Idaho Falls

I had been working my butt off to get my life in order post-divorce, post college bills for my daughter and finally was in a comfortable place and was ready to get away from Los Angeles for a while or maybe permanently. I had begun working out again, now that I actually had free time and was finally getting back into shape, both mentally and physically. I knew I would never look like I did as a young Marine, and I was ok with that, hell that had been well over 20 years ago.

Serendipity struck! I had been told by my CEO that I was headed to Idaho Falls, of all places, to scout a new corporate office location.

I decided to do some online research and just check out the area. From what I found online; it was beautiful. I began wondering if I could make this my new home, so naturally I began checking real estate sites for homes. It was a decent market with plenty of nice homes. I decided to contact a local realtor and see some properties while I was up there for the month. I also wanted a list of homes to see while I was up there and luckily my CEO had given me a point of contact that he said was family, James..

I called James and we had made plans to see some properties for our Corporate Headquarters. He also agreed to assign one of the realtors in his office to show me the residential properties I had picked out as well.

The flight had a layover in Salt Lake City and had been fairly uneventful as small jets go. The same cannot be said for the even smaller jet that I took to IF.

Surprisingly the flight was packed, which meant that I was lucky enough to be seated next to an attractive young lady, probably in her early to mid-twenties. I kept reminding myself, stop staring at her breasts, she's the same age as your daughter! She had made it difficult for me as she was breastfeeding her son. She had asked me if it was okay, what was I going to say no?

I told her it was fine and she seemed genuinely appreciative. Her son was a bit fussy, I thought it may have been the changing cabin pressure. He settled down once he started suckling on his mom's breast. I was jealous!

She ended up swapping him to her right breast which gave me a view down her shirt, it was impressive. I must have dwelled a bit long with my stare as I noticed her adjust and cover up a bit and cradle her son who was now happily asleep. I became suddenly aware and embarrassed.

I began to apologize and she was very sweet and said it was okay, well not okay, but that it was accidental. I was still red with embarrassment and tried to apologize again, she said not to worry. Luckily the drink service came through and I was distracted from my embarrassment. I got my ginger ale and she got an orange juice and each of us got our complimentary bag of nuts.

I sat there quietly and ate my snack and drank my soda. Her son had woken up and had become quite cranky. She began to comfort the little guy, we thought it could be gas, so she decided to burp him. As soon as she picked him up, expelled everything he had in him all over me. He got me in the right ear, and it was running down both my back and my chest. The smell was horrendous, clearly spoiled breast milk. I clenched my teeth and tried to breathe through my mouth, after all, I didn't need to add to the mess. It was his mom's turn to be embarrassed. She was in tears, and I was trying to clean up and calm her as the warm mess was beginning to run down my back and seep into my underwear. I was soaked.

I had tried to get the flight attendant's attention so that I could get something to clean up. Of course, at exactly that moment the announcement came that we were beginning our final descent into Idaho Falls. I thought to myself, this must be karma for staring at her tits? Damn it! I sat there quietly as she was in tears, and other people on the flight began to complain about the smell.

When we landed the attendant came back and seemed somewhat in shock at what she saw. She brought us some paper towels to clean up. As we were getting off the plane and walking towards the terminal, the mom was trying to offer to get my clothes dry cleaned. I politely declined and told her that I was certain that my hotel had a cleaning service. We parted ways inside the airport as I made my way to the restroom to try and clean up somewhat. I hadn't packed any clothes in my carry-on, so after cleaning up as well as I could, I went to the airport store and bought a tee shirt.

I made my way to the baggage claim and there was mom, son and I am guessing, dad. The young lady had pointed me out and was still in tears. He came over to me and offered to get my clothes cleaned as well. I reassured them that I would be fine. They got their bags and left. I kept looking for mine... Not there, I thought to myself "you have to be fucking kidding me!" After checking with the airline personnel, I was told that all of them had gone to Dulles International, they thought. Literally on the other side of the country.

