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It was Just a One Night Stand.

By: Dinsmore



Now possibly alzheimers disease in setting in, but I recall the decade beginning in the late 70s and running through at least the first half of the 80s as a time when getting laid was impossibly easy. It was casual sex, the classic sport fuck without commitment or expectations and prior to both 'Fatal Attraction' and heterosexual AIDS. 

I was in my late twenties and thirties and had a very well paying, straight, unlimited commission, executive level sales job which required quite a bit of travel. I possessed all of the essential trappings of the successful sales executive. I was a good looking young guy, I dressed well in overpriced designer suits, drove a late model German luxury sedan and worked in an industry flush with attractive women. I was married to the job; the harder I worked the more money I made. Sadly, I didn't have time for a wife or kids and was too damned busy for a serious relationship.

Interestingly, my never ending search for hot young pussy to keep me entertained on the road led to me meeting the woman I finally married at the ripe old age of thirty-six. The timing couldn't have been more perfect; casual sex toward the second half of the 80s had become dangerous. Maybe more important, I'd lost the thrill of, "find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em" and was ready to fall in love and settle down with someone I enjoyed talking to the next morning.

Back then the scenery was always exquisite and, at least in the places I spent time, it was a target rich environment. I'll admit I wasn't always particular; I don't distinctly remember fucking any outright pigs but I did do a plumper or two. I wasn't alone; my peers in the industry in all likelihood were making out better than I was. 

I knew a guy named Ted who had a little black book; he could dial three or four numbers late in the afternoon in damned near any city in the country and have a date for dinner and more within an hour or so. He fixed me up a couple of times; they were always young, hot, looking for a good time and ready to fuck in return for an elegant evening and a four star meal. Many were decidedly, "shop girls"; you fuck 'em but you don't marry 'em.

I flew and drove in my travels. I drove in those parts of the country that just weren't well serviced by the airlines. I liked to just drive until I either got to the small town or city in which I had an appointment the following day or knew I needed to stop for the night. I stayed at mid range motor inns, but in small town America; they're often the best accommodations in town. I paid my own expenses and seldom went hog wild on motel accommodations.

My first target was always the girl at the check in desk; if she was fine and seemed interested and got off work at any sort of reasonable time, I went for it. Pretty lazy, huh? If the motor inn had a bar or restaurant, that was my next stop. A nearby mall or shopping center was always a worthwhile investigation. 

I once went into one of those one hour optical chains because the blond optician on duty, visible through the glass store front, was absolutely sweet and ordered a pair of new reading glasses to replace the ones I had lost. I hadn't lost them; they were out in the car in my jacket pocket. She was young with a soft layer of blond peach fuzz covering every inch of her sweet young face. I worked my magic while waiting for my glasses. She wasn't very sexually experienced but easily made up for her lack of expertise with sheer enthusiasm.

Decent restaurants close to where I was staying were always good places to seek out another traveling business person of the female persuasion, a bar tender or waitress. Bars, per se, were always at the bottom of my list. So, this is a story about my favorite one, an unusual encounter and a very special and unexpected dalliance.

A few times in my life I've met a young woman who just looks at you on first meeting with unmistakable interest. You know she wants to fuck you; she's a little cutie with a big smile and all the come ons. 

I checked into a nice little motel in a small city/big town in South Georgia one night. It was privately owned but had been highly recommended by several other people who traveled this part of the country. I pulled up just at 11:00 PM, just as the girl at the front desk was locking the door. I smiled, pleaded and look desperate and she unlocked the door for me.

"We normally lock the door at 11:00. Most of our guests at this time of the year are regulars and they've all checked in. How can I help you?"

I told her I had a business meeting in town the next day and all of my friends had told me this was absolutely the best place to stay. She smiled, pushed the registration card in my direction and asked if I wanted smoking or non-smoking. I told her the meeting the following day might run late and I might need to stay over. Additionally I told her that I might need to meet some people and would really prefer a larger room.

"Well we actually have a two room suite, it's really nice. It has a big desk, a fireplace and a hot tub. But it's pretty expensive; it's seventy-nine dollars a night."

Seventy-nine dollars a night was about what you'd pay for a single room in a crappy Marriott---twice that in a major city. I dropped my Platinum AMEX card and driver's license in front of her and said. "That'll be great!" Then I started to check her out.

A little over five-six, nice tits busting out of a tight little button up blouse, short blond hair, a hint of freckles not a speck of makeup, nicely formed hips and big, big, wide set blue eyes. Oh yea, this'll work. I started the patter as I filled out the registration, asking her about where she was from and such. 

She was attending a small private college in town. She was from another small, old historic Southern town two hundred miles north which hinted at old southern family. I asked her about school, what she was studying, what she enjoyed. We were getting along famously. The smile was growing bigger, perfect white teeth, the eye lashes were batting, the hair was flipping. Finally I asked her if there was anyplace I could get a decent meal at this time of night and just for a second, the smile was replaced with a frown.

"No, not really, everything closes by 11:00." She thought for a moment and then the smile was back. "You know there's a real nice little market not far from here which stays open till midnight...more for the college kids than anything else. And your room has a pretty complete kitchen. The market is more than just a 7-eleven; they've got fresh meat and produce and a pretty decent wine selection. Pardon my manners; I'm Kayla."

I smiled. "Jack. Jack Martin---but you already knew that since I filled out the registration and you checked out my driver's license. How do I get there?" We both laughed...hers was a very pleasant, deep woman's laugh rather than a school girl giggle.

She started to give me directions and I feigned abject confusion. "I know I'm asking a lot and if you don't feel safe I would understand, but could you show me? I can drop you off back where you live afterwards, if you like."

She thought for a few seconds. "Actually, I live here. We don't accept guests after eleven but the owners let me stay in one of the other small suites so that there is always someone on the premises when they're out of town. They're kind of like surrogate parents; I do their books, watch the front desk after nine and keep an eye on the place at night. The market isn't that far; we wouldn't be gone more than twenty minutes or so; I guess it would be okay."

It amused me that she was far more concerned about leaving her employer's place of business unprotected for twenty minutes than she was about jumping in a car with a strange man she had just met.

In any event, she was soon ensconced in the deep leather seats of my Beemer and we were at the market in under five minutes. She was wearing a short khaki skirt which slid up provocatively when she sat down giving me a perfect view of her well turned young legs. In point of fact, it occurred to me that the hem of the skirt was only a couple of inches away from her little cunt. She was not wearing hose and had the same smattering of freckles on her creamy little thighs. 

I was absolutely determined to explore the unseen area at my earliest opportunity. Her lack of modesty---she made no attempt to pull the short skirt down---told me she was either incredibly naïve, not ashamed of her youthful beauty or ready to fuck. 

