Chapter Twenty-Two - Adventures in San Francisco

When her flight was at altitude, Laura accepted champagne from the stewardess. She used the four hour flight to go over the week ahead and the past few weeks of her ever more hectic life. Her first thought was Dan is really getting short changed by my new jobs. Laura hadn’t spent a full week with just her husband in a month. She knew she had to take steps to maintain her primary relationship.

Greg is showing strain too was Laura’s next consideration. Unconsciously she clenched her thighs and twisted her rear deeper into the leather of the first class airliner cushion. He is getting possessive, more demanding of his needs for me. Friday night was incredible. After four days of tender love making, Greg really needed to fuck me hard before I left. Laura laughed aloud and noticed a passenger across the aisle look. Who am I kidding, I begged him to fuck me hard?

We both needed the hard driving sex we had Friday night after dancing and playing in that club. We always fuck hard after a night out playing and showing off. If Greg doesn’t lead me to tough, I pull it out of him. I love wearing his bites and bruises; I love feeling my muscles throb. I can still feel him in my puss two days later. Again she laughed; I love taking my just fucked and cum filled cunt home to my husband Dan. Just the thought of going home to her Baby with Greg inside brought an air kiss to no one who would see her for ten days.

Laura’s thoughts turned to her new job at the firm. She knew she would miss working directly for Greg. Working for Greg wasn’t just under the desk BJs and after hours sex. She was his secretary for three years without a kiss before his last eventful birthday. Secretary for a senior lawyer was a challenging position. Her new job was higher profile, but it promised fewer day-to-day challenges.

Her coworkers, the executive sisters was how Laura labeled them, seemed to accept her. Laura knew there would be more office politics at this level, probably some politics with other firms too. She considered that her other job with BL positioned her well in the politics game; she had some independence at work. The Executive Assistant to the Partners Committee would work her ass off before, during, and immediately following their quarterly meetings. The rest of the time, she could coast or help the other executive girls.

Champagne interrupted Laura’s reflection. Stimulation from the bubbles tickled her nose and triggered physical sensations. Laura played to the sensations as she felt her body calling; first rubbing the rim of her glass slowly over her lower lip. Another sip, the rim of the flute grazed over a protruding nipple lowering from her mouth. Laura looked around the cabin and saw only people absorbed in whatever. She could find no reason not to use the cool glass of the flute to excite her nipple further.

With eyes closed and head leaning back, Laura imagined Greg’s fat cock between her thighs:

She squeezed thighs together holding the image of fat cock tight;

Take another sip of champagne;

Move the cool glass from nipple to nipple.

Laura was well into private sensual bliss when she sensed someone near; she opened her eyes to a smiling attendant.

“Would you like more champagne, or maybe something colder?”

“Both!”

For almost an hour, at least four hundred miles in the middle of her journey, the stewardess shared Laura’s private sexual interlude. She brought a full glass of ice cubes, three little bottles of good vodka, and refilled the champagne flute often. On every trip from galley to Laura’s seat her eyes lingered on nipples peaked by the iced glass. Once she blew a kiss at them; she spoke softly and praised her passenger’s audacity. Finally, the attendant had to clear away bottles and glasses before serving a meal. Laura managed to pull her hand close pretending to answer a question.

“Pinch one, please, pinch one hard for me.”

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Four hours after takeoff, the pilot announced their approach to San Francisco International airport. An hour later the concierge helped Laura with her bags while she paid the taxi driver.

First phone call went to husband.

Hi Baby, I just wanted to call and let you know my flight was smooth.

. . .

I know we didn’t have much time together.

. . .

I know a romantic restaurant across the bay; is there any chance you could get way and come join me for the weekend?

. . .

Call me Monday and let me know.

. . .

I love you Baby, take care of yourself until I get back.

Laura decided while considering the coming ten days, Young Legal Counsel didn’t fit in her plans for this trip. With the obligatory phone call to Dan out of the way, it was almost time to call her lover, but first she wanted to get comfortable. After forty minutes in bed and bath rooms, Laura curled up in her love seat ready to call Greg.

