0 comments/ 15077 views/ 4 favorites Workplaces By: QPwC This story is actually my first erotic story dating from somewhere around 1999. I wrote it to capture something that seemed precious at the time. The sex in this story is not explicit, but there is lots and lots of nudity and it is a fun story, a happy story. If this suits your fancy - Enjoy. If you want a story with both more explicit sex and a more explicit exploration of spirituality, synchronicity and psychic phenomena in a sexual context I recommend "Driving in Snow." This story started as a series of three dreams on three successive nights. The second and third nights were refinements and replays of parts of the first nights dream. I did not dream the sex in this dream, I dreamed about remembering it. I cannot begin to capture the spiritual awareness and the pure joy that pervaded the latter parts of this dream. Some experiences are beyond words. This joy stayed with me for several days. The beach scenes and what followed were later fantasies. I am working for a start-up company, doing most of the design of its first product. There are two other 'engineers' working on designing a very small accessory for the product. My immediate manager, Bill reports to the director of engineering who in turn reports to the president who is named John. The director of engineering, Bill and these two other 'engineers' all came from the same company and are a clique. These two 'engineers' share an office with me. These two people are using my catalog library and tend to be in over their heads doing a relatively simple design. There are also three technicians and a machinist working in the lab. The lab is a large room with a machine shop at one end. It is quite noisy even when the machinery is not running and one machine or another is often running. This product has a large software component and I am on good terms with the software manager who is named Sam as well as the entire software staff. They are all very competent. This company is very cramped for space in its current quarters but is planning to move into a larger facility in about six months. The main product consists of three printed circuit boards and I have finished the design of the first one and it has been fabricated and tested as completely as possible without the rest of the system. The second one has been designed and was being fabricated while I went on a trip for the company. The third card has not yet been designed and only block diagrams exist. This third card ties the other two together and actually is the most simple of the three. I was away for two weeks, visiting several potential customers and one of our major suppliers. While I was at the supplier's I pointed out to them a possible market niche that I thought they could exploit while my company could not. I enjoyed visiting this supplier because the people there seemed to be both competent and cheerful and additionally the place was full of beautiful women. While I was there I gave away a number of copies of several of my spiritual books. When I returned to my company on Monday morning the technicians were starting to test the second board and needed my help in the lab such that I never got into my office the first two days I was back (with one 10 hour day, the other 11 and one half hours). On Wednesday morning I went into my office and found another man sitting at my desk and using my computer. He was an obnoxious slob who said: "Well, it's my desk now." I headed for Bill's office and asked him where my office was, to which he replied: " You can use a spare bench in the lab." I looked at him in disbelief, this had to be a joke, and a poor one at that, there was no way I could do the work I needed to do in that environment, with all that noise, with constant interruptions. We were however very cramped for space and I didn't know where my office could be so part of my mind believed him. Bill went on to explain that the new man, who also turned out to be another one of his cronies, was going to be working on the accessory design with the other two engineers and they all needed to work together. He continued to say that I would be spending a lot of time in the lab so working there all the time shouldn't be a problem. I told them this is not acceptable and he said: "Tough." I asked him where the contents of my desk were and he said that they were in boxes under a bench in the lab. We went back and forth on this for a while and finally I said: "You have an hour to get me a desk and an office or I'm out of here." I started the stop watch function in my wrist watch and walked out. I headed for the director of engineering's office and he backed up Bill and laughed at me, finally saying "Do you really think you can get another job at your age?" I walked out of his office and into the lab where I found the boxes with the contents of my desk under a lab bench. The technicians, finally realizing what had happened, helped me move the boxes out to my car. We then got some additional boxes and headed for my previous office where I began to pack my catalogs and other books which were on a bookcase next to my old desk. The fat slob objected and I pointed out that these were my personal books, not company property. When I took the one that he had been using (without permission - I might add.) off his desk he acted like he was about to punch me but one of the technicians who is about six foot three and is built like a football player glared at him and he thought better of it. It is an interesting measure of the total lack of competence of these guys that they didn't have their own catalog libraries and they didn't even know how to build one. I packed all my books and moved them out to my car. I was glad that I did not have anything personal on my office computer. I sat down at a computer in the lab and wrote a memo addressed to Bill with copies to the director of engineering and the president. In the memo I stated that I viewed not having a desk and an office as a request, by him, for my immediate resignation and that unless his actions were rescinded by 11:30, I would leave at that time. I printed up copies and took one to John's office. John was in a scheduling meeting and his secretary said that he did not wish to be disturbed. I told her that I thought he would want to see this now and if this was not resolved the schedules would be meaningless, but she would not budge. I left the memo with her, dropped off the other two and headed back towards the lab to see if I had forgotten anything. As I entered the lab the phone rang and it was a call from my friend Herb at the vendor company. When I was there they, somewhat jokingly, asked