"Please raise your tray tables and make sure your seat belt is buckled," the voice said from the speaker above our heads, "Temperature at landing is a balmy, thirty-four degrees, with light snow falling."
We definitely weren't in Hawaii any longer, Toto.
Nat and I had a wonderful time that last week in the Islands; we 'hopped' to the big Island, to the Kona coast for a day, and spent a day on Molokai as well.
We attended the pig roast in the hills with Pete, Maggie, and friends; getting seriously fucked up on wonderful Maui home-grown.
I played golf three more times, each with improving scores, and had another delicious fuck-session with Anita before this year's trip was over.
Nat and I played with each other that last night, sort of like a 'farewell to the Islands' sex-fest, not unpleasant for either of us, not that it ever has been.
And the 'mystery' of the 'unseen voyeur' was solved; well, sort of.
One night, just before our departure, Nat and I arrived home from dinner to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers at our door, with the following note; and I quote:
"We are leaving the islands tomorrow but felt compelled to thank you for providing some wonderful memories for our visit this year. I hope our dog didn't bother you or your friends as you frolicked with each other on the beach, in the water.
We didn't mean to watch, but once was enough to keep us hoping for repeat performances. We could see you, you just couldn't see us, though a couple of times I could have sworn you were looking right at me as you stared at our telescope.
Perhaps, on a future trip, we might actually meet. Again, thank you for the memories.
Fondly,
Sandra and Rebecca"
Huh! Like a said, we sorta' solved it.
But it was back to the 'real world' for the both of us; her to academia, and I, to the world of business. Those two weeks of wonderfulness did not come without a price; catch-up, after two weeks away from your life, can be a bitch.
Betts had kept the boys and girls of my tech staff moving in the right direction, as she always does in my absence, but there were still 'things' that only I could handle, and I had a pile on them on my desk on the morning of my return.
"See you tomorrow, Lynn" Betts said from my doorway, "and don't stay here all night, you need your rest."
"Yes, Mom" I replied, inwardly glad that Betts was part of my company, part of my life.
I hung it up around eight that evening, not bothering to stop off at O'Malley's; I was tired and just wanted to get home and into my bed, alone. I had returned phone messages from business, as well as my home number, all day it seemed.
Brie wanted to say welcome back but would be leaving for a three week business trip to Europe.
Dee was off to a yearly meeting with her company and would be gone a week or so.
Jean and Ann were off to Bermuda for a two week jaunt of their own.
Nat called to say thanks, again, for letting her 'tag along' with me, on my yearly trek to the Islands. She loved every minute of it she said, and would call me when she returned from a Dean's conference in D.C., later in the week.
That was peachy keen as far as I was concerned; my nether regions had not been deprived during our vacation, that's for sure, I thought as I crawled under my covers, falling asleep in a New York minute.
~
Throughout the week, it was all about work for me. In my private moments, however, I questioned a few things that had occurred while in the Islands.
Was it the thrill of the moment that first time with Anita, that led me to a session, tinged with S&M?
Was it the freedom of being on vacation that turned loose the predator of pussy that seemed to reside within myself?
Would I try anything further regarding anal sex?
I didn't think so; while that night with Anita was all about 'new things', after the fact, I still didn't much care for anal sex, I finally decided.
The fucking with the strap-on, however, posed some further questions for me.
Never with a real cock, had I ever gotten off; but, with the dildo strap-on, I did, a lot, and it caused me to wonder about whether or not I wanted to try cock again.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all unhappy in the girl-world I willingly joined several months ago. Oh no, I wasn't unhappy with that, at all.
Dee always said that from her perspective, that her dalliances with couples allowed her to have both, though she clearly preferred girl/girl sexual romps. She had some wonderful threesomes with couples, especially with 'first-timer' wives, she had said.
Well, I just wasn't sure about wanting to mess around with men again; with women, I reasoned, it just seemed a lot simpler. Of course, I had yet to be 'involved' with another woman beyond sex, and honestly, that was fine for now. In the future? Who knows?
~
Friday arrived so fast that it made me wonder where the rest of the week had gone. It had been a week of serious catch-up for me but by four o'clock on Friday afternoon, my desk was clear and saying goodnight to Betts, I left early and headed straight to O'Malley's for one of Cherie's soothing tonics and it didn't matter what.
"Just get back?" Cherie asked when she saw me walk in.
"Nah, got back this past Sunday night and have been up to my eyeballs in returning messages ever since," plopping my butt onto a stool.