Getting comfortable translated to a quick shower and wearing the sexy black negligee Legal bought and Dan loved.

Hey Baby, I am calling to let you know I arrived safely.

. . .

Yes, easy trip, no bumps or delays. I even brought you along in my carry on stuff; I could feel you and you being with me excited me.

Laura told Greg about playing with the cold glasses; how excited she felt thinking about him; and about her conspiracy with the attractive flight attendant. She concluded just as she had with Dan.

I love you Baby, take care of yourself until I get back.



The three hour time difference between the east and San Francisco left Laura with a bonus of time on her hands; it was still early afternoon. Laura stretched across the love seat and admired her legs beneath the sheer black nylon. I wonder if Dan really believed me about only fucking Legal twice last trip? Probably not, Dan is sure Legal met me at the airport and I fucked him as soon as I hung up the phone. He might believe a quickie before I called home.

Laura’s fingers played absently over telephone buttons on the table beside her. Legal at home was button number seven on the speed dial. I told myself I wasn’t going to fuck Legal this trip. I told Dan that too. Greg doesn’t know about Legal; Greg would be furious. Dan is sure Legal’s dick is in my pussy right now. I wonder what Legal would think about all of the love bites Greg planted to mark his turf? I am wearing the sexy negligee he bought. If button seven had feelings, it might have wondered about the pressure.

The inanimate button called its planned function, and Legal’s home phone began to ring.

Hey there you, I just called to say hello.

. . .

Yes, I arrived a couple of hours ago.

. . .

I don’t have anything planned; just get ready for work tomorrow.

. . .

Maybe we could do lunch, or have a drink somewhere after work.

. . .

Come here tonight? Let me think about that.

. . .

Oh, what the hell. Sure, come on over and keep me company.

“Come in, I hope you appreciate I am wearing your gift?” Within five minutes, Legal joined Laura on the love seat wearing only his silk boxers and holding a gin and tonic. Legal attempted immediate intimacy; Laura held him off to a slow seduction. She deflected his hands and kisses away from her most sensitive spots. Laura knew teasing with men; she practiced often with Dan. As far as she was concerned, Legal needed a woman such as herself as tutor in the art of pleasuring a woman. Legal would get his pleasure when Laura decided he was ready.

“Kiss me. I’ll show you where and how.”

Laura brought Legal to her lips. Her lips and responses guided his lips in How to Kiss a Woman 101. When she judged satisfaction, Laura guided his hand to her neck, and Legal’s lips followed. She guided him to a breast, and then on to kiss her belly. At each stop along the kissing trail, Laura had her lover kiss until moans of pleasure and her hand guided him further along.

In due course, Legal’s kisses came to the end of the trail over Laura’s body. His lips kissed Laura’s clit and his fingers danced on her labia.

“Mmmm, yes lover, kiss me there. Kiss softly and then kiss me more.”

Laura guided her lover’s kisses and touches with sounds, with encouraging undulation of her hips, and pressure with her hands. Her excitement mounted. I’m glad Dan expected me to fuck him. He was right; I can have so much fun teaching a young lover.

Laura neared her peak, “Use your teeth lover, be gentle, but bite me there.” Legal nipped and Laura screamed her orgasm.

“That was good for me lover; now I want to have fun another way. Take it out; let me see some cock.”

Legal reached for the waistband on his shorts.

“Leave them on; they feel so smooth. Pull your cock through the fly.”

Laura took cock in hand and began to fondle the shaft with a gentle touch. She kissed and made small bites over Legal’s chest while using her hands to guide his knees apart. Soon she was kneeling between thighs.

“My lover is a lawyer; I know what lawyers like best.”

Legal opened his mouth to respond but stopped with a gasp. With mouth open wide, Laura thrust her head downward; she swallowed the length of cock using muscles in the back of her mouth as if to devour the man above her.

“OH - oh – oh – oh – oh – godddd yessss – ohgodyessuck - oh sucking cocksucker.”