They had great looking meat, fresh produce and an impressive, if small wine selection. We were out the door and back at the motel in less than ten minutes. Kayla found excuses to put her small hand on my arm or shoulder during our brief stay at the market; I took those to be definite buy signs. She directed me around the complex to the first floor suite at the back. Much to my surprise and pleasure, she accompanied me into the room and gave me the complete tour.

"We're neighbors; I live next door. There's no one else staying back here at this time of year, it's off season. There's a gas grill right off the room if you want to grill the steaks. You didn't actually invite me, but you did buy enough food for two and I haven't eaten since lunch so..."

I was taken by her directness. "Of course you're invited! Now it's my turn to apologize for my bad manners."

"No offense taken. Look, I'm going to run next door and change into something more comfortable; I assume you want to do the same. I'll be back in about twenty minutes---long enough?"

"Perfect." I said, closing the door and admiring the absurdly palatial suite I had just shelled out seventy-nine bucks for. There was plenty of room in the Jacuzzi, sunken on the small screened patio for two. I started it filling and turned on the gas heater which warmed it. 

A quick shower seemed in order followed by a change into shorts and a light shirt. Just as I was finishing up I heard a light tapping on the door which separated the two suites. I opened the door to see the young woman, also obviously having just taken a quick shower, in front of me looking adorably cute in old shorts and a tee shirt.

She whisked into the room and spoke. "This is the only room with a hot tub; I sneak over sometimes late at night to relax and unwind."

It surprised me how quickly Kayla and I had gotten comfortable with each other. Visions of her nubile young body descending into the steamy, swirling water had me hard. She had certainly given me the once over as she entered the room. Further visions of me bending her over the side and jamming my cock inside her little quim from behind were also there. She had an absolutely fine, full but firm young ass and not a hint of panty line---and this was before thongs became fashionable.

I cranked up the grill and Kayla busied herself demonstrating her domesticity by whipping up a nice salad and microwaving a couple of baked potatoes. Within half and hour we were seated at the small table overlooking the screened patio enjoying our feast and a remarkably decent Cab.

Kayla was young; the scrubbed look, the freckles, the clothes and the school girl hair style made her seem even younger. She was also exceptionally bright and in her senior year, majoring in accounting with an econ minor. She sipped the wine appreciatively. She had a quick wit and a delightfully irreverent side; even if we didn't fuck, spending an evening with her would be a delightful experience. She had good features and would almost certainly grow into a real looker. She would certainly, "clean up well" and with a slightly different, more mature hair style, a little make up and the right clothes, would be a real head turner.

I briefly told her what I did for a living and she asked a lot of thoughtful questions. She had every intention of going into corporate America when she graduated. I asked her if she was interested in sales.

"Absolutely, but bluntly it's not easy---for a girl--- to get into sales with a decent company. I've gone on a few interviews---I have offers--- and they all seem to want to put me inside in accounting, marketing, operations or, heaven forbid, HR. Right now I've resigned myself to taking one of those positions with the best company I can find and then trying to work my way into sales. I'll graduate Summa; I've taken all of the prerequisites for an MBA program. I'll actually graduate in three months with twenty more semester hours in business than I need."

I told Kayla that while I couldn't guarantee anything, I could certainly get her an interview with my company. In fact I routinely did recruiting trips for the company since our HR people preferred having, "real people" go on recruiting trips since they more fully understood the job requirements. 

When I had been hired, they only hired men and men who had done a stint in the military. The additional maturity provided a candidate who was more likely to, "hit the ground running". As that source had dried up, they were now hiring right out of college and working very hard to find top female and minority candidates.

Unfortunately, the younger folks were not always ready to jump into the fire and often needed more extensive training. Sales training had been expanded and a sales internship program had been initiated in which a young candidate would shadow an experienced sales rep for up to a year before taking over full account responsibility.

I had been through several live, video taped training sessions on the company's unique interview and selection process and was viewed as one of the better interviewers who had brought a number of great candidates on board. Without thinking, I found myself interviewing Kayla. 

The particular technique was very open ended, placing responsibility on the potential hire to do much of the work. It was a deceptively relaxed and non threatening style which basically opened with the classic, "tell me about yourself". Then the interviewer would look for potential strengths and weakness and urge the interviewee to expand on those points. While the natural stress of a formal interview process was absent, Kayla handled it as well as anyone I'd interviewed. I tried to picture her in a sharp business suit sitting with our director of HR, who had an uncanny ability to peel away a potential employee's veneer and get them to reveal their inner self. I came to the conclusion that she would appoint herself very well.

My company did most of their best hiring through relationships which alumni developed at top schools. I was vaguely familiar with Kayla's college. It was small, private, formerly all female and very well respected, particularly their business school. If her peers were as sharp as she was, it would be a real plum to develop a relationship and put her school on the interview agenda. 

I asked her if she knew anyone in the college's career office. It turned out that she was very active in student government, was class president and worked in the career center several hours a week. She felt confident that she could easily set up a meeting for me with the director of the career center the following afternoon.

It was at that point that I developed misgivings about trying to get in her adorable little pants. I was not the least bit tired; I had taken some customers to dinner the night before, slept in until checkout time before hitting the road and was wide awake. As much as I loved to fuck young women like Kayla, I was totally married to my company and my professional side had kicked in. I was seriously considering passing on any carnal activities. Kayla asked if it would be helpful if she provided me with a copy of her resume and went next door to get one. 

Her resume was excellent and very professional. She had a history of leadership accomplishments, the right kind of extracurricular activities, top grades and was working her way through college with a scholarship. This was a resume that I knew HR and senior management would drool over; furthermore, she had the talent to wow them in the interview cycle.

I started selling Kayla on my company while also warning her that the interview process was tough since anyone could say no with little more than a gut instinct. I also told her that we didn't fool around; we'd fly her up to the company HQ, she's interview with HR, a field VP and quite probably one of the top three people in the company---all in one day---and we would render a decision and make an offer, if we were going to do so, before she left. We certainly paid attention to geographic preferences and desperately needed to grow the female component of our sales force. I talked to her about benefits, corporate culture and tradition starting salary range.

Kayla was a very confident and sharp young woman who would easily win over our top people even without the sharp business suit. Kayla seemed genuinely interested; I had decided that a very pleasant evening with a bright potential hire would be the extent of my pleasure for the evening.

As the two of us cleared the dinner dishes and put them in the dishwasher, I was unsure how the after dinner phase should unfold. She went over and lit the fireplace and poured us both another glass of wine. We sat close to each other on the small sofa. Kayla quickly showed that she was a very candid and direct young woman. Those qualities would intrigue our HR VP; his was the most common no vote and he often cast it when he was not satisfied that a potential hire was, "real" and also capable of, "going for it"...the classic, "sets tough goals and aggressively pursues and achieves them".

