I apologize for making everyone wait this long. Separation and divorce can do that to you. I hope you enjoy the second part of New Horizons and beg for the next part, which is written and waiting for your pleas.
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As instructed in the letter I had received after the orientation, I had dialed the number for someone named Melissa almost immediately.
"Hello,"
"Is there a Melissa Phelps there, please?
"This is she, can I ask who's calling, please?"
"Melissa, hi, this is Samantha. I was told to contact you"
"Oh yes," she replied, her voice warming and almost sensual. "How are you Samantha?"
"Still in shock I think," I relied, "and you?"
"I'm doing fine," she replied. "I'm sure you're still getting over the session. It takes a few days before it really soaks in. My purpose in contacting you is to try to set up a meeting where wecan review your orientation. Explain more about our organization, show you the benefits of being a member, and answer any questions you may have, and I'm sure you've thought of many of those.
"I'm still trying to believe I did it," I replied. "I'm usually a shy, and somewhat private person, yet I allowed several women to have their way with my body in ways I would never have dreamt possible."
"Let me ask you this, Samantha. Do you regret your decision to participate?"
"No, not in the least, it's just...I don't know...so not me, if you know what I mean."
"I certainly do, Samantha, and I think if you were to talk to other members, you'd find that most of them went through the same self analysis you're going through. Have you given any thought to continuing in your growth?"
"I'd be lying if I said no," I replied, "but there is so much I don't understand and I don't know much about the group at all."
"That's exactly why I'm calling you. Is there a possibility that we could get together this coming Tuesday, say about seven?"
I hesitated for a few seconds but I really did have a lot of questions, and it would be nice to have someone I could discuss them with, one-on-one, before I made any decisions. To be honest though, my body had almost vibrated for days afterwards and I wouldn't mind a little more of that level of satisfaction. "I think I can arrange that. Where would you like to meet?"
"I'll give you the address," she replied. "It's a favorite restaurant of mine."
The restaurant where we met was in a very upscale part of town. As soon as I stepped into the room, I was pleased by the hushed ambiance. Dimly lit, with soft music and widely spaced booths and tables, it was ideal for intimate conversations. The hostess asked my name, then directed me to the lounge. "Your party will meet you there," she said. As I walked to the lounge, I glanced around the restaurant. Across the ends of the room were several larger booths. In the back, rich ivory and gold drapes, tied back with ivory ties, marked the entrances to still larger areas.
I'd dressed conservatively in a business suit with a white silk blouse to make the right impression and I noticed that several pairs of eyes followed me as I stepped into the lounge. As I waited, the cute little bartender served me a cola, Γ¦compliments of the house', she said. I had no way to know to know what Melissa looked like, so I studied each and every woman as they entered. I had asked Melissa what she looked like, she'd told me simply, "I'll find you, Samantha." As I sat there, I wondered if Melissa had been one of the women who had so deliciously possessed me just a few days earlier, although it seemed to be weeks. I casually scanned the others that were seated in the lounge. Was I being watched? Was Melissa already in the room and just taking stock of me?
As each customer entered the restaurant, I watched them as they moved to their tables or booths. A young woman wearing a soft pink sweater over a black skirt entered the restaurant, stepping to the hostess's desk. She whispered something to the hostess that made her smile, then returned the smile when the hostess whispered her reply. She turned and headed for the lounge, walking past as a delicate fragrance wafted over the room. Taking a seat at the far end of the bar, she chatted with the bartender, her back to me. Deciding that was not Melissa. I turned back to study the other new arrivals.
"Hello, Samantha," I heard and turned to see the woman I'd decided was not Melissa was indeed the woman I was supposed to meet.
She smiled and I smiled back, liking what I saw so far.
"Hello Melissa. You had me fooled. I saw you come in but was pretty sure it wasn't you."