Oh bye the way, red tape first.

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We all clocked him as we came through the door.  Well it 
wasn't hard, long-sleeved ironed shirt, tie, pressed slacks 
and gleaming shoes, plus he'd walked across and held the 
door open for us when we'd arrived.  We sat down and talked 
for a while and waited for him to hit on us but no, nothing 
happened.  I thought we ought to encourage him a little so I 
turned, so only he could see what I was up to, towards Beth 
with the boobs and we did our boob routine.  I look deep 
into her eyes, cup her boobs with my hands and run my thumbs 
over her breasts.  It really makes her nipples really stand 
out.  Beth has these amazing mammaries; most North American 
males just are totally stunned especially when she thinks 
her fantasy thoughts and goes all flushed on her chest.  It 
was a warm Monday evening so she was wearing a thin top and 
bra to show herself off to her best advantage.

 
I should perhaps describe our little hunting band out on the 
prowl.  There was Beth whom I've already mentioned, she was 
the man bait, Jenny with a degree in psychology who would 
ask the questions to see if they were suitable, Jan with the 
tiny pleated skirt and knee socks who kept us all fed and 
myself wearing my denim skirt that is often mistaken for a 
pair of shorts.  Jan made it for me based on a magazine 
article pattern, make three skirts from only one yard of 
material.  We didn't quite have a yard in the remnant so she 
made it a bit lower on the hips.  Mom says it's indecent, 
but I don't like to offend Jan by not wearing it, besides 
its terribly effective when out hunting.  I'm Anne by the 
way and my only claim to fame is I had an uncle who died and 
left me the tiny suburban house that we all live in and an 
oil field.  The house has five bedrooms so the guys share 
with me, pay the bills, run the vacuum cleaner over the 
house and pay for my drinks at the bar.  Jan thinks we 
should get a ride-on vacuum cleaner for the house; well we 
have ride-on mower for the lawns so why not.  We'd all been 
at college when I got the house and we'd been there ever 
since.  The oil field is tiny as they go but one of the 
neighbours looks after the pump for me and the company just 
sends me a cheque every now and then.

 
Anyway practically no reaction to our boob play.  I think 
the guy must be gay and want to give up on him.  Jan looks 
at him and says no his body language is wrong, he's just 
different.  Different?  Ok so we have to do the hitting?  We 
get up and walk across to the bar to buy the next round.  
Two on one side and two on the other.  The guy doesn't bat 
an eye-lid, now we know he's from out of town since our 
local laws say you must be sat at a table or occupying a 
stool at the bar to be served.  Julie behind the bar knows 
us so glances round the bar then asks, "Who's got the money 
tonight?"  She looks shocked when I nod.  "OK so what's your 
poison Beth?"  "White wine."  "Jenny?"  "A Blue."  She 
looked to Jenny's right at the stranger "And yours?"  "I'm 
not with these young ladies, I'm fine."  Young ladies, and 
his accent was different, definitely out of town.  I liked 
his voice; it was educated, deep enough to send shivers down 
my spine.  "No wrong answer.  This is a bar; people buy 
drinks at a bar.  The bar makes a profit, which pays my 
wages.  This is the first time in a year I've seen Anne here 
spend money in this bar now let's increase profits a little 
round here and spend her money.  What will you have?"  He 
looked totally out of place and embarrassed.  I took pity on 
him and linked my arm through his.  "He's with us and he'll 
have a Blue to go with his eyes."  I looked at him hard in 
the eye "and remember a gentleman never contradicts a lady."

 
He nodded his assent and murmured something about being 
hoisted by his own petard.  I guided him back into the table 
at the back; they have two bench seats with partitions above 
so the back table is pretty private.  Well we didn't want 
anyone else interrupting now did we?  Jenny led the way and 
slid in first, I came last and let my knee just gently touch 
his as I squeezed in.  He was sat between Jenny and myself 
with Beth and Jan opposite.  We asked him about himself, why 
was he wearing a long sleeved shirt and tie for example?  
Turned out he was English, some sort of engineer who was 
over here for a week to tune a newly installed SAN.  Jenny 
asked him which band he played with.  He looked blank, so I 
explained we associated tuning with musical instruments and 
he said it wasn't musical at all but rather something to do 
with computers.  He was nice and turned the subject away 
from computers, I mean most computer guys start talking 
about which type of TCP/IP or CD-ROM is best but he didn't.  
He asked a few questions about us and I eased a little 
closer to him and pushed my thigh against his.  I put my 
hand on his thigh and curled my fingers round.  Then I felt 
someone's fingers touch mine, which was odd cause Ralph's, 
were round his beer.  Jenny giggled and I realized whose 
fingers mine had touched so I giggled as well.  I left the 
crotch to Jenny and moved my fingers so I was making little 
circles on the back of his neck.
 

