All characters over eighteen.
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After a memorable love-making session in her office with Gary, Dr. Susan Carter thought how waking up nude on a couch is somewhat uncomfortable. She wondered what a full evening with him would be like in bed. She threw off the afghan, stood, and looked down at him. The scientist in her was just as curious as the woman who still craved the satisfaction he provided. Damn he was good! She began to feel the afternoon chill.
As Gary looked up, he noticed her delightful nude figure as she got up and dressed. He felt deeply attracted to her. Perhaps she would pose for him in his art studio. He wondered if his feelings were the result of the pheromones. She had exposed him to her Supermones which resulted in fantastic sex.
He had come to Susan's office for an impromptu meeting concerning an enigma he had with his young, twenty-something art assistant, Kate. After two exciting sexual encounters with the beautiful Kate, Gary could not explain the wild experience she and he had encountered sexually. It was like tuning into a frequency he had never experienced before.
Considering his prior career as noted sex psychologist, his orgasms with Kate were unusually strong both times. Most notably, he found he could continue going because his stiffness did not subside. As he continued both times, it was as if he had multiple mini-orgasms at the end. To him, this was the greatest enigma at his age! Perhaps any age.
He was surprised that Dr. Susan Carter had read his book on the mega female orgasm. She asked him to drop the formalities and call her Susan. She was indeed beautiful, perhaps in her 40s, her smile was warm, and her eyes sparkled so green. Gary decided to tell her the complete story. He described his prior career as a noted psychologist in human sexuality, and his best-selling book on the female mega orgasm. He told her of the discovery of previously unknown erotic acupressure points on the human body in Thailand which led to his book.
Susan had told Gary, "My team and I have been researching supramolecular nano-pheromone technology in humans. We have known that certain brain chemicals are triggered and released prior to and during human sexual arousal. Our discovery of these triggers led to the discovery of many more pheromones than we expected. My team can now measure, capture, and analyze each of these pheromones."
As a demonstration, Susan used some hand lotion infused with one of what she called Supermones and it set the stage for both of them to enjoy deeply fulfilling sex. Both fell asleep on her office couch in a stupor of post-coital brain chemistry.
Susan's sweet voice said, "Gary, I hate to cut our tryst short, but I am expected to teach an evening class. While I need to run, this was wonderful, and I have much to discuss with you, but time is not with me right now. Hand me your phone and I will put in my contact information." To be sure it was correct, as she was still a bit fuzzy from the flush of hormones, she called her phone. It rang and she knew he had her number.
She was now dressing quickly, so Gary got the message and put himself together. Both were off into the late cold winter afternoon.
Interesting, Gary thought as he walked toward his car, no goodbye kiss or hug! As he walked back to his car, the breeze was getting colder. Even with the chill in the air, he was getting horny remembering the extraordinary love making session with Dr. Carter. Were the pheromones still affecting him? Perhaps they were the answer to his enigma with Kate.
At 70, Gary was somewhat exhausted, so he returned to his house for a quiet evening. After a shower, and a quick text to "We Deliver Meals," he thought, you do have to love technology. A BBQ meal delivered like pizza. He selected a tv movie and settled down. In short order, he was asleep on his couch.
Something woke him from his deep sleep. It was the doorbell and persistent knocking. He looked at the clock and it was 1am. He could hear someone crying in a muffled tone. He opened the door and there was Sally, one of his very beautiful figure models, crying. In an explosion of sound, she started crying louder and threw her arms around Gary. After a moment, Gary kissed her on the cheek and escorted her into his house.
"Sally, please come in," Gary said as he took her coat. "The chill outside will give you a cold." She was dressed in boots, a mini skirt, and a tight-fitting blouse. A beautiful sight except for her face which was red and wet from her tears. She reached out and gave Gary another strong hug and just cried and quivered in his arms. He held her until the crying subsided. He guided her to the couch, and moved toward the kitchen and asked, "Would you like some tea?"
Sally was now just sniffling and asked, "May I have something stronger, perhaps wine?"
"Sure," he said and opened a bottle of white wine and handed her a glass. Sally took the glass swigged almost half of it down.
"Easy, Sally. Now, what do I owe the honor of your visit this evening?" Gary questioned as he refilled her glass.
"My live-in boyfriend abruptly left me two days ago and went to Canada," she began to cry again. "The bastard took my cat and most of my DVDs." Her whimpering continued.
Gary was uncertain what to do and how to comfort her. He had forgotten for a moment that he was nude and just in his housecoat. The realization came to him as he sat down beside her on the couch and it pooched open.
