Business Trip Chapter 10

Business Trip Chapter 10

Copyright © 2024 by W. Richard St. James

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental

THEY DID THAT, with Brad swimming mostly sidestroke like he did with his wife. A couple was on the walkway, passing them, hand in hand, beer cans in the other.

“That them?”

“Think so. Seemed like nice kids.”

“You don’t know anything about them. Really. I can’t imagine getting married that young.”

“Why not? You could have married Evan right out of high school.”

“No one gets married that young. Unless they’re pregnant.”

“Maybe it’s different around here. Or wherever they come from.”

“Maybe.” It was time to turn around. “Tony was used to taking it up the ass. I licked him there and it was like no big surprise. Think he’s gay?”

“Maybe she was doing him with a strap-on?”

“That young? In high school? Where would they even get the idea?”

“There was stuff about it in Playboy. Questions to the adviser. I remember some woman writing in about how her husband couldn’t get it up past a certain size dildo in his ass and I was thinking what the hell are they talking about.”

“What are they going to be like at our age, if they’re already doing this shit now?”

“Tony will be bald with a scraggly beard and beer belly. Alice will have put on some weight from her three pregnancies. They’ll have a little ranch house and a pickup truck with a gun rack. And a big dog.”

“Oh my God.” Ann was giggling. “I can see it. I can see it.” She stopped. “It’s not really all that funny, is it?”

“Not really. They really thought we were movie stars?”

“You could be.”

“You too.”

“Really. You’ve never told me you thought I was pretty.”

“What? I’m supposed to come up to you at work and say ‘Ann, you know I think you’re a knockout and that fact that you were a cheerleader just makes you all the more attractive?’ What would you have done if I had ever said that?”

“I would have gone to management.”

“Exactly.”

“Were you actually thinking that?”

“I’m a guy. What do you want? It’s the way we’re wired. I never thought I would actually do something about it.”

No more conversation until they arrived back at their rock. The kids had left two of the beers behind, along with a scribbled note – thanks for everything. Alice. And her email address.

“Oh, look at that. I guess they liked us.”

“Guess so. You want it?”

“No way.”

Brad took it, crumpled it to throw away, then stuffed it in with the remaining rubbers. “Back to the airport?”

“It’s only quarter after. We have time.”

“Time for what?”

“Time for you to make love to me properly. In the right hole. Which you have not done all week.” That provoked a sigh. “At least start out that way?”

“Sure.”

“And you could tell me you love me.” Another sigh. “What?”

“I’m going to tell you now. And later when we’re in the car. Not while we’re having sex.”

“Okay.”

“Ann, I love you. Not just like a sister or a daughter. As a lover. I don’t know what’s going to happen, when we get back to our other loves, but I have enjoyed this week with you as much as any time with any woman. Maybe more.”

“Thank you. It’s not that I didn’t know that. But it’s good to hear it. You’ve known I was in love with you for a long time.”

“Of course.”

“And never done anything about it.”

“Why do you think you’re here with me this week?”

“You planned this?”

That provoked yet another sigh. “I put things in place. Made it possible. Really, I was just hoping to see you naked. Not that I thought you would do that.”

Brad stubbed his toe on the way out of the water. He limped over to the rock and lay on his back, looking very unready.

“Oh dear. All this romantic talk doesn’t seem to be doing you much good.”

“Sweet and gentle doesn’t do it for me. Sorry.”

He closed his eyes. Ann sat down on his face, the same way she had for Tony. But he urged her forward a bit so instead of a nose up her pussy she was getting it a bit further back.

“You are such a pervert. I must admit I am truly shocked.”

“But you still love me?”

“Yes. Do you do all this nasty stuff with Jane?”

“I’ve been corrupting the poor woman for almost twenty years now.”

“Really.” Ann leaned forward to take a lick at a stubbornly unresponsive penis. Then to nibble at his balls. Then to trace the orbit of his sphincter muscles. “Like that? What if I did this?” She started to work her tongue within that ring, teasing it to one side or the other.

“Not too much.”

“You don’t like it too much? Really?”

“I like it a lot. But if you do it too much I won’t have anything left to do your pussy.”

“Oh.” Ann started to slide her butt along his belly.

“Rubber?”

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Fuck Jane and her fucking rubbers.” This one was dayglo green. “These have to be the least romantic rubbers ever made.”

“I think maybe that was the idea.”

“Jesus.” Ann slid the stupid thing into her pussy. Okay, she’d done it. “Why won’t you tell me you love me while we’re fucking?”

“When we were breaking up my second girl friend, the crazy student, was complaining that I only ever said I loved her after we had just had sex. So I don’t do that any longer.”

“This was over twenty years ago?”

“Yep.”

“Dear heart, for a genius you do some really dumb things.”

“Yep.”

“This is not working.” Ann gave her own sigh, lifted up, and slid forward so that the dayglo monstrosity went in a little further back. “Better?”

“I’m sorry.”

“So why do you like this better?”

“It’s tighter. Hotter. I love feeling the rings of muscle sliding down me. And then …” Brad grabbed her butt, pushed her down while he pushed up. “Feel that?”

“What was that?”

“In past the end of your rectum. The inner portal. I can feel that sliding up and down the tip, just like when I first go in. How does it feel for you?”

“Interesting.