16 comments/ 60047 views/ 35 favorites Fate Had Brought Them Together By: Dinsmore This is just a nice little fuck story with that happy ending that I just can't seem to do without. * At his sat in the second floor Holiday Inn bar overlooking Clearwater Beach, Matt got his first glimpse of an honest to God thong bathing suit. He'd seen pictures but he'd never seen a real woman with her ass hanging out barely fifty feet in front of his eyes. It was a perfectly formed, extremely fine and quite obviously young pair of butt cheeks and he could not keep from looking. His companion, a product rep who was attempting to convince Matt to introduce him to the key players in his largest account commented. "It doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it my young friend?" They weren't really friends and the man with him was legitimately old enough to refer to him as young. He liked the guy; they'd traveled together to some accounts in which a bad performance by a product rep would do no harm. The detail man had handled himself well and Matt had been pleased. Matt changed the subject, turning back to his companion. "It sort of stimulates the imagination, Anyway, hey! Things went well today. Let's plan to get together next Friday, early, around 5:00 AM and I'll take you in to meet the supervisor at the account you're so anxious to penetrate. You don't show any tendency to press or push which will be critical on this first call. Let her take the lead. Unless she asks, don't try to show her any product. She doesn't see sales people, other than me and one other rep. If she likes you and is comfortable, she'll pull out her date book and schedule a formal sales call with you for thirty minutes and then she expects to see what you have to offer, not make small talk. Are we in sync?" His companion thanked him profusely, said his farewells and exited the well appointed bar. Matt remained for a few minutes then took his drink and descended the wooden stairs to beach level. The object of his interest was now leaning up against the Tiki bar and placing her drink order. Her position ensured that her young rump was projected to the rear at an alluring angle. He felt like a pervert but he could not pull his eyes away from that ass. She turned, saw him, smiled and walked toward where he was sitting. The front view was everything he could have hoped for. "We're you checking out my ass?" She said in an almost challenging tone but still with a hint of a smile. Matt extended his hand. "I'm Matt, pleased to meet you. And it's hard not to. Pretty much all of it is right out there and it is a truly perfect specimen." "I'm Jenna, and thanks for the complement. It's a lot more enjoyable than teen aged titters or sloppy come ons, or was that a come on?" Jenna said, flashing her perfect teeth. Matt chose to ignore the question for the moment. "Where are you from, Jenna, local or just on vacation?" "Vacation and a little business, but the weather is so amazing here that I might just become a local. I'm from Chicago, well, I work for a company there but I'm originally from Indiana." "What kind of work do you do?" "Oh, I work for a company you've probably never heard of but I'd like to avoid work talk until Monday; right now I'm on vacation. You, I sense, from the Hugo Boss duds, work and live here, probably in some sort of high end sales and this is one of your favorite places to have a drink after a long day, meet others in your line of work to talk business and scope out the young pussy on the beach. How am I doing do far?" Matt had been taken aback by her use of the word pussy, but even more so by her precise review of exactly what he was doing at this particular beach front venue. "That pretty well sums it up, Jenna to include the fact that I too work for some company you've probably never heard of. It's Friday and I'm certainly off the clock; no work talk is just fine with me." "Are you married, Matt?" "I haven't had time for that adventure, Jenna, how about you?" "Adventure? That's an interesting choice of words but probably appropriate. I suppose marriage would be an adventure, one that I've not yet chosen to embark on. How old are you Matt?" "Jenna, let me save you some time. I'm thirty years old. I've lived and worked here for five years, before that the Army and before that college in Austin, Texas. I was born on the other coast of Florida, moved a lot growing up, spent a few years in high school in Virginia but don't really claim any place as home. I smoke a cigar now and again, enjoy Bourbon and red wine, like dogs and hate cats, live in a house rather than a condo on the intercoastal waterway, have no criminal record, am decidedly heterosexual and have no known diseases or physical infirmities. When I'm not working I like to take my dog to the beach and sail Catamarans. Did I miss anything?" "Not much. It sounded as if you were interviewing for either a job or a fuck. You have a job so I'm assuming it was for a fuck. Am I on target there Matt? Are you interested in fucking me?" "Well not until you complete you're part of the interview but assuming there are no mitigating factors, of course I'd like to fuck you Jenna." Matt replied. "Very interesting! We just saved all that wasted time over small talk, drinks and dinner. You're cute, Matt; you've got pretty eyes and all of that lovely unsprayed blond hair. You've got nice shoulders, a killer smile and a flat little tummy. I'm twenty-eight. I grew up in Southern Indiana, undergrad at Notre Dame, graduate degree at Ohio State. I've lived and worked in Chicago, the Northside, for two years, three years in Portland, Oregon, before that. Dogs yes, cats no, but I live in a condo so I don't have any pets. I don't mind cigars, red or white if the white is a really solid Chardonnay and bourbon is okay but I prefer a dirty Martini. I'm also exclusively heterosexual with no known impediments or diseases and no criminal past. I like to sail but haven't in years, center board boats not Cats. When I'm not working, well, that's a tough one. I don't currently have a viable hobby." "Okay." "Okay? Is that it? No more questions?" "Are you staying here and do you have a roommate?" "Yes on the first count and no on the second." "Would you like to fuck before or after we go to dinner?" "Yes!" Jenna said, throwing her arms in the