July 1987: Los Angeles, California
I was a career girl now. I had a job at an advertising agency in New York. I wore power skirts and had an apartment in SoHo. It was great.
I worked really hard and the months melted by more quickly than I cared to admit. But in this business you had to work hard and win accounts or you would be left behind. I rose to the challenge and worked my tail off.
When we won a major account in LA, I was chosen to go out there and get the ball rolling. I would have be on the west coast a lot in the next year or so. The first thing I thought of was Robert. I never really stopped thinking about him. The night of my graduation burned in my mind. That was the absolute hottest sex I had ever had and I certainly haven't had any since. Working all the time did that. No time for anything else.
Robert did call me after he settled into Caltech. He loved it there and I was happy for him. We didn't talk about too much, no doubt not ready to get into our hopeless situation. He gave me his number and address and I promised to keep in touch.
I realized a year had gone by when I finally called him. He had just finished the semester and was going to stay in California and teach over the summer. When I told him I would be in LA within the month, he said he couldn't wait to see me. In fact, he told me a few other things that made me blush while I sat in my little cubicle at work.
So there I was, in smoggy LA in my power suit and hair pulled up. My lips were a glossy red and my heels high. I sat in the lounge of my hotel and sipped a drink, waiting for Robert.
When he walked in, my stomach flip-flopped. He looked so tanned and good, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His hair was shorter than I ever saw, but it looked great - still blond as ever. His face broke into a huge smile as he came over to me. I stood up.
"You look great," I said.
"God, so do you! Miss Advertising Exec!"
We laughed and he pulled me close and hugged me. I was about to resist, but I we were far from any family here and no one would know. We could even be a couple.
"I missed you so much," he whispered.
"Me too," and I felt my eyes sting a little.
He let me go and sat down next to me on the couch. A waiter came over and he ordered a beer.
"So how's the Big Apple?"
"Oh, it's great! My job is fabulous!"
He laughed.
"I knew you'd always do good." He admired my legs. "You must have every guy in New York after you."
I blushed. "Actually, no."
"Why not?"
"No time."
"Ahhh - yes, I know about that."
His beer arrived and he took a long swig. He grinned at me.
"But I do have time for you, my sexy little cousin."
"Shhhh! Don't say that in public!"
He laughed again and I smiled back.
"Let's go to your room so I can help you change before dinner."
I smiled evilly at him and we went up to my room. Once inside our clothes were quickly shed. We were both greedy for each other. His mouth was all over me, licking and sucking. His hands squeezed my ass and then he pushed me down on the bed. He straddled my face and shoved his cock in my mouth.
"Suck me, bitch."
I grabbed his cock and that sense of dirtiness flooded me and I got all excited. It had been too long since I had sex and I needed it so bad.
"Yeah, take me all in...let me feel the back of your throat."
I sucked him in deep and gagged slightly as his cock pushed into my throat. I tried to relax and take him in. When I did, he groaned and leaned back. His flat, hard stomach clenched and I ran my hands over it, marveling at the hardness. I could never get tired of this body.
He began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth like he was fucking it. I dropped my hands to the side and let him use me. I kept my mouth as tight as I could on him, occasionally using my teeth to excite him. He thrust in and out until at last he came long and hard. He kept his cock in my mouth and I had to swallow all his cum.
He pulled out and sat there gasping.
"Fuck - I think you get better and better each time!"
I laughed and he moved down to my pussy. How easily we slipped back into it.
A little later, we emerged from the hotel looking like we belonged with each other. I had on a black leather mini-skirt and a red top that was a little clingy, but Robert loved it because he thought it made me look slutty. I had heels on and stockings with garters. Robert really liked that touch. My hair was fluffed way out.
We were going clubbing in LA. I couldn't wait having heard about their scene. New York had a scene too, but it was a little more restrained. I wanted wild and trashy. I wiped the stray bit of coke from nose and followed him out into the heavy air.
We had dinner in Beverly Hills somewhere. It was trendy restaurant, but I was beginning to think all restaurants where in Beverly Hills. I swore I saw Kevin Costner, though. I was still swooning over him from his appearance in 'Bull Durham'.
