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Sugar Daddy's Delight Vol. 01

By: c1992w



Author's foreword: Warning: if you read this both reconciliation and a new love awaits: please move on and read someone else's submission if you will be offended. As usual a reader cannot 'get it up' with my room-temperature sex descriptions and I use multisyllabic words to express my POV of life in general both in the story and the dialogue. I am pleasantly surprised that I have as many readers as I do, frankly, and thanks to you, and especially those who make constructive comments - public and private. Also thanks to Literotica for providing a forum so wannabe writers like me can learn to write!

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Martin Caldwell was a 55 year old, divorced father of two grown children, fit, and a successful salesman of Machine tools and controls to specialty manufacturers. He traveled at least 25,000 miles per year. His former wife complained that his extensive traveling was the cause of their love growing cold and her subsequently falling in love with someone else. 

Of course, it was painful to him and even more so for their oldest daughter, 23 who was pregnant with her second child at the time of the big family explosion - his son even talked his wife into breaking off relations with her mother, and so far she refused to even visit her Mom. 

This stunningly beautiful daughter, Susan Caldwell Feinberg, was one of those children born to make visitors ohh and awe at just seeing her. She grew up taking many sport type lessons but only excelled in Ballet. By her senior year in high-school she would entertain friends by standing on her toes effortlessly or raising her leg forward so that she could touch her nose with her leg. But she had no interest in college or professional dancing and just wanted to be a housewife. Jerry Feinberg came along and she became Susan Feinberg. Until her belly was big from carrying their first baby she looked as if she well could have been a dancer for the New York City Ballet.

Their playboy son, Marcus (Mark) Caldwell, was a recent college graduate, almost 22 years old and, by way of contrast with his sister, took the parents breakup in stride. Marcus was tall, handsome and Pussy-whipped. He visited both his father and his mother regularly - but only for a moment when on his way to somewhere else. Martin had pulled strings to get his son a management trainee position in his company after college graduation.

Martin's ex-wife, Helen Caldwell, also mid-50s, was a self made woman 

selling high end and farm real estate. She was svelte and a top closer in the North Texas area. Like most driven people, she had only a few friends and none were close. She had very much loved her husband and children at one time but even then never quite backed off from incessantly thinking about 'the next sale.' 

By the time the four person conference was held in his wife's divorce attorney's office, Martin's male ego pain had eased mostly so that the negotiations went through rather smoothly. His wife only wanted half of all assets, and reluctantly, agreed to pay half of the few remaining family debts as well. She wanted no future money or retirement funds of her husbands and her mantra during the meeting was entirely, 'Lets get this over with as this conference is costing me money!"

Eight months after the divorce Martin found himself bored but financially better off with each passing month. He hopped bars and and recovery groups as he tried to find an interesting date, but nothing worked. And then there were the co-workers who insisted that they could fix him up with the next Mrs.Caldwell, but nothing ever materialized there either.

So, he paid his stiff fee for a 'Sugar Daddy' meet up site membership and began perusing the personal profiles of the college aged young ladies in the DFW Mid-Cities area who might be compatible, beautiful and who was looking to barter pussy for college money. This meant that he was looking for someone whose view of life was such that college loans sucked for that special lady! At first he summarily rejected the beautiful ladies because their profiles described someone completely not his type. He kept looking for the elusive beauty who might fit his win-win personality. He was shocked at just how few there were.

There was, however, a plain looking lady who was exactly what he wanted, personality wise. He was reluctant to meet her because she was frankly 'country' looking. But the two kept a stream of emails flowing to each other. Her name was Dimple Washington. He was crazy about his pen-pal at one level but kept thinking, "For 50 thousand dollars a year, I should be able to get 'Helen of Troy into my bed.'" He kept making dates with beauties in his search while he wrote and received long pointed emails to Dimple Washington.

Today, for example, one year after the divorce was granted, one such beauty sat across from him. Martin slumped in a Starbucks easy chair listening to a young lady drone on and on about how she wanted to 'make a difference in the world' after college. He had made a date with her because her profile was ambiguous, but that she just might be worth a latte to hear her out. In five minutes he was bored stiff, but he felt generous and good, physically and mentally, and offered the courtesy of hearing her out. The fly-paper that attracted the lady was Martin's money, but she was hopelessly unable to grasp what kind of man Martin was. He mused while she yakked, "I have money in the bank tax-free because I bought a modest condo with my share of the proceeds from the sale of our spacious home and acreage. I can do better than this!"

Martin's profile had said in part, 'Successful gentleman seeks suitable coed...' While the lady sitting across from him talked non-stop, he continued to think with no facial expression, "You certainly look like a million dollars, Bitch, but a scatterbrain dedicated to fixing the planet can't possibly make the cut. Whew! Someone is going to spend a whole lot of time with you, poor creature, and my problems don't seem so major by comparison."

At a lull in her talking, he had forgotten her name, but said, "I am interviewing a number of college coeds, Miss. What I am really looking for is a compatible person who will keep my house clean, prepare some meals when I am in town,

and of course be my Squeeze in a committed relationship for the duration of the contract interval we agree to. There, of course, will be plenty of time to be a full time student. At the end of the day the successful candidate doesn't have to borrow money for the coming year's college expense and we will provide each other with... companionship."

After the chatter went on and on he cut in and said, "You are a stunningly beautiful woman at 19 and I certainly can see why your high school student body voted you 'most beautiful,' so I will remember that when making my choice within the next week."

After a few more wasted moments of chit-chat that even involved a desperately strong sexual 'come-on' on the candidate's part, Martin said, "Thanks for coming out and please take this cab fare as a token of my appreciation," as he pressed twenty dollars into her hand. 

The salesman went home and put a TV dinner into the oven and logged on to his Sugar Daddy account to see

if more nibbles had happened in the last 24-hours. There were none who were interesting. In desperation for companionship he finally made an appointment with his long time Sugar-daddy pen pal, Dimple, for the next late afternoon. 

When she walked into Starbucks, Martin was, frankly, shocked. This young lady did, in fact, look ugly compared to the others. But he persevered since she had so many characteristics he wanted in a relationship - including a bottom line drive to be successful. She had kept suggesting a meet up and he kept refusing until this afternoon.

Martin Caldwell sat across from an iconoclastic young lady dressed in a spring chill running suit - her top was wet with sweat. (By way of contrast, the others had been dressed to the Nines.) It was her firm body and tall proud frame with a vanishingly small fat content in her skin that captured his attention - he could have sworn he saw a statue of her body in an Athens Museum once. After five minutes of in-person greeting and introductory chatting the first substantive thing Martin asked of her was, "May I touch your arm?"

She smiled and said, "Of course. Go right ahead."

Afterwards he replied, "Just like I thought, your tiny arm feels like a steel pipe. You obviously are fit, just like you said."

A big smile broke out on her face and she replied, "Thank you, Martin, your compliment made my day." 

Feeling at once relaxed he said, "Please tell me more about yourself and convince me that, indeed, you don't lie - ever."

"O.K. Here goes: I am 19 and just finished my college junior year on a Petroleum Engineering degree plan. So far I carry a 3.94 GPA and work very long hours to do that. I am from a painfully poor family and transferred from a a community college here for this past school year. I paid for my first two years with savings and summer work and help from my poor Dad. I paid for this year's expenses with Student Loans and I shudder to think that the loan repayment will be brutal. 

I was a track star in a small East Texas high-school and I stay fit as well by adding strength training more now than I did."

Martin chuckled, "I can tell easily, Dimple, to say the least. How did you fund day to day expenses during this past year? Savings? Money from home? or what?"

"First the loan amounts exceeded tuition, books, and Dorm residence costs. My Dad has a second, part-time job and he sends me a few dollars when he can. Right now I live out of a suitcase with 3 other girls in an apartment house and I am desperate to move out. I will get another series of loans for the coming year soon if you choose not to buy my services. Then I will move back into the Dorm to begin my Senior year."

As she talked, Martin was impressed by her eye contact and habit of telling simple truths - for example, she had run 4 miles to this coffee shop from her apartment mostly not believing a 'Martin Caldwell' with whom she had been corresponding for four months could be for real. Although she was not 

the raving beauty who he was seeking, her mind was focused 24/7 on her goals. 

Her personality completely overwhelmed him. He reasoned, "She has the wherewithal to succeed in a world of mostly old-boy engineers. I also believe she is committed to telling truth." He made a sudden judgement call and asked, "Have you had dinner?"

She replied and said, "No."

"Please have dinner with me, Miss Dimple. I will drive you to your apartment and wait in the car while you dress to go out. O.K.?"

Dimple had a big smile on her face but was thinking, "I just met this person but if he is a masher I could break his arm easily and he sure does seem like a nice calm person who has it together." Then she said to her companion, "O.K. And thanks I am famished after my third run in the past seven days for a total of 20 miles."

