Loosening Up Bk. 10 Ch. 36-40 - End

Dave smiled as he stood opposite her, also nude, and starting to stand at attention. "The feeling and the timing are shared. You're hot and stunning, a rare combination."


Dave lay beside her and enveloped her in his arms. He whispered, "We've never kissed, and I don't think I ever wanted anything so much in my life." Their lips met and lightning shot across the room and thunder rolled through the hallway.


He asked, "Are you safe? I think I mentioned that necessity over dinner as one of the things we're careful about in the Circle."


"The paper is in my bag. Yes. You?"


"On my cellphone, but yes."


"Then what are you waiting for? You've been my all-day foreplay and I'm dripping for you."


After a few more kisses, Dave slid slightly lower and made lover to Ginger's breasts, and then slid lower still until he could kiss his way up and down her thighs before focusing on where they joined.


As his tongue and mouth reached her 'ground zero', Ginger moaned into her first orgasm. She warned, "I don't have a lot of experience ... and I tend to get off kind of easy. I'm multi-orgasmic. I hope that doesn't upset you. A couple of guys I dated kind of lost it when I did repeatedly."


"I'll be upset in only in the nicest of ways. My greatest pleasure will be when you are having pleasure and are happy."


Dave played around her pussy, biting gently with his teeth around the area, and then sucking her generous lips into his mouth and twirling them around with his tongue. He'd add long swipes up her slit with his tongue, absorbing as much of her wetness as he could. She tasted like divine nectar, and the aroma was sweet perfume.


At Ginger's urging, he moved again, and penetrated her and their lovemaking started. Dave was turned on but Ginger appeared to be over the top. As he sank into her, she experienced another orgasm. As he worked in and out of her, he used his fingers on the right area at the top of her slit and she came again, writhing under him and urging him to do more.


Ginger started to urge him to cum inside her. She wanted him. "I want to know I'm carrying part of you inside me the rest of our time together. I really like you." Those words and his lust were enough to drive him over the edge. He filled her sweet cavity with his semen as they had the most passionate kiss of their relationship.


Not content to just snuggle at that point, Dave started to repeat his love affair with Ginger's breasts, restoring her pink nipples to their rigid state. His fingers gradually crept back down Ginger's lithe body to her slit and started to massage the wetness he'd left there. Soon, he dropped back and started to lick.


"Oh, my God. No man has ever gone down on me after he came in there!" Ginger was very surprised by his actions. "I never even heard of someone doing that."


The number of Dave's fingers inside her grew rapidly, especially since she was so slippery. After fisting her and eliciting a nice G-spot orgasm, he found Ginger's A-spot and went to work. As orgasmic as she was, she had one small orgasm after another only a minute or so apart. At one point, he thought she'd never build up to a big one, but then she groaned and told him that every pore in her body was getting ready to explode on his hand.


The Experience hit Ginger like a ton of bricks. She screamed her climax and fainted dead away. Dave adjusted to hold her in his arms. As he did, he started to kiss her again. He was slightly devilish and smeared the residue from his hand on her breasts, rubbing the thick creamy liquid into her pale white skin. He knew he'd lick it off, and even as he did, her body twitched and jerked as she seemed to erupt in smaller reminders of 'The Big One' he'd just given her.


As she awoke, her reaction was classic. She loved Dave more than anybody in the world and would do anything to please him. She couldn't even express the depth of her emotional attachment to him. She loved him and would for the rest of time.


Dave realized that those words and her reaction inspired like-minded thoughts in his head. He loved this new girl and would move heaven and earth to make her happy and fulfilled.


Ginger and Dave made love twice more before sleep overtook them. As they drifted off to sleep, Ginger was naked and stretched out atop his supine form. They remained connected from the love they shared, and they slept.


Chapter 37 -- Oklahoma - Texas


The packing job of luggage on the motorcycle was a masterpiece of arrangement and the art of bungee cord use. Ginger tested things here and there to be sure nothing would blow off as they headed south out of Wichita.


Dave turned back to her and patted her snug rear end in her Daisy Duke shorts. "Against the wall and spread 'em, babe!" Ginger leaned against the brick wall of the hotel and spread her legs as instructed, just as if Dave were a cop about to frisk her. Dave rubbed a copious amount of suntan lotion onto his two hands and started at her ankles and shoes worked his way up her legs slathering on the SPF 70 lotion.