Anyway we talked about the differences between here and 
there.  He couldn't get over being able to park a car 
practically anywhere.  Apparently the nearest they had to 
our parking lots was something called the M25 but he didn't 
think that was quite the same.  Jenny asked if he'd tried a 
barbecued burger, he hadn't.  Then Julie dropped by, this 
time you could see just how short her backless sundress was.  
I swear it must have been the following month's pattern, you 
know how to make three sundresses from a yard of material.  
"You guys all fine here?  Have you all found out where 
Ralph's from yet?"  We told her England, and he hadn't had a 
barbecued burger yet.  "Well that means you all ain't had 
one of the house banana splits either."  Just then her watch 
beeped.  "Oh my eggs done, but I'll fix you all up with 
banana splits in twenty minutes or so."  She looked down at 
where Jenny's hand had disappeared inside Ralph's zipper.  
"Naughty girl."  She looked at Ralph, "Think you could look 
after my egg for me?"  Ralph looked puzzled but nodded.  I 
suddenly realized what she meant.  "Julie are you expecting 
one of your regulars tonight?"  "Why yes why else would I 
pop the egg in?"  God that girl is so shameless.  She put 
her hand up her skirt and pulled her thong off.  She tucked 
her thong in Ralph's shirt pocket.  "If you tire of this lot 
my phone number is embroider on the front."  She slipped her 
hand up her skirt once more and brought out her egg placing 
it glistening with her juices in Ralph's hand.  "Keep it 
warm for me hone, and if I don't get off when he wiggles his 
thumb over my clit I'll be back and expect you to do the 
honors."  With that she wiggled away to where an elderly 
gentleman had just sat down.
 

"What was that all about and what's this?"  Ralph inquired.  
"Well Julie has a couple of special customers; I think 
they're widowers or bachelors, who like to like to slip 
their finger up her pussy.  They tip really well and when 
it's quiet Julie stands and talks to them whilst they slip 
their finger up.  I think she's got them trained now to 
brush her clit with her thumb to get her off.  I don't think 
there's any real harm in it but she likes to use the egg for 
thirty minutes beforehand to get her in the mood.  Oh and 
you'd better pray she gets off on her customer's thumb cause 
if she doesn't she's going to be as horny as hell and with 
the gang of creeps in the corner she won't trust herself 
till she's had some relief."  "Such cute local customs you 
have here."  "Well you have the changing of the guard, 
Julie's customs are just a little different."  "Wouldn't you 
be more comfortable with that tie off and a shirt button or 
two undone?"  "I guess I would."  I undid his tie and 
unbuttoned two or three buttons.  I eased my fingers through 
his hairs on his chest and just generally made little 
patterns.  Ralph made a comment about me being Titania, Beth 
of course took him up on it and soon they were discussing a 
Mid-summer Night's Dream something apparently both had seen 
at Stratford or London.  Across the table Jan was quietly 
slipping her questions into the conversation, where was he 
working what time did he finish?  Time flew by and soon 
Julie was back carrying five banana split specials.  I think 
she dreams up new things to add on the top each time.  I 
swear I put on five lbs. every time she brings one out.  
"Would you like to put those back in for me?"  God that girl 
really is shameless.
 

"I think not, and now I really must be getting back to the 
hotel, it's a twenty minute stroll and I have to get up 
early in the morning."  I was stunned.  Walk, twenty minutes 
walk.  This guy must be crazy.  "There's no need I can drop 
you off."  I found myself saying.  Me offering a strange guy 
a lift in my car, what am I doing?  "No I'm fine walking."  
"Ralph trust me in this it's not safe walking you'll get 
picked up by the local police at this time of night, I'll 
drop you off."  As I dropped him off I gave him a peck on 
the cheek and told him I'd pick him up after work tomorrow 
so he could try out a real burger.
 

