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Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 04:10:03 -0400
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NOTICE:  This story contains descriptions of sexual activity and
should not be read by anyone under the age of 18; heck, anyone
under the age of 18 has no reason to be at a management seminar.
Any comments that the gentle reader has should be directed to me
at:  allison_george@hotmail.com

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The Management Seminar

by Allison George (c) 2001


- I can't believe that we wasted the past two days on this crap.
I don't know what they think about upstairs these days.  It's not
like the company is totally screwed up; jeez we've exceeded the
street's expectations for the past eight quarters.  Isn't that
what it's all about?

- I wish I had an answer for you Jessica.  I've been with the
company five years now and this is my third go around.  Most of
the BS is just recycled from past presentations.  You can't say
anything on the evaluation forms because they're really not
confidential.  I think you need to look at it as a busman's
holiday.  They did fly us down here just as a big northeaster was
getting ready to hit.  Talk about timing.  With any luck we'll
have a couple of nice days in the sun after things are finished
tomorrow.

- Your third time through this stuff?  How do you deal with it
Anne?

- I more or less zone out except when it comes to the role
playing stuff.  You can't fake your way through that or they'll
write you up.  The other trick is to watch the up and comers and
how they grovel at the feet of the facilitators.  They think that
this is the magic key to moving up the corporate ladder. It's
funniest when we have a woman leading things.  You can almost see
each guy trying to show that he's got a bigger hard on for her
than any of the others!

- Jeez, I hadn't even focused on that!  You're right on target.
The guys from the Southwest division are the worst; did that guy,
Rodger, try to hit on you?

- Did he ever!  He came up to me Monday evening at the reception
following registration.  I had just checked in and was not
terribly eager for small talk with anyone.  I had to finish up
the divisional financials over the weekend and get them up to
Larry before I could leave.  I was worried I wouldn't make it to
Logan in time for my flight.  Anyway, I got here in one piece and
was tempted to just go up to my room and crash but felt I'd
better mingle just to put on a good front.  I'd just picked up
faux cocktail, club soda and lime, when he comes over and tells
me you must be the Annie that we've all heard about.  Boy did
that ever frost me!  I replied that I go by my proper name, Anne;
Annie is a character from a Broadway show with frizzy red hair.
Well, this didn't even faze him.  He went on how everyone down in
Austin knew about the good work that I had done on the Warburton
takeover attempt.  Because the company dropped out of the bidding
when it reached $2.4 billion, we managed to escape the huge loss
when it was discovered that the CFO had been cooking the books
big time.

- At least he paid you a compliment!

- I'll tell you Jessica that analysis was a feather in my cap.  I
thought that something looked funny in the sales figures.  I made
some calls and found that they had been inflating sales all along
the supply chain.  I think Santangelo is facing some serious jail
time once the Feds get through with him.  Anyway, I tried to
deliver a soft brush off to Rodger with little success.  I think
he figures that anyone who wears as many gold chains as he does
sparkles with the ladies.  I mean really, this guy had two chains
around his neck, what must have been a 3/4-inch chain on his
right wrist, and a gold Rolex on his left.  I was tempted to ask
whether he had come straight from Fort Knox, but held my tongue.
Finally, I had enough and tried to politely excuse myself.  Well,
he wasn't about to take any kind of no for an answer.  He told me
that he flew in on Sunday so that he could get a couple of rounds
of golf in before the sessions started.  He discovered this
wonderful lagoon-like pool complete with a waterfall that
camouflages the Jacuzzi and  maybe we could go for a swim later
on.  Well, it was clear that he was interested more than just
swimming.  I told him while that sounded nice, I just wanted to
go upstairs and take some Naproxen for my menstrual cramps and go
to bed.

- No way, you didn't tell him that did you?

- It was the only thing that I could think of at the moment.  He
struck me as the type of guy who would get very uncomfortable
about a woman swimming during red curse time.  God forbid that we
shed a drop of blood into the pool.  Anyway, I did give him the
tip of the night by pointing him in the direction of Felicia,
telling him that he probably needn't bother with the swim
invitation, as she was always primed for a stiff cock.  I told
him to look closely at her butt and he would see that she wasn't
wearing any panties.

- Oh my God, you didn't!

- Oh Jessica but I did.  I've been pissed off at her for the past
six months.  Felicia the fellatiatrix!  She's so transparent,
trying to fuck her way up to a better job.  I had to read her the
riot act one-day when she came to work without a bra on.  She
must have electrified nipples, because they were poking firmly
against her size too small blouse for everyone to leer at.  I
told her that the division knew about the time she sucked Dick
Johnson dry in the fourth floor ladies room after hours.  Even
Larry is getting a little tired of her but he really can't do
anything about it as long as she gets the work done.  She tried
to come onto him once and he said while he was flattered, the
only person on earth that could make him stray from his marriage
vow was Cindy Crawford and of course even she is married and has
a family.  Anyway, I didn't even get so much as a thank you for
the tip as he left in a hurry, like a dog who has just got a
whiff of a bitch in heat.

