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by ocean » Sun Mar 09, 2025 4:01 pm
Dawn; We had a lovely weekend, Saturday morning brought flowers from Philip, Kit (‘from a friend’), Mike and as expected nothing from Mark. He is whining about how ‘dry and boring’ Air Law is - welcome to my world, just get on with it!!!
Sandy (secretary) phoned, rather emotional, hadn’t realised the turmoil going on around me. Fortunately she hadn’t twigged she may have been a suspect, but we’ll gloss over that. Leslie phoned, ‘to see if I’m ok?’ , we chatted for about 30 minutes, she’d made sure the ‘right people’ knew about the result, including Sandy. Leaky ship and all that. I have to agree with 54321, violence is not the answer, but it felt sooo good. Yes, I’m a hypocrite. But I wish I’d kicked him in the balls.
Then the surprise phone call from Frank (previously known as the perv, but not anymore, good guy). He was so kind, and gave me the behind the scenes info. Brighton had done a real hatchet job on me over a 2 month period. He’d intimated I was passing information in exchange for transition across to the other firm with the enhanced package, falsifying expenses and diary entries, falsifying business performance data presented to Board to increase bonus. Obviously these allegations had to be investigated but I was never interviewed, ‘they knew I was clean’. I didn’t say, but I thought Philip and I were seeing each other at the time, hard questions will be raised for him. Frank had discreetly checked out all of these claims, only this was on Brighton, to find he’d ‘been at it’, his team were underperforming because he only recruited from his pool of gay friends albeit useless and lazy, but qualified solicitors nonetheless. In short - more party party, than work work. Philip was now going to man the Office and have a clear-out and re-build. A job I turned down - with hindsight I was lucky I had. Embarrassingly this was on Philips tenure so it will be swift and brutal. No sympathy from me.
On brighter matters; I saw Mike for lunch at a pub in the Midhurst, Sussex countryside on Thursday, diarised as business! Sunny day, roof down, heated seat and heaters. I wore a light blue cotton jump suit, (un)zipped at the front, with two thin breast pockets, pokies still showed in the cold air, black heels, red lipstick.
Mirror check? Boobs good, bum good. Felt good.
Lovely lunch, 2 glasses of wine, nice and relaxed, he even pulled my zip down a bit further, obviously he’s feeling comfortable with me. Mike is a nice guy, coffee at his place. Although I followed behind him, I was grateful I’d saved his location on satnav, talk about the middle of nowhere. Which he says is why he likes it.
We went inside and into the kitchen, all the rooms are huge. He says he does a lot of entertaining and hosting for work, for which he charges a packet, nice work if you can get it. On top of that his parties ‘need a bit of space’. This time as I’d had two large glasses of wine and was a bit squiffy, I opted for coffee. I stood in the garden looking at the South Downs hills, so pretty, on either side were wings added to the house. One was a series of garages about 6. The other side was like a long glass conservatory with several large sliding doors which opened up to a fabulous swimming pool. I fancy that for home.
It really was tempting. He pulled my zip all the way down, pushed the top from my shoulders and said try the pool. He stripped off and we did. He took my hand and it was like stepping into a bath, soo good. A few tentative attempts to swim and we ended up in a clinch. He is a great kisser and paid a lot of attention to my boobs, so many guys don’t, although he did like to pinch my nipples very hard, sometimes too hard.
He’s a lot stronger than I realised as he lifted me onto the side 'to inspect my tattoo', yeah right. I don’t have any regrets about the tattoo, now. He was actually good with his tongue generally and I lay back with my legs over his shoulders and let him do his worst, which was slow and great. He kept this up for literally 10 minutes and as I was just reaching the point of coming, he stopped, pulled me into the water and slipped into me as I leaned back against the pool side. If you haven’t tried it in a swimming pool, I recommend you do!! I lasted minutes. He carried on for another 5 minutes till he came. His style is like Mark’s, slow, steady, determined build up and then bang. Wonderful. Kit, hard and rough, Remi, similar but rougher. A little variety is good for you.
Mike closed the pool doors up and we went, naked into the lounge and continued the afternoon delight, doggy and then me on top where he gave me the boob treatment again. Then we talked, I told him my news, he told me his and asked, bearing in mind my 'disclosed' past and likes, and our present situation, how did I feel about coming to his (and his associates) parties? They were a little wild and from his description, sounded a bit orgiastic although there were lots of rooms for privacy and oneish to ones. I thought not much different to Will’s. So, I said I was OK, if it got too much I would make a discreet exit and no fuss. Apparently, right answer. Would I like to bring Mark, as long as he could cope with seeing me getting attention from one or maybe two of the other guests? I felt that it was probably not the right thing this time round, I detected some mind game/point scoring here. I didn’t say but thought once I’d sussed it out I might consider Ray, right up her street, by the same token Cheryl did come to mind, I must call her and catch up. So it’s on for the 15th.
I wanted to spend the evening with my budding aviator, so gave Mike a special slow blowjob, teasing him till almost there, stopping, and then finally let him come, but he had other plans and came on my boobs. So clean up again and dressed. He gave me a huge hug, a passionate kiss and repeated that this was not a one off relationship. Then out of the blue said, perhaps a business lunch week after next. Wasn’t expecting that. Either I’m becoming a hooker or it’s a natural course of events. Food for thought. I took my leave, put my roof up and Goose jacket on.
When I got home Mark was in the kitchen having supper and a cosy chat with Nuala (dil as Mark refers to her). I made myself something to eat and joined in, both Nuala and Liz want to work for Mark once the kids go to Primary school in September or sooner, now that the child care was starting off as of Monday. He’d already, unbeknown to any of us, checked this out with the boys in case they didn’t want to work with their wives. All OK, Mark was delighted with this, removing the idle hands temptation. Just a case of finding the right placement. Mark excused himself to go back up to his study to finish off part of his Air Law book. Left Nuala and I to chat things over, I unzipped my jacket and slipped it off. Nuala looked at my jumpsuit, smirked and said, ‘Good lunch?’ I looked down and to my horror, the zip was at waist level and an awful lot of boob was on display, thanks Mike. I said ‘never mind me what have you been up to young lady?’ Intimating I knew something. She came clean had dated Roger a few times (I haven’t seen him for weeks) and yes, got rogered. She said it was fun, it was 'as and when', Michael was happy. So all good. She didn’t allude to Roger and me, so he’d kept our secret and I breathed out. I must see him, apart from the obvious I was dying for details about Nuala. I did detect a rather superior attitude from her, for another time. I went upstairs, dragged Biggles in to the shower and bed, gave him the benefit of my lively disposition till we drifted off.
I’m seeing Kit for lunch on Tuesday at a little hotel near Hedge End by the River Hamble. Lunch is on the Firm, the rest of the evening will be on me, so to speak. Speak soon. Dawn xx