if I wanted to work for them. I asked him if they really wanted me. He said: "In a heartbeat." I asked him to set up interviews and he said that they knew who I was and that interviews were not needed. I then said O.K. put together an offer and call me at home in the afternoon and gave him my home phone number. I found it interesting that the switchboard had routed my calls to the lab. After I hung up I ran into Sam and let him read my memo. He was horrified and said: "I know Bill is stupid but I didn't think he could be this dumb." Sam said he wanted to take me to lunch and I ended up going to lunch with Sam and several of the programmers. They all agreed that I was fully justified in my action and wondered aloud if it was time for everyone to update their resumes. After a long lunch I went home to find messages from Herb, Bill and the director of engineering. Bill's message was asking why I wasn't at work, how dare I take off and concluded with: "You'd better get your a_ _ into my office right away or you're going to be in big trouble with me." I called Herb first and he said that they were making an offer without any additional interviews. Apparently they had had a debate about the ethics of recruiting me right after my visit. He read me the high points of the offer which amounted to about a 25 percent raise over my current salary as well as a very generous stock option. He asked if there was anything else I would like and I said yes I would like to have a month's vacation each year and the option of taking time off without pay during slow periods to publicize my books. He said he would see what he could do. After we hung up I wondered if I had overplayed my hand and just killed a really good deal. A few minutes later the personnel manager called me to say this was acceptable and could she fax me an offer? I gave her a phone number and turned on the fax software in my home computer. The fax did not appear immediately and I was starting to worry that something had gone wrong. When it finally did arrive I noticed that everything I wanted was in it plus they had increased my salary to what was a 30 percent raise and included a twenty five thousand dollar starting bonus, all of my moving expenses, specifically including moving our horses, the mortgage payments on my new home until the old one sold, temporary quarters until we bought a new home, five weeks vacation and an even more generous stock option. I would be reporting directly to the vice president for engineering. I called her back accepting the offer and agreed to fly out to them that evening. She asked me to bring extra copies of my spiritual books. Her secretary called me with my plane reservations. All she could get at this short notice was first class. Sometimes life is tough. Sam, meanwhile had gotten in to see John and convinced him that he had a serious problem. He told John that he had just lost 70 percent of his engineering department. John asked how he figured that and Sam explained that the technicians were 20 percent and everybody else was the last 10 percent. John said: " as bad as that?" Sam just nodded and John headed for the director of engineering's office. Both Bill and the director of engineering were still insisting that I was just grand-standing and would soon be back to work but Sam had convinced John that I was serious and the company had a serious problem. John finally told the director of engineering to get me back or don't come back himself. The director of engineering drove out to my house shortly after I had accepted the offer from the new firm. He started out arrogantly but I cut him off saying it was moot (He didn't understand the word). I asked him who was more important me or the new guy, and he said that I was. Then I asked him who was more important Bill or I and again he said me but Bill needed an office "Because he is a manager." Finally, I told him what moot meant in this context and that he was too late, that I already had a new position. He began to whine and said: "How could I do this to him". I laughed and said: "No, you did this to yourselves." He left shaking and crying. I found out later about John's threat and also that John did not carry out his threat. I arrived at the new company Thursday morning and spent most of the day meeting with various people in the new firm. Starting off with my immediate supervisor, the VP of engineering, Dave. They were very happy to have me and were proceeding with the idea I had suggested during my last visit. Their marketing people took my suggestion as a starting point and came up with something even better. It was incredibly pleasant to work with these people. Their engineering group was made up of very bright young engineers. Apparently the founding group of engineers had all retired recently, although a number were on call as consultants. What the replacements lacked an experience they made up for in intelligence and good nature. It seems that I was already famous in the company. My books were being passed around The starting bonus check was waiting when I arrived. I used it to open a checking account in the new city. I met with the marketing people and found that I loved what they had done with my idea. Their's was better, much better and I found a way to implement it forming in my mind almost immediately. I suggested several improvements. We went back and forth for two hours, tweaking this and that, and by the end we were all convinced that we had a real winner on our hands. I had a meeting with the president who wanted to hear my thoughts on how to bring more spiritual awareness to the workplace. He believed that being good to his employees was very important. He thought that work should be fun, fun for everyone in the organization. He said that he really resonated with the idea of employment as being part of the spiritual classroom. He also agreed with the idea of businesses having karma. I found out later that he had read my books after my first visit and told his staff: "I want this guy." Late in the day I was again talking with Dave. He asked me if he could take me to breakfast in the morning and I agreed. He picked me up at my motel at 8:00 sharp. We went to a small restaurant which served really good breakfasts. I found Dave to be a really nice guy. We talked until 10:00 and then went to the plant. After lunch on Friday Dave suggested I tour the city and asked his secretary Carol to show me around. She was a very beautiful girl in her early 20s. She dressed neatly but conservatively, in a manner which seemed to minimize her charms. She took me around showing me some of the residential areas and together we explored the equestrian