"Are you tired, Jack? I know it's late for most people but I've arranged my class schedule around my responsibilities here so I'm a bit of a night owl."

I informed Kayla of my schedule over the previous twenty-four hours and assured her that I was wide awake.

"Jack, I never let anyone in after 11:00 PM; not that I'm afraid, but you just never know. I can take care of myself. There is a gun under the counter up front, my gun---and I'm on the school pistol team. I also know the local police very well and they'd be at the door with guns drawn in under a minute if I hit the little red button. I checked you out through the glass door and you looked pretty respectable...well I guess Ted Bundy did too. You were dressed well; I didn't miss the designer suit, the custom made shirt, the expensive tie or the Coach loafers. The car is certainly not the economy model. The smile and your eyes said you were probably a good guy. Tell me, is there a Mrs. Jack Martin or are there any little Martins out there somewhere?"

"Regrettably, no, Kayla. I just haven't had time; work and making money have become my life. I was married for less than two years back when I was in the Army; it was a big mistake, she didn't want kids, I did; we really didn't know each other and it was over quickly." 

Kayla and I had become friends. I decided to kick my own candor and openness up a notch. 

"Look, Kayla, I don't even have a serious relationship. My sex life is one long string of pretty meaningless one night stands on the road. Bluntly cute young women at the motel registration desk---like you---are always my first choice. I turned on the charm the minute you let me in the door with every intention of fucking you. We hit it off pretty quickly so I was positive I was going to get laid."

I paused to sip my wine. "Look, I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed our time together tonight. You are incredibly sharp; I'm married to this damned company and I firmly believe you'd be a hell of a great hire and asset. You're smart enough to realize that I put you through a preliminary interview---and you passed with flying colors. Bluntly, you're also adorable...my kind of girl...and as much as I'd dearly love to hop in bed with you I'd much rather be friends and if you end up working for us I'd love to be your mentor. You are just head and shoulders above most of the young folks I see in the recruiting process."


It was Just a One Night Stand.



"How old are you, Jack?"

"Thirty."

"Oh, my! such an old man. I'm twenty-three." Kayla said, still smiling seductively and never letting her eyes leave his.

"Well, Jack, what was I thinking when I let you in? You were cute; you seemed interesting. I get bored, sometimes; this is the ultimate small town and I've always found maturity to be very sexy. People talk at a small college in a small town. I don't have a boy friend and dating opportunities with real men are almost nonexistent. I guess I thought the worst thing that would happen would be, well, a pleasant evening chatting with an interesting man. The career opportunity was completely unexpected. You just didn't seem like the kind of guy who would dangle a lucrative job opportunity in front of my eyes just to get in my pants. As a matter of fact, it became quite clear when fucking me became less important than possibly hiring me."

"And what might have been the best outcome?"

"Ah, you so subtly shift back into seduction mode. You are really very, very good. I'm sure you have little problem getting impressionable young women, like me, to drop their drawers in no time at all. Frankly, you had the same effect on me. When we got back from the market, I had every intention of spending the night with you, the thought still crosses my mind but then you'd probably write me off as just another little slut you fucked who was just using her pussy to advance her career...and that's not remotely who Kayla is. It's the old, 'you wouldn't respect me in the morning', thing."

"I guess I can't help the seduction thing...it has become ingrained in my nature. Look, you know I'm not bull shitting you about how sharp you are. You've certainly received positive feedback in that area from other companies. And as much as I'd absolutely love to jump in the sack with you, I like you a lot; I hope we've started to become friends. I wouldn't do anything to screw that up—or the potential to see you working for my company."

"Well, Jack, while I haven't decided whether I want to fuck you, well I want to, its more whether or not I'm going to, the Jacuzzi is all warmed up and I intend to get in as I do almost every night. You can join me, or not." Kayla said quickly removing her shorts and shirt and taking the three steps to the hot tub. 

God, what a fucking body, I thought to myself. Long legs, that astounding little bubble butt...just the right swell to her hips...amazingly full, firm, upturned young tits. A soft wisp of blond hair around her little pussy. I was naked and sitting next to Kayla in the steamy tub in a flash. We sat in silence for several minutes.

"Okay, Jack, here we are. We're naked in the hot tub. Your, rather impressive cock is standing up at a forty-five degree angle. I must have something to do with that. Let's take this very slowly. We're going to make out...I bet you're a pretty good kisser. I don't want to regret anything in the morning. If I decide that things are moving too quickly too soon, I'm going to stand up, dry off, walk back to my room---and lock the door. You'll find that I really do have that kind of will power. I'm not remotely interested in becoming Mrs. Jack Martin...you've already told me that marriage isn't in your plans. This also has nothing to do with love or falling in love---for either of us. Maybe it's about some mutual comfort for both of us...at least a little slap and tickle. We'll see if it goes beyond that. If it does and you hold it against me, I'll be very hurt and disappointed and I'll certainly let out career office know that your company is not a particularly ethical one."

Kayla paused for a second, kissed me softly and then drew back. "Jack, regardless of what you leave with, I am not a slut and I don't sleep around. I've enjoyed the company of other business people who spend the night here but you are the first one I've ever gotten naked with. I am in my heart and soul a very good little girl. I've had lovers...not a lot but more than one or two. I'm not sexually inexperienced; I like men and I enjoy sex very much, I'm just really picky. I'm also on very uncharted ground; I never fuck on the first date...and I may not this time...but I find you very attractive...so kiss me."

I found her openness and candor to be extremely arousing. This was a very different game if it was a game at all. I was not the one who would decide if my stiff dick was going to find itself inside of one of Kayla's delightful orifices...she was. Now, I took a great deal of pride in those days in being able to get absolutely any woman I set to work on to spread her legs. I knew my way around a woman's body and had never had any problem working through resistance but this was going to be a different and unique challenge.

That first kiss...soft, full lips...a warm and talented little mouth...just a hint of tongue. Oh shit...this is the dangerous kind...the kind you fall for. We kissed and touched for what seemed like hours. I consciously stayed away from her little blond cunt. If I was going to win Kayla over, I was going to do it the old fashioned way. Soon she was sitting on my lap; our arms were entwined. Her tight young butt felt excruciatingly wonderful pressed against my painfully erect cock. At one point I was absolutely sure she had a small orgasm...and we hadn't even really "touched" each other yet.

"You are a very good kisser, Jack. Thank you for not going directly for my pussy...I really hate that before I get warmed up. If you had, I would have gone back to my room. So how are we doing so far?"

