/ 40010 views/ 1 favorites Touchdown By: LynnGordon It's 4pm Friday and I'm skipping out on work, again. I'm with the same group from work, again. We're all well on our way to being drunk, again. What the fuck, I know we'll have a good time, again. I work for a lighting company. We consult with, and sell lighting to the construction industry. It's not a bad job. Sometimes the hours are shitty and no one really makes enough, but I do like the people I work with. Not my bosses, especially, but there is a group of us that like to drink and hang out, and though we don't always intend to, pretty much every Friday, one of our group is whining to leave the office by 3:30 to go and drink away the previous week. There are 4 of us guys that are usually up for it and 2 or 3 girls as well. We all like to drink. They're a pretty good crowd. Sarah, Jen and Trish are the girls. Sarah is a smoking hottie that giggles a lot and is engaged. Jen is cute in a slightly forgettable girl-next --door way, and she's a lesbian. Trish is an okay looker with a dirty Brit loudmouth that makes her seem more like one of the guys. Steve and Ben and Jeff are the guys in the group and they're all pretty good guys, fairly easy-going and fun to hang with. I'm sort of the oldest of the group at 37. Jeff is a year younger than me, but he acts a lot older sometimes. He has that whole wife and kids thing going. Steve and Ben are both younger -- still kids in their mid-twenties. "Brent! Brent!" Trish is yelling at me, as usual. I don't know if that woman has a volume control. "Brent, bugger! It's your turn to get a round." Wow, we threw that last round back pretty fast. I hadn't realized. I motion to the waitress for another round for everyone and I sit back to enjoy the usual bullshitting. Good-natured insults and half-hearted flirting continue to bounce back and forth. It's a good way to end the week. A few hours later, I'm watching as Sarah totters off, slightly drunkenly, in her high heels. Everyone is starting to head out - to start their weekend away from work. As usual, the girls drop out first. As I watch Sarah, I'm thinking that it'll be a good night to go home, smoke a joint and maybe throw Sarah into the spank-bank rotation. Steve and Jeff head out. They live in the burbs and still need to drive home tonight. Ben lives out in the sticks as well, but as he and I are usually the last men standing he often leaves his car at work or at my place if he's been drinking. I'm thinking happily of my short walk to my downtown condo, while I order another beer for Ben and me. For a kid, Ben can drink. He's a pale blonde. He's cute in a lanky way, or so the girls tell me. They've rated all us guys on our looks and have no problems telling us exactly what they think to our faces, especially Trish. She really doesn't pull her punches. I've been told that my dark hair with just a hint of gray is pretty sexy and that my body is pretty good, "for a guy my age". Fucking Trish. She's not that much younger than me Ben and I throw back a few more beers and work on getting friendly with our waitress. One good thing about having women with you is they usually start chatting up the waitresses first, which lays a nice groundwork for when they're gone. Our waitress is Trina, and she seems to follow the rules for waitresses in this place -- blonde, with a tan and a hot body. The way these girls dress, it's just fun to look at them, but why not see if you can make some time? She's got a short tight black dress on that is showing off her surgically enhanced boobs. Ben and I know that we'll both try for her until we get slapped down or she shows a clear preference. We both like long, blonde hair. No hard feelings either way. I'm thinking Trina is just flirting for tips at this point, and I could smoke weed and jack off in the comfort of my own house, where beer doesn't cost $7. I do like watching her walk around in those sexy black high heels, though. But just when I'm getting ready to settle the bill, Ben is getting a major energy rush. He says Trina has a bunch of friends coming to meet her here and she is going to bring them over to sit at our table with us. They may all go out to a bar or a party when Trina gets off-shift. At the prospect of practically being served a platter of hot chicks, I settle back for another beer. Ben and I are having a great time and are getting pleasantly drunk. Trina is as good as her word and brings her 4 friends over to our table when they arrive. As usual there's a mix. There's usually the quiet one with a boyfriend or a husband, the less pretty one, and a party girl. None of these girls is as hot as Trish, but none are unattractive. I'm feeling pretty good now. I'm drunk and I'm thinking that there's a good chance I'm going to hook up tonight. The girls are also getting buzzed and a couple of them are definitely party girls. Their flirting is getting more and more obvious and the conversation is getting a little dirty now. Trina has loosened up a little now that her friends are here, but I still can't