Illicit DesiresCh. 09
As I walked up the Jetway into the main terminal of San Francisco International Airport, I glanced at my watch. It was 2:35. That was Central time. I was now in the Pacific time zone, so it was actually 12:35. It took me forty-five minutes to retrieve my luggage at the baggage claim and pick up my rental car. After that I had to negotiate the freeway traffic into the city. By the time I pulled up in front of the Claymount Inn it was a quarter to three. The Claymount Inn was a small four star luxury hotel. It only had sixteen rooms. All of them were suites. My suite was actually two rooms. The front room was a small, but very elegant living room with a love seat, a coffee table, an easy chair and an ottoman, a large writing desk and a of course a thirty-two inch flat screen television set. The bedroom was equally elegant and had a king size bed, an adequate closet and a marble bathroom with both a large bathtub and a shower stall. I was going to be very comfortable. After I unpacked and stored my luggage, I decided to go for a short walk. A block west of the Claymount I passed a bar and restaurant called the Whitehorse Tavern. A neon sign in the window advertised steaks and chops. It was 5:15 Pacific time, but my stomach was still on Central time. I was hungry. I went inside. After a tossed salad, a small sirloin steak, a baked potato and two bottles of Heineken Beer I felt much better. Revitalized I decided to take a walk. It was a long walk. By the time I returned to the Claymount it was after nine o’clock. In my room, I watched an hour of television and went to bed. The next morning I was up at 5:30. My body was still on Central time. After a shower, a shave and a room service breakfast I set up my lap top computer on the desk in the front room and used map quest to get directions to Wrightman Construction. Their office was about two miles west on Geary Boulevard. At 7:00 I picked up my SUV from the valet and left for Wrightman Construction. On the way I stopped at a Starbucks where I bought a large cup of coffee and a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle. At 7:30 I pulled into the parking lot of the Wrightman Construction office. I waited in my car, drinking my coffee and reading the newspaper. At 7:55 I went inside. A middle aged blond with a pretty face, wearing a low cut blouse that exposed an astonishing amount of her ample cleavage, was seated behind a reception desk. She was drinking a cup of coffee and filing her fingernails with an emery board. When she heard me come in she looked up at me and smiled. “Hi honey, what can I do for you?” She had an accent, probably Texas. “Hi, I’m Frankie Reese.” She immediately stood up. “Mr. Reese, welcome to Wrightman Construction. I’m Janet. If there’s anything you need, just let me know and I’ll take care of it for you. You’ll be working with Derek Maxwell. He’s in his office. He’s expecting you. I’ll call him.” Janet picked up the telephone on her desk and pushed a button. After a second she said, “Mr. Maxwell, Mr. Reese is here.” A moment later a door opened and a man in his early thirties emerged with his hand extended. “Mr. Reese, welcome to Wrightman Construction. I’m Derek Maxwell.” After that things happened quickly. I was introduced to the rest of the staff, assigned an office, it was next to Derek’s office and given an orientation. At noon, Derek and I had lunch with Mark Wrightman. Mark Wrightman is the owner and chief executive officer of Wrightman Construction. We had sandwiches in his office. Derek and I spent the afternoon in meetings. By the end of the day I had a reasonably good idea of what Ümraniye Escort I was going to be doing for Wrightman Construction. They had a contract to inspect and renovate fifty-six freeway bridges in the San Francisco Bay area. Six of their construction crews were assigned to this project. They estimated that it would take a crew approximately six weeks to renovate each bridge. They had one year to complete the project and faced stiff penalties if they failed to stay on schedule. Derek and I had the task of inspecting each bridge and determining exactly how much time was going to be required to renovate it. If a crew fell behind we also had to figure out why and determine what was needed to get them back on schedule. Derek and I spent Saturday and all of the following week visiting the bridges that were currently undergoing renovation. We tried to get to know the six crews that were working on them and observed and assessed the progress each crew was making. Derek was also a mechanical engineer. We were partners on this project. That was fine with me. He was easy going and bright. I enjoyed working with him. The work days were long. I fell into a routine. Each morning I had an early room service breakfast and met Derek at the Wrightman