Tales of Tiuwj: Episode 01

Tales of TIUWJ: Episode 1

I'd just gotten back from a four day trip out of town where I'd been guest speaking at an engineering expo. As my jeep was in a state of engine rebuild in our garage, Jill had dropped me off at the airport days before, and so had picked me up early that morning. A Saturday. She had a busy afternoon ahead of her, but was happy for the excuse to drive her new Infiniti sedan. She had it customized and picked it up from the dealer while I was away. I'm a '70's Land Cruiser kinda guy, but I had to admit, it was plush. Sexy. And totally Jill. Even dressed casually as she was: ball cap and ponytail, wearing an oversized sweatshirt, terry cloth shorts and tennis shoes; she looked good in it, her new car.

"It's so smooth," she said coolly, rounding the on-ramp and hammering it as we merged onto the freeway. I couldn't help but smile as I snuck a glance at her, all concentrated on the road while at the helm of her sweet new ride. She'd purchased it outright. A treat, after recently making partner.

"Powerful, too," I said, impressed with the buttery smooth acceleration.

"Mmm. It's a creampuff," she muttered, glancing at the rearview.

"You're a creampuff," I shot back, getting a big grin from her.

"It's loaded," she added, smiling.

"

You're

a loaded creampuff."

Jill laughed.

"You're

my

loaded creampuff."

"Aww..."

I looked around the interior. "This is nice. Good job, honey. You deserve it." I leaned over and smooched a kiss to the side of her head.

"Hmmm, thanks. Oh!...so...the seminar..."

"Expo. It was an expo," I said, being difficult on purpose.

"

Expo

.... Whatever. So how'd it go?"

"Mm, I think I might be looking at another term contract, just in time to pick up where my current one ends. Good money, too. More than double the last two combined."

"Oh my God! Really? Is it for that dental thing you've been working on?"

"No...that hasn't taken off yet. But...there were people there from Goddard...Space Flight Center."

Jill's gaze was fixed on the road but her eyes got wide.

"Oh my God, you contacted them like...what, a whole year ago?"

"Yeah. I guess hearing me talk about it in person jarred their thinking. One of the guys even said that."

"So what's it for, what is it they...I don't even know how to phrase the question... mm...were interested in?"

"To be honest I'm not sure what it would ultimately be for. But they were very interested in some of the designs I have for small drive mechanisms."

"Huh?"

"Mm,...little motors."

"Oh. Mm...well...what's..."

'Right, what's the big deal about those."

"That's not what I was thinking. I just..."

"I know I'm teasing. With my designs...they are ultra reliable. The 'motors' themselves aren't such a novelty thing. But on the scale I design them...small...they are ultra reliable. And that's what caught their interest."

"The space guys."

"Ha...yeah. Ha..."

Jill laughed, too, then muttered "Cool" as she stared ahead. "That's cool. So lots of people might make these, but not to last."

"Not like mine. I guarantee it."

"Hm'hmmm!" she hummed with a big grin as she stared ahead and gripped the steering wheel tight, pretending to shake with a hearty "Yeah, baby! Built to lassst. Woo-hoo! I like it!"

Her enthusiasm gave me goosebumps.

"Yeah..." I chuckled.

"Cool. So...what would they be used for?"

"Tools. Probably tools of some sort...but who knows. We didn't get that far. But if it comes through...it'll just be me they use. A contract for work exclusive to me. For like...five years?"

"NASA? Like, NASA, too?"

"Goddard is NASA, so...yeah."

"Holy shit!" Jill reached over to punch my left shoulder. "Honey that's so cool. Were you even gonna tell me??"

"I was gonna tell you. Just...we're in this sweet car and all, you know? That you just got? I mean, the big news is you."

"Awww...Louis..."

"It is. I mean...partner...at a firm that at one time told you, what... that it was never going to be more than the two of those guys, and to think hard about where you saw yourself in ten years because it won't be partner, not there, right?" Jill was smiling now and nodded. "And...and you said 'fuck it!' and stayed on because you liked the mission...and not only made partner, but you made it in six years. SIX, Jill. And hell, you made

them

want it."

"They were thoughtful about it," she said.

"Still. I don't know much, but I know that that's huge."

She smiled at me. "I love you..."

I smiled back.

"It's impressive, honey."

"Nicole was impressed," Jill said monotonely as she stared ahead. "She actually said that to me."