tell if she's interested in me or Ben. I am getting semi-hard from the liquor, the conversation and all the cleavage on display. It gets to be the end of the night. Everyone is pretty drunk. Trina has gotten off-shift. Her friends are talking about going to a house party. I mention heading over to my place to smoke a joint. Trina seems torn. Ben and I are looking at each other, trying to see what's going on in the other's head. He's a really good guy, and the best part is that we've partied together so much over the last 3 years that we've figured out a good way to deal with most situations. Ben says he's up for a little weed. I cock my eyebrow at Trina, and say "I've got enough to go around..." With a glance at her friends, Trina makes her decision. "Can we take a cab? These shoes are killing my feet."?" "Sure. It'll be a short trip." We're settling the bill and Ben and Trina are trying to convince the other girls to come over and have a mini-party at my place. I'm looking at her tight, high ass and I'm thinking that I don't really care if they come or not. Eventually just Ben, Trina and I grab a cab and head to my place. Trina may not know how the night is going to go yet, but Ben and I have run this play before, and I'm pretty sure everyone will be happy with where this goes. When we get in, I grab beers for everyone and open the patio door. I love my place. It's got a small balcony with a great view, and although it's not professionally decorated, I take advice from women I know and it doesn't look like a college kid's bachelor pad either. It's never hurt me to bring women here. I let Ben and Trina have a friendly argument over the music selection, while I pull out my weed. Then we move outside to smoke on the balcony. The night noises wash over us. I have left the light off, and there is only the light from the street and the businesses below us. Ben won the skirmish and we are listening to classic rock -- Pink Floyd. It always goes well with pot. After a minute, Ben puts the play in motion. He inhales and leans over to Trina and slowly puts his mouth against hers. She gets the idea and opens her mouth to take in the smoke he exhales. He smiles at her and says "I hate being wasteful." She laughs and exhales. Then she sort of leans against Ben a little. He strokes her arm while she puffs on the joint. You can see she has made her decision by pretty much going with the flow. When it comes to me, I do the same thing as Ben and slowly bring my face close to hers. She seems a little shocked at first, but when Ben keeps stroking her arm she smiles, and leans into me. Our lips meet and part and I exhale into her mouth.. We're all standing really close now and Ben and I are sharing our smoke with Trina back and forth. I start playing with her long blonde hair, and I can smell the fruity smell of her shampoo, even over the pot. Then she moves her lips to mine to share with me, and I feel her tongue flick mine. I deepen the kiss, holding her head, and tangling my fingers in her hair. Ben still has his hands loosely around her waist, with her back to him. When we come up for air, I am staring to get seriously turned on. I want to get my hands on her body. I want her hands on me. When she turns to kiss Ben over her shoulder, I put my hands on her ribcage and start brushing the underside of her tits with my thumbs. She's wearing a little black dress that shows off every line of her body. I'm picturing the underwear she has on underneath it. After a minute she turns back to me and we start kissing again. My hands are more aggressive on her than they were before. I just want to squeeze her tits so hard. My dick is so begging for her, and I start rubbing it up and down on her. In the meantime Ben has pushed her skirt up and is squeezing her ass cheeks. Trina peels her mouth from mine and moans breathlessly. It's definitely time to take this party inside. I turn and head into the house. Ben is kissing Trina and moving her inside as well. They end up on my oversized leather couch, and I am getting seriously hot, watching them, with her skirt pushed up around her waist. She's wearing a hot pink thong and Ben's hand is all over it. I love that she still has her black high heels on. I pull my shirt over my head and sit down on the couch on the other side of Trina. Leaning into her neck, I lick and kiss her behind her ear and down onto her collar bone. Her nipples are hard and clearly pointing through her dress. I can't wait anymore and scoop one breast out of the clinging top of her dress. The pinkish nipple is small but swollen. Trina starts whimpering as I roll her round breast around in my hand. I love watching my slightly hairy hands on her. I squeeze and knead rhythmically, and my cock is pulsing to the same rhythm. Trina starts rubbing my hard dick through my jeans with her hands and now I'm moaning. That's when I notice Ben is standing to remove his shirt. I push Trina down flat onto the couch and pull the top of her dress down so her tits are completely bare. As soon as I see them, I move my mouth to her nipples and start sucking in a hard greedy way. My tongue is flicking over her nipples, and I just can't suck hard enough. If I'm not careful, I'm gong to leave a hickey on her nipple. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ben's pants drop and I know we're at the 10 yard line. Trina is fumbling for my cock and I help her open my belt and jeans. Then her hand is pulling my hard dick out of my shorts. She's squeezing my shaft every time I suck hard on her nipple, and I know I better slow down. I know what I really want and I start licking and biting my way down her body, peeling her dress down as I go. Finally my face is right in front of her hot pussy and I can smell her through her wet panties. I push them aside and push my finger into her hot slit. She's dripping wet. When her hips start pushing her pussy at my face I look up and see Ben, naked, bent over her, kissing and fondling her tits. I can see his tongue flicking over one hard nipple while his hand his lightly pinches the other. When he starts fisting himself, so do I. With my other hand, I move the crotch of her panties aside and flick my tongue over her clit. She tastes so good. I get serious about eating her out, licking up her juices and stabbing my tongue deep into her hole. Trina's moaning and whimpering is getting louder and more desperate every second. Her sounds are making me want to explode. But I know I don't want to make myself come. I stand up and pull my pants off. "Oh, don't stop! I'm so close" Trina yells. "Don't worry babe." I grab a condom from my wallet and walk back to the couch. Ben has seen what I was up to and has also stood up. Time to run it in for the touchdown. He's helping her up onto her knees. "Trina, I'm so hard. I really want you to suck my cock. Suck it until I come." Trina slowly licks the length of his rod from base to tip and he throws his head back groaning. As she wraps her mouth around his shaft and swallows most of his dick, I can't keep my eyes off her sweet ass, thrust into the air. I come up behind her and pull her thong down to her knees. Reaching around I slide my finger over her rock-hard clit, and line up my throbbing cock with her hot pussy. I slide in slow and deep, and it feels so good. She's so hot and wet and I feel like I can't get deep enough. Ben and I settle into the same pace, thrusting into her mouth and cunt at the same time. As I start thrusting into her harder and faster, I can feel my orgasm building. "Ben, get her nipples. Oh fuck, I'm going to come soon." I have one hand on her hip, holding her so I can pound hard and deep, while my other hand is on her clit, so that when I thrust her forward, I push her slippery folds along my finger. Ben has his hands on both her breasts, so he can tweak her nipples every time he pushes his swollen rod down her throat. We're really going now and all you can hear is the music and the wet sounds of our skin slapping against each other. "Oohhhh!" A scream escapes Trina, just as I feel her muscles clench into a hot fist around my dick. When Ben sees her open wet mouth he strokes himself hard and fast so that he shoots into her open mouth and on her parted lips. She is still yelling as the waves of her orgasm are washing over her. Feeling her hot body clutch me and watching Ben come all over her sets off my own orgasm and I pull her onto my shaft as I come inside her. My face twists into a grimace as I keep coming and coming. I feel like I'll never stop. Gradually though, my muscles relax and I sit back on the couch, panting. Ben is sitting on the arm of the couch he was braced against, and all I hear is, "Touchdown." Touchdown By Phil Lane With Freddie Clegg The Fourth Story in the Joe & Jenny Series. A sequel to Thesis, Such Sweet Sorrow and Tales from a Far Country. WHAT'S WHAT Touchdown is the fourth episode in the story of the relationship between Jennifer McEwan, also recently known as Vyera Anatol'yevna Kuznetsova an adventurous academic who is studying BDSM games and adult play behaviour and her husband Joe, a civil engineer who is anxious about his wife's sexual interests and where they might lead. Touchdown is the sequel to our last story, Tales From a Far Country in which Jennifer/Vyera had to endure rather more adventure than she was expecting and takes the story on after Jennifer is unexpectedly reunited with her husband Joseph and her parents one summer's evening in Stockholm. If you are a new reader, this short resumé will help you understand what is going on! The tale began in our first story Thesis, when Professor Angela Dawney, Jennifer's Head of Department and her research supervisor persuaded Jenny to enroll in a consensual slave training programme organised by the adult experience and adventure company, Inward Bound. Angela claimed this would be an excellent psychological laboratory for Jennifer to pursue her research but secretly, the Professor hoped to drive a wedge between Jennifer and her husband and win Jennifer's affections for herself. Inward Bound has received