That night we talked as we got our lunches ready for the 
next day.  Beth was really fascinated by finding someone she 
could have a conversation with without them staring at her 
boobs all night.  Jenny said she thought he definitely 
wasn't gay in fact she rather fancied trying him out for 
size and staying power.  Jan thought he was interesting and 
that he and I should be a number.  This made me think 
seriously, I mean Jan's batting average on whether a couple 
stays together or split up is pretty amazing.  "But how 
would we do it?  We only have a few days.  Are we talking 
the whole marriage and children thing here or a quick fling 
this week?  Not that I'd object to a quick fling just at the 
moment but he doesn't strike me as a quick fling type."  
"Well you aren't getting any younger, if you don't want him 
I might just make a play myself."  I gulped "The whole thing 
then."  "How do we break through his reserve?"  "Well we 
could blow his mind."  "Pardon?"  "Oh its just a technique 
used by some of the obscure cults, they love bomb their new 
recruits, its almost a form of brain washing."  "Yes but 
that wouldn't be very fair would it."  Then Jenny put her 
finger on the problem like she usually does.  "You want him 
or not.  If Jan said he'd be good for me I would worry about 
being fair.  You haven't got long to make up his mind."  "So 
what do we do pray?"

 
The next evening I left work a few minutes early and beeped 
the horn as he left work.  Soon he was back at the house and 
Beth in a string bikini was handing him a long drink.  The 
rest of the girls were in the pool.  I'd already changed at 
work so I had mine on under my skirt and blouse; quickly I 
stripped them off and turned to Ralph, "Are you coming in 
the pool?"  "I don't have a bathing suit with me."  Honestly 
men.  I untied my thong bottom and held it out.  Beth was 
already undoing his shirt.  Jan and Jenny came in to help.  
Ralph protested when Jenny undid his belt and zipper.  "But 
what's the difference between now and last night?"  She 
asked innocently as she peeled his slacks down his legs.  
His butt looked really good in my thong, I wondered why men 
so rarely wore them.  Beth commented "I wondered how long it 
would take for him to get into your pants."  I went red and 
so interestingly enough did Ralph.  I stepped into my room 
and grabbed another thong then dived into the pool.  Ralph 
was there before me; he seemed to fit into the house so 
comfortably.  I mean to say why not.  I slipped away and 
after picking up his hotel keys from his pockets drove over 
to his hotel.  Packed his things and checked out for him.  
"Yes we were planning to stay longer but had this sudden 
need to pop across to Houston.  We thought your new hotel 
there would be suitable.  I think the reservation has been 
made already.  Ralph's just tiding a few things up and asked 
me to collect his things to save time."  They already had 
his credit card details and signature so it was really quite 
easy.
 
 
Then I was back at the house.  Ralph was climbing out of the 
pool as I returned.  I really shouldn't have suggested that 
white thong to him, I really only use that bikini for sun 
bathing, I mean the top is Ok if it gets wet, the thong 
though goes a bit transparent.  Still the pool is pretty 
private, I mean to say it might be the smallest house on the 
street but the lots are fairly big.  He was quite muscular 
and all dripping wet.  I picked up a towel and toweled him 
dry.  Then the sun lotion, well I didn't want him burnt now 
did I?  You just can't make love to someone who is sun burnt 
that I've learnt that from bitter experience.
 
