Chapter 10: The Closing Part 4 - Under The Stars

Tuesday Night July 29, 2008

For the firm, David Barnes first thought was about partnership for Phil. Potential partners were preselected in June and couples were evaluated at the June social. Based on his record Phil had made the preselection in 2007, but he lost his wife-to-be before the June social. At the July meeting last year they agreed to give him two years, because of his loss. But the partners were deliberately vague about what the two years meant. Phil’s name came up this past June, but only to say “no change in status” so they moved on. The next evaluation was the upcoming November meeting, final votes were confirmed in late December and new partners entered the partnership January 1. These could all be changed, but the partners liked the pattern of things.

Even if things went smoothly for the couple, they had to be married before the end of the year, and engaged before the November meeting. The major hurdle was that the partners had not evaluated Red as a partner’s wife in a social setting, and that had to be fixed before November. As a work-around the two-day social at the start of September might give everybody a chance to meet Red as a potential wife, but he wondered if the couple would be far enough along in less than five weeks. David made an executive decision on the spot, normally a couple had to be formally engaged before potential wife could attend the overnight part of a social, but for Red he would make an exception. It helped that she met the medical protocols for the computer firm, so she could attend on her own standing. He was fortunate that Sam thought of that for her people.

That meant Phil’s partnership could come in January 2009. The thing was, because of the losses the firm needed partners soon, and they also needed to know how many new associates to hire to get the work done. Having a “senior” associate like Phil really had no place in the firms established structure. Also, if they did not make him a partner soon, they could lose his considerable value to another firm.

It did occur to David to wonder how his partners would feel about Red’s leg and her knowledge of the firm - both of which were unusual, with partners who did not like unusual. The computer system included, for instance, full information on the service girls. In fact, Red would come in the door knowing more about the firm’s business than any partner. To David’s mind the ideal ‘wife’ for the partner exchange was somebody like Amy, who was Joe Pope’s second wife. She was very attractive and social, a prestige item for the firm, but as a attractive bit actress in TV crime dramas she raised no strong opinions on anything.

On the other hand, David had some recent experiences with informed female points of view and he had to admit that helped him.

Well, he would talk to some other partners about the issues, the shortage of senior partners might move some of them to consider bending past conventions a bit.

At this point all the guys were in recovery, David was the only hard cock in the room. Wiretop was talking to Rose, exchanging jokes from the look of it, meanwhile Red rested alone on the bed where Phil had left her while he went to shower. David saw the opportunity to follow Sam’s suggestion and approached “everybody’s girlfriend.” She started to talk about how nice the party was, she was so glad for the chance because it was perfect for her, good sex for her without excess chit-chat, and then she thanked him especially for thinking of including Phil among the party guests. “It opened our eyes to ... maybe lifetime possibilities.”

He admitted to being a little concerned about how things might go, with all the guys enjoying her company, but she said she and Phil were never that way in their younger days. Now, on the other hand, it was a bonus because they could not “front” in a setting like this. Being naked with others meant they could cover three months worth of sincere communication content in one night, without the frustration of missed meetings that were inevitable. Communication was important, in terms of their work schedule, which really slowed them both down. Plus, the sex thing fit, they were not really “foreswear all others” type of people. Especially with their jobs.

“Phil likes the service girls, I can understand that. I like having Wiretop at my beck and call.”

As she talked she touched him in little ways, on his back, on his arm and such. She was plainly communicating interest.

She also made a point of noticing his erect cock.

“Is there anything I can help you with? Anything you would like?” David asked.

Looking at his cock, she stepped around the obvious. “Actually, a quick rinsing shower would be nice right about now. Not that the party is over, I’m sure all the guys want another shot, HELL, I want another shot at them. I need a workout like this to make memories and nice sweaty dreams. But a girl likes to be fresh for her fans. Plus I am looking forward to something at a slower pace, you have some very nice employees. But it would be nice after ... well, what I did before.”

He handed her the walker she used and led her toward the changing/shower room. But he stopped at the doorway like he had an idea. “Would you like an indoor or an outdoor shower?” he asked.

