Chapter 4: The Diplomat

The next day at the office, a Tuesday, I found Renée as soon as I could. As we had done the day before, we went into the conference room.

I asked her, “First of all, just to keep this straight, Katherine went to your place on Friday, correct?”

“Yes, that’s right, I’ve already said that. She left on Saturday; I drove her across the bridge.”

“And may I ask, what did you two do at your place?”

She laughed, “Whatever it is that two women do with each other. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. I admit, we both came – twice!”

I tried to picture the two of them together, both of them with their pussies bare, their hands and mouths pleasuring each other. She went on, “So, how did it go yesterday? She made a pass at you, you told me.”

“Man, she did ever, even more than I told you because it happened later. I mean, she invited herself to my house.”

“And you accepted it, right?”

“I’m really sorry, I felt I had to. She came up to me at my desk and invited me to Kinchley’s. Then she told me what she wanted from me and I said yes.”

“Good old Kinchley’s. Anyway, it’s not like you have to put a paper bag over her head. You’ll do fine.”

“But I was hoping to see you next weekend, not her.”

Renée said, “So she’ll probably leave by Saturday, I guess. Then I could come over that evening, or maybe on Sunday.”

“She knows about us, you told her.”

“Yes, I did tell her. The day after your spanking, remember?”

“But she doesn’t know yet that you know about me and her, or what’s about to happen, because I just told you.”

“It gets a bit complicated, right? Besides, I think you like all these shenanigans more than you’ll admit.”

Renée was pretty perceptive, I had to grant her that. “Maybe the three of us should sit down together, clear the air.”

Renée smirked, “Hey, maybe we could have a threesome with each other.” She saw the look on my face. “I was kidding! By the way, did you ever have a threesome?”

I admitted the truth, “Yes, in college.”

“Really, that’s awesome! Tell me about it.”

I wasn’t that eager to talk about it. “All right, I had a girlfriend, and then her best friend jumped into the mix.”

“I know, once a guy has a girl, then all of her friends want a piece of the action too. If he was unattached, they’d barely notice him. So how long did this go on?”

“A few months. Then they both got lined up with older dudes who worked on Wall Street, and that was it.”

“That’s another thing girls will do. Anyway, now you have access to enough poontang to make most other guys envious, so don’t complain.”

“But I’m not nineteen anymore.”

“People don’t change that much. So good luck; you may need it.”

“Renée, you are a very bad lady, you know that?”

“As I said, you wouldn’t know from looking at me, but yeah, I’m going to do whatever I want.”

“So you’re not mad at me?

“I accept it, I forgive you. The world is a very messy place. I sort of predicted that his might happen, didn’t I?”

Katherine was pretty restrained that week. I went to lunch with her on that Tuesday and again on Thursday. I took Renée to dinner a couple of times.

My latest catch, my own boss, was quite personable. I admit, I found her easy to talk to. At the first lunch, she said, “I think I should talk to Joanne about getting you some training on the software, especially QuarkXPress.”

That was a page layout program that has since been replaced by an Adobe product, InDesign. I was still used to the old but dying photo-offset process, which required pieces of cardboard with the text portions held on by melted wax. It had been fairly new when I was in college twenty years earlier. The previous generation, like Linotype machines that used molten lead (“hot type”), was then the old-fashioned method being phased out.

Anyway, I thought, better late than never, but she should have arranged this several months ago.

Then I thought about our manager, Joanne, a tall thirty-something woman with dark hair. She had no idea about the dramas – or were they comedies? – emerging in her department. She seemed good-natured, but she had done nothing to help me in the previous months when I was foundering.

On Thursday evening Katherine made her move on me. She claimed that she had missed her bus and she wanted me to drive her to the railroad station in Ramsey. Once we were in my car, she said, “First, drive over the back of the lot, to that corner over there.” It was fully night at that point, and quite dark in the area we were going to.

Once there, she said, “Turn off the engine and lights and get in the back with me.”

