The Stranger
Cathy was relaxing, and taking it easy, when the phone rang.
She answered it. “Hi, sis!” said Diane, Cathy’s sister.
“Hiya kid,” said Cathy. Her sister Diane was twenty-six and five years younger than Cathy.
“You remember? In two days I fly out to San Diego for the company’s annual convention,” Diane said. “I’m giving a talk on ‘just-in-time manufacturing.’ My boss said I was an important asset to the company and he knew I would do fine.” They chatted awhile longer. Cathy promised to see her off at the airport on Saturday in two days.
Fresh out of college with a degree in marketing, she had danced the whole resume and interview dance without success. Diane counted herself lucky; she was contacted and hired by the company through a resume she had deposited in an Internet resume bank. The company had looked for a local candidate with her background.
Five years Diane had put into the company – a manufacturer of fasteners. Fasteners were all types of screws, nuts, bolts and washers. Through hard study and work, she had moved from junior sales rep to senior account executive in record time. She called on some of the largest manufacturers and distributors in the U.S. Those days as a junior rep were gone. No more completing and routing paperwork or making follow-up phone calls for the senior execs.
She was the youngest woman ever to make senior exec. She had a company car, cell phone, pager, laptop and two junior reps just to keep up with her sales. Then Diane met this hunky guy Martin in the PR department. He oversaw catalog and brochure copy and photos, and press releases. He kept in contact with trade organizations and planned trade shows.
His rugged good looks, compact runner’s body, lean and muscular upper body and legs, cute behind and thick black hair attracted her. Martin was drawn to her short raven hair and her face that was pretty as a model. She was taller than he and she had voluptuous body, rounded hips, a cute ass, large, firm breasts, and long legs.
Within a week they had dinner. Within two weeks they had gone to bed. Within a month they lived together. Within a year they were married. They shared the same work ethic and high standards. Two years later baby Jacob came along and Diane took six months of parental leave. Then they found a nanny.
Diane had taken Friday afternoon off to prepare for the trip. She was excited, yet a bit apprehensive about the trip. She had never given a talk to two hundred people. As she packed her bags in the bedroom, she thought how she hated going anywhere without Martin. He had to stay and work the weekend preparing for some major PR event. She traveled a lot, but she did not like the loneliness.
Diane loved to snuggle up to Martin in their big bed, her head on his hairy chest. She loved feel his deep slow breathing, feel and smell the warmth of him. When he kissed her and touched her that special way, she felt as if they could make love forever.
Well, she had to go on this trip so she packed: lacy undergarments, wool skirts and blazers, silk blouses, hosiery, custom leather shoes, bath necessities and cosmetics. Laptop, important papers, and her speech. Everything fit nicely into her Gucci bags. Then she remembered to throw in her bathing suit. Maybe there would be time to unwind in the hotel pool.
Her excitement over the trip turned into nervous sexual energy. Diane wished she did not feel guilty. Her big sister Cathy liked to tell Diane about masturbating while her husband watched – or while he didn’t. Cathy loved to shock and embarrass her sister by describing the most intimate and explicit details of her sex life.
Diane – mesmerized – listened, but wouldn’t admit to masturbating herself. Nor would she get very specific about what she and Martin did. Cathy described all her high school and college adventures. A shocked Diane listened on the phone and later did it to herself to relieve the tension.
The nanny had taken Jacob to the park so Diane could prepare for the trip. Her sexual tension rising, thinking, “Oh hell, guilt be damned,” she lay down on the bed. She opened and unzipped her jeans, pulled them down, lifted her hips and quickly stripped them off. She pulled down her panties. Hurriedly taking off her t-shirt and bra, she was naked.
A bottle of lotion sat on the night stand. She grabbed it and drizzled lotion on her breasts, down her stomach and onto her pubic area. She shivered at the cool contact. She massaged the lotion into her shoulders and upper chest. She worked her way around and over the surface of her breasts – avoiding her large areolas and sensitive nipples. Her back arched and she bit her lip. “Uhhhh,” she sighed.
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