Laura never pulled back; she kept her swallowing action strong on the cock now at the entrance to her throat. Young Legal was no stretch for her after Greg; he didn’t even compare with her husband. Laura had no intention of letting up until Legal pumped his load.

“Oh bitch, bitch, bitch, suck me, suck my cock, never, never, never like this, oh suck.”

Laura was holding Legal’s hands away from her head; she knew he wanted to hold tight and face fuck. Laura intended to keep total control. She pulled away from Legal’s cock.

“If your hands touch my head, I’ll bite and send you away; you are cock and I am sucker, understand?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Laura.”

“Yes WHAT?”

“Yes Cocksucker.”

“Talk at me while I suck.”

Legal’s mind spun in confusion; cock had no confusion at all. Cock knew exactly what it wanted. Cock wanted that hot mouth that suddenly let cool air flow when mouth lifted to speak. As soon as Laura heard the trigger words cock had every desire filled:

“Suck my cock you cocksucker bitch”

Laura gripped Legal by the wrist to hold his hands away, and her mouth once again devoured Legal’s cock to its base. The mouth enveloping cock was sucking, swallowing, licking and biting all at once. Cock directed a sensory message to Legal’s hips; push forward, get deeper.

“Suck bitch, cocksucker, oh yes, suck me, teeth, suck, cocksucker bitch, teeth, oh teeth, watch owww, teeth, suck whore.”

Laura responded to the exhortations; she was sucking and swallowing. Her lips and teeth pulled the bag of skin hanging below cock as far into her mouth as possible.

“God damn bitch, you sucking bitch.”

Laura resisted the pressure coming from Legal’s arms; she would not cede control. With arms stymied, Legal began to clench his thighs. Clench and release, clench and release; Legal soon coordinated the muscles of thighs and hips. When Legal would clench his thighs and push forward with hips, Laura sealed her lips and sucked harder. Male and female cravings drove them higher. Intermittent phrases penetrated: cocksucker . . . suck slut . . . bitch . . . cum slut . . . cunt-whore-slut.

Time, now it’s time ; Laura released her grip and wrapped arms around the hips thrusting at her. Legal finally brought his hands into play. He held tight and with a brutal push of hips he came half off the love seat, driving cock deep in mouth. Laura had everything now; she bit, sucked hard and swallowed as a flood of man cum blasted directly down her throat. Legal had to scream for both; his orgasm was total. He held tight, his thighs quivered, and his nuts emptied in spurt after spurt.

“CUM – CUM – CUM – CUM – Yessssss.”

After some minutes of gentle sucking, Laura pushed Legal away, into the love seat.

“That was good. Time for you to go now, we will do this again before I leave.”

“But – but - but, I don’t have to go. I want to stay, to be with you longer.”

“No, you have to go. I want the rest of the evening to myself. Get dressed – GO!”

Laura kissed Young Legal goodbye at her door, and then once again in the corridor. Young Legal held her hand after their last kiss; Laura decided to walk him to the elevator. Legal received his last passionate kiss waiting for the ding of the elevator door.

If she had been wearing more than her sheer black nightgown, Laura might have entered the elevator with Legal; her resolve to send him away flagged after three passion filled goodbye kisses. They held hands across the elevator threshold until the doors began to close. One of Laura’s neighbors from a higher floor got an eyeful, and he whistled an approval that startled her.

“Call me later tonight, Legal.” Laura quickly recited her phone number; she hoped her neighbor would take note. He appeared a handsome gentleman by Laura’s quick glance. She really didn’t care if Legal called at all.

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Tuesday evening Upper Floor did call. He called early; Laura was still dressed in her office clothes. They played innuendo games over the phone as a getting to know one another device. Laura finally invited him to her condo if would bring brandy for a get acquainted drink.

“I have French and local; I will bring both if you answer your door dressed just as I first saw you.”

Laura negotiated forty-five minutes delay to shower and change clothes. Her last instruction told Upper Floor she expected his attire be appropriate to hers.

Laura decided to wear the short, sheer pink gown Dan bought; she responded to the bell chime and found Upper Floor wearing a blue smoking jacket over light grey pajamas.

