It is late Saturday night. Hank has spent a good part of Friday evening and many hours of Saturday sitting at a computer in his third floor apartment. More time was used earlier in the week -- at work and evenings at home -- writing the report.
He is working on an important report that his boss wants on Monday afternoon at 4:00 pm -- or sent to him by email during the weekend. Hank needs to go over the report, in detail, with his supervisor on Monday afternoon. This report will be part of a package that his supervisor will use in a major status report to the Company executives.
Early Saturday morning, Hank got several ideas that would enhance the report. If accepted by the Company executives, Hank honestly believed these ideas would made a nice profit for the company -- -- and greatly improve his chances of a promotion or at least a nice increase in his salary. He got out of bed and started working before sunrise. Even now -- late Saturday evening -- he is dressed only is his underpants and T-shirt.
To be safe, Hank prints on paper a copy of his draft report every hour or so. He has read too many articles about computer failure, computer crashes, and other problems that computers and software may create. And problems caused by computer bugs and virus. His pile of draft reports -- just over one inch high -- is on the corner of his desk.
His usually neat desk is cluttered with several books, open copies of earlier reports, and some scrape paper. His small wastepaper can is almost filled -- with waste paper, several empty beer bottles, and some empty plastic trays that had contained frozen food. His meals this weekend were simple -- frozen food warmed in the microwave. There is a partially empty bag of chips on his desk. An open bottle of beer is almost drained -- -- the beer is now at room temperature.
The report is essentially completed. All that remains to be done is for Hank to review the report on Sunday. Hank turns on the printer and pushes some buttons on his keyboard. Soon the printer starts printing the first of many report pages.
Usually on Saturday afternoon and evening, his serious girl friend, Lillian, goes with Hank on a date -- shopping, movie, cultural or sports event, restaurant meal. Almost always, the date finishes up either at Lillian's apartment or Hank's apartment. Television or a rented movie may be watched -- briefly. But soon the couple often finds their way to bed for some sexy fun and pleasure. Sunday morning and afternoon finds the couple again becoming as one -- when a bare male cock plunges into a moist female cylinder. Or a bare cock is in a moist mouth -- or in a 'back door'.
But this weekend, Hank had to work on this report. Lillian is visiting several of her college friends in another city -- about 45 minutes away, by airplane. There will be no coupling this weekend. Lillian and Hank will not be together, sexually.
Hank is tired. But before turning the computer off, he checks his email. He reads an email that Lillian sent him on Saturday afternoon. It ends with the following sexy paragraphs:
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"___ ___ ___ ___ I can not wait until we are together again. You have already satisfied my lips, breasts, nipples, pussy lips, and vagina with your fingers and mouth. Plus an adult toy that you used inside my body. I have had an orgasm.
"I am wet, very wet -- -- with my natural moisture -- -- I can feel it oozing slowly out of my body. Now it is your turn to be satisfied -- -- as you have me. As you possess me. As you possess me completely!
"I am on my back, my legs are spread wide -- -- your cock lightly touches my pussy lips. You move forward slightly -- -- my pussy lips part; and you enter my cunt with your beautiful hard erection. We come together, the two of us become as one -- -- cock with cunt.
"Initially your deep penetration is slow -- gradually you speed up. Then every thrust is deep -- very deep. Very fast. Many minutes pass -- as your manhood explores my moist pink love tunnel.
"Then your cock explodes -- and shots a load of 'male cream' into me. Slowly, we both relax. And fall asleep -- our arms and legs inter-twined. Your flaccid penis is touching me just above my slit -- resting for its next penetrating mission. As the morning sun rises -- your cock will also rise up and again explore my mouth, my ass, and my love tunnel."
"WITH ALL MY LOVE -- FOREVER YOURS Lillian
"PS -- -- See you on Tuesday afternoon, at the Airport baggage area."
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Hank reads her email several times -- -- he closes his eyes, briefly. And thinks about the closing paragraphs. He starts getting an erection; he feels his penis pushing against his white shorts.
Hank replies to her email with some general comments -- then closes his email to Lillian with these sentences:
" ___ ___ ___ ___ YES!! I am very anxious for us to be together, again. MANY TIMES!! My constant companions are also anxious to be near you -- rod wants to get warm in your moist pink tunnel. My balls want to bounce against your beautiful ass, repeatedly.
"I want you -- -- I need you; Lillian. And I do think about the many wonderful and pleasing times we have had together -- both in private and in public.
"You are in my thoughts often -- especially in the early morning, as I slowly wake up. And at night, before I fall asleep.
"Will see you soon on Tuesday afternoon -- at the airport. Baggage area.
"WITH ALL MY LOVE, LILLIAN - - - MY VERY SEXY SWEETHEART
Hank"
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Hank glances at the completely printed paper copy of his report -- now in its final draft version. On Sunday he will reread the entire report and do some final polishing. He has spent many hours working on this required report. His supervisor wants the final version on Monday afternoon. He does not want to lose the report due to any action of computer -- software -- virus - bugs. Hank prints a second copy of the report.
Hank thinks about his girl friend, and looks at some pictures he has on his computer:
<> Vacation pictures showing Lillian or both of them at some State and National Parks. <> Indoor pictures showing Lillian or both of them dressed, partially dressed, stark naked, and having sexual fun. <> Indoor pictures showing Lillian wearing revealing lingerie, taking a shower, taking a bath, shaving her pubic hair. <> Outside nude pictures of Lillian -- taken at several isolated areas as she posed by rocks, water, a small waterfall, and trees.
Hank is by himself in his apartment. But he still says, out loud: "She really has a beautiful body. All the right curves and in all the right places. I even like her two moles -- one by her ear, the other on the underside of her breast."
Hank knows that Lillian does not like to have her two moles show in her pictures. She usually turns her head or uses her fingers to hide the moles.
He looks are some more pictures of Lillian. Then says: "Sometime, I have to get some more nude pictures of her outside."
Hank removes his underpants, then puts some lubrication on his flaccid penis. He plays with himself slowly -- he does not want an ejaculation as he is saving himself for Lillian when she returns on Tuesday afternoon. He wants to dump a full load of cum into her body.
As he massages his rod, Hanks thinks about the fun his constant companion has had inside Lillian's body openings He looks at some more pictures:
<> Lillian's pictures wearing extremely revealing lingerie and completely nude as she poses in various erotic positions <> Close-up pictures of her breasts and genitals <> Close up pictures as she fondles her breasts and finger fucks herself <> Pictures as she uses a dildo in her body <> And some pictures of the two of them -- as they had sex
It is late. But again he looks at his extra special favorite nude and sexy pictures of Lillian -- -- dressed, partially dressed, and naked. He relaxes in his comfortable chair. His eyes close, he thinks about Lillian. The computer continues to show another picture of Lillian every thirty seconds. His eyes stay closed -- he is very relaxed. Possibly, Hank is starting to go to sleep.
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Hank hears something -- like a door being opened, then closed. In a minute or so, he either senses something or feels something -- -- like he is being touched on his shoulder. He relaxes even some more.