- You're luckier than I was.  I didn't have any plans for the
weekend so I decided to come early and visit my Aunt June who
lives down on Marco Island.  She's really a trip, seventy-five
years old and she moves around like a woman half her age.  She's
got a sixty-year-old boyfriend who thinks that he is four years
older than she is!  They're having more fun between the sheets
than you would believe.  I could hardly sleep Saturday night
because of the heavy duty moaning coming from her bedroom.  Jeez
Louise, I started to get a little moist myself thinking about
what was going on.

- You know how it is since the Feds approved Viagra; the Medicare
generation is probably having more fun now than when they were
kids!

- You're right Anne. I also think it's because they've already
been through it all.  They're not worried about having kids, or
at least I hope they aren't candidates for return parenthood.  I'
m sure that would be one for the record books.

- Jessica, can you imagine one of these matronly ladies
discovering that she was pregnant at the ripe age of sixty-five?
Oh my God, that would be a hilarious treatment for Hollywood to
deal with!  I can see it now, 'gosh Doctor I didn't think I had
to worry about using my diaphragm any longer.'  Too funny.

- Anyway the lovebirds were all awash with a nice rosy glow the
next morning at breakfast.  I got back up to Naples about one and
decided to take a dip in the pool and do some reading.  I hadn't
made it past chapter two when Rodger stopped over and asked if he
could get me something to drink.  Well it was warm, and I was
more than a little thirsty.  I told him I would love a strawberry
daiquiri.   I looked up as he walked towards the bar and I mean
to tell you, this was some hunk.  He was wearing racing Speedos
that hugged his tight ass like a second skin and was tanning
salon bronze.  As he walked back carrying my daiquiri and a
bottle of beer for himself I couldn't help but glance at the
bulge down in the money region.  I thought to myself that if this
is real, things could get very interesting.

- Oh, oh, I can see where this is heading.

- Well I mean to tell you that I was beginning to get that
special itch, you know the one that starts deep down inside and
begins to spread outwards like warm molasses.

- Yeah and then the magic begins to happen and nectar starts to
ooze out.

- Exactly Anne!  This being March, I'm not in tip top bikini
shape so I brought that nice deepest red maillot with me.  It's
cut pretty high on the thigh and has a nice plunge that shows my
boobs to good effect.  Anyway, I asked him how much the daiquiri
cost and he said don't worry about it that I could pick up the
next round.  My more immediate concern was to hide the budding
wet spot, as I didn't want to let him know how charged I was
getting.  Of course the fidgeting and crossing my legs didn't do
much to help things out in that regard.  Each time I would cross
and uncross my legs seemed only to skoonch my love nubbin even
more.

- Skoonch!!  What a great word to describe that feeling; wherever
did you come up with that?

- It's an old family name.  My mom used to call me Skoonch when I
was a kid because I was always running around pinching everyone.
It was kind of a game that my sister and I played.  One night I
crawled under the dinner table when nobody was looking and
pinched this lady right on the thigh.  Well of course she yelled
out in surprise with some weird sounding word.  Mom told me that
her cry sounded like skoonch and that's what I was affectionately
called.

- God Jessica, that's too much!  What did your folks do after the
guests left?

- Well my dad couldn't keep a straight face.  The lady that I
pinched was the wife of one his law partners; a man he didn't
really care for.  He thought it was funny but of course mom was
really pissed.  'Young lady,' she said, 'don't ever disrupt one
of my dinner parties again!  One of these days you're going to
pinch a man or woman on the wrong body part and there will be
hell to pay.'  Of course a five-year-old doesn't know any better,
thinking there is no wrong body part for pinching.

- Yeah, like you're under the table and you reach between a man's
legs and pinch..

- That's exactly what I asked my mom.  She told me that I was too
young to learn about body parts.  She was clueless about the show
and tell games that we neighborhood kids had been playing.  I had
already given my next door neighbor, Bobby, a nice long look at
my slit if he would let me see his cock. I remember he called it
a penny slot and his cock was the coin squirter!  Well, I played
with it for a couple of minutes but of course left disappointed
that no money came out.  Who knew that six-year-olds were too
young to get it up.  Anyway, the memory stayed with me.  I was
almost fifteen when this real cute guy up the street got into my
pants.  My folks had gone away for the weekend and my older
sister was supposed to be in charge.  Well, she invited her
boyfriend over thinking that I would just watch TV and leave them
alone.  I knew that they had been screwing; one day I found a
pack of condoms in her purse when I was rummaging around for a
lipstick she had borrowed from me.  I figured it was time enough
to learn what big sis was doing with her guy.  Anyway, it didn't
take him long to part my legs and slip a finger into my honey
pot.  He was as anxious to get it on as I was to get it in me.
Neither of us lasted long and I hollered 'give me the coins' when
he shot his wad into me!