 
Jan was soon serving up burgers and other barbecued food.  
Afterwards we stretched out round the pool on sun loungers.  
Beth looked up innocently and asked Ralph if he felt up to a 
game of musical chairs.  Ralph being polite murmured his 
agreement.  Musical chairs?  Then I recalled Beth had been 
in a rather wild seniority until I'd brought the house with 
an odd sense of what an initiation ceremony was.  "Come on 
everyone, Sybians out in the family room.  Ralph's agreed to 
play musical chairs."  Oh what the hell, we all dashed 
inside and arranged our Sybians in a cross with a splash.  I 
looked at Ralph and said perhaps he ought to sit the first 
round out.  Beth took out a CD and put the music on.  We 
walked round then when the music came to a halt all sat 
astride our Sybians and let the vibrations begin.  Ralph 
looked surprised.  After some five minutes or so I got off 
mine and moved it to the side.  Jenny pushed hers away as 
well so there were just three seats for the next round.  
Then took his hand and led him to its place.  "Lie back."  I 
put a pillow under his head.  I untied my thong from his 
hips and gave his rod a kiss on top.  Then I poured on a 
little lubricant, the same type as we used on the Sybians.  
I ran my fingers lightly over his firmness and stepped back.  
I flipped a track on Beth's special CD and let the music 
play.  I should have known better than to play with Beth and 
her CDs needless to say Beth just happened to be next to 
Ralph when the music stopped.  Jan and Jenny grabbed the two 
Sybian's.  Oh well first one out.  I walked across to the CD 
player and changed the CD.  At least with a normal CD I 
could be in control.  I waited until I could see Ralph was 
nearly there then started the music once more.  He gave 
little me a look.   Beth was out the next round she gave me 
a pout as well.  I let both Jan and Jenny try him out, I 
think he was getting really worked up but somehow the music 
started just as he was getting red in the face.
  
 
He looked so aroused after our little game I just couldn't 
resist taking his hand and telling him it was time for bed.  
"But I have to get back to the hotel."  "Well actually you 
don't."  He looked puzzled.  "I don't?"  "No I've got your 
bags in the hall.  They were to heavy to take upstairs, I 
collected them from the hotel when I told them you were 
leaving."  His voice sounded threatening.  "Well I've got a 
perfectly good bed upstairs why spend good money on staying 
at a hotel?"  "Because its on expenses perhaps?  Because 
Alison knows where to call in the morning so I can give her 
a report on what is happening."  "Alison, who's Alison?"  
"She's the office secretary who passes on my jobs, forty if 
she's a day so no need to get jealous."  "Well call her in 
the morning and tell her you've moved."  Honestly men.  
Nothing is ever simple.  "Now are you coming to bed or 
walking back to the hotel stark naked?  I should mention the 
hotel seemed to have some sort of convention going on and 
were turning people without bookings away."  In reply he 
scooped me up and carried me upstairs to bed, impressive 
since I'm by no means a lightweight.  I felt suddenly shy 
upstairs and he seemed to sense what I felt.  We talked 
about his boyhood, where he grew up, rounding up the sheep 
with a sheep dog at his Aunt's farm in the Cotswolds.  I 
didn't even know that they still used sheep dogs and 
whistles to direct them.  The golden stone cottages in the 
sunset sounded great though and inspired me to plan to go 
and see for myself.
 
 
Next morning he rolled over and rang Alison.  I heard him 
give her my phone number and ask about expenses if he was 
staying in a private house.  I waited until he was in the 
bath then hit redial and memory save so I had Allison's 
number just in case you understand.  Then I waltzed into the 
en suite bathroom room and used the shower whilst Ralph 
played with the nozzles in the bath.  I mean to say taking a 
bath in the morning, not a shower weird.  Still he was 
polite.
 
 
Wednesday, yesterday, evening we gave him the conducted tour 
round the house.  His eyes opened at the stacks of wood on 
shelves in the triple garage.  Beth is forever complaining 
about her paintwork fading from the sun because there isn't 
room in the garage for her car.  I'm still not sure how 
white paintwork can fade but who am I to know such things?  
He seemed fascinated by my uncle's collection of toys in the 
basement.  I think I can recognize a lathe, a drill press, a 
large saw and a selection of other tools on racks on the 
wall.  I don't think we would have got him out of there 
until I said the magic words, food is ready.  Still he did 
line up the kitchen cupboard doors for us when Jan asked him 
if he knew which tool it needed.  Apparently it needed a 
number 2 something or other and not the first three 
screwdrivers I brought up, how do they know the difference?  
To me one kinda looks like another.  He told us a story 
about a detached house this size was worth well over 
$2,000,000 in England if you could find one this modern and 
detached.  Modern, mine had to be twenty years old.  Jan 
told him the story of sitting on the bus and overhearing a 
conversation between two women; one had turned to the other 
and said she'd never buy a secondhand home.  Jenny said she 
agreed she wouldn't buy one either, you never really knew 
who had lived there in the past or what they had done.  
Ralph was surprised, he explained that for the most part new 
affordable detached houses just didn't exist.  Then he told 
us the price he paid to rent a room and what he paid for gas 
for his car.  I was quite amazed how he managed to afford to 
eat.  Just for a change that evening I cooked, I'm not quite 
sure what inspired me, perhaps it was the idea he should at 
least have one good meal in his life, but I must say it was 
flattering the way he cleaned his plate.  
 