"Kayla I haven't been this absolutely turned on since I was sixteen making out with my high school steady in the front seat of my car in her parent's driveway. Wow...I'd forgotten how exciting making out can be; I've become too used to going for it. Thank you; bluntly I could do this for as long as you want to...even if we do nothing else."

"Well, Jack, I actually came...just a little one but you are the first man who every made me cum from just...kissing." Kayla pulled herself up on the edge of the hot tub and opened her legs displaying her steamy little treasures. "I know what I like Jack." Kayla said, lewdly spreading her pussy lips to expose the irresistible pink inside. "You appear to have a very talented mouth...and tongue. Let's find out just how talented. Eat me."

Having a young woman take charge of events was a new experience for me, but one that only heightened my arousal. I love eating pussy, particularly sweet young pussy. I was determined to clearly demonstrate how good I could be in that department.

Resisting the tendency to go for it, I softly teased Kayla with my mouth and tongue, staying away from her little button, then giving it a quick touch, then backing away and enjoying her sweet treasures to the limit. She moaned and whimpered; she ground her little blond cunt against my mouth. Finally it was time; carefully inserting a finger into her tight little girl hole and finding a spot that I had often had success with, I moved in on the target and brought her off quickly. 

She bucked, cried out, gasped and came with the profuse discharge of female juices that so delighted me. I lapped up every smidgen, extending my tongue deep inside her to recover every drop of her essence. She came again, smaller, but longer...I was in heaven. If we did nothing more again, ever, shit, I'd be okay. As much as I love going down on a woman this had been the most incredibly exciting such experience of my life.

Pulling Kayla back down into the water I took her in my arms...and we kissed and nuzzled for a long time. She nibbled my ear and whispered.

"You're an amazing lover, Jack, that was absolute the best oral sex any man has ever given me. You've certainly earned a reward. I'm going to blow you, Jack...no thrusting or trying to fuck my mouth. Don't fuck up a perfectly good blow job. Don't do anything...just sit back and enjoy it. It an activity that I take a great deal of pride and satisfaction in. Get up on the side of the tub."

Let's be brutally honest; a lot of women just don't give good head. They don't really like it. They don't like the taste. They do it because a husband or boy friend expects them to. Those that do it reluctantly during courtship probably won't do it at all after the wedding.

There are several things every man wants. He wants his cock sucked and he sure as hell doesn't want her to spit it out in disgust. Teeth are bad. Secondly, most men at some time in their married lives get very interested in their wife's ass hole...a finger, a tongue and maybe ultimately a cock. They'd also appreciate a woman taking the lead now and again. Moving and talking is good...very good. Any man who thinks a woman who is not very good in bed when he is dating her is going to become really exciting after the wedding is probably an idiot. If you want babies and she doesn't seem that interested before the wedding---don't get your hopes up.

I once had an unusually candid discussion with a sharp young guy I was mentoring. We'd become good friends and I knew he was dating a stunning young blond with the potential for wedding bells.

"Ray, it's none of my business but I'm going to be very blunt...tell me to fuck off if I offend you. Does Robin want kids? I know damned well that you do."

"She seems hesitant, but I'm sure she'll come around." Ray replied.

"No she won't. I've been there. I was married for all of two years; I wanted kids and thought that she would come around. She didn't, fortunately I was in the Army and we didn't have two dimes together and I got out of that marriage with little pain. Now I'm going to get even more personal. Does she suck cock?"

Ray was very surprised at the question. "Well..."

"Not unless you initiate it, not very well and seldom if ever until you cum...am I right?"

"Yes."

"That isn't going to change, buddy, trust me. Now I've met her; she's your type, a real cutie with a fine little body. Has she ever once initiated sex?"

Ray thought for a moment. "No, not really."

"Does she like you to, you know, talk dirty to her in the sack---or ever talk back?"

"No."

"Does she move, does she genuinely enjoy fucking? Does she really enjoy it when you eat her? Does she cum often?"

"Let me see, no, not really, not really and no...she fakes it."

"Now we're going to get a little nasty. Did you ever touch her ass hole---and did she tell you in no uncertain terms not to ever do that again?"

"Yes."

"But you're damned sure you're madly in love with her and want to spend the rest of your life with you. Trust me buddy, what you find cute right now will be tedious in a few years. One more thought...is she remotely interested in what you do for a living?"

"She hates it."

"Run, run for the hills and run fast. This is another divorce in the making. Oh you'll stay together for a few years and then she'll leave with half of your 401K."

"Ray, do you find Debbie attractive?"

"Yea, but she has a kid."

"So when she was sixteen she fucked up and got pregnant with her high school sweet heart---and had the guts to keep the kid, thanks to wonderful and supportive parents, work her way through college to include an MBA, nail down a job just like yours, albeit in a different division and is very good at it. What? Are you looking for a virgin? Debbie is a sweetheart. She and I went out together once or twice, nothing serious and now we're just damned good friends. If I was the marrying kind I'd stroll down the aisle with Debbie in a New York minute. She is as smart as they come with a delightfully irreverent sense of humor. Did you see her at the company beach party? My God those legs go all the way to her... But I'll warn you, she's not easy and not interested in just any guy---she not one to settle. For Christ's sake dump little Robin and get to know Debbie. She thinks you're pretty cute but she doesn't chase----she has to be pursued. If you've noticed, she never messes around with any of the married guys and hasn't got a hint of a reputation with the single ones. I know she'd like more kids but she's just one of those women that only plans to be married once."

"And she's good in bed?"

"Now Ray, you know damned well I don't talk about the women I sleep with but I guess we are outside the normal limits here---and it stays right here in this car. But I'm getting tired of being single and if you don't go after her, I might. Debbie knew I wasn't ready for any commitment and that's why it didn't go anywhere. Think about it; when we go to these stupid meetings, do you know anyone more fun to hang out with than Debbie?"

"No, she's fun, one of the guys, funny...playful."

"Well, Ray, she's every bit as much fun---and playful---in the sack."

Ray dumped little Robin and damned near had to get a restraining order. He courted Debbie; they got married six month later. They had three kids together. That was over twenty years ago. They're expecting grand children. In her late forties, Debbie is, if anything, hotter than when she was twenty-four...and Ray worships her and they still can't keep their hands off each other.

But back to Kayla; Kayla thoroughly enjoyed sucking cock and was quite good at it. I had been blown by the best, or so I thought. I was wrong. There was nothing perfunctory and nothing mechanical about the way Kayla sucked cock. Kayla simply made love to my dick with her incredibly warm and talented little mouth. When her trim little finger snaked back and pressed gently on my ass hole, she had me screaming in ecstasy in no time. Any vestige of my normal control was gone. I was disappointed that I had cum so quickly. I sunk back into the hot tub and kissed her.