“I approve, of your attire and your brandy.”

“Your attire is even more intriguing than the first time I saw you.”

Laura escorted her guest to the love seat and brought glasses for the brandy. She took every opportunity to model her nightgown and her body so thinly covered. Upper Floor took notice and smiled approval. Laura and Upper Floor sampled both French and California brandy as they sketched their lives to one another. Her initial tidbit left her bedroom door ajar.

“I am here in San Francisco only a week or so every month. I live East with a husband, a lover, and another job. My work here is just part time. Young Legal Counsel is not a lover, just someone at work.”

A most interesting element of Upper Floor’s bio was a veiled reference to his second bedroom as playpen. Laura got up to turn on soft background music; she let her body sway to the music for Upper Floor’s visual enjoyment.

Slowly Laura recognized hand signals her new friend gave off. She adapted her dance according to his gestures drawing attention to every part of her body. In response to a twisting gesture from Upper’s palm, Laura turned and looked over her shoulder. She posed, nightgown drawn high, with hand on bare rump. Upper Floor clapped his hands in appreciation, and Laura lightly clapped hand on rump responding.

Upper Floor gestured closer, and Laura danced backward toward him still clapping herself until her hand was lifted away. His slap where her hand had played was a watershed in a growing friendship. Laura gasped, but with pleasure obvious on her voice, and bent forward to present a taught and stretched target.

“Again please, just a little more.”

Bent over and getting her cheeks spanked just a little more strong than lightly, Laura took stock of her situation. She recognized the sexual potential Upper Floor offered. Laura shook her hips to present all sides for attention, and gave soft mewing sounds of approval often. Upper Floor could be a perfect partner for diversion, if diversion was her goal. Laura decided he was a keeper, but only if he agreed to her terms.

“One more good pop on each side, two if you really must, and then let’s drink some more brandy and talk.”

Laura felt her body pushed forward and down to present her ass in perfect position. Upper Floor had his left hand under her gown in the middle of her back. Looking around her shoulder, she watched her neighbor wad panties into a narrow roll inside the crevice of her cheeks. Laura loved the drama Upper set and smiled approval. She blew a kiss just as his first hard slap thundered onto her right globe.

“Ooowwww! “Yessss!”

She waited and watched; eyes open in anticipation. Upper drew his hand back again; Laura watched intently.

“Oooohhhh – Yes – Yes – YES!”

Upper leaned into the love seat to admire the pink he created. Laura stayed in pose, bent and not moving.

“Come sit by me and let’s drink; I may take you up on your seconds offer, or make a counteroffer later.”

Laura took her seat and accepted another glass of brandy.

“I enjoyed, I think you did too. I am not the first woman you have spanked, am I?”

“No, my dear, I have some experience with spanking and other delights. I enjoy such things.”

Laura said could tell. “My lover enjoys spanking me, and using me very hard sexually. I love it when we have very hard sex. He is also a very tender lover, and I enjoy making soft, beautiful and very tender love with him. My husband is very tender as well, an even better tender partner than my lover. He can be forceful at times, but it is more difficult for him to be as forceful as my lover.”

“Husbands can have that difficulty; their love feelings restrain them.”

“I am not looking for another lover, and I have no need for another husband; mine is perfect for me. I might entertain an off-and-on dalliance for amusement. Would such a proposal interest you?”

“You are a very attractive woman, very confident in your beauty and your control. I have a feeling that your control is most precious; even when you appear to give control to a lover, you keep taught reins.”

Laura eyed Upper Floor intently; his words created warmth within. She turned attention to her snifter, drank from it, circled the rim with a finger, then with her tongue. Her gaze returned directly to the man sitting next to her on the love seat; Laura pressed the glass against her lower lip. She was making a decision; Laura would put an offer on the table, or maybe the bed.

“Control must be negotiable; it must be negotiable or it must be mine alone.”

Upper Floor stood, “Kneel before me and reach into my pajamas.

I want to observe how you handle my sex.”

Laura burst into laughter, but began to lift from the love seat.

“Is this your idea of negotiating control?”