air in the gesture often associated with a touchdown. "Matt, that was a first! I have had guys hint, make suggestive comments, beat around the bush, ask and even beg. You are the first man I've ever met who had already decided we were going to fuck and just needed to work out the schedule. You earned your reward---and mine I hope. Before, of course! Let's go." Jenna said, rising from her chair with the expectation that Matt would accompany her, which he did. Jenna had an upscale ocean front room. "I'm covered in sand and you've been in that hot suit all day so let's start with a shower---together. The rules are pretty simple. You can nibble, fondle and even use your tongue on that part of my anatomy that first attracted your interest but no anal. I don't fuck without a condom; I doubt that you have any but I do. My nipples are very sensitive, no tweaking, sucking or abrading. Don't fucking move when I go down on you; I'm not interested in a skull fuck; I'll take care of the action. Don't try to impress me with your incredible staying power when I'm sucking your cock. You can save that for later. I swallow sometimes, but don't even think about cumming on my face, tits are okay, though. My pussy is very sensitive, gentle, gentle and gentle when you go down on me; you can rim my ass hole with a finger or tongue but keep your damned fingers out. No pain but a little fanny slap every now and again won't offend me. I like to kiss; I like a lot of foreplay. I like to look at a man the first time I'm fucking him; if there is a second time, a nasty little doggie fuck out on the patio would be quite enjoyable. Any questions?" Matt began to laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you. It's just that usually a guy spends weeks, and months learning all of those things by trial and error. First time fucks are so often awkward and less than ideal. Thank you for your refreshing candor. Now, a couple of thoughts. If you want to fuck my face with your pussy, then I hope you use depilatory or you use conditioner. I hate stubble burn. Do not even think about touching my balls when you're close. I'd like to have children some day. My ears are sensitive; I enjoy having them kissed. Pinching, hair pulling and scratching are out and if you decide to get on top of me for a bronco ride remember that my nuts are down there somewhere. Same exact guidelines on my ass, no dry finger fucks---please! I love to kiss---particularly after I cum in your mouth. I find it extremely erotic to taste my own cum when it's coming from the mouth of the woman who just blew me. I also like to cuddle afterwards. Shall we shower?" "Same here on the ears and the cuddle." Jeanne said, retiring to the bathroom. "One more thing, Jenna, do you prefer privacy when you're going to the John?" "Watching each other pee is kind of a turn on, but I like the door closed and the fan on high when I take a dump." "That'll work." The hot shower was a delightful prelude to what would follow. Matt and Jenna both had well toned bodies and took great pleasure in helping each other ensure a high level of personal hygiene. They dried each other off and returned to the king sized bed. Jenna pulled the covers back and they got between the sheets together. They kissed, fondled and explored for close to half and hour. When Matt moved down her flawless form to eat her pussy, he felt confident that she was ready to move on to that level. Her pussy was fresh and delightfully fragrant. She had a blond muff to match her blond hair. It was soft and not remotely unpleasant. It was trimmed tightly on the sides to accommodate her beach wear but there was no hint of razor stubble. Matt loved eating pussy; he found it more erotic than the fucking which would follow. Jenna did not cum particularly quickly but she moved, moaned and whimpered and he knew he was on the right track. As he inhaled her delightful female essence he really didn't care how long it took her to get off. He couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed eating a woman this much. After fifteen minutes of what he was sure had been delightful for both of them, Jenna came, pressing her little quim against his face. Jenna was not a talker but nor was she silent. She made delightfully erotic sounds when she was pleased. He wasn't much of a talker either. All she said when he looked up into those deep baby blue eyes was, "nice" and she was grinning. With few preliminaries she worked her head down toward her designated target. She teased his cock with her lips and tongue while running her hands over his tight abdomen. She took just the head of his cock in her mouth and swirled around it with her tongue. When she had decided that Matt had endured enough agonizing teasing she engulfed his turgid tool in her hot, wet young mouth and took him to Never-Never Land. Matt loved to get blown; he'd had his share of blow jobs---good, mediocre and even really bad. This one promised to be off the scale on the spectacular side. Matt had good control but even had Jenna not warned him not to demonstrate it while she was sucking his dick, it wouldn't have mattered. Matt came with a scream exactly when Jenna wanted him to, and it wasn't that long after she started to blow him in earnest. Jenna had a PhD in cock sucking; the grin of satisfaction on her face as he moved up to kiss her said that she damned well knew how good she was. They kissed and explored for almost another half hour. Matt was certainly hard enough to penetrate her quite adequately but he enjoyed the play time every bit as much as Jenna seemed to. By the time both seemed to sense that it was time, he was as hard as he could remember in a long time. It was wonderfully sensual but also quite a tender fuck. He wanted it to last forever. It had all the trappings of two people making love and these two people had known each other for a little less than two hours and had come to this room to fuck. Jenna spoke first, whispering in his ear. "I don't cum like this, never have, but I love the fullness of your cock inside me, it's always the very best part. I'm going to play with my clit, okay? Don't hold back now and don't wait for me, just cum!" Wordlessly, Matt accelerated his pace and began thrusting into Jenna's delightfully hot little pussy with deep thrusts. He felt her clamp down on his