Chapter 4 -- A Very Good Plan -- Part One
I sat at my desk in the African Currency area of the trading floor trying to convince myself that this was a normal day, but of course it was everything but. How many times did I send young Charlie to get me coffee instead of going for it myself as usual; the trouble was of course that I couldn't concentrate on anything else but the mental picture of my Elaine lying blissfully on the sand with Jackson pumping away quite happily between her legs. Such was the arousal, my thoughts had caused, what for me was an enormous erection, what's more I spent half the morning trying to trap my four inch twig under my belt so it wouldn't notice when I got up to move around the floor. Sadly every time I stood up it failed and I had to sit down again before I embarrassed myself.
At about ten thirty the Botswanan Pula decided to tank on the rumours of a war in the region and at last I had something to report upstairs. Contacting my boss, Josh Freeman, I apprised him of the event and gave him some advice on the ramifications for Africa, and the Chinese Yuan given that half of that continent is being dug up by the little men from Peking. This lull in my daydreaming and my priapic state was a blessing as I could at last go down stairs to the bank's commodities trading floor and see my best friend Alan.
Alan and I have been friends since we were at college together and many people have remarked over the years that, were it not for my dark hair and his fair, we could have been mistaken for brothers. Like me, Alan is slightly built, a little reserved (some say self-effacing) and bookish; we are also season ticket holders for Charlton Athletic who are a football team, it has to be said, who have seen their glory days pass. What is more, like me, Alan has a lovely young Wife called Maddy (Madeline) who is also a very good friend to Elaine -- as thick as thieves I would tend to describe those two beauties. Unlike Elaine however, Maddy was expecting a happy event which was starting to show on her sexy little body already.
Alan, as usual, was up to his arse in commodities (in this case cocoa, zinc and wheat prices) but, typically of the best guy I know in this world, he waved me over with a smile and sat me down next to his desk and let me watch him trade twenty million dollars worth of 'stuff' in less than two minutes -- it was a normal trading day. We sat and chatted while his fingers flew across his keyboard as he made millions for people he'd ever met, so consequently I spent a little more time with Alan than I should have done but I had to make sure that he was going to do what he asked. "You're on night cover on Wednesday aren't you?" I asked.
"Yeah! What of it? Do you want to swap?" was his reply, but I could see he was intrigued because everybody at the bank hates night cover. It is incredibly boring to watch trading figures all night but I guess that it has to be done, by someone else preferably.
"No! But I want you to do something for me." At first he looked curious and then, when I did not explain further, he agreed. That's what mates do and I knew that he wouldn't let me down. And that was the first part of my plan confirmed.
As I went back upstairs I recall thinking to myself, 'Elaine and I must invite them round to drink to their happy event.' Little did I know that future social gathering would change my life in ways I could have never envisaged, but enough of that later.
At lunchtime that day, back in my aroused state, I accessed my Amazon Prime account and made a purchase for next day delivery. Part two of my plan was now set in motion.
Eventually even the most aroused 'little chap' has to diminish and shrink so I was able to get on with my work for the rest of the day with only the occasional return to the beach in my mind, until it was time to leave to go home. As I strode through the entrance atrium to the building Alan caught up with me and, as we catch the same buses, we immediately got into conversation.
"Maddy tells me that you had both planned to go to Wittles Bay yesterday. Did you go? How was it?" It was an innocent enquiry but as I looked at Alan I could sense there was something behind it; it wasn't quite a loaded question but I felt that there was more to it than just interest.
"It was quite secluded," I responded, still a little curious about the question, "but it was very nice. And the weather was warm too. Have you been there as well Alan?"
"Yes! Last year." And that was that. No further illumination on Wittles Bay, or as Jackson called it -- 'Snowflake Beach.' The remainder of our bus journey consisted of discussions about the uselessness of the Charlton Goalkeeper and the four to nil drubbing we received in the last FA Cup game -- we have a lot of such sad conversations do Alan and I.
That Monday evening was as normal as a Monday night could be. I made supper -- Elaine showered and got ready for bed -- I then showered and she cleared away the dishes. Like many bored couples we watched television for a while and, riveted as we were to the spectacle of posh actors pretending to be 'Gor Blimey' Cockneys, we then went upstairs for the night. All so very normal that is, until Elaine eased herself on top of me and then, with very little encouragement from her, my 'cotton reel' resurrected itself and as if it had a will of its own it slid inside my lovely Wife's vagina. Not that I had anything to do with it of course.