I left my info with them and headed to my hotel. I get to the hotel and get checked in and let them know that I should be getting luggage delivered. From the look on the clerk's face, I think he noticed the odor on me. I confirmed with him that they do have a cleaning service. I got to my room and literally began stripping as soon as I crossed the threshold. I took a shower for what seemed like an hour, got dried off and began looking for something to wear. Luckily the hotel had a robe. I decided I would just wear it in the morning waiting for my clothes to get cleaned. I called down to the front desk to confirm, rinsed all of my clothes in the shower, squeezed out as much water as I could and then put them in the laundry bag and placed it outside my room for the staff to take to the cleaners.

I didn't sleep at all! I swore I could still smell the little guys puke on me, I took several more showers and later finally fell asleep. I must have been knocked out, because when a knock came on my door, it startled me! I jumped out of bed, it was bright in my room and I noticed out of the corner of my eye the reflection of my naked body in the mirror. I laughed and said to myself, "you don't look too bad for a 50-year-old former Marine that was just startled awake!"

The second knock on the door broke me from my amusement. I put on my robe and went to answer the door. I looked through the peephole and saw an attractive lady in business attire. I had guessed it may have been the hotel staff with my luggage. I opened the door and saw no luggage. I did however notice that the lady was quite attractive, beautiful in fact!

After looking me up and down and with a raised eyebrow, she said, "Hi, I'm Kristin from the real-estate company."

"James is my supervisor and had asked me to come by to discuss plans to see both the commercial and residential properties you had asked about."

I stood there like a bump on a log as she finished her introduction and after a brief awkward silence she looked over my shoulder, asked if she could come in.

I laughed and held the door for her. She was wearing gray slacks and a long-sleeved white button up, which fit her well and emphasized her curves and long legs. She was a stunning woman, probably my height or maybe a bit taller, but with her shoes, she was easily several inches taller.

I began by introducing myself and explained why I was in a robe and that I would prefer to go to her office after I had gotten my luggage or at least my clothes back from the cleaners.

She seemed understanding but also somewhat indifferent, and said "How about we go over the properties real quick and see which ones may be available, so I can schedule some walk-throughs?"

I agreed and she went and sat on the couch and began to lay out her paperwork on the small coffee table. I walked over and began to sit down and felt the robe rise up a bit too much in the back. I stood back up and she seemed somewhat amused by my predicament. I circled around to the other side of the table to sort of look down on all the different properties she had laid out.

She looked at me and scooted over on the couch and patted it and said, "Please sit next to me."

I resisted and she began to get very impatient, so I went to sit down. On my way down I caught my robe on the arm of the couch and it pulled my robe, causing it to open, exposing myself. She looked away and I apologized and repositioned my robe to cover.

She immediately demanded to know how well I knew James, her supervisor. She seemed to be getting quite agitated. I explained that I had only spoken with him on the phone regarding the properties. I also explained that I thought that James was related to my CEO.

She sat back and said "well that makes sense" with a sneer.

"If I may ask, what are you talking about?"

"Lately, there has been a pattern of James sending me out for special clients and that this was clearly the same thing."

"What exactly do you mean by special clients?"

"I get sent on appointments to meet with clients that seem to all fit neatly into a certain type of person. All men, always. Most are a bit older. It was unspoken, but James always seems to think that if we failed to make the deal, the company would go under."

It became clear that she thought it had been intentional.

I felt as if someone had kicked me. I didn't want to be lumped into what I had already imagined as a bunch handsy old men.

"I am truly sorry for having exposed myself." I stood up and showed her the closet. "Literally, the only piece of clothing I have, short of making a toga from the bed sheet, is this robe and it was clearly meant for a smaller person."

She chuckled a bit and she apologized for thinking I was somehow part of the special clients. I said that I would sit on the floor between the table and the couch at the end of the table, and asked her to look away as I sat down. It was a good thing; the robe was way too short. After I had adjusted everything, basically tucking my tender bits so that they would have no chance of escape.