"I bet she was.... I

bet

she was... That bitch."

Jill burst out laughing, hunching over the wheel and looked over at me. There was a non-spoken sorta "love, hate" relationship between Jill and Nicole, her former mentor and one-time coworker. Nicole could be brash, insensitive even. Most times on purpose it seemed. But like Jill, she was also very smart and knew her shit. Of all Jill's peers, she had the most respect for Nicole. So any compliment from her meant something.

"I'm kidding," I said.

"I know."

"I bet that made you feel good, though. Her saying that."

Jill nodded.

"I bet she's proud."

"She'd never say

that

."

"Hmph... Well, anyway.... I won't know for sure for another week or two, on that contract...so..."

We were both quiet for several moments when Jill suddenly mashed the steering wheel with both her hands with a loud "Oh my God!"

Again I had to laugh.

"What?" she asked, glancing over at me.

"Nothing, you're being funny. I love the excitement. But, 'Oh my God' what?"

"Well, it just dawned on me that if those space guys use your designs...that that would mean something

youuu

designed...would go into space! Outer space Holy shit! Holy shit!!"

"Space guys. Ha! You're killin' me." Jill smiled but her eyes were still bright with enthusiasm. "Yeah," I chuckled, "... well, it could be that, but it's just as likely it could be for something here on Earth. You know, where they build stuff?"

"There's NASA in Florida," she said, blinking. "Well, space would be cooler."

"A little bit cooler. So...it could go to Florida. Either outer space or Florida," I laughed. "Or Maryland, actually. Goddard's in Maryland."

"Still..." she said, glancing over at me. "You'd be helping them go to space and that would be so cool!"

"Yeah...could be that. Which would still be cool. We'll see. Anyway..."

Jill looked over at me, smiling, and reached over and rubbed the back of my neck.

"This car is awesome," I said, admiring the interior some more. "Will you ever let me drive it?"

"It's so smooth," she said again, staring straight ahead. I laughed. After a moment she cracked a smile and I reached over and squeezed just above her knee, making her jump. Touching her leg struck a nerve. It was velvety smooth. I ran my hand further up the inside of her thigh, getting some heavy breath and fluttering eyes from Jill as she stared ahead. It was beyond the most tempting thing in the world to just lean over and bury my face in her lap and inhale. Deeply. I could smell her through those terry cloth shorts just thinking about it.

"I wish I didn't have to work," she grumbled.

"M'ehhh. Get done whatcha need to...and then...it's on. I hope you ate your Wheaties this morning."

She glanced over at me with knowing eyes. After a few moments I just stared at Jill as she watched the road ahead, admiring her. She eventually noticed, and I told her as much.

"What," she said plainly.

"Mm...just admiring you. At the helm of your new sweet ride. How cool it is that you got where you are, working hard and being so good at it and being properly recognized for it. That's all attractive."

"Hmmm," she grinned. "I feel the same about you. You never treat yourself, though."

"I got my treat," I said, and stole another grab of her thigh.

"Yeah, you do."

I looked around myself. "What was this thing anyway. 60K?"

Jill looked over at me with exaggerated worry in her eyes and a strained frown, shaking her head.

"More?"

Wearing the same expression she started nodding really fast.

"A lot more?"

"Mm.... Sorta??"

I couldn't help burst out laughing. She was being so funny.

"Wow. How

loaded

is it?"

"Oh it's loaded. It's loaded

big

time. It's like...

loaded

, loaded."

"It's how you roll, baby."

"Damn right."

"Niiice."

"...The paint was special," she added with a creaky voice.

"What

is

the paint? It's gorgeous."

"Black opal."

"Sure looks good."

"Yeahhh.... I got that...and other stuff I wanted."

"Well.... you earned it. Literally."

Jill was slowly nodding with a smug look on her face as she watched the road. She turned and faced me while making the same face and I laughed.

"And you bought it outright. Just walked in...and drove out. Owning it!"

She was still nodding the same smug face at me. She finally laughed and we exchanged jabs.

"Good for you, honey. I'm impressed."

She nodded confidently, then faced forward again.

"Us," she said, and looked back over at me. "We're awesome, the two of us."

"Hm'hmmm,.." I smiled. "Yup."