“Are you serious? I mean, this is your house ... do you have an outdoor shower head by the pool that is private?”

“Yes, something like that ... a little more than just a shower head, and completely private.”

“Besides us lawyers and geeks, there is nobody else around? Nobody in the house?”

“Not tonight ... my wife is is the midwest on business and we have no live-ins. The community is pretty secure, we have a service. The people who helped earlier have left.”

“I would love to shower under the stars, it is a fantasy of mine - something I did in childhood - but is kind of hard to arrange in the city of condos. Could we?”

“Certainly ... this way.” He led her outside, by the pool. This was not just a bare shower-head over a drain. There was a circular framework of tubing with a number of shower-heads, including a hand unit, and full controls. It was three-quarters surrounded by a circular guardrail structure, so she could stand on one leg easier. The ground was lit with soft indirect lighting, but there was no light above waist level, so the stars were visible, city lights were not visible and the sky seemed to go on forever. The house and grounds were in a shallow bowl-like depression with a privacy fence just below the ridge line.

She took one look and turned back to him with a question and a wish in her voice. “Look, Mr. Barnes...”

“Call me ‘David’, please, we have both watched the other naked tonight, aroused and doing private acts, so suits and formal names really don’t really fit.”

“Okay, David, that was very well said ... I have a fantasy, actually a combination of fantasies, that date from when I was much younger. But the thing is, I really can’t share it with the guys, not the young guys or Phil ... I just can’t. But something tells me I can trust you in a special way, and this setting ... well it is just to perfect to pass up. It might take some time...”

“I like to make things work for people, especially my guests. What, exactly, do you want?”

“Well, the first part requires a private shower outside under the stars. This is ideal. The next part is anal, and that is the hiccup. I have not prepped for anal, which is bad of me, but there it is. Now the thing is, I don’t want anal fucking, which is where I lose the young guys, they can’t give that promise. What I want is for a nice man of patience to just put it in back, maybe move a bit, but basically just be still so I am aware of the it ... the taboo penetration, the tightness, the connection, while I do things ... my hands by myself. The trouble with young guys is that they want to move so they can cum back there, but that is a problem for me. Most young guys think anal is an anytime thing, no big deal, but I expect you know better. Like I said, I am not ready, and draining takes the next day ... well, you must know ... it is messy. Even worse for most guys is that I want to play with myself to get off my own way, my own speed. Penetrated, held, under the water and the stars, getting off my own way, that works well for me. It does not work for most guys, some have said “an affront to their manhood” and such garbage. I clearly like the other too, so after I will wash my ... dirty nasty ... self off your cock ... that is where the shower comes in again ... then you can have my pussy or my mouth as a ‘thank you’ for the good time.”

“You don’t have too...”

“Look, I assure you, I will want to. I LIKE sex either way. Stamina and self-control is part of why I want an older guy. You are the only guy at the party who hasn’t had me yet, I want to be every guy’s special girlfriend, I am keeping a list! Plus, with these railings ... putting all kinds of thoughts in my head ... I’m thinking handcuffs ... I have not enjoyed a standing fuck from behind in ages but here I can see doing it. So can we do it?”

“Certainly ... no handcuffs I’m afraid. Do you want a shower cap?”

“No. All nature girl here, we don’t wear shower caps when we surf, and under the stars ... I want to start a shower with you where we each wash the other’s back...” she held up a breast, “and fronts. With hands not washcloths. Primitive with desire. Can you do that?”

“Yes ... but would you rather have Phil?”

“Yeah ... no, not today, not for this. Phil is nice, in a couple of months the answer might be different ... it might be yes to both. Think about it. Or maybe not ... have you ever wanted something that was secret from your lover? A part of yourself that you could not bear for your spouse to see? I really appreciate the re-introduction, I really do. It will accelerate the process one way or another. But for tonight, I am everybody’s girlfriend, I take that seriously so I intend to act like it, and there is one guy who I have not been a friendly girlfriend to yet. A special guy I can share secrets with. I can see that you feel the same. Plus I want you like this, alone. Also, I can trust you for the other ... the mature ... stuff.” She was looking at his erection, which was very prominent.