"That was great! I really enjoyed that. Thank you for cumming quickly; my mouth isn't that big but your cock is...my jaw would not have held up to a marathon session. And thank you for kissing me after. I take a certain amount of pride in making a man cum in my mouth quickly. I mean, I love the feeling of a smooth cock inside my mouth, and I've learned to take it pretty deep but it's the treat at the end that is so special and your load was very pleasant...I swallowed every drop. Now I'm being slutty...are you sure you'll respect me in the morning?"

I responded wordlessly by taking Kayla in my arms and kissing her; we made out again for several minutes.

"Jack, if I stay in here much longer I'm going to get all wrinkly. You're still young and you'll recover pretty quickly. I'd really like you to make love to me and then, after a little nap, I might just want you to fuck me. So far, I think we've been pretty damned good together...I hope you agree...we might as well, 'go all the way'. Shush, don't answer...just take me to bed."

These stories can get a bit tedious with repetitive and detailed descriptions of the sex. Kayla and I made love with a sense of urgency and passion that amazed and almost scared me. It was the most real, unvarnished sexual experience that I could recall. Kayla was simply an incredible lover, not afraid to tell me what she wanted and needed. She moved so perfectly with me...we moved so perfectly together. I believe she had to be the most incredibly responsive woman I'd ever fucked. We finally did fuck after what seemed like hours of just making love and the fuck was every bit as astounding. As we drifted off to sleep together wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a closeness and warmth toward this young woman that I had only met a few hours ago that was alarming. I wasn't looking for permanence; I wasn't interested in a relationship.

Kayla awoke before me the next morning, making coffee and throwing together a light breakfast of eggs, toast and bacon. I was notorious for not wanting to still be around at day break. With Kayla, as we chatted light heartedly over breakfast I felt the strong urge to cancel my appointment and spend the rest of the day with her.

"Jack, I have classes to attend and you need to go make money. I'm sure you're not really directionally challenged, so here are directions to the career office. Why don't you come by around noon---here's the phone number---and we'll get you together with the career center director."

"Kayla..."

"Yea, I know, it was really special and you'd like to stay over tonight so that we can do it again. Don't. Let's not muddy this up. It was great...I enjoyed being with you more than...look! Don't let me down; I'm very interested in working for your company. I'd also be interested in seeing you again if that works out but under different circumstances. Don't say anything you don't mean or might regret. I'm quite happy right now...let's leave it alone and not screw things up."

I got through my morning appointments, went back to the motel, packed up and checked out. I called Kayla; the career director wanted to invite me to lunch. The meeting went very well; we were in. I called the HR VP and he was very pleased. I asked to use the FAX machine in the career center and faxed him Kayla's resume, informing him that I had done preliminary and in depth interviews and thought she was a winner, plus she had been the one that had opened the door for us to do future recruiting. I put him on the phone with the career center director and they hit it off immediately. I said my goodbyes and headed for the door; Kayla walked me to the car.

As I got ready to get in to my car for the long drive home, I turned to Kayla.

"Just an affectionate, business hug, Jack."

We hugged, a little longer than typically might be appropriate but not so long that we appeared to have been lovers. I made the lonely drive home knowing that I wanted to see Kayla again but doubting that I would come back to this small town in the near future to do so. She had been the best lover I'd ever experienced; she'd also gotten past the wall I'd built and that was dangerous.

A few months later I called the VP of HR. We'd hired Kayla; she'd blown away everyone in the interview process. She had elected to take a position on the west coast...was I surprised, disappointed or gratified? 

Over the next few weeks, my one night stands became less satisfying. Maturity was certainly a factor but if I'd been honest, I'd have admitted that Kayla had gotten to me. I tried to get interested in more meaningful relationships but it just didn't work out. 

I got tired of the constant travel and unfulfilling aspects of fucking a different woman every night. For the first time in my life, I got lonely; I still wanted children and I wanted to be young enough to enjoy them. Try as I might, I just couldn't click with any women that I thought I wanted to settle down with.

The company went through a massive reorganization and the system changed. A lot of people were let go. Those of us with stellar records were asked, or told, to come inside in a management role. The business was changing; we knew the business better than anyone and were the right people to begin building a more formal management structure in the field. 

I was made a region manager; a year later I was an area manager and a year after that an Area Vice President with a number of region managers under me, a big office, a staff and all that goes with it. 

I was informed that I needed to hire a sales manager and HR was sending down a candidate for my approval. Now HQ had approved the candidate, so my interview would be almost perfunctory. Certainly if I just didn't like the person or we were totally incompatible, I could pass. The sales manager position would lead to region manager and only the very best from the sales force were even considered.

It had been a long week and a long day; I drove home Friday after dark to my oversized executive house. I'd only bought it for tax reasons and often felt like an idiot padding around through the multiple bedrooms with my newly acquired true love, a big, smelly, lovable black lab. Work had been taxing; a sales manager would help take some of the load off. I was looking forward to meeting the candidate Monday morning bright and early. The resume was in my in box; I hadn't even looked it over, which was not unusual, as I often preferred to meet and chat with an applicant before reviewing their resume.




It was Just a One Night Stand.



I got to the office earlier than my secretary on Monday to finish up a project I had been working on. Promptly at eight, she stuck her pretty head in the door.

"Kayla's here."

Pardon me?"

Kayla...Kayla Davis...the sales manager candidate. She's waiting in the conference room."

"Hell, send her in."

And of course, it was the Kayla I knew...my Kayla. She seemed taller; the hair was far more business fashionable. The business suit was upscale and absolutely stunning. High heals only accentuated her already magnificent legs. Cute in a few short years had turned into drop dead gorgeous.

"I should have called. The look on your face says you weren't expecting it to be...me. Frankly, I wasn't really offered a choice by HR and couldn't come up with a good answer for why I would turn down a potential promotion less than fifty miles from where I grew up. If you don't think this will work out..."

I walked over, shook her hand and we exchanged the business hug. "I never look at resumes; until Janie told me that Kayla Davis was here, I had no idea. I'm tickled that you're here. HQ wouldn't have sent you down unless you were the top candidate. You were one of the sharpest people I've ever met and you wouldn't be here unless you had absolutely knocked 'em dead out on the west coast. Have a seat; can I get you some coffee?"

"I've had enough, already, Jack. It's really good to see you again. Look, I'm probably even more direct than I was when you met me, what, three or four years ago?"

"It was almost exactly four which makes you, what twenty-seven now? And I'm thirty-four. I'm sorry, I interrupted you...you were saying?"