investment from what purports to be an international transport business called Freddie Clegg Enterprises but is in fact the front organisation for Clegg's highly illegal abduction and slavery operation. Freddie Clegg Enterprises also have hopes for Jennifer's research - to help them identify and recruit willing victims. Angela, anxious to use Jenny's experiences for her own benefit at the earliest opportunity, almost sabotaged Jenny's participation at Inward Bound. The effect of this was to disturb the ever paranoid Clegg organisation which led to Jenny and Angela experiencing what they imagine to be a CIA inspired "rendition". This claimed to be an investigation into Internet Crime but was really an attempt to discover if they were actually in the pay of Clegg's arch Russian competitor, Anatoly Kustensky who, by an innocent but most unfortunate coincidence, is an old friend of Professor Dawney. In the end Jenny completed her course at Inward Bound and returned home, marked emotionally, physically and psychologically by her experiences. She realised that she cannot suppress her desires, and wished more than ever to share her lifestyle preferences with her husband. The second part of the story - Such Sweet Sorrow - takes place in the months which follow, when Angela has the opportunity to tell the tale of her 'rendition' and interrogation to her friend Anatoly Kustensky. One bright day in London, as Jennifer makes her way to a medical library to pursue her research, she vanishes and despite an extensive and energetic police investigation and the efforts of Joe and her parents, no trace of her can be found. Tales From a Far Country follows Jennifer's further adventures after her abduction. She is subjected to a carefully calculated psychological programme designed to change her into Vyera Anatolyevna a slave to Anatoly Kustensky and his family and also to complete her data analysis and research project. One summers evening, after her psychological conditioning appears to have been a complete success and when Anatoly and Svetlana Kustenskaya his wife are aboard their yacht in Stockholm, Sveta suffers an emotional breakdown and releases Jennifer. Touchdown follows the storm which breaks in the wake of Svetlana's flamboyant and generous gesture and follows Joseph and Jennifer's progress as they try to begin life together once more. Now, read on -- or start from the beginning with Thesis! PREFACE "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will soon land at London Heathrow Airport. Please return to your seats now. The Captain has switched on the seat belt signs and you should switch off any electronic devices as they may interfere with the aircraft electronic systems. Cabin Crew: ten minutes to landing ..." Joseph McEwan gazes out of the aircraft window as a panorama of suburban London stretches out in front of him, hidden and then revealed by gaps in the cloud as the 'plane descends. He turns and looks at his wife Jennifer as she stirs in her seat, dozing in the space between sleep and wakefulness. Joseph had not expected his holiday to end this way. He had not expected to return with his wife. He thought he and Jennifer's parents had gone to Stockholm to bid Jennifer a final 'farewell' and admit to themselves and to one another that Jennifer had gone forever. He had been planning to return and restart his life over, perhaps with a new partner. Yet, here she was - but who was she now? The Jennifer of memory was slim. This girl is muscular. Jennifer was pale and creamy. This girl is deep brown. Jennifer had short spiky hair. This girl is bald -- not even shaven, but bald. Jennifer had brown -- or blonde hair, according to her whim. This girl has no hair, except for eyebrows. Jennifer spoke English and Swedish. This girl mutters in her sleep in a language Joseph has not heard and does not understand. The aircraft is much lower now and Joe can pick out the pagoda in Kew Gardens and the smart suburbs of south-west London. He feels reassured by their solid familiarity. Trees. Streets of houses topped with grey slates. Larger houses with gardens and red tile roofs. The forces generated in the aircraft as it turns and banks and descends, the noise in the cabin as the engines slow, then power up, the groaning as the ailerons extend and then extend again to increase wing area and lift as the aircraft makes its controlled descent, all these finally disturb the sleeping girl. She opens her eyes and manages a smile. Her hand searches out for Joe's arm and squeezes it, for company and reassurance. Joe glances once more out of the window. The buildings near the airport are much lager now and speeding by. The airport perimeter fence flashes past beneath the starboard wing. The aircraft yaws slightly left, then right and there is a solid bump as the main wheels connect with the tarmac and a more gentle bump as the nose wheel makes contact and the aircraft levels. A moment later, the cabin fills with the roar of the thrust reversers and Joe feels himself thrown forward against his