David nodded his understanding. In fact he understood all she said, they shared something. The home was not built with this shower under the stars. He likely would see her again naked and sweating and delirious and sexy under the stars, he was sure of it.

He wanted it so he said yes. She started the water and adjusted the temperature.

Red was attractive, with the curves of a full figured girl but without the weight. Around 5 feet 8 with a middleweight but underfed frame. Muscular body with broad shoulders, C-cup breasts and a face that was more than cute, if not up to the level of, say, Amy or Abril. David Barnes was sure that he would enjoy the next half hour or whatever it took.

Red was serious about the whole show she outlined, starting with the full lovers shower. After she rinsed off she soaped up her body (actually it was quality body wash) and stood behind him, pressing herself tight against his back with some movement, while her soapy hands moved around the front of his body, like a lover, admiring his pecs and shoulders, moving down the side of his body and then carefully soaping his erect cock and balls. She worked her hand farther back, waiting for the slightest objection which did not come, even when lightly running her finger around the rim - giving them both a thrill - before she moved to his thighs. “Are you into a little friendly ... penetration,” she whispered as she circled. “I won’t tell.”

“No, I have never been,” he replied. “Contact is nice, but that’s my limit.”

“Okay, I just thought I might offer.”

They were friendly, plus now they knew where the limits were.

When they switched, so he was behind her, her breasts were such delicious handfuls he hated to give them up even to rub more of her wonderful woman’s body. He wrapped his hands all around each one, with his thumb and forefinger twisting her nipples. They fit so good. She showed she liked it, both the soft and the hard, with darling wiggles of her body and her butt.

After rinsing off the soap she turned off the water and let him play with her body in near silence under the stars, he supported her enough so she could spread both arms over her head, grabbing the bars and tensing to enjoy the moment, just the two of them, naked under the stars as his hands and lips worshipped her and she reveled in it. She was thinking that, eventually she would be bent over as he imposed his cock into her body from behind, like 100,000 years ago, before lawyers roamed the earth there were saber-tooth tigers who took people you loved seemingly at random. In those days of the past, the days of simple pleasures and much pain, she could feel so good in his arms or on his cock. This was nice too, it was a rare man who was not in a hurry, but David was rare and special in how he handled her, appreciated her body.

Red liked guys, lots of guys, in lots of ways when she had the time and opportunity. So far she had guys any night in the geek bedroom, and would have it again tonight as all the guys would take their time sperming in her body for the next round. But those men, even Keith, lacked the maturity and grounding David had as a leader of giant egos. Now, as his hands pleasured her, entered her, she was looking forward to something that helped her touch the basic primitive part of herself, like the sea and the sky. She missed surfing and a life more basic. But in LA, a guy was very useful for the parts she did like. She was not sure if she could ever be connected to just one guy, not even Phil. Young or old, rich or poor, under the stars on this wonderful estate, or under the bridge in a cardboard box trying to escape the sun in 110 degree heat with some guy she didn’t know, parts of the feelings were all the same to her. She liked life touching on the primitive, and where Mr. Barnes was going to stick his cock into her while she played with her body was as primitive as it got.

She just could not see her future with just one cock. From their talks so far, Phil seemed like he could live with some flexibility for both of them.

Well, maybe she could be satisfied with Qwit, Sam’s perfect “Lord Greystoke” guy, primitive to almost an animal, and civilized as an English Lord. Talk about primitive, Qwit was practically a Neanderthal, at least in appearance and muscles. Except, once she saw him in a suit and he wore it perfectly as he wore his bare skin. He did not talk much, and there was an accent. But Red shivered at the thought of the man the first time when she saw him in Sam’s shower. He was a mass of muscle on a very heavy-duty frame of big bones, and the lizard brain in her body yelled “give me please ... make real strong babies.” Sam shared, but Red just could not do that with her boss and the future husband, Red was too greedy and would cross the line. Still she had heard talk, there might be more like Qwit coming, and she would angle for first pick of those Lord Greystoke-clones.