cock with her exceptionally toned fuck muscles. He grinned at her expertise and knew it was all over but the shouting, which is exactly what he did as he shot his load of cream deep inside her special girl hole. He continued to move, elevating slightly to ensure that he was rubbing his pubic bone at precisely the correct spot on her anatomy. She removed her fingers and let him take over and came a few seconds later making her own earth shattering sounds. Matt wrapped his newest friend tightly in his arms and kissed her. She snuggled into him fitting as if she had been created to be right there and only there. It had been very, very good for both of them. It had in fact been almost eerily perfect. Jenna wanted to deny it; she started to return to the challenging banter with which their relationship had first begun but she still could not let herself release from Matt's safe embrace. Matt had no intention of letting go of her; she accepted it more willingly than she might have wanted to. She wanted to tease him in an attempt to break the intimacy that neither could fairly deny. He would have none of it. "Stop! You're trying to minimize what was for me pretty damned amazing. Please don't do that. I promise I'm not going to say, 'I love you' or propose. Just lie in my arms and let me revel in what was, at least for me, very special. It certainly didn't hurt that we laid out all of the ground rules in advance but I am, in my heart an old style romantic guy and what we just did was way beyond two strangers fucking in a motel room. It was special and you damned well know it; let's not screw it up." Jenna shut up; she didn't want to admit it was special. It shouldn't have been! They hardly knew each other. She had brazenly asked a strange man back to her room to fuck. It had been an amazing fuck; Matt was a perfect lover. Lover? No! A perfect fuck and that was that. Don't get all sentimental about it. "I'm assuming were going to do some more of this kind of stuff this weekend?" "Sure, why not. We did move pretty well together, didn't we?" Jenna replied, half bantering and half something else. "That too. Look, I think we talked about dinner. I have to go home first and feed my puppy. Why don't you check out of here and come stay with me for the weekend?" "Oh, I don't know." Jenna said as her safety wall was being threatened. "Okay, I'll go halfway. I've only got this room for tonight and Saturday night. I'll pack my stuff and go with you but I'll keep the room for tonight. If things work out, I can check out over the phone tomorrow. If not, I can always come back. I'm moving to another motel on Sunday anyway, in town and closer to where I have to be Monday morning. I've got a rental; I'll follow you. How far is it?" "Not more than twenty minutes." "Normally I like to shower after making...fucking, but I like your smell on and in my body. How about you?" "I may never shower again. The scent of your body is all over me and I'm not sure I ever want to wash it off." "That was absolutely the best line I've ever heard in my life! And you already got laid!" "Yea, something like that. Look, I know I'm asking a lot. You're right. It was just a fuck, albeit a fantastic one. We can't pretend it didn't happen. I came down to the beach with one aim, getting some pussy; it wasn't the first time and it probably won't be the last. You were obviously amenable to that idea. You came over and sat down with me looking for some cock. So, we just had casual sex! Let's, kinda, sorta, just start over. It's just a weekend; I know that but let's have fun in or out of bed or wherever else we decide to fuck. Let's see if we can just be a man and a woman enjoying a weekend together, a normal weekend like a normal couple even though I guess it's all about sex. I'm a big boy; I don't have unrealistic expectations of what we mean or don't mean to each other but let's have a good time and not get all hung up on what it means or doesn't mean. I'm rambling, are you with me?" In spite of herself, Jenna moved in and kissed Matt tenderly and wrapped her arms around him. "You're a pretty sweet guy Matt. I'll do my best. Thanks for trying to make the little slut feel like less of one. I really appreciate that." Shit, Jenna thought to herself as she followed Matt back to his home. He's a nice guy and great in the sack. Why don't you ever meet his kind closer to home? Fuck it. Maybe he likes rap music or voted for the goofy looking guy in the last Presidential election. It's just fucking; that's how it began and that's how it will end, sometime on Sunday afternoon. You'll exchange business cards but you'll never actually call each other unless one or the other is in town and wants to get laid. It all about cock and pussy and nothing more. When Jenna walked through the front door of Matt's spacious water front home her resolve took an immediate hit. "Who is your decorator? I love this place!" "I have a very dear Jewish friend who takes my sometimes disjointed ideas and gives them structure but I picked out everything you see myself. It's just me." It was also alarmingly her; she owned several of these same pieces of furniture. The art was in her style while not identical to what one would find in her condo. "Who did you vote for in the last election for President?" "The less goofy of the two guys running." Matt said, naming the only viable choice. "What kind of music do you like?" "Pretty much anything but rap, easy listening and Bruckner. Is this going to be a long exam? Should I get pen and paper?" "Not right now, maybe later." Jenna said with a grin. "Jenna, while I would hope that we would end up in the same bed this weekend, let me set you up in the adjoining room to the master. We share a bathroom, funny I think we've already done that, but there's lots of room to put away your things and if you get really pissed at me there is even a decent bed in there. It was actually designed to be a nursery someday. Not that I have any prospects in that area but I always wanted to be prepared." "You're not a vegan are you?" Jenna asked only half joking. "Not remotely." "Good. How should I dress for dinner?" "Well, let's see, do you want meat or fish?" "What I eat determines how I dress?" "The best steak place is dressier while the best fish places are very casual. But don't even think of changing