Martin waited in his car in her apartment house visitor parking area. He said to himself, "This is not coming down the way I envisioned it. I am the money bags and she is supposed to 'sell me on her.' But she has sold herself to me and I am waiting for her like waiting for a date. But she is so real, and she, like all those with extreme ability I have met have a magic about them. I have become the suitor of a plain looking woman, albeit one who reeks with mental and physical health and who is driven to succeed. This is going to be a fun experience. I just know it!"

He heard a tapping on the driver side window and he clicked the door unlocked and Dimple got in, moving gracefully just like a lady. Her green dress was the best possible color she could have picked to make herself as pretty as she could be. Her make up had been lightly applied, but it made her skin look as if there were no imperfections at all. Martin said, "You're shockingly pretty when you are dressed up and wearing make up, Dimple, compared to being dressed in running clothes. Are you popular with men?"

She thought of the underlying question in his mind and replied, "Mr. Caldwell, you are not getting a virgin so if that is your goal I will just say good night before we start."

Martin felt like he had been smacked with a club and asked, "When did you learn that I like bluntness and directness, along with truthfulness?"

She replied, "Well, in one of your emails, I guess. Besides that I am riding in your 80 thousand dollar luxury vehicle and you are wearing a coat that must have cost you a week's pay for me, so I reason that you are successful and must stay focused 24/7 in order to rise above the crowd like you have. People like you walk away from those who dance and fence with words. I damn sure will not ever be guilty of that as life is too short for such nonsense."

Her words slapped him in the face again because he had wished to meet a straight shooter for twenty years, and here she was. But, his only response was a big smile. He started the car and said, "I hope you like steak because I am in the mood for that."

"Hello! I am, too."

Over dinner she discussed two movies and two books that influenced her more than any others and the more she talked the more she talked herself into a contract with Martin, without even trying. Her shocking attitude was, 'I don't need you - you need me - though that definitely not the case - financially, anyway.' Both told corny jokes and political jokes and laughed raucously. At the end of the dinner - and Martin was amazed further that she ate a 12-ounce steak, potato, and a full plate from the salad bar as if it were a snack - her host said, "I am going to have a desert wine, and you are going to save me money because you are too young to drink! Hooray for me!" They both roared with laughter.

Much later he pulled his car back into the same visitor slot of her apartment complex as before. He pulled out an unsigned 'contract' and gave it to her. He said, "I need two character references I can call in your home town. In the mean time this contract says in plain language that for a sum we will determine later, you will take care of my property, be my companion, and we will be each other's exclusive sex toy for the next twelve plus months. Please study it and pencil in the sum of the tuition, fees, books, and labs you expect and any objections you might have to a part of the document. The University shuttle bus stops one block from my condo so transportation will not be an issue. I will cover your food and health insurance for this interval as well."

After Dimple gave him a sheet of paper with the character references listed she said, "I will do some calculations tonight and make some entries and hope to see you again soon, Martin."

He smiled and said, "I am in the office tomorrow and I will park here about 5:30 and lets talk. Will that work for you, Dimple?"

"Yes, perfectly. I will see you tomorrow," as she opened her side door to get out and shook his hand. She continued, "and thanks for your engaging conversation and a wonderful dinner." She disappeared into the dark.

As he drove home Martin felt like he was enjoying an exciting dream and his energy level seemed boundless. Arriving home he played some Viennese waltz music and danced around his living room. In a sales meeting the following day the VP-Sales manager even commented, "Everybody note that Martin is in a good mood today. Again his sales totals have beaten everyone else's for the past quarter but this is the first time he has been this elated. The production manager even told me that

he and Martin and the customer video conferenced and worked through a solution to the last screw up we did to their order. The customer was even chuckling before the conversation ended." Applause followed.

Back in his office he got rousing recommendations from both of Dimple's character references - one said she took 100 percent care of two youngsters for a full week in the children's home while the parents were vacationing and the other said that she tutored the kids who lived 'on the Westside' in math and science. After hearing this his elation and desire to soon see her even grew more than before.

At 5:20 he sat in her same apartment parking slot as before and waited. He saw her coming and clicked open the lock and felt his smile grow larger to match hers. She sat down beside him and handed over the 'contract' with all the fields penciled in, plus she had signed it in ink. After some greetings, Martin studied the sheet of paper and noting her bottom line cost was within his budget, he said, "Care to drive over to look at your new temporary home?"

"Oh, yes."

The two walked into Martin's condo and she consciously gasp and held on to the gentleman's arm. His home was

spotlessly clean and the owner said, "A cleaning service comes every other week to clean up - I will be discontinuing that service now that you are here." He showed her his entertainment system and book case.

Suddenly she pointed to a book she had already described as the most influential she had ever read and said, "That book explains exactly how you have managed to arrive at middle age successful with no loose ends untied. I have hit the jack pot, Martin!"

The next was a small bedroom with a 'bow-flex' strength training machine and a cardio stepper sitting along side it. There were also some free-weights and a bench. The next bedroom was used as an office in that it had a desk and his digital equipment. A printer sat on a locked file cabinet. Martin

said, "Dimple, feel free to use my office for your studies or the dining room table in my absence. I have a book case in storage to house your books when they are not with you." 

There were two portraits on the wall. He said, "The first is of my daughter Susan and her husband and my two smiling grandchildren. Martin said, "She is my pride and joy - and has managed to remain consumed with love four years after meeting her chemist husband." Pointing to the second, he said, "This is my 'Charged-Off' son who fancies himself as the worlds greatest lover. He will make a run at seducing you, knowing that we met via the Sugar Daddy site. But he very often bobs his head at windmills so I just ask that you tolerate him when you meet him. He is struggling at an entry level job with my company while tip-toeing around sexual harassment charges. Dimple, I am not proud of him."

She replied, "I can understand why, Martin."

The lady gasp quietly when they walked into the large master bedroom with a kingsize bed along one wall. Above the headboard of the bed was a muriel like painting of the skyline of New York City. 

She could only say, "Breath taking! Going there is close to the top of my 'things to do before I die' list. He chuckled and said laughingly, "Stick with me kid, we will go there long before you die! I fly to New Jersey about 3 times per year and we will combine a pleasure and business trip

together. I love the Met Opera and occasionally a musical appears that interests me."

Continuing the tour he said, "The bottom three drawers of that chest there are for your things." He held her hand and they walked into the closet that showed his clothes hanging on only one side. He said, "You may use the other side entirely."

Once again, the look on Dimple's face was as if she had just confronted the real Santa Clause. She said, "I am certain I will be waking from this dream shortly."

In the bathroom off the master bedroom, Martin showed her how to use the water jets in the tub. He said, "Maybe this will make you feel better after a very long run."

After showing her the foodstuffs and pots and pans and dishes, they sat in the living room. He asked, "Still want to spend the next 12 plus months with me?"


Sugar Daddy's Delight Vol. 01



"More than ever, Martin."

"How long will it take you to pack your things, Dimple?"

"I am packed because while I have camped out with other students my living was done out of my two suitcases, a box of books, and a leaf bag of Miscellaneous things ."

"Well, young lady, lets finish taking care of business and go get them." He reached into his jacket and retrieved the contract. In the not-to-exceed amount field he erased the dollar figure she had penciled and inked in an amount that was about 5 percent more. She watched him sign the legal size sheet and then step into the office. He returned in a moment with a copy and gave it to her. He poured two glasses of wine and said, "I propose we toast our coming year together. "

After they drank, Dimple made the first move to touch her Sugar Daddy by hugging him and lightly kissing him on the cheek. She only said, "My goal is to make you satisfied entirely with your purchase - so much so in fact until saying goodbye in 13 months will be the most difficult thing you will have ever done."

Martin simply smiled and said, "Hear Here!"

At bedtime that night both were tired and fell into the kingsize bed asleep after showering separately - Dimple wore a simple gown and Martin wore only his boxer shorts. Six hours later Martin got up to piss and returned and fell back to sleep. At that point Dimple moved over and held his cock. She was shocked that his erection was large and instant because she had read that men past 50 were slow to become excited. 

He was wide awake instantly and moved his body into a position that made her access to him easier. So she immediately began copying what she had seen watching a porno with her three room mates. She almost gagged when trying to get his member down her throat, and backed off. She then recalled that the slut of the four roommates had said, "Gently rub his balls downward while your mouth and 

fingers are on the upstroke when sucking his cock, and you can delay his coming as long as you wish." 

After a few minutes of this Martin's butt started coming off the bed and a low level continuous groan of pleasure came from his throat. Her sense was that he wanted to finish now. But she stopped pleasuring him and got on top of him so that she could guide him into her. But, she was forced to gradually get more and more of him into her since he was much larger than the 2 boys she had known. But this had the effect on Martin of easing his desire to explode and allowed him to just enjoy the moment. In about 5 minutes he was all the way in and enjoying one of the high moments of his 55 years. 