communities at one end of the town. She was very interested in my spiritual thoughts. It seems that she had read one of my books the night before and was very intrigued. She especially liked my emphasizing the idea that everything is really spiritual at its core and that living is spiritual classroom. She was a young lady with a great deal of spiritual insight, intuition and some psychic ability . We talked about spiritual themes as we drove around and we found that we were starting to become telepathic. As we waited at a traffic light I reached over and squeezed her hand. She looked back at me with a broad smile and telepathically communicated the great joy he she felt in my action. We were each separately and together becoming aware of several past life connections, connections where we were able to work together without generating a pile of karma to resolve. Instead we were finding ourselves in a space where we are free to love without baggage. We were drifting in and out of telepathic communication and sometimes one of us would start a sentence verbally and finish it telepathically. She told me that she had never been telepathic with anyone before and was really enjoying it. So was I. Late in the afternoon she asked me where I would like to go for dinner. I thought that after two weeks on the road that I was really tired of typical restaurant meals and would like to eat at a place which served meals which were like home cooking. She looked at me quizzically and then smiled slightly. I was not getting a telepathic read on what she was thinking and she said: "I know just the place." She drove silently several miles making several turns along the way before turning into a supermarket parking lot. She said: "Lets buy dinner." We bought groceries for our dinner and as we were driving to her apartment I received a telepathic knowing that I was the first man that she had ever brought home for dinner. In fact I was the first man she ever invited into her home ever. I felt very honored by that. She was pleased that I had felt honored. When we got to her apartment we hugged and we both felt great union. As we were preparing dinner we talked/telepathed about her life and she told me that she was 24 years old and had dated a little in high school but not at all during college or since. She said that she had hardly even necked and then with only one boy. She explained that the only fellows who would ask her out were the ones she had no interest in (i.e. received a strong intuitive "NO" about). Except at work she was very shy and even there she would not let any of the young single men know that she was available. She said that she was despairing of ever meeting a man when about two months before she had gotten a very strong intuitive message that this was about to change and it was now time to start taking birth control pills. I asked her if she was and she blushed, took a deep breath, smiled, looked me in the eye and whispered "Yes." Our conversation then drifted back into a discussion about the spiritual meaning of life. After dinner our conversation continued almost completely telepathically. We were both exploring new ground. I found myself thinking that we should talk and tape this but she smiled got up and went to her computer. When it was up and running she started to type in what we had just been thinking about. We continued to explore new spiritual areas and she continued to type. I should point out that she was the fastest typist I have ever seen. The words would just fly into the machine. She could type behind what she was thinking which allowed us to continue developing ideas while the documentation caught up. Nonetheless, we would occasionally stop to let her catch up. We were really into a neat space and together we were writing a new book. The book was very much stream of consciousness, a first draft and we both knew it would take a great deal of wordsmithing before it was ready to share. At one point I found myself wondering what we would write if she were sitting on my lap with my penis deep inside her. She blushed beet red at this thought but did not send a "no" either. She may have blushed but I was very embarrassed by having had the thought. We did not pursue this further. We finished it at about 1:00 AM. She copied it to a CD for me and asked if I would like to stay the night. She knew that I was married but that did not seem to matter. I knew that she had sensed my situation, notably that my wife and I had been sexually inactive for many years and that I was not at all happy about it. I agreed and we hugged again. She offered to share her toothbrush and asked me if there was anything I really needed from my hotel room. I said no and she smiled at me. We hugged again and I said that I really needed a shower. She again turned beet red as I thought about sharing a shower with her. She then started to giggle and nodded. I knew that she had never seen a man naked before. Also she was somewhat afraid that I would not find her attractive when she was undressed. She brought up an image of herself as viewed in a mirror, nude, which I saw with my minds eye. I responded with a nonverbal equivalent of "Wow you're magnificent." We stood hugging and kissing for a while, just enjoying the moment and each others touch, both physical and telepathic. Finally we broke apart and walked together into the bathroom, both thinking about the hygienic considerations of sharing a toothbrush and both laughing at worrying about it given the way we had just been kissing. We each brushed and flossed our teeth and she began to blush again. I asked her if she would prefer if we took separate showers but she said that she really wanted to do this. We kissed some more before we started undressing each other. We hugged and kissed nude for a while before getting into the shower. The word magnificent proved to be an understatement. She giggled and squealed a bit as we washed each other but we did not really get into petting at this point. We stayed playful. After we had dried each other off and hugged some more we went to bed together and cuddled and kissed until we both fell asleep. We slept soundly. My plane flight home was scheduled for Saturday afternoon. The next morning we spent most of the time telepathically cooperating in more writing, occasionally taking breaks to hug and kiss. We stayed nude all this time and it was very apparent that she was totally comfortable with this. Finally we dressed and she took me back to my hotel and then followed me on to the airport. We didn't kiss at the airport, it just was not necessary. Instead we were deep into each other's minds. Workplaces I spent a quiet Sunday at