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Subject: {ASSM} An Early Call, Explosion on the Ground, MF 4/7
Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 08:10:04 -0500
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Chapter Three, Explosion on the Ground

	In fact we didn't even need the runway. We went on a take-off
roll in the elevator and the corridors of the hotel until we reached
her room. After some strong embraces and deep kisses, which she seemed
not too fond of, our clothes went flying in various directions and we
landed naked on the bed. At that point there was no need for foreplay.
I didn't even pause to admire her body. She spread her legs and grabbed
my arms, pulling me close, grabbed my cock and guided it to her juicy
cunt. All the tension of the past few days came to a boil, and after
only a few minutes of exquisite pumping I was ready. The wonderful
thing is that she was completely primed also. Even before my spunk
started boiling into her she starting bucking and moaning in an
enormous orgasm, which helped tick off mine. They were explosive,
satisfying, lifting us to the stratosphere.
	The flight was just beginning. After the explosion, we lay
together, lightly caressing each other's body and holding each other. I
held her breasts, which were medium sized and very firm. Her whole body
was very muscular, which came from regular workouts, as she told me.
Then from holding I went to rubbing her left nipple, and that got her
real interested again. She grabbed my other hand and led it to her
vulva. I took the hint and explored around there, dipping my fingers
into her cunt, sopping with our combined juices, and spreading them "to
the north." I found her clit easily, as it was very prominent, and
started massaging it with our organic lotions. Her right hand snuck
down to my organs. She cupped my balls and then gave serious attention
to my cock, which had not gone down to its "normal" state, but was
giving me clear notice that it was getting ready to enter the ring a
second time.
	Suddenly she got up on her hands and knees, thrust her ass in
the air and opened herself to me from behind. I knelt behind her and
entered her cunt easily. We started moving slowly, gently, with my hand
wrapping around to her front and fingering her clit in rhythm. Her left
arm moved between her legs and cupped my balls. We fucked and fingered
and fingered and fucked for what seemed like hours. She came several
times, not with the explosiveness of our first time, but with the
gentleness and the grace of a woman in full, satisfying bloom.
Eventually I too reached my peak, and dragging her hips toward my
pelvis I drove deep and deeper, planting my jism as far within her as I
could reach. It was a miracle. First times with each other and we had
had perfect sex. Clearly this was something special.
	The phone rang. As she went to answer it, I found my watch and
took a look. Seven o'clock. That had been an interesting hour and a
half, to say the least. Gerri was talking quietly on the phone, then
hung it up and turned to me. "My friends from the regional office are
here. They're having some drinks and are going to wait for us for
dinner. Have you got time to join us before the next plane?" "Gerri," I
answered, "I don't want to be in the way. I'll just get another room at
the hotel and find my way to the airport in the morning." "What are you
talking about? Isn't there another flight tonight?" As a matter of
fact, there wasn't. The six thirty was the last flight of the day, the
next one being at eight forty five in the morning. "Nope," I
replied. "That was the last one." "Well, that's good news," she
said, "you can stay here with me tonight. Now, I'm going to jump in the
shower, ALONE, please."
	Well, hit me over the head with a frying pan and call me a
scrambled egg! It had been a long time since I had gotten that kind of
an invitation. It happened to be very convenient. An extra night's
hotel room would have had to come out of my wallet. Agency executives
in small cities don't make fabulous salaries, to say nothing of the
child support that I was paying. Besides it seemed like I might get
lucky again. And, I was starting to feel very hungry.
	Gerri emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. "All
yours," she yelled. I took the hint. I didn't want to meet all these
new people smelling like sex. (Much later I learned that the moment
they saw me they had it all figured out. Gerri's sexual proclivities
were well known to them. From the way they talked about her in her
absence I guessed that she probably had been to bed with each of them,
male and female, and probably more than one at a time. But I didn't
know that at first meeting.)
	I had carried an extra set of underwear and socks in my brief
case and my shirt was still presentable, so after the shower I started
to get dressed. Gerri was ready to go. She walked to the door and
said, "Look for us in the lounge, or if they are starving, in the
restaurant." The door opened and closed. I was alone. It was an omen.