Construction office before 7:00. Our work day generally ended at 6:00, so I rarely returned to the hotel before 6:45. I didn’t have a kitchen, which meant that if I wanted dinner I was faced with the choice of either room service or the Whitehorse Tavern. The Sunday morning following my second full week in California, I checked my email while I was eating my room service breakfast. I noticed that I’d received one from Dkendall. As I excitedly opened it, I smiled. Dana hadn’t wasted any time changing her name back to Kendall. After pouring myself a second cup of coffee, I started reading. Dear Frankie, How is your new job? I assume they’re keeping you busy. I hope you’re finding a little time to enjoy San Francisco. You told me that you were going to be living in a luxury hotel. Is it nice? I would think that living in a hotel, regardless of how nice it was, would eventually get boring, but maybe you’re spending so much time at work that it doesn’t matter. I’m as happy as I’ve been in years. I hadn’t realized how miserable I was living with Pete. It feels like the clouds have parted and the sun is once again shining on my life. I’m actually enjoying being at home. The Wednesday after you left Katie called me. After talking for a little while we decided to have dinner together that night. We met at Murphy’s. I had a wonderful time and Katie did too. We spent a lot of time talking about you. She also wanted me to meet Andrea, so as we were leaving she invited me to have dinner with the two of them at your house the following Friday night. I accepted. It turned out to be a wonderful evening. After dinner we started talking. We talked all night. We never went to bed. Frankie, I am now convinced that Katie loves you. I also think I understand why she was infatuated with Pete and why she did things with him that she refused to do with you. I hope that some day you will give her an opportunity to try to explain it to you. That night Katie, Andrea and I became friends. I really like them and I believe they like me too. I know you don’t like Andrea, but I think circumstances may have caused you to misjudge her. She really is a very nice person. Katie told me that she tried to persuade her to stop seeing Pete. After talking to them all night, I believe her. If you eventually meet Andrea, I hope you will Ümraniye Escort Bayan give her a second chance. Anyway, after staying up all night, we had breakfast together Saturday morning. After breakfast they invited me to join them for dinner at Brady’s Tuesday evening. I accepted. Frankie, I hope you understand. It’s been years since I was able to go out with other women. Tuesday night the three of us had a nice dinner at Brady’s. After dinner we stayed for the dancing. It was fun. We each danced with several different men and then it just sort of happened. All three of us found guys we liked and we danced with them for several songs. When we sat back down at our table to take a break all three of the men joined us. Andrea was with a guy named Bill, Katie’s guy was named Andy and the guy I was with was Nate. He was a very handsome middle aged stockbroker. After we’d been sitting together for a few minutes Katie and Andrea got up to go to the ladies room. They asked me to join them As soon as we were inside the restroom Andrea opened her purse and took out four condoms. She handed two of them to Katie. When she tried to hand the other two to me I told her that I wouldn’t need them. Both Katie and Andrea insisted that I take them. They pointed out that having them in my purse wouldn’t hurt and if I did end up going out to the parking lot with Nate it was essential for me to use them. Andrea is a back seat bunny. Katie is too. Yes she still is. Your wife loves you, but she enjoys sex in all of its variations. She loves romantic sex with you, but she also craves dirty, nasty sex. I understand. I have the same need. That’s why I married Pete. The problem with Pete was that there was never any romance. He was incapable of romance. It was always just dirty, nasty sex and never anything more than that. When we returned to the table the mood changed. Katie and Andrea started hanging all over their guys. Katie actually sat on Andy’s lap. They played a slow song. Andrea told Bill that she wanted to dance. Katie stood up, told Andy that she wanted to dance too and pulled him to his feet. As they were following Andrea and Bill out on to the dance floor, Nate asked me to dance. Of course I said yes. Frankie, I had to do it, no I wanted to do it. I was having as much fun as I’d had in years. As soon as we started dancing, Nate’s hands were all over me. I didn’t do anything to stop him. I was enjoying it. We were dancing close. He was fondling my rear. His erect penis was poking me in my belly. My pussy was soaking wet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Katie