home, feeling more relaxed than I had in years. I found that I was more in love with Filipina, my wife, than ever before. Monday morning I packed up the car and drove back to the new city arriving after working hours. Carol and I were in telepathic communication off and on during my drive. She informed me of where she had made hotel reservations for me "since we needed to keep up appearances." There was a giggle in that telepathic message. After I checked into the hotel I drove over to her apartment for a late and very intimate candlelight dinner. I stayed the night. The next morning I went into work early and found that Dave had already had people shift offices around such that I had a very nice office with a good computer and a huge monitor. I found that I had a connection to the cosmic consciousness as I began to layout the design of the new product. Dave came in and saw me slowly typing the spec into the computer. We talked about various things for a while and as he was about to leave he suggested that I dictate to Carol saying "She has a photographic memory and is really good at dictation." I thought "If only you knew." Shortly after, she came in and I dictated a portion of the spec to her. This was an interesting process because my dictation of the actual document was strictly verbal but she was asking and I was answering questions about what it meant telepathically. She left to type it into her computer and I made up some diagrams to go with it. Over the first week I created most of the design specs as well as some of the design notes, interface specs and product specs for the new product. This was several months work in a week! During this period Carol received quite an engineering education. This documentation went to hundreds of pages. We held various planning meetings and we concluded that any reasonable engineering manager would estimate this development project at somewhat over two years. Much to my surprise I found myself saying that we would do it in one year. Filipina said that she didn't want to move yet so I asked Dave to find me some temporary quarters. He assigned the task to Carol who did not look very far at all, the apartment next to hers was empty. I moved in toward the end of my first week. It was a very nice place. Nonetheless I spent most nights next door. We approached Carol's sexual awakening like the blooming of a flower that it was. We began by just necking. I found something extra special in French kissing when you are telepathic with your partner. In fact the telepathic aspect would make every stage of our sexual exploration truly incredible. We would move on to light petting, heavy petting, oral sex and finally actual intercourse. Each and every step deserved to be called a name which is normally reserved for the last step: Making love. Back at the office things were amazing too. We held a review at the end of the next week and by the end of the third week the design was well underway. I continued to produce additional design notes. I had been there about three weeks when Dave called Carol into his office and told her that she was by far the best secretary he had ever had but noting how much work she was doing for me, how well we worked together, how much she seemed to be improving my productivity, how important that was to the company, and how happy she seemed, asked her if she would be willing to take a cut in status to become my full time secretary. He told her that she would be given a healthy raise to compensate. She accepted. She did not tell him that she was especially happy that day because she had lost her virginity the night before. Shortly after this Carol started coming up with incredibly funny jokes. At first it was just one a week, then one every few days but later still it became several a day. Her jokes were original, always "sweet" and often had a strong spiritual component. She wrote them down. By this time we had conscious control of our telepathic link. We could turn it on and off at will. It was very neat to be sitting in a meeting and dictating a memo about it before the meeting was over. Our relationship outside work grew even closer. Sex was secondary to a profound sense of union and an awareness that we had divine work to do together. Nonetheless we made love virtually every night and occasionally again in the morning. Once in a while we would go to her apartment for lunch and often make love then too. We would have a strong telepathic bond in place when we made love such that we each could feel what the other was feeling and this intensified those feelings tremendously. Our orgasms were incredible, but even this was secondary to a tremendous sense of union, of balance, of merging into each other and into the Divine. We did a great deal of writing together and somehow that was just as pleasurable. We did not stay together every evening. We both need a good deal of alone time but we found that we were in sync, both needing to be alone at the same times. Carol was always careful to not use our telepathic connection to invade my wife's privacy. During the first few months I was very busy supervising the design. I found that the younger engineers, none of whom had ever tackled a project of this scope before, seemed happy taking direction from me and could be counted on to dot every "i" and cross every "t." There was even a slight telepathic process here. It was not the overt one that Carol and I shared but a subtle communication of concept and style. They routinely designed it exactly the way I would have. Some parts of the design were designed the way I would have if I had thought of it. I was not the only one tuning in to the cosmic consciousness. Design problems just didn't happen. Several of them commented to me about these phenomena. One of the engineers was a young oriental woman named Song-Li. Her wardrobe seemed to consist of only high necked, long sleeved, ankle length dresses. She would seldom speak but her written material was brilliant and her design work exemplary. Early in this period the president asked me to lead a symposium / discussion group that was open to all employees every Friday afternoon. This was a huge success. I found that I was often channeling answers to questions. They were recorded and Carol prepared transcripts and summaries. We made the tapes, CDs, summaries and transcripts available. They were all very popular. Song-Li would sit in a back corner and never said a word but she would often e-mail insightful comments to me. The level of spiritual awareness began to rise within the company and with that both productivity and morale. People started to bow and/or say "Namaste" in the halls. People also