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Subject: {ASSM} Sales Support in San Diego    MF safe sex
Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 06:10:06 -0400
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This is a work of erotic fiction.  Any similarity to
actual persons or events is purely coincidental. This
story is for the private pleasure of the audience. 
Any further distribution of the discription and
accounts of this story without the express permission
of the commissioner is prohibited.  No animals were
harmed in writing this story.  Positive criticism is
welcome, just to see if any one is reading.  Flames
are not.
Enjoy.
Don

*************************************

Abby and Tom left the office building in suburban San
Diego, and walked to her car.
	She said to him, "You were amazing in there.  You
just made $50,000 dollars for the company in one day."

	"I just told him the benefits of our product.  It was
an easy sell from there."
	 " I have been trying to close with that customer for
weeks, but I couldn't get into the technical details. 
You talked to him one technical person to another."
	"I guess I earned my salary for the day." 
	"You did indeed.  Look, are you flying back now?"  
	"I'm flying back tomorrow.  The red eye would require
a change of planes in Chicago."
	" Then can I buy you dinner, just to express my
appreciation?"   She did not tell him that she gets a
six percent bonus for the sale. 
	"Sure.  Just take me back to the hotel so I can check
my e-mail, change and use the gym for an hour."
	They drove towards downtown San Diego.  While in the
car, she said, "Look, I live a few miles north of town
in a condo in Pacific Beach.  I'll drop you off and
pick you up at seven.  I know a great Italian place in
the Gaslamp Quarter."
	While they were driving,Tom had a chance to really
look at her.  Abby was a tall pretty brunette, with a
bouncy smile, full of energy.   She was in her late
twenties, which was ten years younger than him.  Abby
had brought him to San Diego from headquarters in the
east to help her with a very important customer.  The
sale made her exuberantly happy.   Tom wondered how
she would be in bed.  
	Tom was happily married, with two young children.  He
liked his wife, and would never hurt her, but the
marriage was more friendship than passion.   Their sex
life had degenerated into a routine of the same
position at the same time, when she was not too tired
or too busy with the children. 
	They  arrived at the hotel by the harbor, and Tom
went upstairs to change.  After his workout in the
hotel center, he showered, shaved,  and put on more
casual clothes.  He was about to leave to meet Abby,
when he decided to grab a condom, just in case.
	She met him by the entrance, and drove the short
distance to the Horton Plaza, where she parked.  They
walked to the restaurant on Fifth street.  
	During dinner, Abby talked about her job and life in
San Diego.  She graduated from the UCSD.   She loved
the work, but sometimes sales was a bit lonely.  She
worked out of her apartment, so there were no friends
she saw on an every day basis.
	"Does your job enable you meet people?"  Tom asked.
	"Not really.  I work out of my condo.  People are so
afraid of sex harassment.  If I ever slept with a
client, I'd be fired.  If I slept with my boss, we'd
both be fired, except she's a woman too.  The only
safe people in the company are people like you, whom
we rarely see."
	"Do you live alone?"  Tom asked.
	"Yes.  My boyfriend used to come over occasionally,
but he moved to up to Santa Monica."
	"You don't go up to see him?"
	"Occasionally, but we kind of drifted apart.  I have
my job and he has his."
	She ordered a fresh sword fish in herb butter.   Tom
had veal marsala.  They ordered an entire bottle of a
California Sauvingon Blanc.  Tom did not know how they
managed to drink the bottle, but they did. 
	Abby put the dinner on her business credit card.
	Tom said, "Ms. Adams, thank you for a delicious
dinner."
	She answered, "You are welcome Mr. Jefferson.  And
thank you for your help with my client.'
	After dinner, Abby was not sure she could drive.  
They walked around the Gaslamp Quarter, but it was
just one restaurant after another housed in restored
turn of the century buildings.   Eventually, she drove
the few blocks back to the harbor, and parked in his
hotel.  
	"Do you have to go home soon?" Tom asked.
	"No.  There is no one there, and tomorrow is an easy
day for me."