and Andrea leaving the bar holding hands with their guys. They were going to the parking lot for sex. I felt Nate’s hand slip to my breast. I didn’t pull it away. I didn’t want to pull it away. Instead I danced closer to him and rubbed against his huge erection. For a few moments we danced like that, Nate fondling my breast, me grinding my hips against his hard cock and then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go out to my car.” I knew I was supposed to say no. I’ve never been that kind of girl, but as I rubbed against Nate’s erection, I realized that I’ve always wanted to be that kind of girl. That’s why I was attracted to Pete, when I was with him I could be a slut. Frankie, no matter what the self appointed champions of morality try to tell us, being a slut is fun. Sex is fun! Why do we have to be so fucking uptight about it? So, I took a deep breath, looked up at Nate and said, “Yes, I’d love to go out to your car.” Nate smiled and then he gently kissed me Escort Ümraniye and whispered, “Let’s go.” He was so romantic. Frankie, my panties really were soaking wet. Oh my god! I don’t believe that I just wrote that to you, but that’s how I felt and I want to be honest with you. Frankie, while I’ve known you for a couple of years, up until the last few weeks we were just business acquaintances. In my mind at least, that’s changed. I now consider you to be a close friend and I hope you feel the same way about me. I also have to admit that right now I’m kind of confused. Katie, Andrea and I have become friends. I really like them and I think they like me too. I know you’re angry with Katie, but as I told you earlier, I’m now convinced that she loves you and I think I understand why she was infatuated with Pete and why she did things with him that she refused to do with you. I really do hope that some day you’ll give her an opportunity to try to explain it to you. Anyway, as Nate led me out to the parking lot I felt like a teenager slipping out of a dance with her new boyfriend so we could make out in his car. Only this wasn’t a boyfriend and we weren’t just going to make out. I fully intended to let this man I barely knew fuck me. It was so exciting. As we walked to his car, I started to worry. What if somebody saw us? What if Nate drove a Honda Civic? Frankie, I’m forty-one years old. I was concerned that I might not be limber enough to have sex in the back seat of a small car. When we reached Nate’s vehicle, I was relieved to see that it was a Cadillac Escalade parked in a dark corner of the lot. Nate lifted the rear door. The back seat had already been folded down. A soft quilt was laid out on the floor. We climbed into the Escalade and lay together on our sides facing each other. Nate smiled at me. I smiled back and then he pulled me to him. He pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I responded. We made out. Frankie, I felt like I was a teenager again, only this time when my date cupped my breast I didn’t get nervous. Instead, I started grinding my hips into his loins. The sensation his stiff cock created while I rubbed against him was maddening. Nate unbuttoned my blouse. Once it was open he slipped his hand inside, reached around my back and unclasped my brassiere. There was a time in my life that I might have felt obligated to resist. That time has long since passed. Rather than try to stop him, I dropped my hand to his crotch and started massaging his erect penis. No, not penis, that word is much too stuffy. I rubbed his cock, his pecker, his big fucking dick. Frankie, Pete taught me that it’s fun to be nasty. Andrea and Katie are teaching me that it’s okay to be nasty. I can’t believe that I’m actually telling you about this. I hope I’m not offending you, but it was an amazing evening and I feel like you’re my friend. I want to share it with you. I discussed this with Katie and Andrea. They both encouraged me to write to you and be very honest. Katie still loves you. She’s convinced that she’s lost you and understands that it was her fault, all of it was her fault. She lied to you about who she is and fully understands why you can’t forgive her for doing that. I suspect that forgiving herself might even be more difficult for her. She desperately wishes she could turn back time and start over. Frankie, I repeat that I hope that some day you will find it in your heart to forgive her. I’m getting to know Katie. She really is a kind, loving soul. I understand why you fell in love with her. Anyway, back to my romp with Nate. It was so hot. Pete loved sex, but he was always very calculated about it. He never really lost control. Nate was a wild man. He pushed my loose brassiere cups aside and started rolling my nipples between his fingertips. I unbuckled his belt, unfastened his trousers and pulled his zipper down.