seemed to go out of their way to make each other's jobs easier. Somewhat later we started holding a guided and/or silent group meditation for 15 minutes each morning. Again this was strictly voluntary, although most employees started attending and morale and productivity again skyrocketed. The world view within the entire company was shifting towards a place of great awareness. I was flying home for most every other weekend and I found that my love for Filipina was growing stronger, deeper and more profound. We were happier together than we had been in years. Several times during this period she flew out to visit me in the new city. We did some house hunting but did not find what we wanted. There was a real paradox here in that I did love Filipina far more, not in spite of sleeping with Carol but because of it. My love for Carol was just as strong, just as profound. Here again was a lesson that I wrote about in one of my books: "The choice is never really whom to love. The choice is only to love at all." We had the hardware design completed in two months, running hardware in three, hardware release and software running in four and production going in six. We stamped them out like cookies and the backlog just kept growing. Company profits soared. The price of the stock more than doubled. I was given a bonus. I used some of it to buy an Aston Martin convertible. Carol was blooming like a flower. Her shyness became a thing of the past. People started seeking her out for advice. She started drawing cartoons to go with her jokes. They continued to be "sweet," gentle and loving. Filipina called me at work a number of times and on several occasions had long chats with Carol. Just before one of Filipina's visits to the new city Filipina asked me to set up taking Carol to dinner with us which we did and Filipina and Carol really hit it off well. They even ended up talking horses such that I did not get a word in edgewise. Some things never change. Dave and I would often sit and talk. One time the topic shifted to Carol and Dave pointed out to me that before I showed up she would seldom smile and never told jokes. He continued: "Have you noticed the way she looks at you - The girl is in love." Dave suggested that if I was not sleeping with her then perhaps I should. I laughed and said: "Now, that's an interesting idea." One weekend I was home and my wife and I were watching the news. They just had a story about executives sleeping with their secretaries. Filipina asked me if I was sleeping with Carol and I smiled and said: "Of course. She responded: "That's good" and went back to watching the news. I was left wondering if that was a joking response to what she perceived as a joking answer or a serious response to a serious answer. The next day I had gone to the mall to pick up something when I happened to run into John. I took him to lunch. He begged me to come back, offering me what he thought was a huge raise, but was actually less than I was making at the new firm. I did not tell him that as I laughed and said "no." We talked about how the project was going and I learned that the schedule was slipping badly and many important features of the design were being removed since the three people (I refuse to call them engineers) working on the design could not figure out how to do it even based on what I had already done. I used about 45 minutes to explain to John why I had designed the parts I had completed the way I had and how the rest of the design should proceed. When I finished he understood how to do it. I wished him luck. With the product release we held a big party for all of the development staff. Alcohol was available but there was very little drinking. It was a wonderful party. These people just liked each other. Many of the discussions happening were of a spiritual nature, even when I wasn't involved. A few weeks later someone suggested a company wide beach party at a nearby lake. This turned out to be a huge success and became a regular thing all summer. Many of the young women in the company wore thong type string bikinis some of which would have raised eyebrows in Rio. One voluptuous young lady, a programmer, wore a one piece suit of rather conventional cut but which was totally unlined and translucent when dry and virtually transparent when wet. (She got it wet.). I enjoyed looking at the other girls and Carol telepathically giggled at me. The attire here surprised me since at work the women dressed attractively but almost always in a 'business appropriate' manner. Carol wore a very tame bikini but still attracted a great deal of attention and a wolf whistle which caused her to blush. She told those young men that asked, and a number did, that she had a steady boyfriend The first picnic was at a pavilion at the center of the East side of the lake. There was a small clothing optional area at the North end of the lake. A number of people from our group walked up there although I did not hear about this until later. The next picnic used the pavilion closest to this area and I went in to find about a dozen of our people sitting around nude talking about the spiritual significance of clothing and nudity. I was asked to join the discussion and sat down in the shade of a tree. Shortly afterward Carol sat down as well. She was the only one wearing clothing. (I found this interesting since we spent most of our time alone together nude.) There was an oriental girl in the circle. She was active in the discussion and I did not immediately recognize her as Song-Li. Other people hearing our discussion joined in such that we ended up with about thirty people, mostly women, not all of whom were from our company. There were two teen age girls who turned into major contributors in the discussion. We talked for about an hour and a half and ended it by standing in a circle and hugging as I said a closing prayer. After this there were some individual hugs and it ended up with every girl there wanting to hug me. There was a relatively even division between melding hugs and erotic ones but after three erotic ones in a row and much to my embarrassment, I found that I was becoming aroused. Carol just smiled outwardly but inside she was in stitches. Song-Li's hug was especially erotic, grinding her pubic region into my thigh. Carol wrote up a summary of the discussion which we put out as a booklet and we later reworked it into a chapter for a future book. Several people came up to me and asked if I would give another talk there in the future. I agreed and proposed 1:00 pm two weeks hence. The next few days at work were interesting in that whenever I met girls in the hall who had been at the lake they would