Chapter 3
I had to travel to Houston in the middle of the following week to see one of my company's hot marketing leads about their private network's security. To my surprise, our boss announced that Cameron Ryan, one of the women in my work group, would be accompanying me. I had seniority and was better at selling our kind of consulting work, but she had more know-how about VPN or private network security approaches and weaknesses that clients like that had. In theory, we were an unbeatable team.
Cameron was a sweet young professional woman with a computer science degree. She'd distinguished herself by designing several computer games that made some money before getting interested in hacking, code, and security issues in her graduate work. She was cute, attractive, and I felt a draw to her that I couldn't explain. She was, to put it bluntly, 'hot'.
We took the early morning flight, and were at the client's offices just before noon. I was feeling a little better about life. My Sunday evening with Marcie, and some thought time since then had left me with a better frame of mind than I'd had the week before after KC's 'ultimatum', although she hadn't stated it that way. I hadn't come up with any win-win solution, I just felt better about life in general.
As I'd dozed on the airplane trip, I thought a lot about KC. I wondered if she'd hear about my evening with Marcie, and how we'd really pleased each other. I missed KC more than anything, and I found myself pining away for her love and attention. I hadn't seen her in over a week, and the pain at not seeing her really hurt deep. I resolved to fix that when I got back from the Houston trip.
I had let Don know that I'd be away two or three nights, telling him that if KC wanted to use the house or get more of her stuff out, she was free to do so without running into me. He promised he'd tell her.
I wanted to make some notes, as I had always done, to help clarify my thinking about KC, but with Cameron sitting next to me on the plane, I couldn't do that. I tried to memorize a few salient points to my thinking, particularly about how I felt about missing KC. In this case, absence did make the heart grow fonder.
Cameron and I cruised through the afternoon with a room full of technology people, and at the end of the afternoon we were asked to be their consultants and to stay two more days and start work on this new job. This was good news, and we agreed immediately. The agreement with them had been our high hope for the trip, and we'd come prepared.
That night, Cameron and I had a small celebration at a steak house with a top-end steak and a couple of bottles of wine spread out over a few hours as we sat and talked about the project. Eventually, the conversation shifted and we started to talk about ourselves. One thing led to another, and soon I did a small data dump about KC and my breakup.
Cameron declared, "You haven't broken up. You're just taking a little vacation from each other, and from what you implied I guess you're seeing others."
She hitched herself closer to me in the booth we were sitting in, "When you think about seeing others, I hope you think of me." Cameron looked at me expectantly.
Totally unexpectedly, Cameron leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. She had her eyes closed, and the kiss was a long, deep, soul-touching, romantic, mind-blowing kiss. I certainly wasn't going to end it. The scene was positively electric. As she pulled away, I said with a touch of humor and teasing, "Wow! You really are a heavenly dream, because no human could possibly kiss the way that angel that just kissed me does." As I intended, we both laughed over my schmaltzy compliment, but I reached over and pulled Cameron even closer to me, until we were snug against each other.
Cameron put her head on my shoulder. She said in a hushed tone, "Just for this trip, could you... pretend I'm your girlfriend. I really need you to do this. I'll explain later... maybe back home. Just know that I like you a huge amount, and I want to be with you in every way you can imagine." I almost did a double take at her last phrase. Was she telling me she wanted to have sex -- to make love?
I kissed Cam's forehead as my own way of answering.
After dinner, Cameron went to her room, and I'd even said goodnight, but a minute later I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it, she was there, and came into my room pulling her suitcase. She was a little shy, but clear about what she wanted -- me. I wanted her, too. She was pretty, smart, and reminded me of KC in some ways. We didn't talk much, but we kissed a lot as we moved around the room. I ran a warm bath in the deep tub in the bathroom, even adding bath salts that made the place smell like a florist shop.
Cameron appeared with a towel around her, as I stood nude beside the tub. She dropped the towel, and I enfolded her in my arms. We both moaned into the ensuing kisses.
We lay in the tub with Cam leaning back against me as I lightly toyed with her modest breasts, often bringing up some warm water to bathe them in. They weren't large, but they were unusually sensitive, and according to her had a direct pipeline from her nipples to her clitoris. The object of the bath wasn't to get clean, although that was a by-product; we were there as foreplay, and as teasing to each other and to ourselves before the main event of the evening.
Eventually, the water eventually cooled, and we got out. We dried each other with the large puffy towels the hotel provided. Cameron took my hand and led me to the large king-size bed. We pulled the covers back, and then our bodies locked together in passion, as we came together more or less like a lighted match and a swimming pool of gasoline.
I ate Cameron to a series of orgasms, each one seeming to take her farther from earth than the last one. She pulled me up over her body, and I pulled her legs over my hips. This positioned her opening right in front of my granite-hard shaft. I toyed with rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit, until she was pleading with me to finally enter her.
When it appeared she least expected it, I speared into her body, sinking eight inches of my man meat into her in one fell swoop. To my delight, Cam had another orgasm and then started to rapidly pump her body against my cock so that she could capture the last inch or so that she knew she'd not had yet.