Upper Floor simply directed his eyes to the floor at his feet. Laura gathered the hem of her gown with her left hand, and reached with her right to Upper for support. She kneeled before the man. Laura took another moment to assess the situation; Upper Floor was not Young Legal. She knew she could assert, and drive this man away. They could have some fun tonight and rarely or never again. Or . . . ?

What do I really want?

Laura reached for the belt that closed the smoking jacket and pulled one end. Upper had a small paunch to his belly, but the paunch and his chest hid under a wild mass of graying dark hair. Laura had never been this close to so much hair on a man; she was intrigued, not at all put off. Fingertips tested the hair for texture; it was wiry and stiff with only slight curl. Closer, get close Laura’s mind told her; she rubbed her forehead against man hair, only touching hair, not skin. She sucked hair between her lips and wet a mouthful using her tongue.

“Your hair is fascinating, I have never seen this much.”

Upper Floor said nothing; he kept his eyes focused on the woman before him. Laura knew he was waiting for her to follow through with his original instruction. She reached through the opening of his pajamas.

The cock Laura extracted was thick, maybe even thicker than Greg’s fat tool, but not long at all. Cock didn’t have the rampant hardness both Greg and Dan always showed. Laura held it from below with her right hand wrapping fingers around to get a sense of this new male cock. She reached into pajamas again with just her left hand to free Upper’s ball sack. She found the same mass of hair as on his torso.

Laura took her time and explored all of the flesh in front of her with light strokes. Next she raked the shaft lightly with fingernails; cock twitched and firmed somewhat. Laura let cock go to rake nails over Upper’s testicles. Cock jumped at the new stimulation and lightly tapped against her lips. Laura trapped cock against Upper’s belly and in turn rubbed each of her cheeks against its underside before taking cockhead in mouth.

Leaning back on her heels, Laura released Upper Floor completely and asked if she handled her introduction to his pleasure?

“Yes my dear, you did that very well. Stand up! You have earned seconds.”

Laura got to her feet and reached to the waistband of her panties.

“No! Not yet, not here. We will have one more brandy and then I will show you my playroom; I know you are curious. You will be.”

Upper Floor’s playroom catered to sexual games only; no children play here Laura knew. When her neighbor said, “Come, it is time to see the playroom”, she had no hesitation about going in her nightgown. Laura only asked slippers or barefoot? Upper led her to the center of the room before giving permission to open her eyes.

Laura first saw one wall covered with mirror tiles; she looked immediately to the ceiling but it was bare.

“Not yet”, his voice whispered.

The wall opposite the mirrors sported a pipe frame with rings hanging from the cross bar. The frame would hold a subject mostly immobile; Laura stared at the frame and her imagination tied her in place. Whips and paddles, six of various types, hung on the wall flanking the frame. Several photographs interspersed between the whips. Laura went to a whip and examined it carefully; this one had a tightly wrapped leather handle and many thin leather straps dangling from the handle.

“That is called a flogger; it is made of buffalo hide. It will make your bum red used properly, but doesn’t leave marks.”

“I’ve never been whipped; my lover did use his belt once when I begged.”

Upper took her by the hand and led Laura to a long and sinister looking whip. “This is a true whip. It is over four feet long, and with it I can streak your back with welts that last for days if you can stand the pain.”

Laura looked Upper Floor in the eye but said nothing.

The Master of the house led his guest to the far, curtain covered, wall. Laura watched as Upper Floor toggled a switch causing the heavy drape to pull clear. The view beyond the small balcony was spectacular.

“I want to see it some evening at sunset.” Laura felt herself wrapped in her neighbor’s arms. “Open the sheers, I want to see clearly.”

Upper drew the last curtains and opened the sliding door; they stepped to balcony edge.

“You’re right; it is beautiful, especially at sunset. It is also a perfect place to howl at the moon.”

Upper felt Laura shiver and he drew close to cover her back.

Laura reached for a clamp she noticed on the railing, “Tell me.”

“I have cuffs that attach; I like to play out here too.”

“Lights?”

“Hold these and wait here.”