always give me a broad smile and never showed the slightest trace of embarrassment. Moreover, two young ladies did wink at me. On the second Sunday, Carol and I went to the park about 11:00 am, each in our own car. Wearing a bathing suit I coated myself with sun-screen before entering the clothing optional area and Carol covered the middle of my back and I did hers. Shortly after I entered the clothing optional area Song-Li appeared wearing a high necked long sleeved blouse and blue jeans. She asked me if I would apply her sun-screen and I said OK. She peeled off her clothing with no underwear or bathing suit under her outerwear and handed me her bottle of sun-screen. Carol was watching from a short distance away and we were in telepathic communication. She was encouraging me. Song-Li lay down on her beach towel and I started with her back and legs. I was trying not to be sexy as I covered her with the screen and I made a quick coating of her buttocks. She turned over and I did her front, likewise making a quick coating of her breasts. They were very nice. I then handed her back the bottle and she spread her legs and said that I had forgotten one place. I was glad I still had my bathing suit on since that was a spot which was hard to touch in a non sexy way. Later I was out in the water up to my chest and Song-Li swam up to me and gave me a hug. She held onto my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips. I was telepathically calling to Carol to help me gently disengage her but Carol was sending the message of "go with the flow." Song-Li was grinding herself into me and I was responding with an erection. When she felt it touching her she began rubbing back and forth on it. I said that she needed to be careful and was starting to try to pry her off of me when she caught the tip with the entrance of her vagina and thrust forward such that I was deep inside her. We stood there for perhaps 15 seconds without moving or saying anything. Carol was deep into my mind encouraging me to continue. I asked Song-Li if she were using birth control and she said no so reluctantly I pulled myself out of her but I continued to hug her for a while. When 1:00 rolled around there were about 60 people including the two teen age girls, one of whom had brought her mother. The mother was not completely comfortable with the idea of having all those men see her daughter nude even though she was nude herself. I ended up sitting between Carol and Song-Li. I started talking about all of human experience as spiritual exploration and the discussion went far afield. At one point I asked everyone to hold hands and the prana flow was terrific. The two teen age girls, Wendy and Becca, continued to be significant contributors and Wendy's mother, Grace, was very pleased and proud. By the end of the talk we had over 90 people there. Again lots of hugs after the talk. More were melding than erotic this time although some started erotic and moved on into melding. This was especially true with Grace, the teenager's mother. Interesting. Song-Li was pure meld. . We had a third talk with 120+ people and for the forth one it rained with a strong wind such that there was no dry spot even under a pavilion and only a few really hard core people stayed.. Carol always produced summaries. Carol brought a camera, a high resolution digital model and took lots of pictures, always being careful to ask permission of everyone photographed. It is an interesting comment on Carol's charm, demeanor and spiritual energy that no one ever refused. She took group shots during and after each talk, shots of me hugging people and a number of individual shots as well. There were two young ladies at the second talk who were late in their pregnancies. Each asked for a hug and I hugged the first one partially from the side. The second one wanted me to hug her from behind, placed my hands on her abdomen and asked me to send the baby love and light. I did while pointing out to her that I had no special powers. She then lifted my hands to her breasts and squeezed them. At the next talk she was there with her baby and sat in the circle nursing her. The baby was well behaved, nursing, sleeping and occasionally looking around with a big smile. They added an interesting energy to the group. I got to hold the baby after the talk and she gave me a big smile and a slight giggle. Her mother gave me a big hug and I ended up with a few drops of milk on my chest. About four months after I arrived we finally tried the experiment that I thought about the first night with Carol. When we had finished (both ways) Carol burst into giggles. A booklet resulted which was not the least bit erotic, but was expressing a very deep love for all of existence. This booklet became very popular and no-one ever had a clue about how it came to be written. Carol's parents loved it. By the end of the first six months I had a second product design well underway, a third in the concept stage, Carol's and my first spiritual book well wordsmithed, another started along with a number of shorter works. In addition to that in my first six months there I lost 50 pounds, my blood pressure came down such that I no longer needed medication, my muscle tone improved and my general health stayed excellent. One really amazing part of this was the extent that my energy was up all the time. Being telepathic with Carol while she was typing caused me to become able to type quite fast but not nearly as fast as she did. I also developed much more conscious control over my connection with the cosmic consciousness. An additional phenomena was that I was beginning to both see auras and gain access to the akashic record. I found that sometimes I could perform auric healing but this was only possible if the person involved really wanted to be healed. What I found interesting was that most people needing such healing really didn't want it. As my ability to see auras improved I began to notice an interesting phenomena, Those people with dull and muddy auras were either becoming clearer and brighter or they were leaving the company. Either way the staff was shifting to a much more spiritually aware, harmonious and joyful group. I found that ability to see auras and the ability to access the akashic records faded into the background, behind a profound appreciation of the operation of spiritual law, the tremendous beauty in things as they are and the importance of love in the world. Workplaces One day the president came into my office and said that the board of directors had just had a meeting discussing my initial employment agreement and that they were unhappy with one of its provisions. My mind went "What