- No, you didn't.

- Yes I did, though I'm not taking any credit for coining the
term 'money shot.'  He couldn't figure out what I meant and I was
in no position to tell him since I was eagerly sucking on his
cock trying to get it up for round two!

- Oh that's rich!  Oops, it must be this merlot going straight to
my head; please forgive the pun.

- Forgiven Anne, now its your turn.

- For what?

- To tell me how you lost it!

- Well, for sure I was a slow learner compared to you.  It must
have been a result of not playing around with the neighbor boys
when I was five years old.  Ooops, that came out wrong.  I was
playing around with the neighbor boys, only we were climbing
trees and doing all other kinds of outdoor stuff.  I was a real
tomboy growing up and there was a whole gang of us, almost
equally split between girls and boys.  I don't know if it was all
the running around that I did but lady puberty stopped by way
late for me.  All of the other girls were filling out C cups and
here I was still with an A cup bra that my mom insisted I wear;
though I must confess on many days I would go braless to school.
I had nubs on my chest until the summer before eleventh grade and
my cunny didn't see the monthly red tide until I was almost
fifteen.  Not that I was complaining mind you, I was into field
hockey and lacrosse and it wouldn't have been fun to run around
with a set of big boobs.

- I wish that had been my experience Anne.  I remember going to
the bathroom in fifth grade and seeing a spot of red on my
panties; of course I wasn't prepared for this and went running
home thinking that I was going to die from some rare disease.  My
mom did a good job of consoling me; she was really caught by
surprise that it happened so early.

- Anyway Jessica, to cut to the chase or chase to the cut as it
were; damn, I can't seem to stop punning my way through this
evening!  My maidenhead was intact until the spring of my senior
year; I thought I would end up the only virgin at the prom.  It
was really kind of quirky how it all came together.  Ooops,
sorry, there I go again!  The boys baseball and the girls
lacrosse teams both made it to the regional finals that spring,
which were held at the same site, about a forty-minute bus ride
from our school.  Both teams won and the coaches thought it would
be nice to let us celebrate together on the way back.  It was
just by chance that I ended up sitting next to John Alexander.
For some reason there were lots of Johns at our school so the
teachers always used the first initial of their last name to keep
things straight.  John A, as we called him, was the team's second
baseman.  Even though he lived a couple of blocks away, we weren'
t especially close.  As you might imagine the bus ride back was
pretty raucous.  Lots of yelling and repeated verses of the
school fight song.  While I was elated that both teams won and
qualified for the state playoffs, I was more interested in this
really cute guy who I was sitting with.  For the first time in my
life the hormones started to surge and I began to feel a little
weird.  Of course it was just the initial state of sexual
arousal, but for me it was something new and exciting.

- So, did the panties get wet?

- I really couldn't tell.  Everyone was sweaty and funky smelling
from the games so at the time I really wouldn't have noticed.
When we finally got off the bus, John gave me a big
congratulatory hug, which I reciprocated.  Even though I had on a
rather snug fitting sports bra, I could feel my nips begin to
tingle.  Feeling rather bold, I suggested that we make a pact to
go out for a special dinner if one of our teams wins state.  The
next week we went in different directions.  Only four of the
eight state regions played lacrosse while all played baseball.
We made it to the finals and lost in overtime while the baseball
team got knocked out in the semis.

- Too bad, no dinner.

- Wrong Jessica, we decided to go ahead with the dinner anyway.
This was the furthest either team had ever gone in the school's
history.  We figured that alone was worth celebrating.  It was
the third week in May and the weather had finally turned warm.
We had a nice dinner and John A suggested that we take advantage
of the nice evening and drive out to the lake.

- To watch the submarine races I presume.

- You're getting to be as bad as me!  Let me refill your
wineglass, I've been drinking for the two of us.  Anyway, there
is a nice promontory right at the tip of the lake.  It was funny,
the two of us dressed up, and hiking up this trail.  I was even
wearing a dress for the occasion!  Once up there, we spread the
blanket out and lay down looking up at the stars.  It was weird
in that we both made the first move and fell into each other's
arms.  I had kissed some boys before but this was different; this
was a kiss filled with anticipation.  Our tongues probed and
twisted; our hands roamed across body parts not normally
revealed.  It was ethereal up there, our bodies grinding against
one another, his hand sliding under my dress, my hand searching
for a zipper; two innocents in search of their first passion.
His cock danced in the night air, my skirt was bunched up around
my waist as we hurriedly tried to fit his key into my secret lock
to free our spirits.  That first entrance of cock into cunny was
a sensation that lingers with me to this day.  The smooth power
and the delicate friction sent tingles through my body.  The
wonderment of that first big O as I started to pant, my legs
wrapped around him, my cunny trying to suck him deeper into my
being.  I remember the incredible heat when his body stiffened
and with quick tremors he shot his virginal come into me.  We
luxuriated in the aftermath, my head cradled in his arms looking
up at the constellations formed by the lost loves of Greek gods.