Again, Dimple remembered the slut saying, "Squeeze your kegels on the upstroke to make him last a long time." After practicing that for a few minutes Martins low level moans of pleasure started again and became progressively louder. She sensed that he would finish soon and then relaxed to just meet his up stroke with her down stroke. The explosion came abruptly, and for one moment Dimple feared he might

have a heart attack because his body was thrashing around so violently. He then calmed down and so did she.

They both collapsed from exhaustion. 

She was still on top of him and didn't move after his soft member came out of her. Dimple thought, "The slut told me, 'don't forget your dildo' when I said goodbye to them. But hell, this old man gave me my very first natural orgasm. Lucky me! But, this is over in a year so don't get hooked on it, Dimple." There was a smile on both faces as they slept on the sheets they had dampened.

After two sex events in the morning Dimple said, "I am super impressed you got it up the third time in 8 hours."

He said, "Speaking of getting it up, we had better get ready for a 5 and 3 year old tornado this afternoon about 4 or so because my daughter and grandchildren are coming. She is excited to meet my new companion."

She smiled and said, "That sounds great to me and that will give us enough time for a short run and a shower. You in the mood for that?"

"Yes, but I need to pace myself and don't be alarmed if I turn around and go home leaving you to finish your run on your own."

The run of the two new lovers started at a very slow jog but increased progressively. Martin would blast ahead and then slow back down to a jog and continued the pattern. After 45 minutes or so, Martin slowed to a fast walk and said, "That's it for me. I'm on my way home and please join me after you finish your run, dear Dimple?"

She squeezed his hand and burst forward into a solid run. Martin looked with envy at the youth who had already given him so much pleasure and whose heels were now almost touching her buttocks as she sped away.

After her post-run shower, Dimple went into their bedroom naked drying her short hair with a fluffy towel. Martin stood up and said, "God! I want to kiss your body so badly but we don't have time because the 'tornado' will be here any minute."

She replied, "Oh, that would be fun! But, why don't you plan to spend the night between my legs after dinner tonight? I would really like that!"

"You have a date, lady."

Martin walked into the living room area while Dimple put on her clothes. The next thing she heard was two young voices scream, 'GRANDPA!' followed by lots of chatter. Dimple walked into the room to see his stunningly beautiful daughter transferring the three year old from her arms to her father's arms. Introductions and small talk went on and the impatient five year old was tugging at Martin's pants legs saying, "Lets go see the ducks on the pond, Grandpa."

After Martin and the two children left the condo, Susan hugged Dimple and told her, "You are exactly what Daddy needs if everything he emailed me about you is true. My brother thinks it's a crazy idea and he says that my Mother went bonkers after he told her and is livid that he would do such an expensive thing."

"Well, Susan, it's his money and he must work very hard many hours each day and the concept itself is a sound one when one thinks about it."

"That's not the half of it, Dimple, because no one quite grasps the red-eye flights and being alone except when he is in the presence of a customer. He then comes home to an empty house after not talking to a soul for a full day sometimes. And then he goes out socially to meet someone only to find a world of mixed up people just like my mother."

"Does your brother support him the way you do?"

"Ha ha Mark is an asshole and not even worth discussion. He only comes by and stays a few minutes, and even then they can only discuss shop-talk. Daddy put his reputation on the line by getting him the job he has - against my counsel, I might add. Every time Mark comes by our house my husband says, 'Don't you need to be somewhere else Guy'? Mark is a bummer!"

The two ladies discussed food and cooking and other daily activities that pleased Martin Caldwell, along with some things that really perturb him - like asking questions about his ex wife. As the chatting continued Dimple and Susan found that they, too, had much in common and slowly a bond started building between them.

The man of the house returned with his two charges who excitedly ran to their mother to describe what they had seen at the pond that the homeowners association maintained. Susan said, "Mom has seen the pond and the ducks why not tell Dimple what you saw."

At that point both children converged on the new comer excitedly talking about a new, multi colored duck that was not there during their last visit. Dimple became animated with excitement at their descriptions. She said, "It sounds like some mallard ducks in our pond when I was a little girl. In the real cold weather it was my job to feed them, otherwise they found their own food." Her chatting with the children went on and on, and she noticed that this gave Martin and his daughter, Susan, time to be alone for their talk.

There were cookies and milk served and the non-stop chatting finally died down. 

Susan said, "Get your things together and give Grandpa a big hug we need to get home to meet Daddy when he gets home from work." After this was done the older child went over to Dimple without any urging. Unexpectedly, the child warmly hugged Dimple's neck and planted a kiss on her cheek. Seeing this, the three year old did the same. 

Visibly surprised, Martin and Dimple paused their private conversation and simply looked at each other. This was followed by a big smile on the Grandpa's face, and then his daughter's face as well.

After they were alone later Martin asked his new girlfriend, "Want to take a walk to unwind from their visit?"

As they walked around the common areas of the condominium complex, the lovers talked about their immediate plans. Martin had been trying to come to a decision and finally did so. He asked, "I fly to Heathrow late Monday. Are you comfortable navigating around DFW airport with all the construction going on? Obviously I am asking, do you have a lot of experience driving?"

"Martin, in the country I started driving at ten years old because by then I could see over the steering wheel. And yes, I have driven to DFW for passenger pick up or drop off four times. I have driving confidence and have yet to file a claim on an insurance company."

His response to that was simply, "Hmmm."

She said, "Now that I can afford it I will take five courses because you will pay my tuition, fees, and text book costs - not to mention my living expenses. Also, before this semester starts, I will be coming up to speed in some difficult material - for example, applied Stochastic processes." I also must read 3 or 4 hundred pages of petroleum-related publications. But, while doing that I will keep you sucked dry so you will have no desire to even look at another woman while you are under contract to me. Also, I have agreed to occasionally baby sit your grandchildren while Susan and Jerry go out to dinner. So, that will be my focus." 

The deep down smile that took over Martin's face made his young lover, inwardly feel excitement of a, 'job well done.' 

About my Heathrow travel, I will get to spend more time with you Monday if

you drop me off and pick me up on my return. To do that, may I get some information off your driver's license?"

After she handed it to him he said, "Excuse me a minute," and pulled out his iPhone and pasted a number in to call. The speaker phone started with, 'you have reached Easton Insurance..' and he dialed an extension and said, "This is Martin Caldwell. Please add Dimple..." He read off the particulars and finished by saying, "Please call me to confirm this after she has been added to my policy."

Dimple was bursting with pride that she had won this man's trust quickly and still could not believe that her life was not a beautiful dream at this point. 

Later the two were on silk sheets naked in the brightly lighted master bedroom.

For the first time Martin had paid very close attention to her small breasts. He said, "You told the complete truth about your small breast size but you neglected to tell me that you have gigantic nipples. Oh Boy!" He kissed her body until his tongue ached followed by his whole body aching from tiredness before he fell asleep.

His lover was aglow. This was the first time Dimple had felt a man's tongue on her anus but concluded silently, "I like this!" as it had brought on her second orgasm. She had wanted to kiss his cock but Martin refused so she had spent a half hour coming down from her exciting evening before she dropped off to sleep. 

Monday morning he got the suitcase and suit hanger out and started teaching Dimple how to pack for his travels. After this was done he said , "I am sure there will be something I have forgotten but you are so focused on details until after you have done this a time or two I won't even need to check it anymore. Each travel is different, but study the itinerary that I email you and my two children as soon as the Travel department sets me up."

On Monday afternoon Dimple drove the the super luxury sedan as if she had done it a hundred times. She could tell that Martin, sitting beside her, was actually relaxed as he evaluated her skill at first and then gave up watching, obviously satisfied.  

At his terminal she pulled into short 

term parking. Watching the clock

they sat in the car 'making out' like teenagers. The traveler said, "We will be arrested for indecent exposure if we don't stop. Besides, we have many months getting to know each other's body and mind." 

Later Martin reluctantly turned her hand loose outside the TSA check point and

she watched him disappear behind the barrier of people. At this point, tears of happiness flowed freely down her face. She returned to the car and drove home. She said out loud to nobody, "This is as good as it gets!"

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Three weeks later Dimple sat in her first class as the new semester started. She thought to herself, "Well, my Man came through. He wrote checks as I presented the college bills without flinching or comment." 

Now, Martin had been in New Jersey for the past three days and she would be picking him up late in two days. She could tell right away that the semester was going to be academically difficult. The next afternoon she had run and then was on the bow-flex machine doing leg curls when she heard a pounding on the front door. She knew it had to be one of Martin's two children - probably Mark - and said standing behind the door, "Who's there?"

"It's Mark Caldwell, Dimple. May I come in?"

She had met him just once when he had stopped by unannounced and found her having just finished a 7 mile run and looked growdy. He gave her body a once-over but then focused on her eyes. He continued to look directly at her when Martin had introduced the two. 

So, she asked herself, "The big question now is, why is he here?"

She said through the door, "You may not come in, Mark. Your father sends you an itinerary when traveling and you have no business here when you know I am alone. So leave quietly and I won't tell your father you wanted to barge in here. Don't do this again, please." 