until you meet Fergus, my Black Lab. He's certainly been hunting for rotten sea life while I've been gone, he's only marginally trained---he still a pup---and he thinks he's a lap dog. You're not scared of very big but terribly friendly canines are you?" "Not in the least." Fergus was a handful or more accurately a lap full. He loved meeting knew friends and was very much the kissing bandit. Jenna giggled like a school girl as Fergus welcomed her to his home. His dinner distracted him and seemed to calm him down. She began to explore. "You have a damned pool and a hot tub?" "Doesn't everybody? Everyone in this state seems to, anyway." Matt replied. "Can we get naked out here?" "No one can see the back of the house; occasionally a fishing boat will cruise in close but you can see them coming." "Which is closer, dressy steak or casual fish?" Fate Had Brought Them Together "Casual fish." He replied. "Casual fish it is." Matt and Jenna changed quickly for dinner and met again in the center of the Great Room. He took Jenna in his arms and kissed her, probing gently. "What was that for?" "I always make it a point to take any woman who shows up in the middle of my house in my arms and kiss her, particularly when she's a pretty as you are." "What you men won't say and do to get a little tail!" Jenna replied. Throughout dinner the banter continued but it lost the edge it had once had. As they walked along the water's edge prior to driving back to Matt's house she did not resist when he took her hand in his. By the time they were back in the car their quiet conversation as they learned about each others hopes and dreams was the normal discourse that occurs when a man and a woman first explore the possibilities. Jenna stopped fighting the normalcy. They were becoming friends; they were becoming increasingly less guarded and more at ease. It felt very safe and very nice. Jenna's only real fear was how easily she was becoming comfortable with Matt, a man who would be just a memory on Monday morning. The oddest thing to Matt as he thought about the future was how the present had evolved. Sex is supposed to be the most intimate thing two people enjoy together. Yet the intimacy between the two of them was just beginning to unfold. You were supposed to get to know each other, become friends, share intimacies and then have sex. They'd done it in reverse order. He wasn't convinced that their brief history had to be a barrier to something more. He doubted that Jenna was remotely of the same mind set but he hadn't become the top salesman east of the big muddy in under five years without learning to understand people. Great selling wasn't remotely manipulative. It was all about helping someone understand and express their needs---and then meeting those needs. He was beginning to feel in his heart that this sale would be the most challenging and the most important one of his life. Their after dinner drink ended up leading them to the hot tub; the steaming, swirling water relit their mutual carnal fires. This one was a delightfully nasty and animalistic coupling. Remembering her words earlier, he did work her tight little back entrance with his tongue while bringing her to a screeching orgasm with his fingers. He mounted her quickly as she knelt in the fragrant liquid, taking her forcefully, raising her tight little ass up in the air as his thrusts became more intense. As his own orgasm became inevitable, he brushed one hand across her hard young nipples while stroking her wet little slot with the other. He was determined that they would cum together, as silly as it might sound to some. They did and both voices joined in a long guttural scream of total and absolute bliss. Both nearly had to bite their respective tongues to avoid saying the three forbidden and illogical words. Matt lifted Jenna from the water and gently dried her exquisite young form. He carried her into his bedroom and gently placed her under the covers. And then he made love to her over and over until he had no more physical love inside his exhausted body. They fell asleep together wrapped more tightly in each other arms than should have been physically possible. Both fell asleep grinning like children on Christmas morning, neither willing to dwell on the impossibility of where they had been and where they might end up. Jenna awoke before Matt. She sat up and just watched him sleeping. Oh, fuck, don't do this Jenna. Don't fall for this guy. How can everything feel so right when you know damned well it's all wrong? She had a good friend in Chicago, another woman. She had met a guy like this one. Over the next eight years they got together often and fucked. The sex was wonderful. Her friend thought there was more right up to the day he told her he was marrying someone else and thanks for the eight years of mind blowing sex. Take it for what it is and know that tomorrow afternoon you will walk away just like you always do. Matt rolled over and his dick was rock solid. His fat cock was quickly inside her mouth. I love this! I'd rather suck than fuck, well, no that's not fair...let me think about it. While she was thinking about it, Matt blew a delightful load of cum in her mouth. As had occurred on a few other times in her life, Jenna experienced her own quiet orgasm. He had been dreaming that Jenna was sucking his dick right up to the second he came. As he began to reposition to return the oral favor, Jenna spoke. "Nope! That was on the house. I've always wanted to blow a guy who was asleep, knowing that he was dreaming about having his cock in my mouth and then waking up just as he cums and realizes it's not a dream. I used to think I was weird or whatever; I genuinely enjoy---I fucking love sucking cock. I love the feel, the hard smoothness of a big dick in my mouth and the absolute control. I came, albeit it a small one when I was just blowing you and I never touched my pussy. It was one of those wonderfully nasty little ones that just sneaks up on you and then---bang! And I'm talking like a complete slut." "Yea, I suppose and you've got me so damn turned on that, after I piss I'm going to nail me a nice little piece of ass." Jenna followed Matt to the bathroom. "That's okay, don't be shy, I can wait." She said mischievously. "Can I shake it for you?" Jenna moved over and took Matt's fat cock in her