At the convocation centre, the 36-year-old sat behind the table, which was almost directly behind the podium towards the edge of the stage. Head dropped down, as the company's Marketing President outlined the past year, he thought back to other days in his life. This was the beginning of a special shareholder's meeting.
While the man's head was suspended and staring down at his notes, he drifted far, far back to his last year in high school. December 16, 1988, what a year. In southern Florida, he remembered it all well, and who wouldn't. He was the first and the only one it happened to in that region.
National attention was brought on him, her, and his school. It was brought upon the tiny community, which never liked any attention for the most part.
"...she was so incredible, as he thought about her; the memory of them brought about a smile, which wasn't seen at all by the crowd. She was so, so perfect. She was so ideal!" Then the thoughts dodged him as he heard his name called out.
He stood up, waited behind the table, looked out at the crowd, and collected his thoughts. Finally, he walked around and up to the podium, shaking the President of Marketing's hand.
Clearing his throat gently he said, "Ladies and Gentleman... Thank you for coming this evening. We appreciate your presence on such short notice. Let me get on with what you are all here for, what has to be decided on, and of course, what should be instituted here today."
"As everyone knows, this day has been coming. It was only a matter of time. Many issues have been discussed. We have several avenues we have considered taking on a variety of inadequacies we face now. We cannot think of any rock solid solutions. Of course, as you know, bankruptcy may be looming."
The crowd listened without saying a word. They were the executive shareholders who were called in. They were also the majority shareholders that in the crowd. Many were executive employees of the Fortune 500 Company; others were long-time shareholders who showed up. If it wasn't the shareholders themselves, then it was an administrative assistant, who represented the shareholder.
This company was in a crisis. The company who had somehow overextended itself out of nowhere, in the public's point of view, was on the verge of economic failure. Yes, they were preparing to file corporate bankruptcy soon, if something couldn't be done.
They were unable to obtain the lines of credit. They sold off 50% or 180 acres of their long held property. They sold off other unnecessary investments. Regardless, all of these changes failed to bring a necessary turn around.
In the back row, a young woman sat unnoticed. She was unseen by everyone. They were only interested about curing the problems of the company. Those who may have seen her paid no mind.
When she saw him, memories cropped up; yes, overwhelming, fantastic memories came back to her. When she saw him, she became overwhelmed with deep feelings of arousal! These feelings spread throughout her but were buried profoundly within.
Erotic thoughts or ideas filled within and zoomed throughout her. Her 'breeding ground' blossomed as if it was spring and her vegetation began blooming!
Initially, she pulled her legs firmly together, trying to ignore the emotional responses, which came along by her reminiscing of the two of them. She was not there for that reason. She knew it, but she just could not help herself.
"Ohhh, wow, those were the greatest times, she began thinking; he made me feel so fine, so extraordinary, and so beautiful! Oh he did, he...", as she thought more and more of those days back in college. She tried stopping herself. "I'm not here for that. Focus, you've got to focus", she quietly murmured.
Looking towards him only brought an increased attentiveness to that period in time, long ago for this woman, whose life hadn't been pleasurable in years, it seemed. She just hadn't found the same type of individual to share a perfect life with personally.
She knew he was going to be there but she didn't expect what began happening to her when she saw him. No emotions of any sort popped up until she walked in and saw him.
That's when she erupted with an erotic like fervor internally; she couldn't control herself, at first.
He and she were convincingly inseparable in those days. When together, the emotional connection was as if these two were from the 60's. Love was always on their menu. Yes, passionate romance and any leftovers filled their bill of fare. All that knew the two of them were convinced these two were destined to be together forever. That obviously wasn't true.
Sitting there, isolated, she felt the impact of him on her. With no one around her for three rows or to her left, whatsoever, she discreetly and very slowly lifted up her skirt; she lifted it up carefully... up... up... up. Lifting far enough up and looking around again, at the same time, to make sure no one walked in late. She hadn't played with herself in well over five months. She wanted to, but she contained many previous emotional situations. Why would she do it there of all places? An emotional collapse brought on her sexual hunger. That hunger within activated a long overdue hormonal blossoming. She was more then overjoyed when she saw him and she became immensely aroused! Her sleeping monster had to be satisfied! She initially convinced herself that it was true!
Sliding her fragile hand sideways into her cotton panties, she felt her soft bushy hair. It was a full tuft, which rose up above and protected the opening to the "Golden Well"; she ignored the gardens.
To a man, that is part of the splendor. To her, the fruit she sought was hidden deeper in her linings and was ripe for picking. She was moistening up more. An undetectable feeling of happiness bloomed, suggesting to her, "I'm going to be fine soon enough. It's going to be perfectly fine, shortly." She was fooled by her aroused state of mind.
Meanwhile, she had forgotten why she was there. She forgot as she slipped into another world. She was caught up by the memories of him and her.
She began slipping her hand as inconspicuously as possible.
"Oooooooooh, she thought softly; mmmmm... ooooooohh", as she silently let off a long-winded breath. It wasn't audible enough for anyone to hear. With her fingers becoming moist as well as her vaginal walls, a pleasant odor splashed over her finger and hand, smearing them with its scent. That aromatic scent could spark lust in the heart of many men!
She was going further and deeper by pleasing herself, which was not good! It could prove to be detrimental. Her mid-length skirt was pulled way up by the bottom of her panties. It was amazing no one ever walked by her. Her legs were fully exposed. They were beautiful tubular thighs and calves! Any woman would be proud to have her legs!
Her hand was visible to anyone who might look to see what she was actually doing if they wanted and had direct line of sight. No one did have a direct and visible line of sight. Also, they were too focused on the issues at hand!
She closed her eyes for a bit, as she twirled her finger around her rich saturated linings. She loved and felt comforted by her own touch and warmth of the sanctuary, which wrapped around her finger. Yes, the sanctuary of love, intimacy, or lust was offering services to her at a badly timed moment.