David held a hand on Red’s breast and another in her crotch, cupping her, being both sexual and so respectful. He carefully moved a fingertip along her slit, drawing her natural moisture from inside. It was very hot, a mature, comforting way of feeling her up. Appreciation with restrained lust, fanning her lust. She realized they had not spoken a word for at least five minutes. The silence was more appreciated. She could like this guy, except he had a wife and fucked his daughter ... Wow! How he fucked his daughter. Plus there was Jenni and other service girls. She knew there were exceptions to the “just oral sex” thing for those above the rules. Lawyers and their rules.

He also had the prefect touch for her nipples, hard enough to feel, to stimulate, but not too hard ... that would come later.

“I can tell, you like my breasts,” she whispered.

Most guys would freeze or let go, but David kept it right up, an appreciative weighing and fingering her soft flesh, like a man of taste savoring what he liked. “They really are wonderful, full and standing up, but also so soft. They feel somehow older - I will not ask your age - but also younger. The best of both worlds. Maybe it is the darkness under the stars.”

“Well, that is not all me and Mother Nature. When I lost the leg my folks wanted me to feel good, and to attract boys, so they got me some help, a compensation. They left the size alone - I was really too young for that - but added an internal support. Pertness support. You can’t feel it, but there is a small shaped implant, call it an internal shelf, deep inside. It supports them well. I have never told that to anybody, not even Sam or Phil, but I feel I can trust you with it.”

“I shall consider this a privileged conversation.”

“Thank you ... this has been so nice ... but how about we move on to the naughty butt-sticking-in part.”

He reached for a medical kit hung nearby and unexpectedly brought out a tube of medical lube. “Water soluble but I bet it will help.

“I did not expect ... usually I get by on soap and water ... you sir, are a gentleman and a scholar.” They made the arrangements, lubing what they had with eager fingers. It was clear she wanted this, she was very relaxed in back and her lubed fingers were eager to prepare him. When both were ready she bent forward, across the bars, presented her bottom to his cock and pushed out easily, inviting an easy entrance. He was bigger than average, but patient as he carefully slid his cock inside, very much “in control.” He gave he fair warning as he got close to pushing his ridge inside her, but she said, “Lay it on, MacDuff, do your thing.” It was remarkable, he pushed a little, but it did not take much and he slipping right past her gatekeeper muscle. She sighed as he filled her body. He stopped perfectly. He found her very easy to get into, but when he commented she didn’t want to talk about it. “It is too beautiful a night to open that dark closet,” she said.

Once he was in she got to her own pleasure. For her it was fantastic to lean forward against the tubing so both hands were free to play with herself. David felt big inside her ass, penetrating her with a fairly substantial piece of male equipment. He could feel her fingers on the other side of the membrane of flesh as she entered her pussy.

After a bit she urged him to move just a little of his shaft into her body, back and forth less than an inch, then pull back so just the ridge was inside. He kept things under control and repeated the stroke. It was just the ticket, the penetration she needed to connect to a man and her own humanity under the stars. She complimented him on his exquisite control, her best ever, but otherwise she stayed inside her own head. Most of the time he held her hips like possessions, keeping things steady, but sometimes his hands were drawn to her breasts where he even twisting her nipples the way she liked. He did not talk, it was nice being with a woman who was so content to be with herself.

She could put fingers into her pussy and strum her clit just perfectly as he moved, she had to admit to herself that she never had it so fucking good. Red’s pussy was happy with the guys, but now she was beyond happy as her hands did just the right things, and David was just there, the presence she needed without judgement or initiative. She wondered, would Phil measure up to his boss? Or maybe David could be tempted to take a one-legged lover? Or trade her for Rose with Phil some nights? A private wife exchange ... dare she hope? Maybe a private, one-night-a-month exchange? This was such a perfect man in a perfect location. She did not need it every week, but sometimes...