hands. "Pee for me baby." Matt did so and Jenna giggled like a little girl. "Now you know what a slut I am; I've always wanted to hold a man's cock while he was pissing. Damn that makes me hot!" "My turn, sit down wench and piss." "I don't have anything for you to shake, oh, that's nice, oh, shit I'm not sure I can pee when a guys diddling my clit, ohhhhhhh, shit...oh, fuck, oh yes I can!!!!!" Jenna spoke after she had recovered from the almost simultaneous piss and cum. "That was intense! I had no idea I could do that! You learn something new everyday. That's was wonderfully dirty." "Do you want to talk or fuck?" "I want to fuck right here in the bathroom. Just bend me over the counter. We can watch each others faces in the mirror." Matt pulled Jenna up, spun her around, pushed her down against the counter and penetrated her hot little box in a single stroke. "Just ball me baby, make me your little fuck slut. Bang this bitch you mother fucker...YES!!!!" In spite of one more hard, nasty and wonderful fuck, when Matt took her in his arms and held her and ran his fingers through her hair she felt like a special little girl not a fuck toy. She started to cry. "What's the matter baby?" He said softly. "You're too good for me...too good to me...I..." "No, no, it's okay. You're okay. It's all okay, it's all going to be okay. Stop fighting it. Whatever is going to happen is going to happen. Let go, let me inside...please let me in." In that instant the Kevlar which surrounded her heart began to fail. He was kissing away her tears one by one and she was losing the battle, a battle she no longer wanted to win. She had one last chance. "Oh, Jesus, no! I can't let you...no, no, it's not fair, you could never...you don't really...it's not possible...this has nothing to do with..." "Love? Maybe you're right, maybe not right now. Maybe never if you won't let it have a chance. Do either of us have anything to lose if we stop fighting and just see where it goes? Stop fighting so damned hard Jenna, let me inside for Christ's sake! If it's right, if it's meant to be then that all good! And if it's not? We're big kids. Well go on with our lives. But right now I'd just like to have the chance to find out if I'm going to go on with my life with you in it or not. It's risky but I don't have anything else in my life that feels this good...I never have. Don't screw it up. Give us a chance." Jenna knew in that moment that he'd damned near made the sale. He hadn't closed it but she was going to stop fighting and let it happen. "Deal. Let's just get back to normal and see where it takes us." "That's my girl!" Matt said and Jena knew she liked the sound of those words. His girl...she'd never really been anyone's girl but she'd always wanted to be. "So! What on the agenda for today my handsome tour guide?" "Would you like to go sailing?" "That sounds like fun; I've never really been on a Catamaran before, well other than a Hobie." "The only problem is, Fergus has to go too. He loves to sail." "What about if we..." "He's no where near as fascinated with human sexuality as most dogs are. He'll just get bored and fall asleep." "What do we need to pack in terms of food and drink?" "There's plenty of food, beer, wine and such on board." "On board?" "The boat's got a fridge and a freezer." "That'll work. What's the big deal with Cats around here? I see a lot of them." "The water is very shallow in places and there are lots of sand bars. We get some tropical storms that tend to move those sand bars around so nautical charts are pretty useless close in. Keel boats are useless and even centerboard boats are pretty unstable since you can't safely fully extend the center board. I have two boats, one is a typical canvas deck type, larger than a Hobie and a bit faster. The one we're going on today has a small cabin, a head and even has an engine. Some guy with more money than brains bought it and then lost interest in sailing. I picked it up for a song. It's supposed to sleep four but that's got to be four small children. Still, you've got somewhere to get out of the rain and keep your beer cold. We can leave anytime you want to---the marina is five minutes from here---but the sooner we go the less traffic in the channel." "I need ten minutes." "That'll work." "I just realized that up to this point we've kept whatever this is on a first name basis, which is generally my style. So..." "Stevens. It's Matt Stevens." "Oh, my!" "What?" "Stevens. My name is Jenna Stevens. I wonder if we're related?" "Doubtful. Our families aren't from the same part of the country and my dad doesn't have any brothers. Pretty convenient, though, don't you think?" "Convenient?" "You won't even have to change your last name if we decide..." "Slow down, fantasy boy!" "I was just thinking out loud." The day was perfect for sailing; a stiff breeze came up in the early afternoon and they got up on a good plane. Fergus did not enjoy sailing at an angle and would retreat to the entrance to the small cabin only to return to his playful romps around the boat once they were again level. They beached on a small Island and grilled some burgers which Matt had in the freezer. They explored the island; Fergus squared off with a group of Fiddler Crabs which kept him busy while Matt and Jenna did their own personal exploration. They removed their suits and chased each other through the low sand dunes. The returned to the shallow surf and fucked with the waves lapping against them. They returned to the marina in the late afternoon tired but delightfully so. When the returned home Fergus was completely exhausted from all of the stimulation. Matt and Jenna washed each other lovingly in the shower and then took a nap until after the sun went down. They awoke in each others arms and just stayed like that until Fergus came into to remind his master that dinner was late. They stayed in that night and cooked dinner together. After dinner they watched an old Fred and Ginger movie together, falling asleep on the sofa. Just after midnight, Matt carried Jenna in and put her under the covers. She awoke an hour or so later and after a quick trip to the head made it clear to Matt that she was completely rested and ready to rock. Their first coupling was incredibly urgent and intense but amazingly loving and passionate. In the early morning