Suddenly Laura stood in the spotlight. Upper Floor was beside her again attaching first one wrist and then the other with soft leather cuffs.

“Our neighbors can see us if they notice the light. There is also a microphone if I want them to hear.”

Laura moaned.

“Have you seen enough for now; are you ready for another brandy?”

“Give me my seconds out here then we can have our brandy.”

“This is the French, isn’t it? It has a very smooth taste; it feels smooth.”

“Yes, you feel smooth too. Your bottom is perfect.”

“Tell me about the last woman you spanked. Was she young or older; did she ask to be taken out there for the neighbors pleasure?”

“Her husband brought her to me; she was older. I had him undress his wife in the living room, and direct her to obey me. He waited there. I took her to the playroom and cuffed her to the rail, I whipped her, and finally I fucked her.”

Laura thought about Upper Floor’s description; she still had questions.

“Lights?”

“Yes.”

“Microphone?”

“Yes, speakers loud.”

“Neighbors?”

“Several.”

“Did she cry?”

“No, not really. She called out but did not cry.”

“Orgasm?”

“Oh yes, yes oh yes. Both of us had orgasm.”

Laura stretched her arm for more brandy.

“You seem fascinated by my balcony?”

“Yes.”

“Many fix on the mirror wall; some find the leather furniture draws them.”

“I like to sing my pleasure when I have sex. Sometimes, maybe often, I want others to hear my song.”

“My balcony is perfect for your desire. I will whip you hard one night when the fog is thick; everyone will thrill at your pleasure in the mist.”

“Do you see others, others playing in their windows, on their balcony?”

“Sometimes I watch them play; more often they watch me play.”

“Let’s continue our discussion on the balcony. Bring the brandy; you can cuff me to the rail and hold my glass as I drink.”

“Yes, strip now, leave your gown here and I will spotlight you.”

“Oh yes, I like that idea.”

“You haven’t asked about the other furniture, just the toys and the balcony?”

“If I visit your playroom again, you can show them to me. The balcony is enough for tonight. I am comfortable on display; very few know me in San Francisco.”

Upper Floor walked her to the balcony and left Laura cuffed to the rail, on view for one-and-all.

“Hold the brandy in your mouth; study the warmth and flavor.”

Two sharp strikes with one of the toys warmed her bottom, but Laura couldn’t cry out without spilling.

“Very good, now you can swallow.”

Upper pointed out a few windows where neighbors might be watching, and then he left Laura exposed on the balcony with one last set of hard swats to her cheeks. Laura cried out and heard her amplified scream echoed against the next building as Upper left her.

Time passed and then Laura felt Upper behind her once more. His hands caressed the goose bumps on her sides from armpits to waist.

“How long?”

“About ten minutes, just enough to excite you.”

“Touch my nipples.”

“You love this, don’t you? Has anyone seen you yet?”

“I don’t know.”

“Drink more brandy and then I will try to awaken an audience.”

Upper’s left hand worked Laura’s cunt as he held the snifter and she drank.

“Swallow this time, but slowly.”

“I am going to strike you six times; they will be hard on your bottom. Count each off loudly; you may cry out if you want to, if you need to cry out, but you must count each stroke before I will give the next. While I am gone, watch the windows, the balconies. When I come back, tell me everything.”

Laura counted the six strokes as directed, and then there was only silence and light.

Laura looked from window to window; two turned from dark to soft light. She could make out shapes, but no one was recognizable. Noise from her left caught her attention, maybe from one of the balconies. Which one did Upper Floor point to? Laura was alone, exposed in the light; she knew some strangers were watching. When will Upper Floor return? City sounds gave background noise; interspersed Laura heard a few sing-song words that she didn’t quite understand.

Upper announced his return reaching between her legs for a tight grip. He squeezed hard but without probing to enter.

“Drink and then tell me what you have seen.”

“Shadows in those two windows, that is all. I am sure someone is watching. Also noise from the balcony over there; I think a man spoke to me but I couldn’t understand him.”

“You missed the small bedside lamp above; her name is Carrie. I am sure she is watching with a fat dildo inside her. I have had her here where you are.”