	When I came downstairs fifteen minutes later I found them in
the restaurant. There were three people with Gerri, two men and a
woman, all looking to be in their early thirties. She introduced me to
them and visa-versa. They were the regional program director, the
assistant regional council for the department and a policy analyst, all
from the regional office that awarded the state grants. Gerri told me
she had known them for a couple of years, ever since this new system of
federal to state to local agency grants had been established. The men
didn't seem to take themselves too seriously. It looked like they knew
that this assignment was just one more gig in a federal career job
ladder they were climbing. The woman policy analyst seemed very
serious, but then that was part of her job. Most of all, they seemed to
know Gerri very well, and they all were chatting away across the dinner
table, all about people, events and topics of which I was completely
ignorant. At least Gerri had saved me a seat next to her. But I felt
exactly like a fifth wheel.
	That's exactly how the evening progressed. I remember ordering
a dinner, listening to their conversation, putting my left hand on
Gerri's thigh as we waited for the food to arrive, feeling her hand
press down on mine briefly, as if to say "keep it there," and going on
with her conversation, about topics utterly unknown to me. This was a
new experience. At thirty-seven, for the first time, I was a boy toy.
The group made no effort to include me, even though I was the directory
of an agency with was an ultimate recipient of the grant money they
doled out. Not one of them directed a question or remark to me. It was
as if I was a non-person, just decoration for Gerri's presence. Looking
back on it, it was torture, but also very valuable in preparing me for
what would come.
	We had a leisurely dinner. Drinks and appetizers first, then a
full course meal. The four of them were having a wonderful time,
laughing and telling stories, between courses and glasses of wine. It
turned out that Gerri knew everyone in the state in our field, and knew
where most of the skeletons were hidden. Most of it was small stuff,
like the director who ordered a fairly large screen TV for "the waiting
room", but somehow it ended up in his office except during evening
appointment hours, when he wasn't there.
	I, on the other hand, was not having the greatest time. Oh, the
wine was fine and so was the food, but after a while that wasn't the
dish I was interested in. Gerri sat besides me, her proud breasts
giving notice of that incredible body. The occasional touch of her hand
on mine, which most of the time rested on her thigh, gave notice of her
continuing interest in my ministrations. All of that was fine, but as
my hunger for food waned, my male member waxed strong, so that by the
time we got to dessert I had a raging erection.
	All of this was somewhat surprising to me. I was 37. I thought
that my sexual peak was somewhat past. When I was 18 on my second
overnight with my 16 year old girlfriend we did it five times in one
night; an ego trip for me and something of an irritant for her, as we
knew nothing about lubricants. I had never again approached that pace.
While married, twice in one night was unusual. When I began
my "experimental" phase, at the end of the marriage and after, I did
occasionally go three times. When that happened it sometimes was with
more than one partner, in a frenzy of sexuality aided by the presence
of others and fueled by some good dope. Tonight I chalked up my body's
continuing interest to the frustration I had accumulated with the
Mountain City woman. Even blue balls can be a blessing in disguise.
	I have no way of knowing if our out of state visitors had any
inkling of the state I was in but I'm sure that Gerri did. From time to
time she whispered in my ear, "Just be patient. It won't be long now.
I'll make it worth your while." But it WAS long. Nine thirty and they
were still at it, and I was certainly in another place. At ten, with
the dessert behind us and with all of us refusing further refills of
coffee I finally said something, in a whisper to Gerri's left
ear. "Gerri, it's getting late. I have an early plane and you have an
early meeting. Isn't it time for us to get going?" "Just a little
longer," she cooed in my ear, and shifted her hand to brush my cock
with her fingers. Oh, she was good, she was practiced and she knew how
to get her way.
	At ten thirty, an after dinner drink behind us, we finally
broke up the party and said goodnight to the crew. I picked up my
luggage from behind the front desk. On the way to her room Gerri
whispered to me in the empty corridor, "You've been very good and I'm
going to make it up to you." I had no idea how seriously she meant it.


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