Mark said, "Aw come on, Dimple. We both know you are just a very expensive whore. Why not play with a real man on the side a little - Dad will never know."

Dimple was livid with rage. But she held her breath and counted to ten and finally said, "You can not afford me, Mark. Please go away now!" At that she returned to exercising, determined to ignore him.

After she finished her workout Dimple walked back to the front of the condo and looked out the window. Mark sat outside in his sports car without moving a muscle. She watched for a full ten minutes and then the sports car roared away. 

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Mark Caldwell's put-down was brutal on his ego! "How dare a whore talk to me like that?" He sat in his Corvette trembling as he thought a thousand thoughts. "Should I break a window and enter? No, I had better not do that because she just might 'rip my arm out of my socket' as Susan had said she could and would if I put a move on her." 

Those growing up with a silver spoon in their mouth find it difficult to deal with a woman who chooses rather than one who is chosen in the sex game. This was the first such encounter for Mark, and it hurt badly! In time it even dawned on hime that his father's whore destroyed his self image. He fired up the 450 horse power engine and sped towards his favorite hangout bar.

Mark sat in his usual chair positioned at the bar drinking an exotic double Daiquiri. His thoughts continued to drive him crazy, as they circled round and round in his head. A woman's familiar body slid into the bar seat beside him and said, "HiYa Mark. Wanna buy an old pal a drink? What you are drinking looks good."

He looked at the voice's owner and grimaced. Betsy had been one of the party girls who frequented this bar looking for 'Mister Right' and giving up because all that had been available to her were variants of 'Mark Caldwell.' He started a meaningless conversation by agreeing to buy her a drink, and then her chatter started. As she spoke he remembered, "The first time we got it on, the aftermath was a feeling of 'she's-just-a-wet-fuck'. But during the past two years either she got better or my standards went down - one or the other. We wound up in bed several times but only when I was desperate." He looked around the bar and no other candidates were there at the moment. He breathed, "This is not my fucking day!"

After a while he said, "Millie! Drink up and let's fuck!"

She replied, "Hey there is no hurry. I haven't had lunch and we can spend some time enjoying each other's company. Loosen up, Mark! You look like the IRS just just screwed you where I hope you will be screwing me later! Heh heh."

He replied, "Actually, it was worse than an IRS audit and I still feel rotten. Maybe the magic you wield will make me feel better."

Two hours later the two were in his bed and she felt like she had had a banner day. She thought, "Mark hasn't eaten my pussy for the last two times we fucked. He doesn't know that that is the only way he can get me off. If he doesn't eat me now should I break the news that he can not make me orgasm with his cock? But if I tell him that then the fancy dinners and good booze will disappear. What's a girl to do? I will just continue to fake it, I guess."

Mark started kissing her ample breasts and then moved down to her pussy. She spread her legs to make access easier and he proceeded to tongue her clit while she continued to urge him to use more pressure so that her clit could feel the action. In a few minutes she had a mild, surface orgasm, and this prompted Mark to move up to missionary position to enter her when suddenly he lost his erection, entirely. 

He rolled over onto his back and she jumped on his cock taking him in her mouth at the same time. For the next ten minutes she used all the skills she had learned as a bar-fly for four years to bring him back to life. It was hopeless. 

She finally rolled off of him and lay on her back. Millie said, "I think you are under too much stress, Honey, so give me a rain check for when things smooth out. Will you?"

"Oh of course Dear Lady, in fact I had been planning to take you to the Petroleum Club for dinner soon. I am in a rough spot, so please forgive me. "

She replied, "Of course I forgive you. But I need to put on my clothes and leave because I need to be across town in a half hour. I will make it up to you, O.K?"

Mark waved his hand and said, "Of course I will be seeing you."

The playboy lay in bed with his head resting in his hands as tears streamed down his face. He spoke out loud to no on, "What is wrong with me? It's that whore that Dad has bought who simply jinxed me. No Mark, you are an asshole and should go to the mirror to see just how one is suppose to look. No, it's that country girl whose body looks like a goddam statute who is fucking up your mind! No Mark, you were fucked up long before she came on the scene. Yeaowwww!"

There was soon a pounding on his door and the apartment manager said, "Are you alright, Mr. Caldwell?"

Coming back to reality he said, "I am fine Mr. Jones, it's just that I had a nightmare. Sorry for disturbing your tenants."

He picked up his phone and dialed a number from memory. His mother answered with her real estate company greeting and her name and said, "How may I help you today?"

"Mom, I feel like shit and need to talk to you badly. Do you have any time?"

"She thought, "Shit! I am going to miss a showing that I really need to make," but then said, "I am 15 minutes from your apartment so I will be there shortly." 

Helen Caldwell found her son, Mark, sitting at his kitchen table. There was two thirds of a bottle of Haig and Haig sitting in front of the distraught 22 year old, and ice cubes slowly melted in a glass. She rushed up to him and hugged his neck with a death grip.




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At this point both were wailing as tears flowed. She asked, "What kind of problem does my baby have? Mom can help you solve it if will tell me everything about it."

"I am no good, Mom. I met Dad's new whore last week and she simply nodded when we were introduced. She 

had just returned from running and her top was wet from sweat. She saw right through me with her penetrating eyes and ignored me as if I were a moot point. Dad explained her degree plan and career goals and and what she would be doing for the next year. He said simply, 'she is a paid companion for the next year' so just get use to seeing her here when you choose to come around to visit me. Then he said, 'Mark, I fully expect you to be a gentleman in her presence or I promise a wall will fall on you!'" 

His Mom, inwardly shocked that her ex-husband cared so much for a paid companion, asked, "So, he has a high paid sex toy. What is different between her and your high-paid sex toys starting in your freshman year at college? He has one and you have many - I fail to see the difference."

"Mom, I can not get her out of my mind." At this point he related the full story of him banging on his Dad's door and her refusing to let him inside. He continued, "I lost my erection later trying to get it on with one of my regulars. I am no good Mom!"

"Son, there is always someone smarter and who has more savvy that one meets. You went to college, you can teach yourself to be successful. Why not do it?"

"Mom, in college I picked the easiest degree plans and focused on getting laid and partying, unlike Dimple, who

is in engineering and focused on becoming a known name in that industry. When she is not studying or cleaning his house, she is setting his soul on fire in bed. That should have been me whose soul is on fire set by a super woman like her. But instead, all I get are wet fucks! And today I couldn't even do that."

"Don't use that bar language with me, young man! How are you getting along in your entry level job your father got for you?"

"I am on probation because one of the office whores filed a sexual harassment suit. They would have walked me to the door except for their fear of Dad's reaction."

At this point it dawned on Mrs. Caldwell that her son, the one she had spoiled rotten in his pre-teens while largely ignoring her daughter, Susan, had major problems. She frankly felt fear and anxiety about his future. She said, "You are in a hole and must dig yourself out of it. Let me tell you a story that might help, Son. 

"Martin and I bought our first house before your sister Susan was born. It was too big for our budget but we struggled and made payments. But later I went through a dry spell when I just couldn't close a sale and Martin was a salaried sales trainee. I spread my legs just once for a prospect and made the sale."

"Did Dad ever know abut it?"

"No, and he still doesn't. But I was young and felt so badly afterwards until I said all the things to myself that you have been telling yourself that lead to your call me in your distress. But I resolved to double my hours and look for better leads and my sales started going up. We weathered that and a year later I became pregnant with your sister. Martin and I made it after I pulled myself up. Until last year there was never another man in my bed after my youthful indiscretion and you will make it, too, after you pull yourself up."

At this point his Mom's tears were overwhelming. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes. She then continued, "Everyday for the rest of my life I will regret bedding that salesman that led to my asking Martin for a divorce. Worse, I no longer am that high profile agent whose picture often shows in the real estate pages after I did what I did. I am trying to claw my way back to the top, and you have to do the same thing!"

"Mom, this is a different field and what you did doesn't apply!

"It does apply, the essentials are the same, Mark! You have got to spend long hours getting your arms around what your Dad's company is making and selling. Trust me this once, Son, your management will notice. It is important because if you don't you just join the ranks of the unemployed and unemployable. Nobody will buy your drinks and fancy food either. One other thing, Mark, in college you kept switching degree plans learning little because you knew that your mother wouldn't throw you to the wolves, but don't be so damn sure now. You are a man, grow up and act like it."

"Damn Mom, is my crisis that serious?"

"Son, I am trying my damnedest to become the woman once again who your father admires. I don't want to grow old alone or with a man I loathe. If you get busy, Martin just might stop frowning when we meet because he will understand that I played a role in your recovery because your sister will gladly tell him in no uncertain terms. So, if you really learned to understand those instruments and machinery a miracle just might happen for both you and me. Every foreman and product manager on the shop floor would go out of their way to brag on you to your father if you would just pull yourself together. Moreover, I just might have a chance with Martin, again. Do it to help us both, son, especially you."