I assured her that I was presentable and asked her to go over the properties. She sat on the couch near me and asked if I wanted to start with the commercial properties, or residential. I told her I would prefer residential, because I felt those properties most likely moved faster than commercial real estate. She agreed and asked my price range to ensure that she had the right listings in her portfolio. I told her what I wanted regarding the number of rooms and so on, I only had two really hard and fast must-haves. First, was a huge master suite, with an appropriately sized en-suite master bath. The second demand was at least a three-car attached garage preferably with an additional large workshop on the property.

She said that my requests severely limited my choices. I said I am willing to compromise but it really depended on the rest of the property. She also said that most likely, with a newer home with some acreage it would be around 600K. I said ok, no problem. I told her that I had pre-approval docs in my laptop bag and got up to get it. I wasn't thinking, as soon as I went to stand up, I exposed myself again. I felt like the robe was going to burst into flames to match the rest of me. I began to stutter, stammering over my words trying to explain that it was an accident.

She was angry and I was fully expecting to take both a verbal and physical beating, which I deserved. She began pacing around the room. I went and got my laptop bag and took it back over the coffee table and again sat on the floor where I had been and got out my pre approval docs. She was still pacing back and forth. I apologized again and tried my best to make a joke about it.

"In my 50 years I have only ever accidentally exposed myself twice, both today."

She sort of laughed a bit, which seemed to take the edge off of the moment.

"Luckily, there hadn't been much to see" and laughed.

She startled me when she snorted and laughed out loud!

Smiling, I said "there was no need to be mean, it's average!"

She continued to walk around the room holding her hands over her mouth. She was almost in tears holding back the laughter. "Let it out, I'm a big boy and I can take it."

She took a couple of deep breaths and continued to walk around the room. She had some tears which I thought were from the good laugh she had at my expense. Her breathing had changed and it seemed like now the tears were not from laughter.

"Are you okay?"

She raised one hand to her mouth and the other as if to tell me to stop talking. She took a few more deep breaths and began to explain what she had gone through working for James and the things she had done in the name of the company. I was in shock. She hadn't had sex with any clients, but had gone as far as giving several hand jobs. As she re-lived these events, she began to smile. I was confused... would this be where she grabs a lamp and beats me with it?

I was still sitting on the floor thinking of an escape route if she went crazy. She came and stood over me and placed one of her feet between my feet. I was thinking she may want to try to punt the boys for having seen them.

She crossed her arms and while looking down at me, started to smile. She said "For all those things I did, you have a bigger dick than any of them and you don't want me to touch it." It was now my turn to laugh.

"First, I feel sorry for those other guys because what I have isn't that big. Secondly, I never said I didn't want you to touch me and on some level I am a bit envious of those guys", while smiling up at her.

She laughed and said "well let's go" as she pushed her foot a bit further between my legs. That made me nervous enough to put one hand on the front of her ankle and the other on the back of her calf. I immediately understood two things. She was very well toned and had considerable strength. She took a step back, confused and asked why I had grabbed her leg. I shared what I thought might happen.

She chuckled and said "you think you could have stopped me with one hand on my ankle and one on my calf?"

"I thought I could at least limit whatever damage was being planned. Please place your foot where it had been and I'll put my hands where they had been."

"With my hands here I can pull you off balance towards me. When I reverse my hands, one behind your ankle and one on your shin, I can push you backwards away from me."

She said," show me."

"Let's push you away first." I grabbed the back of her ankle and pushed on her shin; she fell on her butt pretty hard and landed with a surprised look on her face.

"It's simple leverage given the fact that your leg doesn't bend backwards.

She seemed intrigued and got up and placed her foot back where it had been and said "let's try it the other way."

I joked and said, "I never hear that from any of my dates." She snorted again and had a good laugh.

"If you're ready, I will pull you towards me, okay?"

She said "let's do it."