"Nice tan," she commented as she handed me a tall Scotch and water.
"Thanks, and it was hard to leave all that sun and sand, believe me," taking a long pull at my drink, followed by a breath and then another long pull.
So what's up for you tonight, princess?
Don't know; probably a stay-at-home night for me with all of the girls out of town.
S'matter? Afraid to go out on your own?
No!
Then why don't you?
I don't know, maybe I don't feel like it.
I think you're afraid to go trolling on your own.
I'm not; at least, I don't think I am.
But, it was a question, wasn't it?
I drained my drink, threw some money on the bar and waved goodnight to Cherie. Finding a 'roach' in my ashtray, I lit and finished it in the dark of the parking garage, cranked the engine, found some sounds and settled in for the drive home.
I didn't feel like staying in, I really didn't. There was a need to be out and about, with people and laughter, that I was feeling, I surmised.
By the time I reached the mail drop at the complex, I had decided to take a long, hot shower, relax with a doob, and then make a decision about heading out for a while.
The shower was so therapeutic for me; the knots in my neck and shoulders seem to 'pop' as they relaxed under the pounding stream of hotness. I certainly felt revived I discovered afterwards.
I decided to check my email as I smoked the doob I had rolled when I got home, and throwing a wrap on, I did just that.
Some traffic from friends, both new and old friends, a couple from my younger sister, Becky and a ton of religious crap from Jan, the bitch of all sisters.
Just before I was about to shut down, an I.M. popped up from Dee.
We chatted a bit, back and forth, she being bored to tears with the meetings and all. I told her I was ambivalent about going out alone tonight and she scolded me for even thinking that.
So, encouraged by her haranguing, and by the stone that had overtaken me, I decided to head over to Milly's for a drink and, well, to see what was happening.
It was after nine in the evening, so the straight crowd would be gone, for the most part, I had decided and that's where I would go.
~
I chose an outfit that flattered my figure, stuffed an extra joint in my purse, and headed to the bar to see what kind of trouble I could get myself into tonight. Talking with Dee over the 'net had started me thinking about girl-games and I was feeling a bit frisky after the doob at the house; good weed gets me horny and that's just one of the things I like about ganja.
Choosing a seat at the long mahogany bar that gave me a view of the tables and booths, I ordered a Scotch rocks as I hung my coat on the back of my stool.
"You're Nat's friend, aren't you?" the bartender asked when she delivered my drink.
Looking at her nametag, I told Nan that I was, indeed, a friend of Nat's. She smiled at me, and welcomed me to the pub. I toasted her with my glass, and taking a sip, began looking around the place.
Some same-sex couples at tables and booths, both male and female, a few singles of both sexes mingling about but by and large, a quiet crowd that evening.
Turning back to face the mirror behind the bar, I slowly sipped my drink and just thought about 'things', ya know? Nothing earth-shaking; just running different thoughts around my head about business, about family, about pussy.
I was draining my first drink and signaled for another when my eyes caught an attractive red-head in the mirror in front of me. Watching her look around as if searching for somebody, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. When I saw her spy some empty stools near mine, I actually felt a bit of skip in my heartbeat as she walked towards my spot at the bar.
Taking off and draping her coat on the back of a stool next to my seat, my eyes ogled her full breasts pushing against the fabric of her sweater. As she sat down, our eyes met in the bar-back mirror and she smiled at me, undoubtedly aware of my leering stare.
Nan brought me my drink and looking at the redhead, she asked me what my friend was having. That caught both of us by surprise and caused us to laugh at the same time, the red-head and myself.
"Whatever she wants," I said to Nan, "and put it on my tab."
"Oh no, you don't have to do that," she protested, and I just shrugged in response as Nancy took her order for a Sloe-Gin Fizz.
"I'm not with anyone and, honestly, I'm glad to have someone for company," introducing myself, afterwards, reminding me of my meeting with Brie, that first time.
"Well, thank you just the same and you will let me repay the drink before I leave," she said.
"I will," smiling at her.
Janice was new to our city, having moved from Texas just before the first snow. She was a mid-level manager with a company that just happened to be a client of my own company and we bounced some names around of people that we might know. It turned out that we did, indeed, know a few of the same people. She was supposed to be meeting a co-worker here but she didn't see her anywhere around the place.
"Stood up, I guess," she jokingly said but with just a hint of sadness in her voice.