I almost asked, why? But I would find out soon enough. Once back there, she took her coat off, and then she put her arms around me and starting kissing me.

After a bit of this, she pulled back and said, “Paul, I want something, I need something from you. I’ll tell you exactly how it is going to go.”

Still being the boss, I noticed. “Okay, what are you thinking?”

She seemed quite serious, “The first thing I’m going to do is get you off. I’ll use my hands. I’d blow you, but I’ve never done that and maybe that should be for another time.”

I said, “The first thing?”

“Yes, you should come first so that you’ll then have plenty of stamina for me.”

I knew what she meant, but I still said, “Stamina for what?”

“Why, to deflower me, of course.” She wiggled her fingers in the air. “All the little pedals will come floating down.” She giggled, “If we are talking about busting my hymen – well, I’ve whacked off so much that there is probably nothing left of it.”

Wow, she’s being very blunt this evening. She had more explaining to do. “I decided to do it here, right now, rather than wait until tomorrow evening. I wanted to catch you by surprise; maybe it will be more spontaneous that way.”

I had met other women who used the same technique of getting the guy off first. I asked her, “Where did you hear about – you know, the stamina thing?”

“From my older sister. She’s married now, but she’s always had more sexual experience than I’ve had.”

For some reason, I accepted all of this. I guess most guys, when offered some poontang, even from their boss, will take it.

As we kissed, her hands dropped to my lap and she started to undo my pants. Then she stopped and said, “First, I’m going to undo my blouse and bra. I want you to work on my tits. Use your mouth or hands, whatever you can manage.”

When she had undone her clothes, she thrust her bared breasts forward. They were pale and pointy. The red nipples were already stiffening.

“Do you like them?”

I wasn’t in any state to get clever. “Yes, Katherine they are beautiful.” I thought of this being mentioned in my next evaluation report. Appreciates and praises the appearance of his supervisor’s mammaries.

Then she went back to my pants. “Slide them down all the way.” She grasped my cock, which was already getting erect. “It’s such a nice cock.”

“You saw it when we were down in the basement.”

“I know, I wanted it then too, but I couldn’t admit it. Instead, I beat you harder. I should be ashamed of myself.”

I tried joshing with her, “Well, honey, you can make up for it now.”

She brightened, “I have some hand lotion here in my purse. I have done this before, but not for a very long time.”

Soon she was holding down my cock at the base as she stroked the shaft with her other hand. I couldn’t get my mouth to her breasts, but my hands tweaked her nipples. It wasn’t long before we were both moaning with pleasure.

She said, “That feels so nice what you’re doing.”

“Hey, you’re doing pretty well yourself.”

It didn’t long for me to reach a climax. “Oh, God, I’m going to come in a moment.”

“I know, I can feel it building up in you.”

At the last second, I nudged her hands and my dick a little to the left so that I wouldn’t ejaculate onto myself. It mostly worked. I spurted several times, and most of it went onto the seat next to me.

“That is really impressive. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a man come.” I was too busy pushing up against her hands and groaning to answer. She kept stroking me until the last drops were finished.

She laughed, “I’ve got quite a mess of lotion and semen on my hands.” Then she pulled a handkerchief out of her purse and began to clean up. This lady is prepared for any contingency. Then, as she handed the cloth to me, she looked over at the seat on the far side.

“I’m sorry, it got all over your seat cushion.”

I managed to say, “Don’t worry, it’s vinyl and easy to clean. I mean, it had to go somewhere.”

“Yes, and I definitely know where the next one is going.”

I looked over at her. She grinned, and then she put her arms around me and kissed me. “Katherine, you are so naughty.”

She did appreciate that, “Of course I am! Now just relax and take it easy for a while.”

I was a bit anxious about how to handle the next step. The last lady I had banged was my ex-wife, two years earlier. It had been a few weeks after our separation and, a bit drunk during one of my visits to my kids, we had a farewell screw in our old bedroom after they had gone to bed. I didn’t like how the next morning she seemed very uncomfortable with me and she had hustled me out of the house.