"I was saying that, well, we have some history, albeit brief. HR feels that I can learn more working for you than from anyone else in the company. I never really thanked you for opening the door for me. Contacting you never seemed appropriate; I'd really like this to work out but if you're uncomfortable..."

"Kayla, we'll make it work out. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that you made an impression on me in more ways than one. I've thought about you often. I liked you a lot and respected you; if anything it should make it easier for us to work well together."

"So, Jack, you're still single? I didn't see a ring, although that doesn't always mean that much these days as far as men are concerned."

"Still single, regrettably, but certainly not the swinging bachelor I was when you met me. That life style lost its allure...not long after I met you. And you?"

"You know the answer...girls always flaunt it if they've got it." Kayla said, waving her ring-less finger. "This line of work doesn't leave much time...and then I've never really found anyone...anyway, no hubby and no prospects."

"Same here, Kayla, no wife on the horizon. I spend most of my nights sleeping cuddled up next to a big, smelly black lab."

"I love big dogs; we always had them when I was growing up. Maybe I can get one now that I'm going to be a little more settled."

We chatted aimlessly for a few more minutes then I took her next door to get to know my operations manager. I dialed the HR VP.

"Jack, that was fast!"

"Bud, if you remember, I'm the one who first interviewed Kayla four years ago. It's a no brainer; she'll fit in perfectly here."

"Jack, I swear I'd forgotten. We've gotten several top notch hires out of Kayla's alma matter. I haven't gotten down there as often as I should, maybe Kayla could freshen up that relationship for us."

I agreed and we signed off; the ops manager was introducing Kayla around the office finally leading her to what would soon be her new office.

Barb, my ops manager, left Kayla to make some phone calls in her new office and slipped into my office.

"She told me you actually interviewed her? Wow, small world."

"What do you think Barb?"

"She's good, very good. She's got the perfect mix; she won over the non-exempts quickly but has that underlying toughness which will enable her to deal with some of those big egos in the sales force. And she is absolutely stunning."

It had always occurred to me that under different circumstances I would have made a play for Barb; she was cute, bright, tough and blond. I liked her a lot; we worked very well together.

"I have a very special feeling in my heart for Kayla, Barb. Based on what she did on the west coast, she should excel here. Let's make damned sure you and I make it happen, understood?"

"Got it, boss, I'm totally onboard."

Kayla and I said our goodbyes a few hours later. It was a very professional parting but it was hard for me to look at her and not think back. Within a few weeks, Kayla had transitioned things in her old job, found a condo to buy with a little help from Barb and was moved in and ready to go to work. Barb and Kayla had become good friends; I was glad. They were both about the same age and Kayla could learn a lot about the ops side of the business from Barb.

Over the next two weeks Kayla got settled in and brought herself up to speed on her new responsibilities. She was a total self starter. We chatted almost every day, either early or late. She asked the right questions, showed exceptional analytical skills and began to take on more critical responsibilities. 

She put together a sales meeting with almost no input from me and it went off without a hitch. She started traveling with the sales force and visiting the outlying regions. I continued to receive nothing but glowing reports from sales reps, the region managers, the office staff and even customers as the months went on.

If a less than glowing report was going to surface, it would be from the guy who was now waiting to see me. He was the senior rep, close to a seven figure earner, full of himself, very talented and a bit of a prick and a male chauvinist. I steeled myself for his sometimes obnoxious bull shit.

"Bob! Great to see you. Damn, it's been a long day, I hope you didn't have to wait long. What can I do for you?"

Bob closed the door and plopped down on the sofa in my office. He looked tired but in spite of his sometimes obnoxious and bombastic personality, he was very good at what he did and the hardest working guy in the field.

"Look, I've never been that excited about having anyone travel with me---even you---and you were as good at this shit as I am...maybe better. So when they send a young chick down here, well that's not really fair. I checked her out with the west coast old timers; she was a hell of a star out there and they all loved her. Anyway, I was impressed that she called me and asked if I minded her traveling with me. I said, okay, since I knew it was inevitable some day. I was a real ass hole, as I tend to be, but it's hard not to warm up to her. She's really bright and she gets it...she asks the right questions. So, I figured, what the hell, and invited to come along for a second day, hell she young enough to be my daughter but she is really attractive, and frankly, a hell of a lot of fun to work with."

I didn't interrupt, knowing Bob was not done.

"Jack, I've got to tell you...I really fucked up over at United. I damned near blew the whole kit and caboodle. It's a long story, but Kayla saved my bacon...she saved the deal. And afterwards, when she told me what I'd done to almost fuck it up, I wasn't even offended. She was right on the money. She's aces in my book; I told her so. I also wrote a letter to the President and told him the same damned thing. Unless I'm mistaken she's going to have her own region before the end of the year."

"Bob, I really appreciate it. You're right, she's damned sharp and I've gotten nothing but glowing reports from everyone else but you're the toughest nut there is out there so your approval means more than all the others."

"Well, that's my two cents worth. I know she's going to be promoted quickly...probably in record time. Thanks for your attention, Have a good evening."

Bob left and I sat back thinking about Kayla with tremendous pride. My secretary Janie stuck her head in to say good night. I was just getting ready to track down Kayla to share the information when the phone rang. The HQ was an hour earlier than we were so it was probably them. It was the President.

"Jesus, Jack, I can't stand Bob and don't know how you put up with him. In the twenty years I've known the prick, I've never known him to say anything kind about management. This letter is almost gushing and much to my surprise, knowing what an ass hole Bob can be, almost sweet. I've met Kayla several times and she's one of the best I've ever dealt with and she knocked 'em dead out on the west coast. To impress that old bastard like this is almost a miracle...does she even have six months down there with you?"

"Not quite, Carl, and as much as I'd like to take credit for the job she's doing, 99% of it is Kayla. Every day I ask my secretary about something I'm supposed to be working on and to my pleasant surprise all I hear is, 'Kayla's handling that.' This is the first time since I've had this job that I've actually had time to be a manager, deal with some people issues and spend time with key customers."

"Well, speaking of people issues, I got your note on the region manager up in Charlotte, Fred, Frank? Obviously his numbers suck and I've heard other rumblings. You're note was the icing on the cake. You were pretty clear that you want to fire him before the end of the year. You know you don't have to ask for my permission but maybe the end of the year is too long. How long before Kayla could handle something like that. It's a big region and it's got some problems..."

"Well, Carl, she's virtually handling this region without much help from me, although she does have the security of knowing that I'm sitting here to bail her out---not that's she's needed it. I've got a pretty good idea about what's wrong there; I'm going to send her up there for a week or two, ostensibly as part of her training, ask her to do an evaluation and we'll see how it goes."