light Matt made love to her tenderly and for the first time she didn't say anything flip afterwards that might have spoiled it. Sunday they again stayed in together. Matt made a hearty breakfast and they did the crossword puzzles together. They watched a couple of the Sunday morning talk shows. They went for a walk on the beach in front of Matt's home. They held hands and spent a lot of time just looking at each other. Think about the scene at the top of the Empire State Building when Meg Ryan finally meets Tom Hanks in, "Sleepless in Seattle" and all she can do at first is just look at him. Possibly she was trying to picture the two of the together as a couple. She might have been wondering what their kids will look like; maybe she was thinking about whether he's going to keep his hair, or picturing the two of them rocking on a porch some where in their golden years. As the sun moved passed it's zenith that Sunday they touched each other often...almost constantly. Matt and Jenna enjoyed dinner together one last time on Sunday evening as the sun was setting over the water. She was dressed and packed. As they slipped their arms around each other beside her rental car she slipped her business card into his hand. He pulled his own from his pocket and handed it to her. Both slipped their respective work identities into their pockets. "You warned me about this part." Matt said with a grin. "Let's see, you'll look me up next time you're in Florida and I'll give you a call next time I'm in Chicago?" "Yea, that's usually how it works. The second number is one of those systems that, 'finds' me depending on what phone I'm at." "I have one of those too; aren't we poster children for the electronic communications age." "I've got a long day tomorrow and it starts early; I fly back home around six. I'll call you when I get home; I promise." Jenna said softly. "Do you get to Chicago very often?" "As a matter of fact, I ah...yes. I guess yes is the right answer, I get called up to attend some conference about once a month." "Good! I've got to go." She said, and kissed him softly. Leaving his arms was a lot more difficult that she wanted it to be. Soon she was gone. The house was terribly empty without her; even Fergus seemed to miss her as he crawled up on the sofa and put his head in Matt's lap. He knew where she was staying for the night; she'd asked him not to call so that she could just, 'get her head back in the game' for the next work day. Damn! He'd come so blasted close but he'd come up short. He hadn't closed the sale. He knew it was more...she knew it was more. "Fergus my young man, she's a keeper. Don't you think so?" Fergus whimpered and licked Matt's palm. Just before 6:30 AM, Matt left home in his car for his own early appointment. He remembered where, with what company and when but didn't remember who he was supposed to meet. His customer service coordinator always uploaded any special appointments electronically directly to his Blackberry. At the traffic light before he would turn left on to the causeway he realized he wouldn't get through for a turn or two of the stop light. The second he saw the welcome screen on his PDA he knew it wasn't his. Jenna had asked to borrow his charger which was always plugged in in the kitchen. Her card...he knew he'd put it in his briefcase. As soon as he made the turn he pulled off on the one lane access road which fronted on the bay. Opening the briefcase he found the business card which he had not looked at before, tossed in with some other papers he had thrown together at the last minute. Just as he was about to dial the number on the card the logo of her company caught his eye. He smiled. He turned her Blackberry back on, hoping it wasn't password protected. It wasn't. Where was Jenna Stevens right now and where would she be at 7:00 AM? He knew the location well; he himself often used it to meet other reps with whom he had decided to work. It wasn't fifteen minutes away; it was a business person's hotel just a couple of minutes off the Tampa side of the Courtney-Campbell. Jenna had not checked her PDA until she had arrived at her destination; she too knew instantly that she had the wrong unit. His business card, where the fuck was it? Still in the pocket of her shorts packed away in her suitcase in the trunk. She could call her own Blackberry but like many people who used the upscale devices she didn't use its cell phone capability and had no idea what the number was. She wasn't going to dig through her underwear in the middle of a crowded hotel parking lot. Maybe she could find something useful in his unit; no, she was funny about nosing through another person's personal data assistant. It was an invasion of privacy. Her secretary wouldn't be at work for two more hours on Central time. Fuck it. She new where and when and she knew the name of the company. She could wing it; hopefully Matt would figure it out and call her and they could arrange to meet somewhere and do a swap. She was meeting some hot shit salesman from one of their distributors. She knew he sold more of her company's high end product line than any other sales reps; hell he sold more than all of their, 'mom and pop' distributors combined. He'd be an arrogant bastard, they usually were. His company was the largest distributor of her products; it was in fact the largest distributor of products in their overall industry. They wanted to talk about an exclusive agreement. Her management was leaning that way. As the Director of Marketing it was now her job to evaluate the success that big hitters like this guy were having. She had visited and traveled with four other sales reps from this same company and they had been an impressive lot. They knew their stuff and she was convinced that their success wasn't remotely dumb luck or, 'right place and right time'. Her boss, the Vice President of Marketing had spent a couple of weeks working with reps from the smaller distributors and was convinced that they were not that impressive and in many cases had discounted her company's products---which they weren't supposed to do without permission---just to steal the business. Price cutting was what had brought the whole issue of an exclusive arrangement to a head. The national distributor was sick and tired of earning the business only to have some hack