The rest of the way home Jill told me about her hefty work schedule while I was gone. She still had a bunch to do, so once back at the house, and after a heavy make out session before getting out of the car, she got right to it while I addressed a few emails from some contacts I'd made on my trip. It'd been a productive 96 hours for both of us, but we missed each other greatly.

About the only positive spin there is to being away from each other for any length of time is that we are both super horny by the time we're together again. The sex is just a tinge more exhilarating That's the case for most couples, I suppose.

But for us, and we've talked about this, the same thing applies to any discussion we might have regarding my fantasy of her. That's almost always the case, because it's not something we engage in on a regular basis. But throw in any actual time away from each other beyond a few days or more, and any fantasy play we might get into is through the roof. We find ourselves approaching the edge of the cliff in ways and to degrees we normally don't.

Time alone, with no Jill to bounce ideas off of, allows them to fester and become more extreme, and she finds herself more susceptible to going along with them, and less likely to adhere to the rules and guidelines we've set for ourselves, particularly hers, sometimes to her dismay. We've talked about that also.

"I'm always conflicted to some degree. That will never stop or change," she once told me after several days apart and when we were feeling particularly kinky. I'd given her the usual warning that what I was thinking of might not sit so well with her at first.

"It's

your

fantasy, Louis.... So there's always going to be conflict lurking in me because I only truly want and desire

you

. No one else, not in any way ever. And that usually keeps me centered. But sometimes, more and more often it seems, when we talk...it's harder to resist some of your ideas. You...are harder to resist. I mean it's like...you've changed my DNA, with all this. With your fantasy. Over time, that's what it's felt like."

"Not who you are in your heart," I reminded her. "I haven't changed that, Jill. Not your morals or your love or devotion to me."

"No, but...the fundamentals of things I've always considered sacrament. My vows to you, and monogamy. I'm still adamant about those things. I always will be. And I know you are, I'm not saying you're not. But, for me now...it's like I view them through a new lens. The lens of you...when I see that look on your face. The look you have when you feel that pang you talk about it. You're so hard to resist, Louis. In fact, most times I don't even want to. I want to indulge you. I want to embrace indulging you.

Jill looked at once lost and accepting of it all as she stared up at me. She'd never before shared such intimate feelings about my fantasy of her. About indulging me in it, or about indulging herself in it.

"Honey that was beautiful. And it's so important that you know I'm taking what you say very seriously. And also that...I only ever see the woman and person I fell in love with. And who I know loves me. Me and only me."

She could tell I was hesitant to show much further indication of whether I thought any of what she was confessing to me was good or bad. She was right. I didn't want to influence her sense of self.

"It's okay," she told me. "Any change in me that's because of you...I like. Or at least I can learn to live with. I'm just pointing it out. In the end, none of it really matters because...as I was saying...if I even think of the look you get on your face...when we talk? And...oh God if I actually see it on you?.... It's

so

good.

"I know you to be such a serious person. You can look so serious, or lost in deep thought sometimes. Like me, you're such a thinker. So, when I see you appearing...intoxicated, as you've described it...intoxicated over your fantasy of me... You look completely different. Like a whole different version of yourself. You look so good and so turned on...it affects me deeply. It arouses me, Louis. Seeing you look that way. Because I know it must be something good. To you. Something very, very good you're thinking about.

"And I don't wanna rob you of that. I just want you to tell me all you wanna tell me, no matter how much I think it might scare me. So that you can keeping feeling that and looking like you do. Because it makes me feel it, too. It makes me feel it with you, and I like that, it's important to me. Because I wanna feel it with you. Even though it scares me, I wanna dip my toe in that fire...and feel it. So...just tell me. Tell me all and don't hold back. I'll let you know if something bothers me. Okay?"

That was a great reunion, if still a close call. We approached Jill's limit with my fantasy that time. I could tell she was on the verge of covering her ears. I had suggested the orgasm she was having with another man was the most gratifying one she'd ever experienced. There was no romance being implied. There never is. But the notion of what I'd said caused some distress.

However, imagining Jill's fevered expression and voice during this fictional orgasm had me feeling just as she'd noted, intoxicated, with taboo lust. The moment she saw that on my face she pointed it out with great enthusiasm, and then attacked me and demanded I finish telling her all about the wonderful orgasm she was having with this other man as we fucked. It was a great reunion, indeed. One spent entirely on that proverbial cliff's edge.