"I don't want my favorite red head to be in pain tonight from sunburn. You do have fair skin, you know." He repeated the process of greasing up his rider for each arm, the part of her chest that showed and some that didn't, her neck, and then let her do her own face. Dave did his own body with Ginger helping here and there, teasing him by touching delicate body parts through his jeans and t-shirt.


Dave kissed various limbs and parts of her skin. "Someday, I'm going to have to count all your freckles. I love every one of them."


The two of them had made love again that morning, picking up from where they'd left off the night before. The love Ginger felt for Dave hadn't waned at all since he'd given her the Experience the night before. For that matter, he felt more romantic attachment to her than usual.


Ginger explained the phenomena: "The Experience just obliterates the boundaries that women put in place to protect themselves from bad experiences. Once they wake up, they tell genuinely how they feel, probably hoping that they won't be rejected. Their love, like mine, is genuine and only grows."


Dave helped her onto the bike, and then helped her get her helmet positioned and attached properly. He explained about the intercom. She said, "I'm so excited, I may wet my pants."


Dave wagged a finger at her, "Don't do that, you'll soak part of the luggage under and behind you." She laughed.


Dave mounted the bike in front of her, got his helmet on, and then started the bike. He checked everything one more time, made sure the intercom worked, and off they went. As he motored out of Wichita, he made a command decision and talked to Ginger about it. She didn't care, so he headed for Interstate 35.


Dave ran some numbers in his head, "Honey, do you care whether we go straight to Dallas today. We'll kind of short-change Oklahoma, but we can stop in Oklahoma City for lunch and probably be in Dallas well before dinner."


Ginger agreed. At her direction, they ate at the Bricktown Brewery, a nice American pub a short-distance from the Interstate in OK City. After roaming through the city center, they got back on the Interstate.


Over lunch, Ginger had more questions about the Circle, including how they implemented some of the core values, such as equality. Dave also talked about EneRG and how he'd applied some of the same principles to the management of the revolutionary battery company. Ginger was enough of an engineer and knew enough about management to really appreciate some of what he'd done.


Dave recalled the Oklahoma scene from Cricket's book, Road Trip. There was some debutant's ball and after-party that turned into an orgy scene with everybody fucking everybody else. While scandalous, her treatment of the perverted scene had been humorous and erotic for readers in the right frame of mind. Later, he'd introduce that book to Ginger.


The two of them pulled up in front of the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Dallas exactly at five p.m. They were both a little stiff from riding, plus, as expected, the flat scenery had not been awe-inspiring as they rode.


Ginger danced around the motorcycle helping to untie and unload things onto the luggage cart. She was all legs, a gorgeous ass, a conservative buxom top, and her red hair that just shone in the sunlight. Everybody that walked by slowed and took a long look at the hot young woman. She glowed.


Dave turned over the luggage cart to a bellhop. Based on a call he'd made from Oklahoma City; he was pre-registered. He's asked for the suite Ashley had planned to start using the next day, and that was available. The three band suites were not ready that evening due to some kind of convention going on at the hotel.


A valet allowed Dave to park his motorcycle only a few feet from the main door. Dave liked that. It was undercover and in a secure area. Further, Ashley and the others would see the bike when they arrived at the hotel and know he was in town.


After checking out the room and picking a bedroom for them to use, Dave said, "I want to go for a run and use the gym. You?"


Ginger smiled, "I think I'll go for a run and use the gym, too."


Her reply provoked a discussion about whether she was a regular at a gym or the jogging trails. She was. Moreover, Dave learned that she was a blue belt karate student, and that she also did some long-distance bicycling; something she called a 'century' -- doing a hundred-mile bicycle trip in one day.


The two ignored their stages of undress and changed into running attire. They were out the door and did a jog through some of the downtown streets. Dave led them to the American Airlines Center, the building they'd be in on Saturday night for the concert. One door was open, so they peeked into the building carefully watched by a security guard they'd pleaded with for a glimpse inside the arena. The place seemed immense, but only held twenty-one-thousand people.