	They started walking along the marina, enjoying ships
and boats on display.  Abby as impressed by Tom's
professional attitude.  He was just average looking,
but he was in good physical shape,  carried himself
with an air of confidence.  Even though he was not
overly handsome, she found him sexy.  She has actually
gone through a string of boy friends recently, and did
not want to go home to an empty house.  She did not
know what would happen tonight, but she wanted to find
out.
	Impulsively, she threw her arms around him and kissed
him passionately.
	"Whoa.  What was that about?"  Tom asked.
	"I don't know.  I just feel good," she said, smiling.

	They walked slowly back toward the hotel.  When they
arrived at the lobby, Tom asked, 
"Do you want to come up?   There is some wine in the
mini-bar."
	He expected her to decline, but instead she said,
"Sure.  I'd love to.
	Tom had a nice room with a view of the harbor.   He
pulled out some wine.  She removed her jacket and
shoes,  and sat on the bed.  They drank a toast to San
Diego.
	Abby leaned back on the bed, and stretch out, fully
clothed.  She wore a short sleeve blouse and tailored
slacks.   She lay there, with her legs slightly apart.
	Tom said, "You look very sexy like that."
	She smiled.  She said, "Do you want me?"
	"Yes, I do.   But I don't think we should,"  he said,
mostly trying to convince himself. 
	"Why not?"
	"Because I'm married and we work for the same
company."
	"You have never stepped out on your wife before?"
	"No."
	"Well, I'm here and she is twenty-five hundred miles
away.  I don't want to ruin your marriage.  I just
thought we could have some fun together."   
	Abby felt good that he was married.  That meant she
could trust him. 
	Tom did not say anything.   He just looked at her,
trying to imagine what she would be like in bed and
what they would do to each other.   She got up. 
	Finally she asked, "What would you do if I weren't
here?"
	"I don't know.  Maybe watch some TV."
	"Would you watch the porn channel?"
	"Maybe."
	"Put it on.   Maybe we'll get inspired."
	Tom  found the TV control and tuned to a porn
channel.   The program displayed a woman licking a
another woman's clitoris.  It looked more
gynecological than erotic.   The sound track consisted
of moans and elevator music.   Tom left it on, but
muted the sound.
	When he turned around, he saw that Abby had taken off
her blouse.   She stood there in her bra.   She then
removed the bra, and tossed it on a chair.
	"Don't you want a taste of these?"  she said,
fondling her breasts.
	Tom found himself getting excited by the sight of her
firm round boobs.  She then pulled off her slacks, 
until she was just wearing her panties.  He walked up
to her, placing his hands on her breasts. 
	"These are luscious.  I can't resist, " he said.  He
sat on the bed so he could kiss them.  He pulled her
to his face, so he  could easily alternate from one to
the  other.   Abby leaned back, soaking in the
enjoyment.  He fondled her ass, as he kissed her all
over.   He felt she wanted him to  pull down her
panties, so he did.  It had been years since his wife
let him come face to face with a woman's pussy and do
oral sex.  He had almost forgotten how. 
	"Do you want me to kiss it?"  he asked.
	"Yes.  Make me feel good, like that woman on the TV."
	Tom glanced at he screen, and saw two woman on each
other in sixty-nine fashion.
He pulled her down on the bed.  He positioned himself
between her legs.  He used his hands and mouth to
manipulate her pussy.   She did not have a thick bush,
so he could easily see her excited clitoris.  Abby
pushed up with her legs against his face.  He could
tell he was pleasing her, which made him feel good. 
Unlike the moans on the TV, her's were genuine. 
	"Does that feel good?"  he asked.
	"Oh yes.  You are wonderful.  Keep it up,"  she said
breathlessly.
	Tom inserted three fingers in her pussy and pulled at
her clit.  His tongue was getting tired, but his
fingers kept moving.   Abby put her hands on her
breasts to give herself some extra stimulation.    She
felt she was close to an orgasm.   
	"I'm almost there!  Keep going!"  she exclaimed.