Mark smiled at his Mom and stood up. He recapped the scotch bottle and put it in his liquor cabinet. Turning to his Mom he said, "I will give a college try to reorganize my confused mind - Susan says 'there is nothing but spaghetti between my ears.' I really want to prove her wrong and to be man enough to latch on to a decent woman just like Dimple. And I hope the best for you trying to attract Dad again. And, thank you for coming by, Mom, when I really needed you."

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Two months later it was Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Dimple had ridden the Greyhound to visit her parents and would be back Sunday night. Martin had just landed this afternoon and drove directly to the Product Manager's office, off the shop floor. He put a control module on the P.M.'s desk and said, "Harry, the customer said, and I quote, 'Your design people can not get it right. You are going to have to do better or I am going to check out your competitors.'" The P.M. walked out to a test bench and asked a technician to print the functional diagram in the digital circuitry. He took the sheet of paper back into his office and then pulled up the customer's order on his Mac.

Harry handed both copies to the irate salesman and said, "Martin, compare what he got with what he ordered. Every single component was exactly as the customer ordered."

After examining the diagrams Marin said, "Wow! I owe your guys an apology while I come up with and practice a speech to give the customer so we won't lose half million in sales yearly because he is pissed off."

"Martin, you make the big bucks and I am sure they won't go away after you have given them your magic pitch!"

The salesman said, "If he comes back and says we should have caught a glaring error like that and questioned him, what is the cheapest unit price I can quote for 30 more units?"

Harry told him as Martin headed out the door. The P.M. then hesitantly added, "Martin, one other thing that might make your day. Your son has really turned around, and congratulations to you and him."

The father asked asked, "Whaaa...t?"

"Yes. You know the new widget we are marketing that turns the pump-jack motor on when there is oil available to pump to the surface and then off when none is available." 

Martin asked, "How...?"

The P.M. held up his hand and said, 

"The sales department will take the course in due time, so hold that question, please?"

He then continued talking about the top salesman's son and said, "Mark took the only course on it I have given so far to employees and aced the written closed book test afterwards. I then bought him a beer and queried him to find out what he knew for sure - thinking that he might have hacked into the test and answers. But he hadn't. He understands the complex device from the ground up. In fact, he came back to me with several suggested changes that might make the course concepts more easily grasped by our customer students. Those changes are now part of the course outline. In fact, I am taking him to the Permian Basin with me next week for him to teach part or all of the first field presentation of this course."

Martin asked, "Are we talking about my son, Marcus (Mark)?"

Harry said laughingly, "None other. In fact, we have hired a media company to

video the 3 day course so we can detect needed improvements. Want to watch your son in action afterwards?"

"You bet I do, Harry. Thank you for the good news about Mark." 

Martin smiled and said, "Happy Thanksgiving," and left feeling a thousand times better than when he went inside. 

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The next morning two children were jumping on his bed screaming,

"Get Up, Grandpa. Where is Dimple?"

He hugged them after sitting up and said, "She is visiting her Mom and Dad. But she has promised to spend Christmas with us. Will that be nice?"

"Oh yes!" and they jumped down to go tell their mother the news. 

Missing Dimple so much he wanted to reach out and touch her while dressing, Martin said to himself, "You are entirely too attached to this Brainiac woman. How will you have the wherewithal to say goodbye to her? You are an old man and she deserves a shot at true happiness complete with a husband who loves her and a family. Prepare yourself to turn loose of her, Old Boy, when the time comes - forgetting his own advice for the moment."

Martin went into the living room and shook hands with Jerry Feinberg, his son and hugged his daughter.

Jerry said, "Mom and Dad bought a turkey cooker specifically for this Thanksgiving get together. Is everyone ready to go?"

The oldest child started jumping up and down and said, "Lets hurry and go now!"

Later, while the Feinberg grandparents were visiting with the children, and Susan was preparing side dishes, Jerry and Martin had a chance to talk privately. Martin Caldwell said, "I am hearing some amazing stories about my son turning his life around at work. Do you know anything about that?"

Jerry said, "Something has changed. He

was over at our house talking excitedly about some kind of new teaching assignment he had gotten. He even sat down to dinner with us - a first since your divorce, I think. He was more relaxed. Even the children warmed to him somewhat. You know he doesn't drive that corvette anymore you bought him while in high school, don't you?"

"Really?"

"Yes. He now drives one of the low end Acura's. He even had a sport coat and tie on when he last came. He has changed, Martin. It's about time, if you ask me." 

The dinner was served and Martin kept up an intense conversation at the table so that he would not cry tears of happiness about his son. After the senior Feinberg's said goodbye to the five and Jerry and his daughter had delivered him back at his condo, he said goodbye to them and the grandchildren.

Martin then got into his automobile and drove over to his son's apartment. He had parked in a visitor slot and was making his way to the third floor on the outside staircase set. He looked up and could see his ex-wife hugging their son

at his apartment door. Apparently she and her date had dropped by for a Thanksgiving visit and were leaving just as Martin was arriving. 

The first thing Martin noticed was how nice his ex-wife looked now, especially since she wore a beautiful holiday dress. Yes, he concluded he still missed and and wanted to simply hold her close to him. But not wanting to talk to them, he turned at a nearby door of a darkened apartment and knocked as if he were visiting. With Martin's back to the chatting couple, they did not see him as they passed. 

He then climbed another set of stairs and knocked on his son's door. When Mark opened it, he said, "Dad! What a pleasant surprise come in," as he voluntarily hugged his Dad for the first time in recent memory. 

Martin said, "I just wanted to wish my son a happy Thanksgiving Day. How are you, son?"

Mark said, "Well, Mom and her date took me to the Four Seasons for a fancy dinner. In fact, they just left and I am surprised that you didn't encounter them. Now I have just started getting into some technical manuals that are out on the new oilfield specialty product lines we are developing."

Martin said to his son, "I had heard from the P.M. and from Jerry Feinberg that you were turning a corner and taking on more responsibility. I am so happy for you! Now that you are actually studying tech manuals I am overwhelmed with happiness," as he could no longer hold back his tears of happiness.

"Dad, I am tired of chasing whores and lying to people in a saloon environment. I want a quality woman, just like the one you have leased for a year. So, in order to afford that I need to get to be very good at what I do. So I am hitting the books and suddenly my ears burn with interest when anyone who knows more than me is talking."

"Speaking of my woman, Son, I almost didn't hook up with her because she is too plain looking, but her other qualities more than made up for what she lacked in the looks department. I am so glad I did now."

Talking man to man now, his son said, "I can not even visualize my Daddy jumping on a beautiful body with a mixed up mind more concerned about fixing the world rather than fixing herself. Dimple is good therapy for you. Regrettably Mom's medicine didn't work but I have hopes she will learn from you get her own life together."

"Seriously, son, how is your Mom?"

"Well, happiness has eluded her but she is once again the top closer in her company - and has made a couple of friends. She works until tiredness simply overtakes her and then I suspect she goes home and dreams about her ex-husband."

"Well, Son, at the end of the day, I, too, miss her and wish..., " leaving the end of the sentence unsaid.

After ten more minutes of chatting, Martin said, "I am really excited with your first class in the Permian Basin next week - Harry told me. I will have to take that course myself at some point, so teach well! And that is an order from your Dad!"

This time the son embraced his father and said, "I am going to give it a college try, Dad." 

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Sunday evening late Martin found himself sitting in the passenger pick up area in front of the Greyhound Bus Station in Dallas. He saw Dimple walking towards his car, rolling a suitcase. Instead of clicking the door unlocked, he jumped out and ran to her so that he could take her luggage. The big smile on both of their faces told of two people glad to be alive and glad to be together. Driving back to his condo, Martin talked about his son.

"Dimple, I do believe he is pulling himself together - that means so much to a parent as you will know someday."

At this point, Martin told her about his son's achievements and new assignment and how he was fiercely working to come up to speed. 

She said with genuine surprise, "That is fantastic, Martin. I am so happy for him and you. About you, I told my parents that a boy-friend and benefactor who is crazy about me writes checks that pays my expenses. But no, I didn't tell them you are older than they are, or that I am your paid lover, and that I am back on my own after the degree awards ceremony in early June!"

By the time Martin got her suitcase into the closet at home for unpacking, he started clawing at Dimple. She said, "I need to wash the dust of the road off me first. Why not take your clothes off and wait for me?"

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It was two weeks before the office Christmas Party and the top salesman had a problem. The CEO had said to him privately, "Martin, be prepared to make a longer, more sombre speech this year since you will be pinch-hitting for the Vice President of Sales while he is on extended sick leave. Remember we have challenges with the zero interest rates and a collapsing economy, but assure our employees that we can weather the storm - even with declining oil prices, once again."

Martin replied, "Well, I once was a Toastmaster, so I will brush up on my techniques, Mr. Spikes. Thanks for the opportunity."

Later that evening Martin was coming down from a vigorous coupling with his live in doll, Dimple. While they were resting he said, "Dear, I have a problem and would like to ask how you would solve it."