now? - Is this just too good to last?" knowing how conventional board members can be, but he went on to explain that they had read my books and were objecting to "unpaid." The board had decided that my message needed to get out and any such activities would be fully paid. He then went on to propose that since the company had a printing department (for manuals and things) that seldom ran at anywhere near capacity, they could publish all of my books. He went on to say that he had been talking to marketing and while no-one over there had any direct experience in book sales the VP for marketing had a brother who was high up in one of the major book store chains and had been explaining the real workings of the business to him. He was proposing to set up a publishing division with my books as their initial offering. He suggested that we would have a reasonably standard royalty agreement. Of course I said OK. With a glint in his eye, he then said that he felt badly that Carol no longer worked for a VP and decided to remedy that by making me the VP for advanced development. Carol and I both received significant increases in salary. About one month after the contact with Song-Li in the lake Carol invited us both to dinner one Friday night. We had a wonderful and very relaxed conversation and it ended with Song-Li spending the weekend in my apartment. We just cuddled and talked the first night. We explored why she was so painfully shy in general but was willing to be sexually aggressive with me, why I was somehow safe, why this was somehow proper. She might have come to this from a place of a shattered personality but did not. This developed in ways that caused me to feel very honored and somewhat humble. Things got hot and heavy Saturday afternoon (Contraception was not a problem because Carol had taken her to see her gynecologist the day after the incident at the lake). Carol stayed deep in my mind during the entire time and later communicated how interesting it was to see sex from just the male perspective. Here again "The choice is only to love at all." I asked Carol why she was pushing me to make love with Song-Li and she answered: "It was the right thing to do." The next week at work Song-li started to speak at meetings and her wardrobe started to change into a more normal attire. She often dressed in very beautiful silk dresses with a strong oriental style. They often had a slit up the side. She even wore one once which was slit up to her hip. Great legs and I didn't see panties. She started dating one of the other engineers and less than a year later they got married. She asked me to give her away. We never had sex after that one weekend just lots of talks and hugs. She continued her spiritual development such that she lead a Friday discussion. On the one year anniversary of my weekend with Song-Li her new husband stopped by my office to thank me. He explained things from still another perspective where he presented tremendous beauty in our actions. When he finished I felt very loved not only by Song-li but also by her husband. Wow! Shortly after this Filipina and I did buy a house in the equestrian area near the new city. We purchased a large house with an attached barn, on a hilltop with a spring fed pond in the front yard and lots of pasture fenced and cross-fenced. The property included a guest house as well as a small apartment over the barn. There was a solar heated swimming pool complete with a computer controlled automatic chlorinator on a large deck on the side of the house opposite the barn. It was totally surrounded with a privacy hedge. My wife hired a young lady named Julia to clean stalls and otherwise help take care of the barn. She was sufficiently competent that Filipina was comfortable about traveling and leaving her in charge of the horse care. Filipina bought two more horses. We finally rented the apartment to Julia. At various times one or more of our kids and their families visited and stayed in the guest house. Julia also helped with the housecleaning and maintained the pool. We gave Julia permission to use the pool. Filipina gave Carol riding lessons. Filipina joined several horse groups and soon had a good circle of friends. The local show circuit was more relaxed and cooperative than our old environment and she really enjoyed showing here. She also did rather well. There was a local poetry group that Filipina found delightful. This contained several widely published poets who made it their business to encourage and help her get published in major journals also. Filipina also found the local public library to be wonderful and the local bookstores to be very well stocked. Carol and I continued to work together in writing additional books and would meet two or three evenings a week, either at my home or her apartment. Writing seemed to go much slower than it had at the beginning. What we wrote however was, if anything, even better. The company not only published my spiritual books and the ones Carol and I wrote together but they also published two books of Carol's jokes and cartoons. After the books were published and doing well the president and Dave discussed making Carol a VP. She demurred saying that she liked the existing arrangement just fine and that being a VP would make it harder for the low level employees of the company to relate to her and she did not want the additional barrier. She did however accept a raise in pay to the same level as mine. Her level of spending did not rise. The book business really took off and I spent a great deal of time traveling on book tours. Carol, of course, went too. The flood of mail demonstrated that my and our material was really helping people connect with their higher selves. Many letters asked questions which lead to new insights and new things to write about. One year after I joined the new company the second design was out and turned into an even bigger seller than the first. By eighteen months profits had tripled and then tripled again. The culture of the firm had changed and all sorts of people were brimming with great ideas. The culture developed into one of people becoming more genuinely helpful and quick to share knowledge and skills. The companies traditional products were all redesigned without my involvement in ways that made them both better and cheaper to produce. With all of this increased production we leased two large buildings adjacent to our existing site and promptly filled them both. Many of the new hires were beautiful women who just happened to also be extremely competent employees and one day I had occasion to talk with the director of human resources and I asked her how she found them. She