I have come to enjoy Corona, my favorite beer, with a peach rather than the traditional lime, thanks to a dear friend.
I had to travel to Las Vegas on business recently: another conference to attend with long days and often boring company. The first day, I attended meetings all morning. During one of the breaks, I noticed an old friend was attending. Jack and I met at a Regional User's Group years ago. For a few years, we saw each other often, strictly business of course. I had not seen him or heard from him in a while. Jack is a handsome man in his mid 40s, a tall man with a trim but solid built.
"Hey, Jack! Long time no see! How have things been?"
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite Computer Programmer! How are you, Mindy?" he asked, pulling me into a warm, tight hug. "Are you alone this trip?"
"Yup! You?"
"I am. Wanna team-up for dinner tonight?"
"I would love it! How about that Steak House here in the hotel? I hear the food is excellent. See you at seven?"
"Seven at the Steak House!"
We exchanged a quick hug and hurried off to separate seminars for the afternoon. It was great to run into a good friend; especially one I was comfortable being my direct easygoing self with. I could easily recall the close friendship we shared in the past and I was happy to have someone I cared about to spend time with.
My last session was over at five. By the time I made it back to my room, it was almost six. Since we were meeting right in the hotel, I had plenty of time to freshen up before our dinner meeting. When I got to my room, I threw books and papers on the bed and sank into the overstuffed chair with a sigh.
"Man, am I glad that long day is over! A nice shower would do me good." With that, I tossed my blouse and dress pants on the bed and stripped off my bra and panties as I walked to the shower. The hot water pounding on my body was relaxing. As I washed, I thought about Jack. From the first time we met, we were instant friends. There was something about him that made talking easy. And he evidently felt the same about me. We never really spoke about intimate topics, but I have to confess I did wonder that he looked like naked. On more than one occasion, I wished for the proper opening to get personal. There were times he could have made a pass at me and I would have obliged. I had to chuckle to myself; if he only knew.
After the shower, I dried myself and considered what to wear. Since the restaurant was fairly formal, I chose a black dress with a silk jacket. I was feeling very playful and a little naughty. Crotchless, black pantyhose would make me feel sexy and no one would be the wiser. Thanks to the jacket and my trim build, I was able to get away with wearing no bra. Black high-heeled shoes completed the outfit.
I checked my appearance in the mirror. The dress fit me perfectly. It hugged by waist and my firm, round ass. The skirt was short and my shapely legs were well displayed. With a quick toss of my long, curly hair, I declared myself presentable.
Jack was as prompt as I was.
"Mindy, you look great! I am so glad we ran into each other."
"Thanks, Jack," I said as I looked him up and down. "You look pretty good yourself." And he did look good in a dress shirt and black Dockers.
He took me by the arm and guided me to the hostess podium.
"Table for two, nonsmoking?" he queried the hostess.
"Right this way."
We were seated in a booth in the corner of the restaurant. The waiter took our drink order and disappeared. We caught up on the latest news in each other's lives, which did not take long, as we waited for our drinks to be delivered.
"Jack, how did that promotion work out for you?"
"Good and bad. Good in that they did make me an Officer. Bad in that they stole my life. I work so hard, such long hours, I never see my family and I have no energy for sex."
"Oh, I understand, only too well. It's been so long since I've been held. I can't remember the last time…" I realized at that moment I was treading into territory unfamiliar to us. While Jack was a good friend and easy to talk to, we never really broached the sex topic so openly before. Certainly, there was a level of sensuality between us, but before now, it was always unspoken.
"Mindy, don't worry. You don't have to say any more."
Jack must have sensed my discomfort because the conversation turned to talk of work and he began to rattle on about operating systems, infrastructure and the future of programming languages.
By the time our dinners were served, our conversation was in safe territory. Safe on the surface, but the sexual energy was there, obvious to both of us. Occasionally, my knee would touch his and when it did, it seemed as if a shock of electricity passed between us. We are expressive people and when I touched him as I talked, he seemed to melt into me. He touched my shoulder, then rested his hand on my thigh. It was all so natural, so easy. We were both unaware and aware. The touches were not conscious acts, but the effects of the touches were very real.
As I finished a most excellent prime rib dinner, I was relaxed enough to ask him, "Have you ever had a 'Passionate Peach' blowjob?"
Jack chuckled and confessed ignorance to this technique. "Have you ever been fucked by a cold Corona bottle?" he asked back.
I laughed and said, "You've got me there!"
Well, the mood, the company, the lead up, and now the intrigue had us dead to nuts! When the waiter asked us if we wanted dessert or after-dinner drinks, I took the lead.
"Do you have fresh, whole peaches?" I queried the waiter.
"Yes, Ma'am, we do. May I slice them for you? We usually serve them with whipped cream."
I chuckled and asked, "Can I get one whole and uncut?"
He confirmed the order by asking, "You want one peach, whole and uncut?"
"Yes, Sir, and a Corona for my date. And the check."
With an odd smile, the waiter nodded and walked off to accomplish his tasks.
"Jack, here's the deal. When the waiter returns, we'll pay the check, palm the peach and you can sneak the Corona out in your jacket."