	Tom wanted to bring her off.  She bucked against him,
almost pushing him away.   He kept fingering her slit
rapidly.  The vibration began in her pussy and spread
over her pelvis.  Her moans evolved into squeals of
pleasure as her orgasm hit.  
	When she relaxed her pelvis, Tom removed his fingers.
	"You were terrific, lover." she sighed.  He crawled
up to lie next to her.
	After a few minutes she asked, "What's wrong with
this picture?"  
	She moved over him and started to unbuckle his belt
and open his fly.
	She added, "One of us is fully clothed and the other
is naked and sexually satisfied.   Do you want me to
undress you?"
	"Yes.  Do what ever you want with me."
	Tom let her undress him.  He lifted his ass so she
could remove his slacks and shorts.  She tossed all
his clothes aside.   She sat astride his naked body,
so she could reach his prick.  The TV showed a women
sucking on a man's prick.   He was at least ten inches
long.
	"That's why I don't watch too much porn.  I can't
complete, " Tom said, pointing to the screen.	
	"He's there and you're here.  Besides, you're no
slouch,"  she said with a giggle.
	She started to play with his prick,  noting how
rapidly it grew.   
	"Do you want me to give you a blow job?"
	"You can suck it for a while."
	She liked giving blow jobs almost as much as real
sex.  It made her feel in control.   She got down to
work on him, alternatively sucking and licking him all
over.  She moved all around his cylinder, but spent
extra effort on the sensitive tip. 
	He felt great, but he said, "I don't to finish this
way."
	"Do you have a condom?"  she asked.
	"There is one in my wallet."
	She got off him so he could retrieve it.
	"What would you have done if I didn't have one?"  Tom
asked.
	"I have some too.  Many modern women carry them in
case they want to have some fun with a man they don't
know well."
	"What if he  did not want to use it?"
	"Then he is out of luck.  The risks of pregnancy or
disease  are small, but the consequences are severe. I
 insist."
	"Like using a seat belt."
	" Exactly.  Let me put it on you,"  she said.
	He lay back on the bed.   She opened the package and
placed the condom over his rigid member.  
	"I want to get on top of you," she said.
	"Yes," he said.   He would accept any position except
the so called missionary.   He associated that with
his wife.
	She climbed over him and grasped his prick in her
hand.   She then eased her pussy down until she was
thoroughly impaled on him.   Tom just soaked up the
feeling.   He then looked up and grasped her breasts. 
He played with them as she moved over him.  She
squatted on her knees to give herself better leverage.
 Tom alternated between squeezing her tits and
pinching her ass.  
They were abandoning themselves to their lust.   She
repeatedly lifted herself up and slammed down on him. 
  
	Tom  was not sure he could take much more.  He felt
enormous pressure build up in his balls.  His pressure
increased with each lurch.
	"So down.  You have me there too soon." Tom urged.
	She slowed down  slightly.  But she was enjoying it
too much to stop.  She just wanted to ride his rigid
pole forever.   Real sex was much better than oral
sex.  Because Tom was wearing a condom, he was not
quite as sensitive as normal,  so he could keep it up
longer.  But Abby was reaching the point of no return,
too.
	"I want it.  I want it."  She muttered.
	"Yes.  Do it." he replied. 
	He thrust his pelvis up at her.  They were totally in
rhythm.  Suddenly,  with a loud grunt, the dam in his
prick burst.  Each pulse filled the condom with cum. 
He kept squirting blasts deep into her pussy.  She
could tell he was cumming, even though she could not
feel anything through the condom.  She slammed down
until her orgasm erupted even more violently than
before.   She screamed loudly as her belly spasmed out
of control.  She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure
pour over her body.  
	When she relaxed, he said, "You had better get off,
before I leak.  That is one of the negatives of a 
condom." 	
	She reluctantly rolled off him.   Tom got up to use
the bathroom and clean himself off.  He grabbed
another condom. 
	When he got back, she had gotten under the covers of
the bed.  Tom turned down the lights and joined her,
but he left the porn channel on the TV. 
	She snuggled up to him. 