But even if we get too close to it, we work through it. We're so solid that I'm never worried about going too far. So, in the meantime, we indulge. And, as stated, after being apart for a while, we sometimes indulge even harder.

It was approaching noon and I was chafing at the bit to get my hands on her. Our downstairs offices are right next to each other, so I thought I'd pull some reconnaissance and kinda sorta stroll by hers on the way to mine. When I passed by she was hard at work, typing away at her desk. She was still wearing the same oversized sweat shirt she had on earlier, and, I assumed, the same terry cloth shorts. I recalled how the drawstring on it was untied and hung loose in front, a look that I love on shorts that feel great and are about the sexiest casual article of clothing Jill ever wears.

Currently in business mode, hair was up in a smart bun held together by a single knitting needle. And she had on her reading glasses. There wasn't a look she could sport without driving me crazy. And this was one of my favorites: business mode. Even with the casual dress. She didn't have to be dressed in business mode to be in business mode. The sight of her hair up in bun and wearing those glasses alone was enough to get my motor running. Especially if she flashed even the briefest of demure looks.

After shuffling some papers on my desk and opening and closing a file cabinet, I peaked back into her office and decided to enter.

Jill glanced at me with a "hey"as I walked in, but kept on typing.

I stood at the side of her desk on her right and placed both hands on the corners and began to lean over slowly, until I got a smile.

"Somebody's up to

somethin'

," she said as she glanced down at some papers in front of her.

"Oh...I guess I was just thinking about the last time you just...let me play with it." Jill stifled a grin but kept right on typing. "And I was looking forward to doing so later. Or sooner."

"How soon?"

"....Sooner than later?"

She grinned. "Like last time?"

"Yeah, upstairs. When you told me that you like

having me back there

. 'member? I do."

"I said that?" she asked, and stopped typing to lean closer to the computer screen, squinting.

"Yeah.... I told you I like being back there, and you told me you like

having

me back there and it was the greatest thing you've ever said to me. And do those glasses even work?"

Jill exhaled a smile and nudged her glasses up the bridge of her nose and began typing some more.

"Yes they work. And I'm pretty sure I've said greater things to you than that." She tilt her head up for a downward glance at the papers on her desk, and then began typing some more.

"Mm...besides when you said

I do

? Nope."

She laughed and pulled me to her for a kiss, then went back to typing.

I tilt my head leftward to see between her and the desk that she was still wearing those terry cloth shorts. I was wanting Jill bad. I took in a deep breath and let it out loud on purpose.

"You gonna be okay?" she asked.

"Oh...God. Well...I'm hurtin'."

She abruptly stopped typing, stared at the computer screen for a few seconds, then looked at me.

"Aw. I know. Me, too. But everything that was supposed to happen Monday has been bumped up to today. This has turned into a conference call in a couple hours. No, wait. One. In one hour."

"Oh.... Yeeesh."

"I know.... Anyway. I could be done now. But, can't hurt make a few notes on things we need to cover." I glanced at the skirt suit hanging behind her. Jill noticed. "I do

not

feel like wearing that today."

"Well, I better get outta here before you do, 'cause when I see you wearing that.... Makes me go like this." I said, and flicked out my index finger.

"Ha!" she laughed out. "It does?".

"It's smart n' sexy and you sport it very well. I mean, even if you weren't employed I'd still want you to wear it for me."

"Thank you, I

think

. Seriously though, I'd stay as I am and play, but..."

"Nah, I hear ya. Duty calls. And you gotta look the look and don't need me here salivating when you do.....Okay. I get it. I'll leave you be."

Jill slid a hand over mine. "I'm sorry..."

"Nah it's okay. I've got some electrical to finish in the pool house, so.... I'll get a head start on that. If you hear me leaving it's 'cause I needed something at the hardware store. But if I do I won't be long."

"Hey." She leaned over and strained her neck to meet in a kiss. I made sure it was one she wouldn't forget. When I went to pull away she insisted on making it last longer.

"I missed you," she whispered.

I nodded and we kissed again. When it ended Jill held her gaze on me with a friendly smile.

"All right," I said, and loosened my grip on the desk. "I'll just...get outta here while I still have it in me to do so. Luck with the call. Knock 'em dead."

I'd no sooner shifted my weight to turn and leave when she suddenly blurted out "Wait."

I stopped where I was and leaned back over the desk.