Chapter 6 Leisurely Lunch
After a relatively pleasant weekend where erotic dreams and memories of Friday afternoon often invaded my mind, the alarm sounding off on Monday morning was not a pleasant experience. I was never a fan of alarm clocks that roused me out of bed before my body was ready. However, I needed an early start because today was going to hectic for many reasons. At nine in the morning, I would host the kick-off meeting for the new contract that had been negotiated a couple of weeks ago. There would be at least 20 people representing essentially every aspect of the company from engineering, manufacturing, test, procurement, accounting, contracts, and legal. That meant that as my chief test engineer, Phil would be present. It also meant that since the contract included a considerable amount of government furnished material and equipment, Tonya would also be present. I wasn't quite sure how I would feel standing in front of a large conference room giving a presentation to an audience that included a woman with whom I had spent Friday afternoon fucking in the presence of her husband who eagerly participated in the three way bacchanal. With all the years of presenting to company personnel, customer personnel, and even members of Congress and military leaders in the Pentagon, I had never been looking eyeball to eyeball with people that I had rolled around with naked covered with sweat, cunt nectar and cum. It would be an interesting experience to say the least, and it gave me some stomach butterflies that I would never normally have. I had to tell myself that other than the three of us that were directly and intimately involved in Tonya and Phil's bedroom, there was no way anybody else could have a clue. I was also fully expecting a pre-conference meeting with either Phil or Tonya or both. I was correct.
I purposely arrived early to sit at my computer and run through the Power Point slides one more time. I was nearly finished when I heard the increasingly more familiar Monday morning knock on my door frame. I looked up. It was Phil. Who else would it be?
"I know you're busy and have a lot going on before the meeting in a couple of hours," Phil said, "but do you have just two minutes to talk?"
"Sure," I smiled. "How could I turn down a tag team fuck buddy?" I said it trying to make sure it came off as more of a joke than a sarcastic comment.
Phil slipped into one of the conference chairs across from my desk. "I just wanted to thank you for Friday. That's from both myself and Tonya," he said. "I hope you had a good weekend afterward. You can bet we sure as hell did. Tonya may stop and talk with you after the meeting. I'm going to keep out of that, but later this afternoon or evening I also want to talk with you about something. Maybe we could just go get a beer after work. That might be better than here. Is that ok?"
"Sure. No problem. Just give me a call," I answered. "And for the record, I think Friday afternoon was one of the best times of my life. We've all been good friends for so many years, and Friday was kind of the special icing on the cake."
Phil smiled. "I feel that way too," he beamed. "It was like it was meant to be. It all has just fallen into place and it's great. I fully anticipate more icing to come. OK, I know you have to get your act together so I'll see you in about an hour or so, and then sometime later I'll call you about getting together. There are some things I really do want to discuss that I think will really interest you."
Phil got up and headed to the door as I got back to reviewing the last 10 or12 slides. Everything looked good and all corrections had been made. The "I's" were dotted and "t's" crossed. Margaret, my administrator had done a great job of getting all the relevant data together and getting the handouts printed. I called her to say that she should take them down to the conference room and make sure the coffee, donuts, and bagels were getting set up. Then I sat back to try clearing my mind for a while. That really wasn't easy. My thoughts kept bouncing from data, and requirements, and schedules that I'd be presenting in a little more than an hour to recalling the events of Friday afternoon spent naked with Phil and Tonya. I also wondered why Tonya may want to talk with me and why Phil wanted to meet me for a drink. Regardless of the ping pong of thoughts, the hour slipped by faster than I imagined, and I would have to make my way to the conference room and adopt the role of consummate professional manager.
When I arrived, most of the people were already at the conference table sipping coffee, munching donuts, and leafing through the handouts. Tonya was there wearing her usual stylish but conservative form fitting dress. Phil was seated across the table from her but about two chairs up. I always smiled at how several of the married couples working at the company seemed to make a conscious effort not to appear too close and friendly during working hours, especially if there was any sort of possible working connection between them. Sitting at the conference table, Tonya and Phil acted like they hardly knew each other. I couldn't help noticing Tonya's crossed legs with her ankle bracelet in plain view for anyone who might understand its significance.
Given the fact that I've spent years speaking in front of all sorts of groups, I haven't been nervous such environments for years. However, I always remembered the little "trick" that was often offered to people who were nervous when speaking in front of a group which was to imagine the others in the room as sitting there naked. In Tonya's case, I didn't have a hard time imagining. My thoughts flashed back to Friday afternoon and suddenly it was easy to imagine her naked, legs spread wide displaying her beautiful delicious pussy; telling me to smell it, and taste it, and push my cock into it to fuck her. I could see the look in her eyes as I thrust my hard cock into the warm welcoming wetness of her delicious snatch. I could imagine her licking my cock clean of the erotic cocktail of my cream and her juice shaken and well stirred. I could visualize Phil between her legs spreading her pussy open with his thumbs and talking about seeing my cream inside her before he stuck his own dick into her cum filled tunnel. Yet there they both now sat looking like regular professional folk ready to kick off a new development program. I wondered if any of the others sitting around the table had also spent their weekend having slutty, sloppy, sticky three-way sex. I had to purge these thoughts from my head befpre they took over my brain. I had to get started with the business at hand.
The meeting was fairly predictable and as routine as were many of its type. Most of the people in attendance had been through hundreds of such things over the years as new programs were getting started. There were discussions of preliminary designs that would most assuredly change as detailed analysis, prototyping, and testing progressed. There were schedules that would also have to change relative to changes in designs and test results. There were contract and legal issues that would have to be resolved as the program continued under various modifications. There would be arguments between the "technical nerds" and the "bean counting wienies". The only thing that never changed with regard to new programs is that time would bring a myriad of changes along with further compromises. Feelings would be ruffled. Arguments would sometimes ensue. Finally, there was a good chance that all would end well and we'd be back here at a close-out meeting shaking hands and patting each other on the back.
As the meeting was breaking up, there were a few people who stopped to ask me questions that they hadn't wanted to bring up in front of the group. One by one I tried to address them. I noticed Tonya still sitting at the table leafing through the hand out. When the last person had left the room, Tonya approached me.
"Good job Matthew," she said with a smile. "Now it's time to relax a little. Knowing you, I doubt that you've scheduled too much for the afternoon in case the meeting ran long or so that you would be able to relax a bit and try to tie up a bunch of loose ends. How about a little celebratory lunch with a sexy lady some place other than the cafeteria? It wouldn't serve us to be seen having lunch too often in the back of the cafeteria. There are too many people with loose tongues that like to read a lot into things they don't really understand."
"Yeah, but in this case they'd be right wouldn't they?" I answered and she grinned and nodded. "If you're suggesting lunch at your house, I'm going to have to take a pass today much as I'd love to sample what you have there to nibble on. I have to be home a little earlier than usual."
Tonya laughed out loud. "Actually that wouldn't be a bad idea given that I could indeed serve you the thing that you love to eat, but I was essentially saying we should go to a restaurant where we can talk."