laughed and said: "I don't find them, they find us." The book sales roared ahead with two spiritual books and one of Carol's joke and cartoon books on the best seller list at the same time. We did numerous TV shows. Carol was invited to several of the late night comedy shows as a humor writer. She received several job offers to write for television, which she turned down flat. There was a downside to the fame that came with the success with the books. The telephone would ring off the hook. We changed phone numbers several times but still people would find both Carol and I. The TV people were the worst. This seriously impacted our ability to write. Carol ended up needing her own secretary in the office. More and more people were becoming attuned to the spiritual reality and its application to corporate operations and relationships such that when came time for me to retire from the company the business was on a solid footing and could continue what I had nurtured without my help. I came to believe that I did not start the revolution within this company, our president was trying to do that, but had been groping without a clear vision as to how to bring it about. He had both a vision and the wisdom now and also wrote a book. It became a best seller. Profits were up by a factor of one hundred since I joined the firm. Prophets were up even more but that is harder to quantify. The company had grown by a factor of ten in staff. We had added facilities in two other states. We were about two thirds women. Even the engineering department was mostly women. When it came time for me to retire we made an agreement that I would continue to be available as a consultant and the company would continue to act as my publisher with the existing royalty arrangement. The royalties, dividends on a large block of stock and a very nice pension would provide a very nice income. Likewise between Carol's royalties and her investments she could retire at any time also. My actual retirement was a major event however. They had a ceremony in the company auditorium which was standing room only with remote tv setup around both the facility and the other plants so that everyone who was interested could watch. The board of directors was there and gave me a special plaque. I did give a short talk and a one point asked everyone to hold hands for a mantra/prayer for peace and harmony in the world. The prana flow was terrific. By the end of the meeting the spiritual energy in the room was incredible. What was surprising to me was that there was also a great deal of sexual energy present. At the end I was mobbed with hugs both erotic and melding. Several young ladies even went so far as to make amorous suggestions. It was quite an event. That evening there was a big dinner for me and again it was huge, completely taking over the largest restaurant in the city. Again I was mobbed with hugs. Filipina really enjoyed herself. Sunday there was an additional party at the lake, at the north end naturally. The event was supposed to start at 11:00 but I got there at 10:30 to find the place packed. By 11 our crowd had overflowed the official clothing optional area and the park officials were kind enough to expand the area for us. Most of the single women in the company attended as well as some of the married ones. Virtually everyone was nude. Carol finally appeared nude in public also, wearing just her camera. At one point looking at the sea of beautiful girls I thought: "Hugh Hefner- Eat your heart out." I didn't try to do a talk but just mingled and chatted with people. This generally involved a girl or two (or occasionally three) touching me, wrapping an arm around me, and often placing my hand or hands around them. I was forever being asked to spread suntan lotion, especially on places that were not tanned. Lots of hugging, even girls I had never met before were hugging me tight, hugging me tender. There was lots of spiritual energy and lots of sexual energy. Wow. Carol let me know that she approved especially when the girl involved was a virgin and Carol could sense this. A number of these girls made various suggestions, some subtle and some not. Carol was encouraging me to plan to follow through in a number of cases (but not in others) and at one point was telepathically singing "Life is just a bowl of cherries." It was a wonderful day. Carol went home that night and created a file on her computer called BowlofCherries which contained 34 names, addresses and phone numbers. In each case Carol added a photograph or two along with a description as to why she believed or sensed that a coupling between this person and myself would be appropriate, proper and growing. My reaction was first to point out to Carol that she alone was enough to satisfy my sexual desires. I also said that I felt that to make love was to establish a bond that would last the rest of this lifetime and into others and that at this point in my spiritual journey I needed to reduce not increase my karmic bonds. Carol said that I should think of them as thirty four of my ten thousand milkmaids. I responded "Oh, now you think I am Krishna." She answered: "Of course, isn't everyone." This got a long discussion going as we explored possibilities. Carol became more serious saying "Actually I do not expect you to bed every girl on that list, but one or two, or maybe more might help you with a project you have long desired, your book on romance as a spiritual practice. Our romance is totally spiritual at it's core but our telepathic link is so unusual and such a strong part of our relationship that we cannot be the basis of such a book. Our telepathic link will allow me to observe what happens and provide an additional perspective of it. This will also be an interesting challenge for you in staying out of ego." We tried to continue to write at either her apartment or at my home but had constant interruptions at both. I ended up hiring a secretary for my home which solved the interruption problem but changed the energy such that it was hard to write. My home office overlooked the pool and Julia did not make things easier by skinny dipping regularly. She is a truly lovely girl. Carol solved the problem by finding a small house on a point of wooded land overlooking a small lake. We were able to rent it furnished and it had a large living room with solid windows facing the lake. There was also a screened porch facing a stream with a waterfall which fed into the lake. There was a deep pool at the base of the waterfall which made a marvelous swimming hole. This place had very good vibrations and we installed two computers and used it for writing. We had total privacy. We needed it.