The couple left the area, and continued to jog through various city streets and parks for another hour. They cooled off by walking the last yards to the hotel. Ginger looked hyper-appealing as they got to the main entrance. About five-hundred lawyers from the convention were waiting for their cars from the valet or taxis as they walked up. Dave noted that he attracted zero glances. Ginger created five-hundred fantasies as they went inside the building.


They spent a half-hour in the gym, mostly on weights and some calisthenics to exercise muscles other than those used in jogging or riding a motorcycle.


Dave suggested they swim in the morning, since the time was getting well into the dinner hour. Ginger agreed. They shared a romantic shower, but resisted making love. She declared she had a new hobby, however; running her soapy naked body all over Dave to help him get clean.


The couple walked a few blocks to Perry's Steakhouse and Grille. The Ritz concierge got them a good table and even had a discount coupon for them to use.


Back at the hotel, there was a Thursday evening dance going on with a jazz combo on the roof of the Ritz. They went up, ordered some wine, and started to dance. Ginger just blended into Dave's body as natural as could be. Her whole body from knees to lips were pressed against his. While dancing, they kissed a lot.


There were many out of town lawyers present in the mix, all male, and all intensely interested in replacing Dave as Ginger's object of interest for the evening. While her little black dress screamed sex appeal, it also screamed fuck me. She intended the message for Dave, but there was some overflow to some of the more inebriated men.


Just as they were sitting, one young buck came to the table and engaged Ginger, "I was wondering whether I might have a dance with you?"


Ginger sized him up, "I think not. I'm with my boyfriend. Thank you though."


"Aw, come on. I'm harmless, and I know I'm a good dancer. I won't step on your feet." The man pleaded in an obnoxious tone. "You could do a lot worse," he shot a disparaging glance at Dave.


Ginger studied him and squinted her eyes at him, "Do you have a permission slip from you wife and a recent STD test showing that you're clean? If not, you're wasting your time. Go and find someone less observant and insightful than I am."


Dave had stood during the interaction, sensing some trouble.


The guy said, "Bitch!" quite loudly. Many people in the place turned.


Ginger smiled and loudly said, "I like baseball. I calls 'em the way I sees 'em. You are married, wearing a wedding ring you obvious forgot to remove so you could score in your inebriated state, you're trying to play around on your wife while you're away, and I bet if I was willing you couldn't even get a hard-on because you've drunk too much. Because of that, I don't trust that you are disease free and neither should your wife. I hope you have enough sense to get tested before you have sex at home."


Quick as a flash the man said, "Whore!" His left hand swung around and slapped her cheek hard. The strike echoed around the room in the silence the confrontation had created. Even the jazz combo they'd been dancing to had suddenly stopped playing. Everyone was looking at them. Ginger clutched her face and cried out. The man's other hand clenched into a fist as though he planned to slug her.


The man's hand had not even fully recovered from the slap when the fist started forward aimed at Ginger's jaw. Dave's hand came down on the forearm with the clenched fist as it started forward. Dave's martial arts strike was so hard the snap of bone could be heard throughout the lounge over the sound of silence that the man had inspired cursing Ginger so loudly and then her retort.


The lawyer's other hand moved to punch Dave as he reeled backwards from Dave's strike. Dave used the man's momentum and a little redirection to lead him into a muddled pile of drunk lawyer on the floor with one arm twisted up behind his back. By then, the bouncer-maître d' of the lounge had arrived. Dave let go and the man collapsed further. He was swearing at Ginger and at Dave and holding his forearm. He was not happy.


Dave said calmly, "This man accosted my lady friend. He is drunk and disorderly, and needs to be thrown out of here and the hotel if he is a guest." He turned to care for Ginger. "He probably needs medical care. I think I broke his arm."


"Yes, sir, Mr. Prentiss." A waiter and the bouncer helped the lawyer stagger to his feet and force-walked him towards the exit. He man continued to hold his right forearm in a tender manner. Dave thought he'd need a splint of some kind before the night was over. He'd drunk so much he probably wasn't feeling all of the pain that he should.


Dave was surprised that the maître d' knew his name. Several people around them commiserated with them about what had happened and then things seemed to return to normal. The jazz group restarted the music and some dancing got going again.