come in and cut the price. Additionally there had been quality assurance issues with several of the small distributors; they weren't storing or transporting the goods under the correct conditions. That could mean legal problems. If the two companies couldn't come to an exclusive agreement they might well decide that it was too much trouble and dump her product line—and they currently distributed almost eighty percent of it. Her company would retain a lot of the business through other distributors in the short haul. A quick historical review clearly indicated that these big boys never lost these kinds of wars. They were very strong with the customer base and would convert half or more of her company's products to a competitor overnight. Hers was not that big a company; it might well take them under. On the other hand other small manufacturers like her company had, "rolled the dice" and gone exclusive with the big national distributor. Almost all became Fortune 500 players within a few years. So today, her job was more critical than evaluating this guy's talents. For all practical purposes the need to go single source had already been realized. She'd needed to do some damned fine selling of her own. This guy worked for the, "Elephant" in the room in her industry. They could be the, "best friend or worst enemy" to an up and coming manufacturer. Her corporation needed them more than the other way around. The other reps from this company with whom she had worked had all been sharp guys nearly a generation older than she was. They worked on straight commission with no cap. They drove automobiles that reflected their success and status. They'd all be a tad arrogant but if true be told, they'd earned the right. Their customer relationships were incredibly strong. It was if they were insiders, executives in the customer's places of business and they were known, respected and liked from the executive suite to the loading dock. They'd all been good looking guys, albeit closer to her father's age than her own. She'd have little trouble picking out her breakfast companion; these dudes just stuck out and her quarry would be head and shoulders above the other business types in the hotel's dining room. Fate Had Brought Them Together Matt walked up to Jenna's table and wordlessly placed her Blackberry on the table a minute or two before seven. "Matt, what are you doing here? How did you....you checked my calendar on my PDA?" "Uh, huh. You didn't check mine?" "No, I feel funny about getting nosy and digging through someone else's Blackberry. As soon as the opening screen came up I knew it wasn't mine; I just turned it off. I remembered that I'd used your charger in the kitchen." "Go ahead; you have my permission." Matt said, sliding his own unit across the table. "Matt, I don't really have time for this; I'm supposed to be meeting someone here for breakfast at seven. Thank God I remembered the time and the place at least. He's obviously late, but..." "Maybe your secretary loaded a cell phone number with the appointment and you can call him? Work with me here, at least check your own appointment calendar." Jenna turned on her PDA and quickly spun to the appointment screen. What she saw almost caused her to drop the over priced appointment book. "I suppose your given name is Matthew? Matthew Stevens?" "Uh, huh, but only my mother still calls me Matthew but you're welcome to. Think about it. We could have had breakfast together...in bed. Plus, now we've got to drive all the way back across the causeway because that's where the customers we are going to visit reside." "So I guess my seven o'clock wasn't late after all?" "I'm always punctual." "I suppose you're going to try to convince me that this is another example of fate, some grand scheme?" "Uh huh." "Do we have time for breakfast?" "Sure. We can discuss why I've had success with your company's products before you meet the customers that buy them from me. Then we can chat about us." "Us?" "Long distance romances can be difficult." "Romances?" "I've previously chatted with your boss about the need to decentralize your marketing efforts while consolidating distribution to a single channel---my company. I'm confident that our two companies are very close to, 'getting in bed' together. I'm actually flying to Chicago tomorrow on an 'in and out' to participate in a conference to finalize the deal. We want regional marketing directors; your people see the wisdom in that. Since we jointly have the strongest market penetration in the Southeast, particularly in Florida, it makes sense to kick off the regional marketing director program down here. I'm already on record with that recommendation." "In bed together?" "Uh, huh." "An in and out? Those can be so exhausting. Wouldn't you rather fly up tonight and get a good night's sleep so you'll be fresh for such an important meeting?" "I do have a lady that can stay with Fergus but I guess I'd need to get a hotel room..." "Oh, I don't think you need to do that." "A good night's sleep would be nice. Do you think I'll be able to get a good night's sleep?" "Not very likely." "Let's order! I'm starved." Matt said, grabbing a menu. "You are considerably younger than your peers in the company." "Peers...hmmmm. Okay. I came to this company five years ago after the Army. I have an MBA from a top business school. Everyone starts in sales. The CEO and every officer below him, 'carried a bag'. We're a sales rather than a marketing company. I assumed I'd sell for a year, make plan, get on commission and then go to management. The asked me to do exactly that but by then I was making too much to afford the cut in pay as a manager. I liked the freedom and I didn't really want to leave this part of the country. I figured out the game quicker than most folks do. I also came in at a good time; both the market and the company were in an explosive growth phase. I'm number one in any categories you'd care to measure east of the Mississippi and number three overall out of three hundred. What's the official poverty line right now? I seem to recall that it's $45,000 a year for a family of four. I make considerably more than that in a month and all I have is Fergus." Matt sipped his coffee and continued. "It's not going to last forever; the company wants to become more management driven but they