That night we went to bed early, this time he kissed me 
lightly on the lips.  Then nibbled my ear, ran a trail of 
kisses down the side of my neck and slowly lowered his lips 
to my breasts.  His hands seemed to have a life of their 
own, stroking me, caressing me, my nipples seemed to want to 
force themselves between his lips.  His lips worked their 
way slowly lower down, his tongue made circles all round my 
clitoris and he seemed to sense that I was almost there when 
he moved on top of me and impaled himself.  His weight felt 
so right, his toes met mine, I raked his back with my nails 
as he drove himself into me.  Oh god being with an aroused, 
live man who strokes you and hugs you is so much more 
rewarding than a vibrator no matter how high tech it is.  
Afterwards we cuddled and I ran my fingers through his hair.

 
Today I took the day off work.  I dropped Ralph then came 
back to the house and rang Alison.  "Hi this is Anne and I'd 
like to talk to you about Ralph."  "I'm not sure I should."  
"Well he's staying with me at the moment and I'm confused 
about him."  "O.K. but I'll call you right back."  I put 
down the phone then sat waiting for it to ring.  It rang and 
I picked it up.  "Hi."  "Hello, Anne?"  "Speaking, good it's 
Alison now how can I help you?"  I tried to explain but 
wasn't very good.  Then Alison interrupted.  "It sounds like 
you've met him and are wondering about keeping him?"  "Well 
yes, I like him but don't know him very well.  I have some 
money of my own and I just want reassurance he's not a 
fortune hunter."  "Well if you want to keep him you'll have 
to marry him and either have to come and live over here or 
keep him over there.  We operate in a number of countries so 
I'm sure he could transfer if he wanted to.  I don't think 
he has any vices, he's just one of our unmarried engineers 
but probably the nicest one we have, in fact if I was twenty 
years younger I'd be after him myself."  I agreed he was 
nice.  "I'm really surprised you managed to get close to him 
he's always seemed a bit shy with girls, especially the ones 
in the office, how did you manage it?"  I explained some of 
it to her and I think she guessed the rest.  "Thinking about 
it we are having problems getting staff over there 
especially ones who know how the company operates and I do 
know they keep asking us to send him over to sort something 
or other out.  Does that help?"  "I guess so, so now I'll 
have to think about it before the end of the week."  "We 
have a project in Boston that would be ready for him in a 
week's time.  I don't think anyone would mind if he stayed 
for a week especially if there is no hotel bill.  Would that 
help?  I was wondering whom I was going to have to send 
there anyway."  "I don't know."  "Well think about it and 
call me back, I won't mention it to Ralph unless you say so 
since I assume you'll want him to stay with you?"
 

I picked him up from work.  "You look thoughtful."  "Just 
wondering what we were going to eat that's all."  "Well I 
have some expenses I haven't spent, know any good 
restaurants?  Just the two of us or shall we invite the 
others?"  I liked the sound of just the two of us.  "Just 
the two of us."  "Done."  We ate at the French restaurant in 
town.  Three tiny carrots, five peas and sauce over 
everything.  I didn't really notice what I was eating we 
just kept looking into each other's eyes it sounds so corny 
but its true.  He mentioned he was booked on a night flight 
back tomorrow but he thought he could probably take a couple 
of days off if he asked Alison in the morning nicely would I 
like that?  I said I would, would he like that?  He would 
to.  Then as my grandmother puts it I left to powder my 
nose.
 

"Hi Mom, I've met this English guy."  I explained quickly 
what had happened and sort her advice.  "You mean tell him 
everything even about talking to Alison?  And bring him 
round for his tea next week?"  Oh well I'm just about to 
walk back to the table and explain about the phone call to 
Alison and about Boston.  I suppose I'll have to tell him 
about the house and oil field so he knows we don't have to 
work, then finally I'm going to ask him to marry me.  
 

Wish me luck.



  
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