"Yes, Martin, I will give it my best shot. Go ahead."

He told her about the party and the CEO's private conversation and added, "The VP-Sales is on his way to the crematorium - bad ticker that modern medicine can not fix. That means that I will be acting VP. But I want to be confirmed by the board as VP-Sales in time. For that to happen I must be publicly squeaky clean."

She said, "You mean that a 19-year old paid companion and 24/7 Squeeze can not be seen on your arm at a function where aging board members will be present?"

"Yes, something like that."

She thought for a moment. Martin always loved to see her face when the wheels in her brain were turning at a high RPM rate. 

She said, "I propose that I call Mark and ask him to make a quick trip home to be my date - with your blessing. You then call your ex-wife Helen and do the same - with my blessing, as if it were needed. We walk into the ballroom as a foursome - with me on your Son's arm and your ex-wife on your arm. We dance and party as normal although we can still dance with each other in between dances with our respective 'dates.' Mark will introduce me as his date and you will introduce your wife as your date."

"Geesh Dimple! I knew you were on the payroll for something and I had forgotten that solving problems is your strong suite." 

She playfully slapped him and said, "And all the time I thought your attraction to me was because of my Greek Statute body."

Martin covered his face and said, "That, too," as he dove between her legs.

—-

Helen Caldwell was showing a house to a couple when her cell phone rang. The LCD showed her ex-husband's name and she said to the prospects, "Please explore the master bedroom and excuse me just a moment while I take this call."

She moved to another room and said, "Hello, Martin. Thanks for calling."

She listened and her face broke out with a smile, and answered, "Yes, I will be your special date and will call you this evening to discuss the particulars - I am showing property right now."

She moved back into the master bedroom almost walking on air. The couple seemed impressed with her being suddenly so alive. Finally the house hunter husband said, "I would like to make an offer at the low end of the range you mentioned."

After the earnest money check was received and the offer was signed, Helen bid her customers goodbye and 

closed her office door. This was the first moment she felt completely alive since her and Martin's last anniversary dinner together.

——-

Mark Caldwell sat alone in his temporary apartment near many operating oil field leases. He heard the wind howling outside his apartment house as a cold front blew in from the North. He was ghastly tired of masturbating while reading the porno stories on literotica.com. But this was the only sexual outlet available to him in this single-man's 'wasteland.' Looking for suitable and available women was like looking for a dream to materialize. He struggled against it but sometimes he slipped back into depression feeling trapped in his surroundings. He had had a big promotion and was now paid well but his only close friends were his five fingers and the wind.

The phone rang and he slowly made his way to the bedroom to fetch it thinking that it was another company field technician with a problem to discuss. Seeing that the caller was Dimple Washington he said to no body, "God! I have gone off the deep end already."




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When he picked up before he could respond the voice said, "Greetings Mark. I hope you are well."

"Why yes, Dimple, all the problems that can be fixed are fixed. And I am well and have money in the bank because I have little to spend it on. Heh heh. Thank you for calling me, though."

He listened attentively to her plan and finally said, "You being my date even under these special circumstances will be the highlight of this month for me. And, I promise that you will have never met a gentleman to the extent that I will be with you at my side."

Dimple said in closing, "This is a suit and tie event but I have talked your father into wearing his tuxedo. A penguin standing beside me will make me look stunningly beautiful. And, it will do wonders for your future with your company so you might consider it!"

"Well, I own a tux although with all the hard physical work I have been doing, I am not sure it will still fit me, but I will have it altered if necessary."

"Mark, thanks. Your Dad will email the particulars of when he will pick you and your mother up as we four will go together. Goodbye."

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It was Christmas Party night and Dimple was dressed in a blue evening gown that floated around her as if it didn't even touch her body. The strings of the muscles visible beneath the baby skin of her small arms were the first thing one noticed about her. Martin had given her a credit card to go to a Parisian hair stylist in addition to asking her to buy herself the perfect evening gown. The sight of her decked out made his skin tingle. Again, he asked himself, "How will I ever be able to turn her lose in five more months?"

When Martin was walking back from Corporate housing with Mark, Dimple watched the two penguins musing to herself, "Mark is really a duplicate of his father physically. He could give me beautiful children but could I be patient while he continues his struggle to purge his demons so that he can be all he can be? His father had the same struggles in youth and I won him as a middle aged man. This was after every 'i' was dotted and 't' was already crossed in Martin's plan for his life." 

As the two approached the car, Dimple moved to the back seat and then Mark sat beside her, shaking her hand as a greeting. Almost as if he were trying to get his breath he said, "Dimple, how shocked I am at just how beautiful you are."

"Thanks, Mark, you look like a stunning model from GQ dressed in your penguin outfit yourself."

He smiled broadly and said, "I would like to tell you that I turned down a 'shoot' opportunity for Gentleman's Quarterly, but that is not the case. Heh heh." The remainder of the trip to his Mother's apartment was highlighted by the three making small talk.

While Martin was fetching his ex-wife date, Mark said, "I hope you have forgiven me for banging on your front door in Dad's absence. But, thanks for the put-down you handed to me anyway: You got my attention!"

She smiled broadly at him and said, "Your sister and father rave on and on about how you are turning your life around. I am so happy for you. At some point I expect you to fully understand what a mountain of a man your father is. He has worked very hard for long hours alone to provide for his family and get ahead and I am sure your mother did the same. I have admiration and respect for both, and intend to live my life the same way!"

"For what its worth, Megan, any 'turnaround' I have done or will do is because you were the catalyst! Thanks." The compliment made her feel wonderful, and there was nothing more that needed to be said.

The car's passenger side front door opened at the moment that Dimple looked at Mark's eyes in the now brightly lighted car. It had been the first time that Dimple had bothered. There was a faint hint of a smile of approval on her face communicated to Mark.

Martin said, "Dimple, meet Helen, my ex-wife. She is a top closer in the Real Estate game and gave me two beautiful children."

Dimple graciously said, "It's a pleasure to meet you and thanks for going all out to support Martin's career. Thank you, also, for agreeing to this foursome outing."

Helen replied, "Nice to meet you and I hear nothing but praise about Martin's choice of a companion."

After turning the car over to the Westin Valet, the four walked into the mezzanine ballroom where tables with 500 settings lined an open dance floor. There was an 8-piece dance band playing at the moment. 

The hostess gave Martin an envelop that contained 4 drink tickets, two bonus checks, and the four's seating assignments. The top salesman held his ex-wife's hand while Mark held Dimple's hand as they made their way to their seats. When they arrived the CEO and his wife were already at the table. Introductions were made and again when the CIO and Operations Manager with their wives arrived rounding out the 10 for their table.

Once seated and their one high ball was ordered, Dimple said to her date but where the whole table could hear, "I love that band, Mark. Don't you feel like dancing already just listening to that live sound?"

Martin interrupted and said, "Dancing? Helen and I paid for Mark's expensive dancing lessons for four years in middle and early high school. I am anxious to see if his Mom and I will have gotten any benefit from all that money we spent!" There was congenial laughter at the table.

Mark said, "My pleasure, Dimple."

Walking to the dance floor Mark chuckled to himself, "Well, I have spent a week reviewing and practicing steps watching Youtube, and I think I am ready."

Dimple said to herself, "I have learned ballroom dancing just enough to follow a good leader. Please don't let me down, Mark, and really know what you are doing on the dance floor - hey! life works like that, too."

Just as they got into position, the waltz ended and an American Tango number soon started. Mark pulled his partner's body firmly into his body getting into the tango position and took the first very long step forward on his left foot, heel first. Both he and his 'date' were ecstatic after Dimple, moved her right foot backwards on her toe at the same time. Mark's thoughts were, "She knows exactly what she is doing and I am once again in the seventh grade when I had these patterns down pat. Oh oh! I am getting an erection." Since Dimple's body was pressed to his, she felt the erection but made no indication that she did. Mark felt like he was flying as they danced on a nearly empty dance floor.

Dimple said to herself, "Heaven forbid! That worthless playboy has not only turned himself around he is an excellent dancer - competition grade. Lucky me to have the best partner I have every had tonight."

The next dance was a Sinatra standard fox trot and again the couple excelled moving in to a silver level Slow-Quick-Quick (SQQ) cadence so that they began to flow around the floor like water. At one point they danced by Martin and Helen doing the American style, SSQQ, and the four smiled broadly at each other. 

The dancing continued another half hour before the orchestra took a break.

Back at the table, the ten ate the multi course dinner delivered to them and affably chatted amongst each other. A house mic was delivered to the CEO. Finally he stood up as a spot light shined on him and said, "May I have your attention." The 500 people in the ballroom became silent. 

"I want to welcome everybody and to say thanks for another profitable year for our company - the shareholders are happy and I hope you are happy with your bonus check that was in your welcome package. Clinton Gore, our vice President for sales, I am sad to report, lies in rehab trying to recover from a heart operation. Our thoughts go out to him and his family."