I joked again, "another phrase I just don't hear!"

She was giggling now. I pushed her ankle away and pulled her calf and she fell forward. I couldn't have planned it better. She caught herself on the back of the couch, but had planted her crotch on my mouth as if it were meant to be. She let out a little gasp and basically ground her crotch into my face while she was trying to stand up. She had begun to blush a bit.

As usual, I tried to lighten the mood, "Do you have insurance?"

"Why?"

"Well I think you injured my neck among other things when you slammed your lady parts into my face and that I would need the insurance due to withdrawal symptoms since it had been taken away while I was clearly becoming addicted to it."

"You are just like those other guys..."

I stopped her "No, remember you said my dick was bigger" while laughing and standing up.

I made no attempt to conceal myself as I stood up and it was obvious that our conversation had been having an effect on me. The expression on her face had softened a bit as she stared at my exposed dick.

I laughed and said "madam, I am not a piece of meat to be stared at!"

She laughed again and reached out and grabbed my dick and took a step closer and said "you're not like the other guys..." as my cock began to swell in her hand.

I looked into her eyes and said, "I am not sure... you said you had touched them too." She immediately let go and in the same motion slapped the head of my cock pretty damn hard. I rotated my hips slightly and my cock sprang up, slapped against my abdomen and bounced to full attention.

She said "that was a fun trick."

"You haven't even got to know him yet. He's quite talented."

We had an awkward silence. I told her that perhaps we should get back to the portfolio and she agreed. I sat on the couch this time and patted the area next to me for her to sit. She came and sat right next to me. Our legs were touching and when she leaned forward, I was looking at her back and hips.

Damn I wanted to see her naked, more importantly, I wanted my face back in her sweet-smelling crotch. She handed me a sheet of paper that had a few pictures of a house and then I noticed she had a wedding ring on. I generally notice these details fairly quickly and was burnt with myself for not having noticed sooner. As horny as I was, I was still a gentleman and crushed.

I decided to ask her about it even though it meant ending our brief play time. I said, "Please forgive me but I just noticed you have a wedding ring on..."

She blushed, covered her wedding band with her right hand and leaned back on the couch, sort of clutching both hands together on her thigh.

She said, "well sort of..."

"Sort of?"

"James is my husband." I am pretty sure time stopped for a moment or two as I came to terms with just having had my cock in the hand of my CEO's sister in law. My mind raced across all sorts of images, from me trying to explain how it happened, to looking for a new job, all I could hear was my own heartbeat.

About then, I heard her say somewhat loudly; "are you listening to me?!" She must have understood what some of my thoughts had been from the confused look on my face.

She said, "we are getting a divorce and part of the deal is that I have to continue to wear my wedding band". She mentioned something about him wanting to portray a healthy marriage to his friends in the church. I was again perplexed and she noticed right away. She said, "You don't have a good poker face. "

I smiled and said, "there has been a lot to take in today and it's still morning. From having my neck bent backwards to having a new addiction thrust on me and exposing myself to a married lady..."

She looked at me and said, "you are a goofball!"

I said, "tell you what. I am going to get my clothes back from the cleaner soon and if they haven't found my luggage, I am going to buy some clothes so I don't look too crazy. Is there some place to get a decent pair of Levi's, some slacks, some khakis and some appropriate shirts?"

"There is a mall on 17th street that should have everything within reason."

I looked at the business card she had placed on the table and asked if this was a good number, she said, generally, but not after hours. She grabbed a pen out of her bag and took the card and wrote her number on the back, telling me that was her personal number.

I couldn't help but joke with her and say "You do this for all of her clients?"

She didn't even break a smile and said "yes, that is in fact, true. The difference is I was willing to answer if you called."

I quickly replied, 'damn, was?!"

She smiled and said "calm down... I don't know what your personal number is."

I walked over to the night stand and grabbed the notepad and wrote my number on it and was holding it out tentatively and said, "I am not sure about giving my digits to the married lady. "