seat belt as the aircraft slows faster than he does. The noise of the engines fades and as the plane turns off the main runway a voice says, "Welcome to London Heathrow Airport Terminal Five. We are now taxiing to our stand. Please remain in your seats until the aircraft has come to a complete stop and the seat belt sign is 'off'. After the aircraft has come to a standstill, please be careful when opening the overhead lockers as items may have become dislodged during the flight and could fall out and cause injury. Please note that you are not allowed to smoke in the Terminal Building. We hope you have enjoyed your flight. It has been a pleasure to look after you and we look forward to welcoming you again on board another British Airways flight soon." Jennifer, faced with a barrage of instructions feels re-assured. Nowadays, she likes instructions and orders. It keeps her grounded. If she follows orders and instructions she does not get punishes and often, nice things happen. Joe faced with the prospect of another flight feels exhausted at the mere suggestion. 'Another flight? No thank you' he thinks. 'No more flights.' He just wants to get back to the security of home. He just wants to get his wife back home, too. Whoever she is now. Touchdown Scott had suffered a recent career setback: he had missed a long-hoped-for promotion to Head of Section. Anatoly had opened a successful North American subsidiary in his Engineering division. Scott had suffered a severe financial reversal as the value of his home and other investments collapsed when the real estate bubble burst: he could no longer afford to send his children to Yale or Princeton, something he had schemed for and looked forward to, for long years past. Property values in the DC area were rising after the election a Democratic President and the growth in the Federal Government, but Scott feared that this upturn was coming too late to help his cause as much as he needed. Anatoly had made his fortune during the economic turmoil which came in the wake of the Soviet collapse in the early nineteen-nineties. He has used his inside knowledge and his contacts astutely and had worked hard. As the Russian economy recovered itself, Anatoly enjoyed the status of survivor, then successful business man and finally he became almost one of the New Aristocracy. Anatoly could afford to be generous and would have been magnanimous, if he had met his old adversary. Scott could no longer afford generosity and now, stung and goaded by what seemed to be the effortless success of his enemy, his natural generosity of spirit was transmuted by the hot, bitter fire of jealousy. He would get Kustensky! Quite simply, once and for all, he was determined, that he would get Kustensky. There was always something if you looked hard enough and the fall of Kustensky could propel him beyond Head of Section, perhaps even to Deputy Director. (5) References: 1. The Central Intelligence Agency of the United States is the principle intelligence gathering agency of the US Federal Government and has close relationships with colleagues in the Intelligence Services of allied nations. 2. The British Security Services: A. MI5 is now referred to as The Security Service. It is responsible for protecting the UK against threats to national security from espionage, terrorism and sabotage, from the activities of agents of foreign powers, and from groups within the UK who plan to overthrow parliamentary democracy by political, industrial or violent means. B. MI6 is now referred to as The Secret Intelligence Service. SIS collects secret intelligence and mounts covert operations overseas in support of British Government objectives. SIS functions are to obtain and provide information and perform other tasks relating to the acts and intentions of persons overseas, in the interests of national security, with particular reference to the government's defence and foreign policies, in the interests of the economic well-being of the UK and in support of the prevention or detection of serious crime. James Bond works for MI6 C. The Metropolitan Police. Has a number of sections whose work brings them into close contact with the work of the Security Service such as serious organized crime and terrorism. SO15 is the Counter Terrorism Command set up to deal with this work. 3. Inward Bound and Jennifer McEwan's adventures there are described in 'Thesis', the first book in this series 4. The Greenham Common Cruise Missile Protests were a cause celebre in the UK in the 1980's. In brief, UK Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher (who was a controversial and divisive person herself) agreed to host nuclear-armed Tomahawk Cruise Missiles at the Greenham Common airbase near Oxford. The aim of the policy was to counter the installation of nuclear-armed SS20 missiles by the Soviet Union in The German Democratic Republic, i.e. communist East Germany. 