can't get the people who really know the business---people like me---to leave a serious six figure sales territory for $75,000 a year, a bonus, expenses and a company car. The only ones that do take the management offer tend to be the ones that wouldn't have made it in sales in the long run. My, 'boss' is a nice enough guy but he doesn't have a clue---nor does he get in my way. He keeps busy 'training' the new reps out of college. Ultimately they'll force us to take a management job. They'll have to dramatically increase the comp in order to come close to, 'keeping us whole' which means they'll have to pare back the sales comp to pay for it. They won't be able to match what we make now even backing out expenses; we pay our own. They'll sweeten the deal with stock options and outright stock grants and a title. We are a bunch of arrogant pricks---but never with our customers. Fortune did a cover story on our CEO and called us, 'Mercedes warriors'. Most of us drive them for two reasons. Under the current tax laws, and that's going to change, you can write a business car off in no time and most of us need every tax break we can get. Secondly they're extremely reliable and roomy and make the perfect, 'road warriors' office." Matt took a sip of fresh squeezed. "Make no mistake; we are warriors. Most of the guys my age and older are former military, all the way up to the CEO. We take no prisoners and while we just got a notice from legal never to use this expression in written correspondence or in public, we eat the competition for lunch and are devoted to driving them in to Chapter 11 or 13. There are over a dozen manufacturers in our industry that no one every heard of five years ago who are now the unchallenged leaders in their product categories. They got in bed with us. In many cases they modified their products according to our directions---because we understood the customers' requirements a hell of a lot better than they did." Matt paused again to sample his eggs. "Your company has an exceptional product. Quality and quality control are both stellar. It does what it was designed to do better, safer---and cheaper---than the, 'me too' competitors. It might even be under priced at full list price---because it saves the customer money and virtually eliminates the product liability issues. I've converted more customers to your stuff in the office of the risk manager or the corporate counsel than anywhere else. It's accepted to sell to business customers at what we call, 'Best Quantity Price' which represents a small discount for anticipated quantity. I don't ever do that with your stuff. I sell at full list and can prove to every buyer I have that they're still saving tens of thousand of dollars each year. You are also a consummate marketing company. Your product plus your marketing plus our sales force mean big bucks and a win-win for both of us. Have I been arrogant enough? I didn't want to disappoint." "Matt...I..." "You and I are going to be together until three and then you, and now it appears that I have a plane to catch. I am thrilled, tickled and amazed that I get to spend the next eight hours with your perfect little butt nestled into the deep leather seat to my right. I am as totally all business during the work day as I am totally not so when I'm off the clock. Let's do our jobs and we'll get to the, you and me part as I'm sitting next to you on a two hour airplane flight gazing longingly into your beautiful blue eyes telling you that I love you and trying desperately to get you to admit that you love me. But enough of that! Eat your breakfast before it get's cold and I'll give you a run down on where we're going and who we're going to see." "Time out! You cannot slip in that, I love you' stuff and than switch right back to business mode." Jenna said, pretty much convinced that she had almost lost the battle that she had not wanted to win. "Okay, I agree, a brief time out is indicated. I told you we are warriors; we hate to lose and seldom do. You are the best thing that's ever set foot in my life, although Fergus is a very close second. I'm warning you, I will stalk you! You are not getting away from me. All of this is not an accident. I don't go to church very often; I may have to start, although my parents dragged me every Sunday. There's a plan. A grand scheme---and it says that you and I are supposed to be together. I get it. I believe you are starting to get it. Let go, Jenna and let me love you." Okay." "That was too damned easy!" "You're one hell of a salesman. Give me a second. I've never said this to anyone outside of my immediate biological family. Here goes...I love you, Matt Stevens." "Finally! I've never worked that hard to close a deal in my life!" "Was it worth it?" "Oh, hell yes!" Matt and Jenna worked throughout the day together meeting his key customers. He was as good as she had ever seen. His relationships with customers were uncanny. As the day drew to a close she understood exactly what their two companies needed to do. "Do you need to go home and pack? There's not a lot of time, but..." "No, believe it or not I keep a bag packed in the trunk. My suit will need to hang out in a steamy bathroom but I'll be fine." Jenna dropped off her rental while Matt parked his car. He met her just in front of the security checkpoint. "Here." He said, handing her an upgrade certificate. "My company definitely doesn't pay for First Class." She said. "Nor does mine." Matt did exactly what he had said he was going to do as they sipped a decent glass of red. He told her in every way he could imagine that he loved her. All resistance was gone for Jenna. She reciprocated. Nestled in his strong arms it was all good. She knew that it was likely that there was a new adventure ahead for her...for them. It was Matt's turn to gape in surprise when he got his first glimpse of Jenna's condo. "You have got to be shitting me! This is the final straw! What are we going to do with two sofas, two coffee tables and two arm chairs that are identical? Well at least the art work will mesh. Now come on young lady, you already knew about this. Do you still have any doubt that this is all part of a grand master plan?" "Nope. I decided that further resistance was futile at breakfast. How about a shower; I feel grimy." "Together?" "Is there any other way?"