What if? What if sex was normal? Not normal like it really is. I mean normal as in accepted as something we all enjoy?
What if people used sex as a way to show appreciation, given as simple favor? What if after the neighbor mowed my grass, I gave him a bath, then fucked on the living room couch? When my husband came home, his only response was, "thanks Bob." And then he grabs two beers from the fridge for himself and Bob.
What if we as a society decided that shaking hands was so Neanderthal? It's not like we go around carrying clubs. What if we just gently placed our hands on the other's genitals instead? Regardless of gender, we simple gave each other pleasure.
Sex is just another way to please other people.
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RING
I quickly finished entering the number in the spreadsheet I was working on.
RING
"Hello, this is Jenny," I said after picking it up.
"Hi, Jenny. Yolanda. Dan Williams is here to see you." Yolanda was the receptionist here at Farnsworth Medical Supply. Dan would be the guy that I was to interview at 9:00.
"Okay, Yolanda. I'll be there in a minute."
"I'll let him know. Bye."
"Thanks. Bye, bye." I hung up the receiver and looked back at the spreadsheet. I was in the middle of documenting the IP addresses I would assign to the devices at a new sales office. I quickly added one more address and saved the file. That done, I stood up to leave.
"Hey, Jenny!" Matt shouted from his cubicle as I left my office. "Can I do you for lunch today?"
"Not today," I replied. "I'll be doing Jack at lunch today. But if you and Wendy want to sit with us, that's fine."
"Okay, we will. Doing anything special right now?" Matt asked.
"Going to get Dan Williams. I'm interviewing him for the new opening."
Matt let out a soft sigh. "See you at lunch."
I walked down the hallway formed by more cubicles and down an actual hallway to the lobby. Other than Yolanda, there was only one other person in the lobby. Dan was about 5'6", dark brown hair, looked to be about 23. There was nothing really remarkable about his appearance. He nervously held a small portfolio in his left hand.
"Hi, I'm Jenny Raven. You must be Dan Williams."
"Yes, I am. Thank you for meeting with me."
Dan and I extended our hands. Just as my right hand cupped his balls, his right cupped my left boob. He gently hefted it as if gauging its weight as I ran my hand up the length of his cock. I gently squeezed and rubbed his cock as Dan did likewise to my tits. He kept his fingers spread a little to increase the sensations my nipple felt.
It was a warm, late spring day, the first day since last fall that the temperature was above 80. I wore a sheer, tan colored bra under a blue lace blouse. My nipple could easily feel Dan's attentions. Dan's cock started to stiffen and so did my nipple. I let go of Dan's cock. We didn't kiss. This was a formal meeting and so we weren't so forward.
"My office is this way," I stated. I took a quick glance at Dan's crotch just before I turned away. His pants tented quite obviously.
Walking down the hall, Dan was on my right. So he switch his portfolio to his right hand, then placed his left hand on the small of my back. He slid it down to my ass as we walked and played with the zipper. He didn't unzip my skirt. He just ran his fingernail over it to let me know that if I wanted him to, he was willing to unzip me and let my skirt fall to the floor. It was a subtle way for an interviewee to suck up to the interviewer.
Two of the younger accounting clerks walked by and both said "hi" to the tent in Dan's pants. Jack stopped us.