“What about the sounds from the balcony, do you think someone is there watching me?”

“His name is Mario, he is watching, I called him. What did you hear?”

“It sounded like puta: Puta – Puta – Puta.”

“Whore, that is how Mexican men call their women. Come whore, like calling a dog.”

Laura sucked breath in hard. She shivered.

“Mario likes to watch, but will not turn the light on. He likes to whip girls even more than I do; he enjoys being cruel. If I invite him over he might whip you, he might fuck you, or he might piss on you.”

“No, I am not ready for that.”

“Are you ready for your time in my playroom to be over?”

“No, I want to stay, but I know I must go. Will you escort me home?”

“Of course, my dear. May I give one more stroke?”

“Yes Sir, two please, give me two hard strokes so I can sing my song.”

In her own bed, and alone, Laura replayed the evening activities in her mind with a smile on her face and a tingle in her rear. She met a new friend, the older man Dan suggested, and Upper Floor as sexual friend will be far more exciting than Young Legal. Upper Floor did look distinguished in his smoking jacket, and Laura loved prancing around the living room for his viewing pleasure. Laura accepted the show off style she had been developing along with her Greg affair.

A rational segment in Laura’s brain was pleased they saw no other residents between her apartment and his. Barefoot wearing only a sexy nightgown and panties meant Laura was going for sex, pure and simple sex, no excuses possible. Their return trip, with Upper Floor holding her panties and brandy in one hand and her bottom in his other, confirmed their sex play, but no neighbors saw them. Laura knew she almost, she wanted to, fucked Upper Floor at her doorway during their parting kiss.

Final thoughts of playroom and balcony came to mind as Laura drifted off to sleep. Everything about Upper Floor’s playroom had possibilities for exploration. Laura knew she wanted more play time with her neighbor in his special room in the future, but his balcony excited Laura and stimulated well developed desires in her sexual psyche. Her final thought before sleep overtook her was that sound from the dark balcony: Puta – Puta – Puta, and Upper Floor’s description, come whore like calling a dog.

> > > > - -

Friday evening, Laura entertained BL president and the CFO with hors d’oeuvres and drinks. She wanted to open some marketing and new product ideas in an informal setting. Her main marketing idea was about models. Laura argued that looks were important but secondary. She wanted BL to select legal professional women from the top regional law firms to use as models around the country. The men bought in, and the president promised to have a formal development meeting during Laura’s next visit.

Changing subjects, Laura rose and modeled the lounging pajamas Dan bought for just such an occasion. “I wanted Dan to come out here this week but he was unable to coordinate his schedule and our production people. I hope he can come next time. My husband is a man of unusual talents, and one of them is knowing what clothes a woman should wear to look good, feel good and make the best impression for almost any situation.”

“CFO, why don’t you make the necessary phone calls to Dan’s company to make sure Laura gets what she wants? If she has an idea about an outfit like she is wearing tonight and Dan is part of her plan, I want him here soon.”

Laura thought her after hours meeting went well. She confidently escorted her guests to the lobby to further make the point that elegant loungewear could be worn further from home than many thought appropriate. The doorman smiled appreciation as Laura turned for home. She paused to flirt for a minute, touched his cheek lightly and winked, and then continued on her way. She decided it wasn’t too late to call Dan.

Dan was asleep, but the phone woke him.

Hi Baby, I hope calling now isn’t interrupting anything but sleep.

. . .

I love you too; I love you and miss you.

. . .

I just finished with the president and CFO or I would have called earlier.

. . .

Not that way, silly Baby, we talked business.

. . .

They want you to come next trip.

. . .

I’m flying the red eye Wednesday night. I will see you early Thursday; don’t schedule any early meetings

. . .

Yes, I’ll be hot and ready and I want you the same way Baby.

. . .

One last thing, can you set something up with Artsy for next weekend?

. . .

No I don’t want to spend it with Greg; I want to talk over some ideas with her, and with you.

Dan signed off with okay, goodnight Baby, I miss you, I love you.