"Fair enough, but don't drag your feet. Later!"

As I desperately dug through my desk to find Kayla's calendar, her tired but always lovely face graced my doorway.

"Jack! Have you got a minute?"

"Yes! I was just trying to figure out where you were; you go first."

Kayla quickly briefed me on the region reorganization which she had put together. Some reps were going to be encouraged to resign; some were going to get more responsibility and hence more financial opportunity. One was ready to be promoted. One was ready to be retired. She was dead-on on every single point. I tossed her a copy of the draft reorganization I had started working on before she arrived. The recommendations were almost exactly the same; she smiled, beaming with pride. I told her about my meeting with Bob and that pretty smile got even bigger.

"Hon----I'm sorry, I did not just address my sales manager as, 'hon'---Kayla! Get with HR and get the wheels turning. Have you ever fired anyone before?"

She shook her head.

"It's not fun and we have a very special way of doing it here; if at all possible we want to make the individual not feel completely crappy about losing their job. I'll do the first one, the most senior, with you by my side; bone up on the HR manual on terminations. How quickly can we get it done?"

"Less than two weeks, I would think, maybe quicker. We're not replacing any one at this time, just combining some territories with the idea of adding back a new hire in a few months."

"Good! Because as soon as we get this unpleasantness done, I need you to go up to Charlotte for a week or two. Now the cover story is that this is just part of your training but in effect I want you to meet everyone, travel with all of the reps, visit as many key customers as is humanly possible and come back with an evaluation of the region's business. Got it?"

"Got it! And if you slip and call me 'hon' when no one else is around I won't be offended, boss. Have a great evening"

And with that Kayla spun around and existed the office and the soft sway of her hips created old familiar stirrings.

Kayla pulled the reorg together in a week, not two. She sat in with me for the first termination and handled the rest without me. From HR's perspective, she handled them perfectly. Soon she was off to Charlotte, preceded by a call to the region manager there to provide cover.

She got back two weeks later prepared to brief me. Her analysis was brilliant; she had uncovered some issues that I had not even been aware of but we were on the same sheet of music. My boss, the Zone VP, one of two, wanted to fly down to sit in as did the HR VP for a special overview. It would be my job to brief them on what would in essence be the demolition and reconstruction of a troubled region.

"I'll put it together, Jack, then we can get together and fine tune it." 

I agreed. Two days later she went through a dry run in the conference room with just Barb, my HR person and me. She nailed it. It didn't need any fine tuning. The big boys would be in the following afternoon.

"Kayla, it's my job to present bad news like this..."

"I'll do it Jack, I'm ready...it's your call."

"I looked at Barb; she nodded, as did the HR guy.

The next day I drove to the airport to pick up the brass, leaving Kayla to get primed for her presentation. I was a little surprised when the President got off the corporate jet with my boss and the HR VP. I filled them in and told them Kayla would make the presentation.

"Throwing the young lady into the breach, aren't you Jack?" The President chided.

"She volunteered, Carl. She spent two weeks living up there and probably knows the situation as well or better than I do."

As expected, Kayla was fabulous. The president and my boss grilled her on her recommendations asking her repeatedly how she would handle each issue. She never faltered. She was tough; she was at the top of her game. My eyes got a little misty as I watched her perform. God she was an amazing woman!

After we were done, the President and my boss grabbed me, leaving Kayla and my direct staff to chat with the HR VP. Out of ear shot, my boss started the conversation.

"Jack, that was the best fucking presentation I've ever seen. How much did you have to do with it?"

"Almost nothing. I went over her observations and recommendations; they agreed with mine. She put the presentation together. I might have changed two words in the whole damned thing."

The president turned to me. "Jack it's a big region with a lot wrong...a fucking hornet's nest. Can she handle it---now?"

I responded without much thought. "Yea, she can; if that's what you're thinking about, I'll stay close to her once she makes the move. My other region managers are pretty sharp and don't require a lot of supervision. Other than a lateral move from a smaller region of an existing region manager, I can't think of anyone else more up to the task."

"By now, I mean within the week."

"Not a problem."

The President spoke. "Get with HR; make it happen. Listen, we're not staying over, we've got another meeting to go to. I had your secretary call us a car. A few parting words of congratulations and we're out of here."

Within half an hour everyone had departed other than Kayla and me, sitting alone backin my office.

"I'm going to miss your smiling face around here. Congratulations. You're the new region manager in Charlotte. We want you there within a week. I'll have Barb put a team together to do a thorough audit. I'll go over and relieve the current manager and hang around to get you off on the right foot, but then it's your baby. And yours just may be the fastest promotion to sales manager in history."

We talked for a few more minutes and then agreed that it was time to close up. We hugged, probably longer than we should have and then parted.

It all seems like ancient history now. It was nasty for a few weeks, but Kayla righted the troubled Charlotte region and finally had time to actually move. Within a year the location was back on track and headed for a damned fine sales year. I acquired and trained a new sales manager but there would never be another Kayla. Six months before my thirty-sixth birthday, sitting in my office after everyone else had left, the phone rang.

"Jack, it's Carl. Are you ready to move?"

"Pardon me?"

"Your boss is about to get his own division. I need a new Eastern zone VP. The National Sales Director---you know him, Ray, you trained him---is ready for a promotion. He's going to take over down there. I'd like to promote Kayla to replace Ray, are you okay with that?"

"Absolutely, she's shown what she's made of in Charlotte."

"You know the drill, I want this done fast! Do you mind calling Kayla and telling her? I'd love to do it myself but I've got to go meet with some fucking stock holders."

"Consider it done."

I dialed the Charlotte office knowing that Kayla would still be there.

"Kayla! Jack."

"What's up boss, long time no talkie?"

"You're moving again...we're both moving again. It's windy city time. You're the new National Sales Director and I'm the new Eastern Zone VP."

"When?"

"You know this company, yesterday."

"I'll report to the VP of Sales and Marketing, right? You won't even be in my chain of command?"

"Are you that anxious to get away from me?"

"You know better than that Jack, I was just thinking that, well we'd be in the same city, I wouldn't be working for you and we could at least go out to dinner or a movie without any protocol issues."

"I'd like that very much."

"So would I. It's been too long since I could just let my hair down, you know, laugh, be playful...with an old friend."

"I look forward to it."

"I've got to run, Jack, I've actually got a date."

"Best of luck, hon." I said hanging up the phone.

Kayla and I were both moved and in our new offices in a matter of weeks. In the headquarters, our offices were once again only a couple of doors apart. She bought another condo and I bought another house, this time in an upscale locale close to the lake. We were busy as hell for the first several months and never got around to dinner or a movie. As I was packing up to go home one night, her lovely visage graced my office door.