5. For those of you interested in Scott Anderson's misfortunes with property see United_States_housing_bubble on Wikipedia. Touchdown Enjoy your new life. Your Hosts" For a moment, for several moments actually, Tracy finds it hard to understand what the words mean. Her mind begins to cycle through the possibilities. Mistaken identity? Extra-Ordinary Rendition by the US Treasury Department on account of irregular bookkeeping? Kidnap for Ransom? Criminal Extortion? Collateral against unpaid accounts? Tracy rapidly re-runs memories of some recent business transactions. But maybe that was the problem. There were no transactions when there should have been. Bills to pay which her father refused to authorise. She thinks again about The Treasury and the Department of Justice ... these are the people who she really wants to stay clear of. The people who could so easily have her on their 'wanted' list, for the things he was doing on behalf of Daddy - and then Tracy brightens up. The US government agencies would want her to go west and she was (apparently) going east. She was carrying information. In her head. Perhaps a trade was possible? Perhaps it was time she left the Corporation? Perhaps the information she carried would mean she could go free-lance? (6) The Dangerous Wild Animal Tracy wakes from sleep. The rumbling noise has ended and she can hear other noises, outside. Voices. Suddenly, she has the sensation that the container has been lifted and is being moved. The forces generated by movement allow her to make some guess about what is happening. There is the slightest feeling of descent, as if she was in a lift and then a thud as the container grounds on something, something which once again begins to move. This time the noises are different. Tracy guesses she is on a road truck. She is finally going to where ever they are taking her. Tracy has been on her own, in the container for over three days now and has lost her sense of time. She cannot form a particularly clear sense of how long she has been in her cage. She has no idea of the time of day. What she does have, is a building sense of anger at what is happening. She's angry at being taken for a sucker by Hans-Peter. Angry at being over-ruled by Daddy when she told him about the seriously over-due accounts. Angry about being manoeuvred -- by Daddy -- into taking more responsibility (she really means 'blame') for the Corporation's financial position. Most of all she's angry at being abducted and held for ransom by the Corporation's creditors which, she thinks, is the simplest explanation for her predicament. Jeez! It's medieval! Red formless anger is filling Tracy's mind. She does not notice that the truck has stopped. She does not hear an access ramp being moved up to the doors but she does hear the outer doors open, and she does feel the in-rush of cool evening air as she is blinded by the flash lights of people coming into the container to get her! By the time her cell door opens, Tracy is incandescent. All the disappointment and anger she feels for her father is directed at whoever these people are. She hears a female voice say in accented English 'now who have we here?' and taking hold of her wrist. Tracy forms her free hand into a small tight fist and projects it as hard as she can towards the voice she has just heard. She feels a very satisfying contact. Her wrist is abruptly released and whoever it was, collapses into a heap on the floor! However, The Voice has assistants. The next hands which take hold of her are larger, stronger, rougher. However hard Tracy writhes and struggles, she is held fast. She is half dragged, half carried out of the container, down a ramp and into some sort of building. But Tracy can still talk: "You bastards! Lemme go at once! Do you have any idea who I am? Do you realize what is going to happen to you? Get your goddam hands of off me! Oh Jeez, stop this at once!" By now, Tracy has reached another cell in a basement corridor -- her very own cell. She is being held fast whilst someone is cutting her clothes from her body with paramedic shears. They slice and pull and in seconds, she is as naked as the day she was born. Someone gives her a firm shove, sending her sprawling back against the white painted wall. The people -- men, maybe women, it was hard to tell -- abruptly leave her alone, to continue to scream and pound on the locked door of her cell with empty threats until she is finally overcome by the fatigue of disorientation and fear and surrenders to sleep. (7) References 1. The FBI in US Embassies abroad 2. The Marriott in Potsdammer Platz 3. The conversation in German - Hans Peter - is this place free? Tracy - Yes, this place is not taken 4. Blue eyes. A story told to Phil by a West African friend 5. Insomnia Night Club can be found on the web. Phil read about this place in a magazine at the dentist's, but he has not had the chance to check it out yet! 6. Flunitrazepam Check out its effects on-line. 7. Eastern Wind Container Express can be found on Inter-rail 8. Russian Railways rail freight 9. More on Tracy's arrival at the Dacha Kustensky can be found in 'Tales From A Far Country' in the chapter "An American Cousin"