This is just a nice little fuck story with that happy ending that I just can't seem to do without.
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At his sat in the second floor Holiday Inn bar overlooking Clearwater Beach, Matt got his first glimpse of an honest to God thong bathing suit. He'd seen pictures but he'd never seen a real woman with her ass hanging out barely fifty feet in front of his eyes. It was a perfectly formed, extremely fine and quite obviously young pair of butt cheeks and he could not keep from looking. His companion, a product rep who was attempting to convince Matt to introduce him to the key players in his largest account commented.
"It doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it my young friend?"
They weren't really friends and the man with him was legitimately old enough to refer to him as young. He liked the guy; they'd traveled together to some accounts in which a bad performance by a product rep would do no harm. The detail man had handled himself well and Matt had been pleased. Matt changed the subject, turning back to his companion.
"It sort of stimulates the imagination, Anyway, hey! Things went well today. Let's plan to get together next Friday, early, around 5:00 AM and I'll take you in to meet the supervisor at the account you're so anxious to penetrate. You don't show any tendency to press or push which will be critical on this first call. Let her take the lead. Unless she asks, don't try to show her any product. She doesn't see sales people, other than me and one other rep. If she likes you and is comfortable, she'll pull out her date book and schedule a formal sales call with you for thirty minutes and then she expects to see what you have to offer, not make small talk. Are we in sync?"
His companion thanked him profusely, said his farewells and exited the well appointed bar. Matt remained for a few minutes then took his drink and descended the wooden stairs to beach level. The object of his interest was now leaning up against the Tiki bar and placing her drink order. Her position ensured that her young rump was projected to the rear at an alluring angle. He felt like a pervert but he could not pull his eyes away from that ass. She turned, saw him, smiled and walked toward where he was sitting. The front view was everything he could have hoped for.
"We're you checking out my ass?" She said in an almost challenging tone but still with a hint of a smile.
Matt extended his hand. "I'm Matt, pleased to meet you. And it's hard not to. Pretty much all of it is right out there and it is a truly perfect specimen."
"I'm Jenna, and thanks for the complement. It's a lot more enjoyable than teen aged titters or sloppy come ons, or was that a come on?" Jenna said, flashing her perfect teeth.
Matt chose to ignore the question for the moment. "Where are you from, Jenna, local or just on vacation?"
"Vacation and a little business, but the weather is so amazing here that I might just become a local. I'm from Chicago, well, I work for a company there but I'm originally from Indiana."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"Oh, I work for a company you've probably never heard of but I'd like to avoid work talk until Monday; right now I'm on vacation. You, I sense, from the Hugo Boss duds, work and live here, probably in some sort of high end sales and this is one of your favorite places to have a drink after a long day, meet others in your line of work to talk business and scope out the young pussy on the beach. How am I doing do far?"
Matt had been taken aback by her use of the word pussy, but even more so by her precise review of exactly what he was doing at this particular beach front venue.
"That pretty well sums it up, Jenna to include the fact that I too work for some company you've probably never heard of. It's Friday and I'm certainly off the clock; no work talk is just fine with me."
"Are you married, Matt?"
"I haven't had time for that adventure, Jenna, how about you?"
"Adventure? That's an interesting choice of words but probably appropriate. I suppose marriage would be an adventure, one that I've not yet chosen to embark on. How old are you Matt?"
"Jenna, let me save you some time. I'm thirty years old. I've lived and worked here for five years, before that the Army and before that college in Austin, Texas. I was born on the other coast of Florida, moved a lot growing up, spent a few years in high school in Virginia but don't really claim any place as home. I smoke a cigar now and again, enjoy Bourbon and red wine, like dogs and hate cats, live in a house rather than a condo on the intercoastal waterway, have no criminal record, am decidedly heterosexual and have no known diseases or physical infirmities. When I'm not working I like to take my dog to the beach and sail Catamarans. Did I miss anything?"
"Not much. It sounded as if you were interviewing for either a job or a fuck. You have a job so I'm assuming it was for a fuck. Am I on target there Matt? Are you interested in fucking me?"
"Well not until you complete you're part of the interview but assuming there are no mitigating factors, of course I'd like to fuck you Jenna." Matt replied.
"Very interesting! We just saved all that wasted time over small talk, drinks and dinner. You're cute, Matt; you've got pretty eyes and all of that lovely unsprayed blond hair. You've got nice shoulders, a killer smile and a flat little tummy. I'm twenty-eight. I grew up in Southern Indiana, undergrad at Notre Dame, graduate degree at Ohio State. I've lived and worked in Chicago, the Northside, for two years, three years in Portland, Oregon, before that. Dogs yes, cats no, but I live in a condo so I don't have any pets. I don't mind cigars, red or white if the white is a really solid Chardonnay and bourbon is okay but I prefer a dirty Martini. I'm also exclusively heterosexual with no known impediments or diseases and no criminal past. I like to sail but haven't in years, center board boats not Cats. When I'm not working, well, that's a tough one. I don't currently have a viable hobby."
"Okay."
"Okay? Is that it? No more questions?"
"Are you staying here and do you have a roommate?"
