Chapter 6
The next couple to join our group of swinging party followed a non-linear path compared to some of the others.
I'm a computer and network systems security consultant. Companies call me in to evaluate their information technology infrastructure and systems, and to make and help implement recommendations that will make them less susceptible to external threats, such as hackers or foreign snoopers trying to steal company secrets.
I got a call one day from Bree Wilson, the CIO at Delta Pharma, headquartered in the growing town of Sky Palm Ranch about a half-hour drive from the condo. I knew neither her nor the organization, but did some research before returning the call.
My research revealed that Delta Pharma was a traditional drug research company that would take promising molecules through the various stages from discovery to animal testing and then clinical trials in humans. Once approved, they would usually sell or license the patents to other companies. They did make a few of their own meds, as well. A nice business model, and one that had helped them to grow at more than fifty percent a year. They had a knack for discovering very promising molecules.
All I could find on Bree Wilson were a couple of technical papers about I.T. planning and executive support systems.
My return call to Ms. Wilson got me to her secretary, who requested that I make a visit to Delta to talk about consulting to them. Ms. Wilson would be my client, and I'd have complete access to every aspect of the company. She explained briefly about the pro forma non-disclosure and non-compete agreements I'd have to sign; those would be no problem. I booked the appointment for Monday of the following week.
Delta was about a half hour drive from the Broadhurst. I was there a few minutes ahead of time, and enjoyed getting escorted into another company with the promise of hundreds of billable hours.
Bree Wilson was a pretty middle-age dishwater blond who knew and tightly controlled her I.T. organization and the support it gave to the rest of the company. She also understood at least some of the threats they were under from outside threats, and wanted to close off those avenues of access to the company secrets.
She interviewed me for an hour, and then announced that I was their consultant. I had the job. I'd expected a much longer process and many more hurdles to jump before that pronouncement. I spent the next hour interviewing her both about the organization, as well as her own background.
The two of us went to lunch at a nearby restaurant, and got to know each other better on a personal basis. We shared some war stories, and bared some of our scars to each other. In that meeting, I was surprised to find that my client in Milan had been the one who had recommended me to her and Delta.
That afternoon, I did some other interviews with other I.T. managers, as well as the head of R&D. Everyone was helpful, and I learned that this project had a top priority in the company, in part because some execs felt that one of their carefully guarded secrets had been made public without their consent.
I was back a couple of days later, and worked shoulder-to-shoulder most of the day with Bree going over the systems architecture and networks for the company. The work was detailed but necessary to find the vulnerable points and close unintended access points. Although she was the CIO of a billion dollar plus company, I was amazed and pleasantly surprised at her detailed knowledge of the nuts and bolts.
Bree had been friendly and professional our first couple of days working together, but as time went on she became increasingly friendly. By the following week, she was comfortable teasing me and accepting the same in return. Some of the remarks were right on the verge of risqué or inappropriate for a business relationship. Neither of us minded, and in fact we seemed to relish the rapport.
As we got into the third week of work, Bree asked me to dinner one evening. This was not unusual, so I readily accepted. I often had dinner with my clients, since it helped cement the relationship and open avenues of communication. I gave Amber a heads up that I wouldn't be home for a while. Knowing I had a female client, she told me partly in jest to give her some sexual excitement. She even volunteered to help - horny wife that she is.
I'd already talked to Amber about Bree, and even showed her a picture of the pretty lady that I took as a selfie with her one-day when we were taking a coffee break. Amber applauded me for finally turning up with a hot client. Up to that point, almost all my other clients had been men, although I'd worked with women on project details.
Dinner turned out to be at a romantic and dimly lit restaurant called the Giraffe a mile from Delta headquarters. We were seated in a booth with a single curved bench seat that resulted in us sitting next to each other.
As we shared our first drink, Bree got closer and closer to me, until she was nearly in my lap. I wasn't sure how to handle her attention, until she leaned over and gave me a kiss that melted the nails in my shoes and made my toes curl. The kiss also started inflation of a certain part of my anatomy.
A few kisses later, her hand lay on my nearest thigh. She stroked my leg, and then took the bold step of running her hand up so she could cup and massage the growing erection I had in my suit pants. She whispered, "I want you."
I replied in a strained but happy voice, "I think you have me." While Bree had to be the aggressor because she was my client, I certainly had no objections to a sexual relationship with her.
She panted into another series of kisses and her hand embraced my cock through the material of my pants. I was proving to be more than ample for her needs. She whispered, "I want you naked and fucking me. You turn me on, and this rod in your pants may be the best thing I've ever discovered."
I glanced around the restaurant. I teased, "I think they discourage that kind of behavior here. I don't see any of the other patrons finishing their dinners that way. I could ask if they have a private room in the back."
As I said that, I allowed my hand to wander to Bree's thigh. I reciprocated by running my hand up under her skirt right to where her panties covered her mound. The panties were very wet.
Bree poked me as I ran a finger up her slit. "You know what I mean. Not here. Somewhere comfortable."
"Where?"
"Motel down the street would work for me. I can stay all night."
I thought to Amber's comments about always making my clients happy. I thought I'd better check-in and verify that she was serious. Despite our happy little band of sex partners, this seemed different since I was off-premises from the condo.
After an interruption from our waiter, I excused myself after a few intimate minutes, and went to the men's room. I texted Amber,
'Client came on to me big time. Wants to bed me in motel. Any advice?'
About sixty seconds later I got a reply,
'Have fun. Miss you. Why not bring her home to share? I thought she was hot. We could play after we wear you out. ;-)) Luv, A.'