> > > > - -

Laura was still drinking her morning coffee when Liaison called; they had a girl’s day out scheduled. “I’ll pick you up at ten, okay?”

“Come early and we can have a cup of coffee before we leave.”

Girl’s day meant shopping with a pause for a late lunch, and then later drinks before heading home. The sun had just set when two happy women carried bags of purchases to Laura’s apartment.

“You take first shower, Liaison; I’ll pour wine and then call my lover. I haven’t talked to him since Wednesday.”

The lover’s phone call extended; both needed the only closeness they could have. Laura called out, “Oh my, hot, hot, hot! That looks great on you.”

On the speaker phone, Greg piped in with, “What’s going on?”

Laura introduced Liaison, described her and the slinky jump suit purchase she was wearing, and then briefly talked about their shopping trip.

“Did you buy one too?”

“Yes, actually two, different colors. I am going to wear one of mine as soon as I shower.”

“Well, get in the shower. Call me back when you get out.”

“I have a better idea, here Liaison, have phone sex with my lover while I shower.”

“What, Laura, No!”

“Sit here and talk with Greg.”

“I can’t believe you did that Laura, he seems nice.”

“Greg is nice, and he is my lover, and we have great sex together, and we have something more than great sex.”

Liaison paused and thought about all Laura had said. “Your husband knows.”

“Yes, Dan knows. Let’s leave it that he knows and understands; he lives with the understanding that I have a lover.”

“What about Young Legal?”

“Young Legal is history; let me tell you about Tuesday night with my neighbor.”

Laura told Liaison all about Upper Floor. She talked about brandy and her pink nightgown here. With a second glass of wine, she told the story of her elevator ride barefoot in sheer pink, and of Upper Floor’s playpen. A third glass of wine smoothed her tell all about the balcony.

“Do you want to meet him? I can call and see if he is at home.”

“No!”

“Of course you do, you will never forgive yourself.”

Liaison sipped at her glass with a furrowed brow and no words until, “Call him.”

“How daring do you feel?”

“Probably not as daring as you.” Laura talked her friend into changing once more. Twenty-five minutes after the call, Laura knocked on Upper Floor’s door with Liaison standing beside her. Both were barefoot, carrying a bottle of chilled champagne, and wearing very thin black nightgowns.

Laura handled introductions, and how she first met Upper Floor, while he poured champagne. Liaison laughed about Young Legal’s part, “He is so full of himself he is probably still wondering why you called out your phone number.”

Upper Floor was properly complementary to Liaison and asked her to model her gown. Laura was eager to show her friend the playroom, and almost dragged her to the appropriate door before remembering her manners.

“Are we permitted to enter, Sir?”

Their tour of the playroom led naturally to the balcony. “Is this where . . . ?”

“Yes, and I was nude. I loved it.”

“He spanked you out here?”

“Oh yes, please let Sir Upper Floor spank your bottom at least once. Please know what it is like.”

Liaison looked first at Laura, and then turned and stared hard at Upper Floor.

“It would be best, easier I think, I you let me stimulate you first.”

“How?”

“Just light kisses and touches to relax you, nothing serious or compromising I assure you.”

Liaison looked at Laura; still she was unsure. She heard his words from behind, “Strip, Laura, and then undress your friend. I will get the lights and the necessary toys.”

Liaison stood nude in the spotlight and took three hard swats before calling STOP.

“You next Laura, give her twice as many for talking me into this.” Laura did take six swats with the paddle, and after each, she cried out YES. Upper Floor massaged his neighbor’s red bottom for a moment and then held his hand to Liaison, “Feel the heat.”

The three returned to the main part of the house for more champagne. “We need to dress and go home, good night Sir.”

The women slept, had brunch Sunday, and socialized well into Sunday afternoon. Both agreed it was a fun way to spend time together. Liaison admitted their visit to the playroom was worth doing once, but she was sure she wouldn’t tell Significant Other.

“You really like things like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I can’t describe how much it excites me. I drip.”

“How does Upper Floor fit in with your lover and your husband?”

“He doesn’t, he is a diversion.”