- Oh my God that must have been wonderful!

- It truly was.  The funny thing was that the prom was the next
weekend and we were going with different people!

- What did you do?

- Well we were both well mannered so we made the best of the
situation.  I took corsage from my date and told him that I would
always treasure it.  John A and I did manage to get in a couple
of dances and of course had the whole summer to look forward to
before we went away to college. Enough about me, you never
finished telling me what happened between you and Rodger.

- Um, I guess I didn't did I.  Well, he asked which division I
worked in and I told him I was up at Corporate in Boston.  He
told me about his aversion to winter.  I replied that it's not
too bad if you get out and enjoy the season for what it has to
offer.  The only kind of skiing he would do was the water
variety, making sure that it was a nice hot, sunny day.  Anyway,
we finished the drinks and I told him it was my turn to buy.  He
said he would take another beer.  I bent down to get my bag,
making sure to give him a good flash of cleavage.  By this time I
was way past moist and thought that the afternoon might come to
something after all.

- Yeah, I sure can see come in the future.

- Maybe, maybe not, you haven't heard how things ended.

- I hope with a bang rather than a whimper.

- I'm going to have to start calling you punny Anne!  Anyway, I
brought the drinks back trying to sashay my hips suggestively as
I walked back from the bar.  Rather than giving Rodger the beer
directly, I put the cold bottle right down on top of his swollen
member, which looked as though it was ready to burst through the
Lycra.  I told him something looked too large and this might
provide relief.

- Good grief, you are truly amazing.

- Well it seemed to be the ladylike thing to do.  I no sooner
placed the bottle on top of his cock then he gets this big grin
of anticipation on his face.  Well, things were getting rather
warm from the combination of the second daiquiri and the thought
of what was pouched in his Speedo.  As I finished my drink I told
him that my dermatologist doesn't like me being out in the sun
for more than an hour a day as it brings on more freckles.

- Yeah, use the old doctor's excuse.  Oh, I get it now Jessica;
this was an invitation for him to come back with you and play
doctor!

- You catch on fast Anne; here, have another glass of wine.  He
didn't need much convincing to follow me back to my room.  My
room is on the lanai level so it wasn't far to go.  As soon as we
got in the door I pushed him down on the bed telling him that I
was so wet and hot that I couldn't wait to get off.  I told him
to lie there and let me do the work.  His eyes lit up with
surprise as I peeled the red maillot down, freeing my boobs.  I
guess he had never seen someone like me whose nipples get so
distended with excitement.  Anyway, I quickly pulled his Speedos
off .  I'll answer the question before you ask; yes his cock was
the real thing, everything that that was promised at poolside.
Before he could do anything I quickly mounted him, staring
lustfully into his eyes, my quim swallowing his cock, hungry for
release.  I urged him to pinch my nipples as I rocked back and
forth skoonching myself to a phenomenal orgasm.  I came, my cunny
vibrating at an incredible frequency, clenching and releasing his
cock, urging his magic lotion forth.  Well, as soon as I stopped
climatically shaking he rolled me over on my back.  My first
thought was that he wanted to do me missionary so I spread wide
making the pink hole an inviting target.  To my great surprise he
straddled my chest, cock in hand, pointing the swollen head right
at my face.  This turn of events brought me right out of my
post-fuck reverie and I demanded to know what was going on.  He
told me that he wanted to spunk my face as that was the only way
he could get off with women.

- Double yuck!!!  What is with these guys?

- Who knows.  Anyway, the absolutely last thing in the world I
wanted was a gunky pearl facial.  Reflex took over and I quickly
grabbed his balls, which were hovering over my boobs and told him
he had two choices.  He could continue stroking his cock and I
would squeeze his jizz nuggets to the point of exploding or he
could exit stage left, tail between his legs.  His eyes took on a
real worried look as I increased the pressure to where the
decision was pretty easy.  He meekly told me that he would leave.
I told him that was a wise choice since he really had the wrong
makeup to sing soprano in the church choir.  I suggested he take
one of the terry cloth robes from the bathroom since there was no
way that he could get his swim briefs over that enraged erection.

- To come or not to come that is the question; whether 'tis
nobler.  oh to heck with him, let's turn to a more tasty treat.
How about we go for creme brule for desert?

- Sounds yummy Anne, we can work off the calories dancing
tonight.  Maybe we'll get lucky.

- As long as we stay away from Rodger!

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