	"That was wonderful, lover,"  she said, softly.
	They cuddled, kissed, and played with each other's
bodies.  Her  pussy seemed warm and wet.   Gradually,
his penis resumed its former hardness under her
manipulations.
	"I knew you were in too good shape to be a once and
done,"  Abby said.
	"Normally, once is enough for me.  But you are too
sexy for that," he replied.
	She maintained her grip on his prick.   He loved the
way she fondled his organ.  
	"Do you want to do it again?"  he asked.
	"Oh yes."
	"This time I want to be on top.  I want to do it that
way, "  Tom said, pointing to the TV.  The picture
showed a woman getting her pussy pierced from behind, 
while she went down on a man kneeling in front of her.
	"I like it that way, too.  Do you have another
condom?"  she asked.
	Tom gave it to her and she installed it over his
penis.   She then got up and kneeled on the bed, like
the woman on the TV.
	"Give it to me, lover.  Insert your prick and pound
me,"  she urged.
	He knelt behind her and found her pussy.  He eased
his prick in until it was buried in her wetness.   She
wiggled her rear toward him, making her pussy glow. 
Abby liked sex doggy style almost as much being to
top, because she could control her movements.   But
she also liked being used for his pleasure, because it
made her feel more feminine.
	He reached around to pinch her tits.  
	"Yes.  Pinch my tits.   Slap my ass. Make me feel
everything, "  she urged, breathlessly.
	He wanted her to enjoy everything.  He steadily
pulsed against her pussy,  and she pulsed back.  She
moaned with the erotic fire of her loins.   She no
longer cared who was banging her, as long as kept
doing it.
	"Keep going.  Do it harder.  Fuck me."  she urged.
	Tom felt he could continue for some time, because of
the condom and his prior orgasm.  He did not let up.  
He pinched her some more,  until her tits were
buzzing.   
	"Yes, I'm cumming," she screamed.
	He continued to bang into her.   His prick also began
to glow.  He felt a delicious combination of pain and
pleasure, as his pressure built again.    He was
relentless.  He wanted her more than anything.  
	"Hold on. I'm almost there."  he said.
	"I'm here for you.  Do me some more,"   she replied,
breathlessly. 
	He grunted with an effort to bring them over the
edge.   She was also grunting  as she encountered
another fiery orgasm, more powerful than before.   As
Tom approached the edge of his orgasm, the tension
became unbearable.  He wanted it so bad, it hurt.  
Then he felt repeated jets  of cum fill the condom. 
He kept moving into her, wanting to empty himself
completely. 
	When he was finally finished,  he pulled out and let
her fall forward onto the bed.  They were both
exhausted and out of breath.  
	"That was just plain fantastic,"  he said, finally.
	"It's been long time since I was fucked so
wonderfully, " she admitted.
	Tom had to get up to deal with his condom.   When he
got back, she had resumed her position under the
covers.    He turned off the TV, set the clock so he
would not miss his flight in the morning,  and turned
out the lights.
	"Let's get some sleep.  After that work out, we
deserve it,"  he said.
	They slept for several hours.  Then Abby got up to
use the bathroom.  She used a toothbrush which  she
carried in her purse.   Instead of going back to bed,
she decided to take a shower.  She got dressed in the
bathroom.  
	Before she left, she kissed him, even though he was
only half awake.
	"Thank you for a wonderful evening.  If I ever need
some more sales support, I know who to call."
	With that, Abby left the hotel and drove home.
	The next morning Tom took a cab to the airport.    He
tried to call her, but he ended up just leaving a
message on her answering machine.  His plane took off
on the airport's  single west bound runway, eased into
a left one hundred and eighty degree turn, and headed
east.  
	Tom never told his wife about his evening with Abby. 
 However, he urged her to get away with him for a few
days by themselves so they could be more romantic.  He
obtained some sex therapy tapes, so they could explore
other positions.  
	A few months later, Abby called again asking for some
technical support with a difficult customer.   Tom
suggested that a female colleague have the opportunity
instead.   
	



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