"In the mean time, I have asked Martin Caldwell, our top grossing salesman for the past four years, to take over the duties of the Vice President - Sales. I will hand the mic to him so he can say a few words to you."

Martin started with a joke, "Did you about the one where a ..." After five minutes in which he talked of the renewed effort that everyone must make because of a weak economy and burdensome regulations, he showed his excitement on the opening of a division for Energy Industry specialty products. He finished by saying, "We all can work harder to make us more profitable and next year and the checks passed out at the Christmas Party then will even be bigger than this year."

There was a roar of applause and Martin humbly said, "Thank you so much."

When the band was playing again, the CIO asked Helen to dance, Mark went off to ask one of his young lady co-worker friends to dance, and Martin asked Dimple to dance. Dimple said to her lover quietly, "You made that speech much better than you did rehearsing it. Congratulations. You have stolen everyone's fire. Congratulations again."

"Darling, I could not have done it without you. How is Mark on the dance floor?"

Dimple replied with a smile, "If he can learn to conduct all of his life the way he conducts himself on a dance floor, then your son will become a winner - just like his Dad."

It would be impossible to overstate just how glad her words made Martin Caldwell feel. He said to Dimple, "Something grabbed hold of him and he turned his life around - I thought I had lost him. I can tell by the way he looks at you, that my contract lover had something to do with it."

She smiled and said, "Well we have talked but he hasn't touched me off the dance floor, but I like to hope that I did influence him positively. But change can only come from within an individual. I suggest let's see what the future holds."

——-

In very early March there was a Campus Recruiting Event for the university. She was pleasantly surprised that the engineering and other hard science candidates for degrees this year were as popular amongst recruiters as Bar-flies amongst Sailors on shore-leave in a Bangkok saloon. Dimple had hoped for an offer for an entry level position on an off-shore platform. None of the majors made an offer for such an entry-level position so she took a surprisingly high paying job with a global oil company - the extra pay was because she had to agree that she would go where she was needed at the time she started with the company, on June 15th. 

But she had mapped out her immediate future. Driving to the airport that night she pondered whether or not to even mention the event to her lover, as her new job happened past the date that it would 'officially' mean anything to Martin. 

Waiting at baggage claim she spotted him coming through the rotary door. He rushed up to her and picked her off the floor with excitement. She smiled with satisfaction that this middle aged man wanted her body and mind just like a horny teenager. He got his bag and display case and they went home.

After she had drained him later, now that she had learned how to overwhelmingly please her man, she looked down at him with a big smile and said, "Welcome home traveler!"

They were spooned and talking softly when at a breaking point Dimple said, "I have taken a position with Royal Dutch Shell and my start date is June 15th."

For the first time, reality had smacked him hard right in the face. He was forced to grapple with the thought that their ecstatic relationship was going to end soon. He squeezed her and she could feel his whole body convulsing in tears and she remained silent. In time he asked tearfully, "Where will you be assigned, Dimple, although as far as we are concerned that office may as well be on the moon?"

She explained the terms of the position and concluded with, "I will know the location on June 7th - and it will be where they need me at the time, world wide."

Shoring himself up he said, "Well, you will become as indispensable to them as you are to me. Thank you for being in my life this year!"

Dimple replied, "Thank you for providing me with a wonderful opportunity and thanks for loving me. I dare say that adjusting to life without Martin will be equally as difficult for me." 

In time, sleep overtook both, still spooned together.

——-

It was just before March Spring Break when the house phone rang. Dimple noticed that Susan was calling and answered it. After some chatty talk about the children and other newsy information, Susan asked, "Would you like to make some extra money during spring break. We would like for you to keep the children for a week while Jerry and I vacation in Cabo San Lucas to get out of this blustery wind?" 

Dimple asked, "Have you run this by your Daddy?"

"Not yet. I would hire you and they would insist that you be in charge but of course I will have to talk Dad into it. I would leave our car with you so you can take them places."

They talked price and Dimple's immediate thought was, "I need the money, and the children do mind me when I speak and are very, very fond of me. " She then said, "Since you are talking spring break week, I will do that if you can talk Martin into it. Oh, and there is one other thing. The children and I will be visiting their grandmother Helen a time or two during that week - she wants so much to reconnect with them. Would that be a problem for you and Jerry?" 

Susan thought with emotions ranging from anger to mild delight and said, "I don't mind but I have to clear that with Jerry - he is no fan of their grandmother!"

Fifteen minutes later Susan called again excited and said, "Both Jerry and Dad are on board. Thank you. Thank you."

The first night the children were in the house their excitement level was so high until it was nine before she finally got them to sleep. Afterwards she took a shower and was in the mood to kiss her lover's balls. She crawled between his legs and proceeded to do just that. In between his groaning with pleasure he said, "Stop please. I want to kiss your body!"

She said, "Not tonight. This is my party." So he just relaxed and enjoyed and soon she had jacked him off while his entire sac was in her mouth. Martin's groans were so loud she stopped and said, "Shhhh you will awaken the children!" 

Coming down from his high, Martin said to himself, "Just a few more months to go with this angel. How do I turn it off and stop myself from waking up with a scream when she is no longer in my bed? My God!~ What have I done to my mind? Damn it Martin, enjoy the moment!"

Two days later, the children were playing and the doorbell rang. Dimple went to the door and welcomed Helen Caldwell. She hugged Dimple's neck and said, "Thank you for reintroducing me to my grand children, Miss Washington."

They went into the children's bedroom and the oldest one recognized his grandmother and said, "Hello Granny Hellen," and smiled slightly but moved to stand beside Dimple, the younger one right behind her.

Dimple squatted in front of the five year old and said, "Granny wants to visit with you and your sister. Why don't both of you hug her neck and tell her what you have been doing. In a little while we all will go to lunch in a cafeteria. I will be at the kitchen table working but I won't go far, O.K.?"

Reluctantly both went over to their Grandmother, who by this time was crying with pleasure. Dimple eased out of the room and returned to her open book on the dining room table.

The Nanny could hear chatter going on and a box of toys being dumped on the floor and again focused on her studying. In about 15 minutes the older one came out and said, "Dimple, Granny hasn't seen the duck pond. How about going with us down there?"

So Dimple gave each of the children some dried corn and the four made the visit. They delighted at throwing a kernel and watching the ducks race for it. That activity gave Helen and Dimple privacy to talk.

Helen said, "I didn't get a chance to thank you for turning my son's life around - or at least starting him off turning it around himself. Thank you. I guess you know that Mark is madly in love with you - he didn't tell me but I could tell by the way he looked at you at the Christmas Party. I can almost read my son's mind."

Dimple replied, "Helen, Mark has a world of opportunities awaiting him - both in doing productive work and in romantic matters. It's too early to guess what choices he will make but I am glad he is on his way. As an aside about that new division that Martin talked about at the Christmas Party, it is really taking off with the fall of oil prices. Mark is one of the movers and shakers making that happen, according to Martin. Mark's Dad just glows with pride."

"Oh thank you for telling me that. I talk to my son every week but he would never tell me anything like that."

"Helen, there is something else you should know. Your ex-husband is pushing the big '6' '0' in a few years and the passage of time makes him think about a real companion - not just a one year contract companion. I know he sometimes thinks about you and occasionally he makes a Freudian Slip and calls me 'Helen' accidentally. He always points out the real estate ads when your picture appears - he is proud that you are a champion. My suggestion is to keep your chin up and develop an, 'I'll take what comes' attitude. Miracles do happen - depend on them!"

Helen was so choked up until she couldn't speak. 

At that moment, Martin Caldwell unexpectedly walked up pulling a trike with a bag of golf clubs on it. He saw his wife and Dimple together and the children down near the water's edge. He walked up to the two grownups and smiled at both and said, "Greetings ladies," although his eyes were glued on his ex-wife. He continued, "This is just to say hello and welcome, Helen. I am so glad that Dimple fixed it so that you could get to know the grandchildren again, Dear ex-wife. You are well, I hope?"

Clinging to his hand she said, "Yes, Martin, doing very well. I hope you are walking - and not riding - 18 holes, are you?"

"Yes, I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a foursome of my new salesman and two customers. I have decided that I will play my best rather than be a nice guy that I usually am from now on. But, Tee time is in 22 minutes and this golf outing came up in the last minute so here I am to fetch my clubs."

When the children saw their grandpa talking to their new Granny Helen they came charging up to Martin trying to climb his leg. The older screamed out, "GRANDPA," as the young one joined in trying to be lifted up into his arms. After a few moments of chatting between the two grandparents and the children there was a lull in the conversation.

Dimple said loudly, "Who's ready to wash their hands and get ready to go out to lunch?"

Over the children's excitement Martin said, "You guys eat all your lunch and mind Dimple," as he trudged alone back towards his condo to get in his car. 

