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a matter of fact, they had been casually flirting over AT&T for nearly 6

months. Neither had seen one another so as they walked into the meeting

room where they were supposed to have their weeklong meeting, both were

looking for the other. He knew her right away because she was the only

woman in the room. Before the meeting began, he made a point of walking

up and introducing himself. “Hi, I’m Peter Watkins,” he said. “I

believe we’ve met, over the phone.” Her handshake was firm but there

was no commitment there and her eyes only glimpsed his as they said

their pleasantries.

It was a working meeting and she was in one group while he was in

another. Only occasionally did they have to address one another. Toward

the end of the meeting, he asked for some assistance from anyone in the

room. As she looked at him, their eyes met, seriously, for the first

time. He knew, she was his. Of course, in a meeting such as this, there

was no time for exploring the relationship further. But tomorrow was

another day.

Since she lived in the general area, she left with her car pool and he

wandered back to the hotel following the meeting. The next morning, he

was in the meeting room getting ready for the meeting when she came in

with an arm full of papers to be distributed. He jumped up to help her

and lifted the load from her arms. As he did, his arm brushed against

her body. To anyone else, it would have looked innocent, but he knew

there was electricity passed on that casual touch. So did she; they

both knew it. During the day, he had several other opportunities to be

close to her. His touch was returned, albeit only slightly, each time.

He knew she was his. She knew she was attracted to this man.

That’s all there was to this first meeting. Although they did go to

dinner at her home and met her husband, two children, dogs, cats and

assorted other house guests. He knew, however, there would be many more

meetings and the foundation had been laid. She knew too.

The next time was a working meeting in Phoenix, far from both their

homes. As usual, the first day was casual, with the greetings and small

talk that normally accompanied such meetings. Oh sure, they got their

work done but the real meeting was to take place later.

They all went to dinner at a local restaurant. He made sure he sat next

to her and they visited cordially all evening. His leg casually brushed

up against hers several times and was met with little resistance. His

touches were returned and the electricity between them began to build to

a crescendo. As they returned back to the motel, in his rented car, he

made sure she was the last person to be driven to her area of the motel.

He pulled into a parking place and shut off the engine and lights. His

arm reached out and playfully touched hers. She looked at him and they

kissed. It was a long, deep kiss; each other’s tongue probing the

other’s mouth. His hand sought out her breast and she pulled away from

him abruptly.

“What’s the matter,” he asked. “Nothing,” she said; “I have to go to my

room.” He walked her to her room and then returned to his. He was so

sure that he had read her right, yet she had pulled away from him. “What

the hell is going on,” he wondered. Just then the phone rang.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m sorry,” she said. “That’s OK,” he muttered.

“What was the problem?” he asked. “I’m married – you are too,” she

said. “I can’t do this,” she protested. “Besides, I’m in the middle of

my period,” she stated matter of factly. “That’s OK,” he said,

reassuringly, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I

just thought you wanted to …” I do… did,” she stammered. “This is

so difficult – its my first time for any of this and I don’t know what

to do. I want you so bad – but what about my husband, my children. What

would they think?” “Hey, you’re a big girl,” he said, “You have to make

up your mind what is right for you.”

“What does your wife think?”, she asked. “If I don’t tell her, she

doesn’t think anything,” he said. They talked for two hours and finally

hung up. He knew she was his; but it may take a while. She was

extremely driven by sex but she had to work through this. They would

have many more times together and they could wait.

“Do you want to make love to me,” he asked. “Oh yes,” she stammered.

He could tell, just by her voice on the phone, she was blushing. “Will

you do it next time we meet?”, he asked. “Yyyyyessss,” she whispered in

the phone. Do you want me to lick your clit?” he asked. There was a

pause on the phone, he heard a quick breath, “Don’t say that,” she said,

“Someone might be listening.” “You’re getting wet down there, aren’t

you?”, he