"Jack, when's your birthday?"

"Ah, let me see, next Thursday, the fourteenth. Thirty-six. And you're creeping up on the big three-o, well twenty-nine, actually and as I recall, your birthday is next Saturday. I know, I checked with personnel."

"Jack you and I don't have a lot of real friends here and I hate birthday parties but if you were to ask me out to dinner next Friday, I'm free and I'd say yes. Sort of a combined birthday dinner...together, unless you would be uncomfortable..."

"Kayla, nothing would make me less uncomfortable than spending the evening with you. I have been trying to screw up my nerve to ask you to dinner. There's nothing in company policy that says we can't go out together, now that we don't have a reporting relationship."

"Jack you were a fantastic boss; you never let our brief history remotely affect your judgment or the way you treated me. Thank you. As much as I enjoyed working for you, I'm glad that I don't now. We were pretty good together in more ways than one. I'm going to stop now, I'm over reaching. Let's have dinner together next Friday and take it from there. Are you okay with that?"

"More than okay. Next Friday, then."

"Sure."

Six years had passed. Certainly I had feelings for Kayla; I had pushed them back and always been completely professional with her. If I was honest with myself, Kayla had changed my life; I felt a genuine affection for her and found her physically attractive. When I picked her up the following Friday evening, I began to sense that my feelings were moving beyond simple affection.




It was Just a One Night Stand.



I had never seen Kayla dressed for the evening; she was breath taking. I had hired a limo in case we had drinks to take us down into the city for dinner. As I took her hand to help her into the back of the limo I suddenly realized what an astounding woman she had become. She was all grown up. As we were escorted to our table at a small, off the main but superb restaurant, there wasn't a man in the room who could resist stealing a glance.

We bantered through a couple of dirty Martinis, playful, laughing...genuinely enjoying ourselves. I couldn't keep my eyes off her; I feared that I was working too hard at being charming. I wanted to impress her; I wanted her to enjoy being with me and want to do so again and again. I shut up and simply soaked in everything about her, her voice, her eyes...I had a momentary vision of the first time I had seen her, our first dinner together and, of course the night together which had followed. Some time between wine and the appetizer, it hit me like a bolt of lightening.

I had fallen in love with Kayla. I was never sure when, maybe I'd always been in love with her but at that instant I knew there was no one else in the world I could ever spend the rest of my life with.

"Jack? Are you still with me?"

I smiled. "More than you could ever believe and more than I've ever been with anyone in my whole life."

"Still the charmer Jack. You can lay it on pretty thick when you're trying to get in a girl's pants." She said, softly. "Not that you have to tonight; I was actually planning to go to bed with you tonight, just for old times sake! You were certainly the most talented lover I've ever had...before or since. So you don't have to..."

"Kayla, be quiet and listen. I never again enjoyed being the one night stand traveling salesman after you. I gave it up. I tried to get involved in more meaningful relationships; it just didn't work out. No one could hold a candle to you. I now believe I've been in love with your for the last six years; I just couldn't or wouldn't admit it. I don't know how you feel about me. I know you at least like and respect me and certainly I feel the same about you. So listen and listen very carefully so there's no misunderstanding...I love you."

"Jack?" Kayla exclaimed, quickly dabbing her beautiful eyes with her napkin. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Look hon, you already told me you'd go to bed with me and that's one line I've never used to get laid. Let me try again. I'm in love with you; I love you; I don't ever want to spend another minute of my life with any other women other than you. If I had a ring in my pocket I'd get down on one knee and propose to you in front of all of these people. But, babe, I've got to know...do I stand a chance with you?"

"Oh, Jack, you're crazy! Don't tease me...not a day goes by when I haven't thought about you...wanted you in my arms..."

"Then Kayla, for God's sake, look deep in your heart...if it's there, I've got to know..."

"If I'm in love with you?"

"Yes." I said more scared than I had ever been about a possible answer.

"You're such a silly, silly man. I don't have to look deep in my heart. I've loved you since that first time we made love. I've been, or so I thought, hopelessly in love with you for six years. Working with you has only made me love you more. Of course I love you...did I hide it that well?"

"Say it again, just let me hear you say it again...just the three words..."

"I love you. Now it's your turn, just to be sure."

"I love you, Kayla."

"Did you in a fit of madness actually intimate that you wanted to marry me?"

"Madness? I'm mad about you. I'll prove it. The stores are open late at this time of year. We'll eat dinner. We'll go find a jewelry store...Tiffany is just down the street...I'll get the ring tonight...we'll pick it out together..."

"You are a crazy but very wonderful man. Here come our steaks; I'm not into desert, are you? I'm going to call your bluff and see just how full of shit you are."

We woofed down the superb steaks grinning at each as we chewed. Soon we were back in the limo heading for Tiffany. Our tastes were the same, the classic Tiffany setting.

"That's way too big, Jack." Kayla exclaimed, examining the big rock on her left hand. It fit perfectly; it would require no resizing.

"I don't ever plan to buy another one and it looks perfect on you. You like it, admit it? I thought so. We'll take it. Let's go ahead and pick out the wedding bands while we're here."

I had the limo driver take us down to an area on the lake and down on one knee in the gray sand, I asked Kayla to marry me; she said yes. And then we got back into the limo and made out like teens all the way back to the North Shore.

"As I mentioned before, you're going to get lucky...your place or mine." Kayla whispered, nibbling my ear.

"Mine! I've still got that black lab and he gets lonely."

We got to my house, settled the pup down and Kayla spoke. "Oh my, a hot tub...have you been..."

"Fergus likes to get in it, but no, I've never entertained any lady friends in that unit."

"How well do you remember our first time together?"

"I remember it as if it was yesterday."

"Then let's recreate it...just like back then, back in South Georgia." She said slipping out of her dress. We were both naked and descending into the warm swirling water in seconds.

"You used to be a damned fine kisser...that's how you won me over..."

"I'm a little out of practice, but I'm sure it will come back to me."

And that was twenty-two years ago. We both climbed the corporate ladder some more. We have two children, a girl nineteen and a boy twenty-one. The company got bought a few years ago and I took a liberal buyout and became a house husband and stay at home daddy...and I loved it.

Kayla stuck around for a few years and became a division president and corporate Vice President. The company got bought out again and Kayla took a liberal buy out and retired before her fortieth birthday. Both kids are now in college and now we have several big dogs and a few acres for them to roam on. And we have a hot tub...and we make out all the time. 

We still take vacations every year in that little Georgia town with the great motel...we have a standing reservation...it's on the anniversary of the day we met which just happens to be our wedding anniversary.