——-

After one more day of Granny Helen's visit, a day at Legoland, and a couple of days of shopping and eating evening meals out when Grandpa Martin went with them twice, it was finally Saturday evening. Martin (in his car) and Dimple (In the Feinberg's car with the two children) were waiting outside customs in Terminal D. The two children, for the first time, became unruly in that they were impatient for their parents to get there. But since Dimple had brought special toys and cookies and they finally settled down to wait. 

When Jerry and Susan walked into the public area , both children exploded with excitement. After their greetings and hugs, Susan said, "How are we going to get you home, Dimple?"

"You're father drove right behind me and I will go home with him," as she handed Susan's car keys to her. The travelers were obviously very tired so the chatting time was short. They said their goodbyes and went home.

——-

It was very late May and Dimple walked out of the last final exam room on the university campus feeling confident she had aced it. She was anxious to see if her four year GPA would round off to 3.95 or 3.96, but she felt the latter because so many things were going right in her life. She was especially proud of her father and mother who had worked blue collar jobs all their lives, and who encouraged her and now told their friends about their daughter 'who went off and made something of herself.'




Sugar Daddy's Delight Vol. 01



While awaiting the shuttle bus back to the condo her cell phone rang and it was Mark Caldwell. She said to herself, "I haven't heard from him since the Christmas Party. What could he want?" She answered, "Greetings, Mark."

"Dimple, I would like to know what happens to you after the official degree awarding ceremony for the School of Engineering on June 3rd?" 

"Well, the very next day there is a trade show in Stockholm. Martin will fly there after the ceremony and we will have said one last good bye as lovers that morning. I plan to take a taxi to the bus station the next morning and go home. I will spend time with Mom and Dad. On the 7th I will know where I am going and will fly to where ever that is - Shell has many leases in the Permian Basin, by the way, so I may wind up being your neighbor as an entry-level Area Engineer for that major oil firm."

Mark replied forcefully with a bass voice, "I have a couple of weeks of vacation and hereby volunteer to to do two things. First, I would take you out dining and dancing at the four seasons after you say your final goodbye to Dad and get your diploma. Afterward I would deliver you back to his condo. 

"The second thing I would like to do is to pick you and your luggage up outside Dad's condo on the morning of the fourth. I will then drive us to your home town and deliver you to your parents' home. I would say goodbye at that point."

"But Mark, you can not have any fun in a town whose population is 2610. You should enjoy your annual leave. I don't want to owe you anything - although transporting me and my gear would help a whole lot." 

"Please Dimple, we would wow them on the upscale dance floor again (they have a small combo that provides dance music). You have my absolute promise that except when dancing I will keep my hands to myself! You are completely safe from my advances!"

Dimple paused for a moment and remembered how she dearly loved dancing with Mark because he was so skilled a leader. She also considered that all eyes were on them often at the Christmas Party. But the last thing she wanted to do now was to get involved with any kind of sex, especially kinky sex - e.g., her new lover wanting her because her former lover was his Dad.

But, she reasoned that the new division was a success and Mark really did play a crucial role in making that happen. She said to herself, "I am convinced that he has turned a curve! I also believe I was instrumental in getting him started pulling himself together - although it certainly was not my intention." She said, "Mark, I am not concerned that you might make an unwanted advance on me - you know I might break off your arm and beat you over the head with it if you did - but I hesitate to get involved in any way with you so soon after saying goodbye to a man from whom I must wean myself." After a long pause while Marked waited patiently for a reply, she continued, "O.K., Mark. I will not pack my one black party dress so we can go out the night of the 3rd to celebrate my graduation."

——-

In the early morning of June third, Martin and Dimple's coupling was so intense until all the cover was on the floor and sheets were dampened. After it was over, Martin said, "That was our Swan-Song, wasn't it?"

She smiled and said, "Yes. Have you gotten your money's worth for the past 13 months?"

"Heh heh Its the best purchase I ever made. What can I say but lucky me and thank you, dear Dimple?"

"Martin, there is a part of me that says, let's extend the relationship a few months, but we both need to get on with our lives no matter what our passions say."

He chuckled and said, "Yes, you are right. My ex-wife and my son will be at your ceremony this afternoon and she will drive me to the airport in my car afterwards - with just that in mind - and then pick me up at the airport when I return. I have asked my son, Mark, to drop you off here so that you can finish packing for your trip home tomorrow. After you lock the house for the last time tomorrow just dispose of the key."

"Thank you for breaking it off like a man, Martin. I am confident you will learn to enjoy your wife's or one of her equal's company again."

He said, "Yes, I am a changed man and being around her might once again be a pleasure. But for you, I do hope there is at least one young man in the world who will deserve you - I know you want a family badly. Whoever you choose will be a champion! Congratulations to him in advance."

———

The last time Martin saw his lover was when she walked across the stage to get the framed document. Afterwards he and his ex-wife left the hall hurriedly since he had to get to the airport. At the airport she pulled up near curb-side check in and Martin squeezed her hand. He said, "Helen, is there anyway we can learn to enjoy each others company after all that has happened in the past two years?"

She was afraid to say anything for fear her tears would overwhelm her. She reached over and kissed him firmly on the cheek. She finally could say only, "GET before you miss your flight, sell a lot of widgets at the show, and please hurry home to me afterwards."

Martin stood on the curb stunned as he watched her drive away after he had sat his bags down for check-in. It dawned on him that down deep where it really matters he had missed his wife, badly.

——-

Dimple Washington, BSPE, number three in her class, was wearing her one little black dress and putting on the final touches of her make up when the door bell rang. She went there and opened it when in stepped Mark. He was wearing a Botany 500 suit and looked better than she could remember him ever looking. In fact she had to restrain herself from just touching him because of his extreme handsomeness. More dangerously, he was a younger model of his Dad, whom she already missed. Conflicting feelings raged inside her mind.

She smiled and said, "Let me get my wrap and we can go." While driving, she talked dancing so she would not convey how destabilizing the appearance of him was to her. The handsome couple dressed to the nines, riding in a rented luxury sports car, while laughing and making small talk, was a perfect picture of 'love in bloom' - almost. Even the valet park attendant smiled broadly at both as if the laughing couple radiated unearthly joy."

Both would remember later the dinner and the dancing, where several times the other patrons stopped to watch them dance, and cheered wildly for their skills on the dance floor. Later when both would be eating tough steaks, they would remember this meal where the meat melted in their mouths. 

At the door of his father's condo at the end of the evening, both fought to keep their hands off each other. But she kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you, Mark. You still up to driving me to East Texas tomorrow?"

"Yes. Nine fifteen right here ready to load your gear, right?"

She smiled, "Yes. Goodnight."

Mostly silence pervaded the car during the two plus hour drive to East Texas the following morning. It was as if both knew separation was coming. Dimple recalled that last night's dreams had been about Mark, not his Dad. The former playboy had spent a night fraught with fitful sleep and had had a wet dream where he took Dimple from the rear. Worse, both knew the end for Mark and her was near just like it had been for his Dad and her. Back in the expensive car, she expected to be sent to Scotland while he expected to double his efforts to sell the oil well controllers in West Texas. 

The matter was made worse when the sports car pulled up in front of a small wooden residence, badly in need of repairs and paint sitting on a yard that even more so needed work. Her 40 something Mom and Dad insisted on hugging his neck and pumping his hand in welcome. They insisted that Mark come in, erroneously thinking that he was Dimple's benefactor. The contrast was overwhelming psychologically, as the couple WAS in love but both were on the verge of separation as they pursued their separate careers. The mental baggage that both struggled with occupied their attention as well. 

Dimple kept urging Mark to leave her parent's home after her things were unloaded, and so he shook hands and stuttered his goodbye to all three. At the time, Dimple thought this would be the last she ever saw of him.

The End.

Epilogue: On the 7th, three days later, Mark lay on a crowded sandy beach in Galveston. He had bar-hopped hoping to meet someone to displace Dimple's omnipresence but it was not to be. Two nights he had even returned to his hotel room early to study technical manuals he had brought because the bar scene was at once noisy and distasteful to him. Lying on the sand today he contemplated saving a large chunk of each dollar he earned so that he could afford the lifestyle that his Dad and Mom had slowly built for themselves over the years.

His cell phone rang and it was Dimple.

"Greetings, Ms Washington!"

"Mark, my assignment is the Permian Basin with a start date of the 15th. Personnel thinks that it will be for at least a two-year duration!"

Trying not to slobber into the phone while feeling, but not sounding, his intense excitement, he said "That is great, Dimple!"

She asked, "Want to pick me up at the Midland Airport and then rent and install me in that extra bedroom you talked about that you have in your spacious apartment?"

Shaking by now, he said, "I wouldn't trust anyone else to pick you up or put you up. Hurry to West Texas!"

She gave him the flight particulars and said, "You also need to take me to a dealership so I can buy a car."

The statement was like a pressure value opening and he laughed, instantly relaxed, and said, "Heh heh I drive a company car and my sedan sits idle. I will rent it to you cheap - one dollar per year!"

"You are too kind, Mark, and I have missed you for the past three days and really look forward to arriving in Midland." She broke the circuit.