Another nicely dressed and lawyerly looking man came to the table. "Please excuse me. I need to apologize for my ... associate ... my former associate. He was way out of line and had way too much to drink tonight. I know it may be of little solace, but his performance at your table has seriously damaged his career prospects with my firm and many others who are represented here at our conference. I don't think you'll hear from him again." The man assured himself that Ginger was all right, shook our hands by way of apology, and left.


Later, the maître d' came to the table and also apologized for letting a guest get so out of hand. The man had been permanently expelled from not only the lounge, but also the hotel and blacklisted by the Ritz worldwide. He comped their drinks for the evening and they found a fruit bowl in the suite when they returned with a nice card of apology from the hotel manager.


Ginger was aghast at what had happened. She rubbed her cheek. "I've had no end of guys hit on me but this was the worst of the worst situations I've had. It happened so fast. I've never had one hit me when I turned him down, and ... what you did. Did you break a bone?"


"I think I did. He was numb; I don't think he felt it but he will. I don't know my own strength sometimes. I briefly thought about following the martial arts progression, too: avoid the conflict, block further attack, if that seems impossible then attack to injure, then hurt, and if that seems to not be working you go for the kill."


Ginger nodded, "Just what I was taught; go for the minimum amount of force that will get the job done. I was so slow out of the starting gates. You had the problem solved before I woke up that there was a serious problem there. He was going to slug me. He'd have broken my jaw. I didn't mind being called the names. Sticks and stones kind of stuff, you know."


Dave harrumphed, "I was ready to flatten him for using the 'B' word on you. I was ready to act before he did."


Ginger laughed, "You should see me on my PMS days. I can be pretty bitchy, but that's not my normal nature."


"Come on, let's enjoy our wine and then, if you're still interested, I want to make love to you."


"Interested? ME? Why Mr. Prentiss, you've clearly mistaken me for a nymphomaniac that wants nothing more than to be pummeled into the mattress multiple times before I sleep on your cock as you give me orgasm after orgasm. Actually, you're not mistaken. That's exactly who I am." She giggled.


Dave chuckled, "I'm not sure I saw it this way, but most of the Circle is comprised of nymphomaniacs. The clinical term is hypersexual. We all have very high libidos -- men and women, alike. We just find it convenient that people we love are all around us, so there is always someone to enjoy sex with in a loving way."


"The more you talk, the more it sounds like a place I should be." Ginger smiled at him.


The couple stood and headed back to their suite.


Ginger chuckled, "After I finish my degree in December, I was thinking I could move right into your Circle, and then I'd want to get a job nearby."


"Seriously?"


"Very seriously. I love everything you told me, and your description of the people ... without even meeting them, I just know we're compatible ... at least with most of them."


Dave took his cellphone out and made a call to Steve Reagan, a mechanical engineering professor at the nearby university in Sarasota, and the head of the robotics research lab there that employed over a dozen people, many of them from the Circle. He put the call on speaker so Ginger could hear, but not loud enough to disturb those at the next table. "Hi Steve, is this a good time to talk for a minute?"


Steve laughed, "I'm in your bed, having just had a very loving hour with Tatiana. What's up?"


"Hi, Tatiana. I love you and miss you."


"Come home to me, husband. I miss you. Here I am all naked and loveable. Steve gives very nice orgasms, as good as yours. You could have sloppy seconds."


Steve said, "Gee, thanks. I guess I'm chopped liver. What's up?"


"I am sitting in Dallas with a pretty red-head I met in Wichita. She's all but a few weeks from finishing her mechanical engineering degree, loves the field of robotics and aviation, and has been interning at Cessna, but the future there is evaporating in front of her due to cutbacks. She also thinks she'd love the Circle."


"What school?"


Ginger spoke up, "Hi. Wichita State University. I'm ending a six-year work-study program. I've been working my way through. My GPA is 3.8. Besides Cessna, I also worked in the college library as a research assistant. The job was good, and I was able to study about a third of the time between requests from faculty or staff."


"Tell me about your interest in robotics," Steve asked.


"That interest is about year old. I got increasingly interested in the production process at Textron in both their Cessna and Beech divisions. They don't use robotics too much; some machine control, but nothing serious. A lot of their stuff is outsourced as you might expect, but some of what they make is custom. Anyway, I just think they could do it cheaper, better, faster with some inexpensive robots along the lines. I actually studied the field so I could make my points better with some of the managers here, but it didn't fly. I don't think I did enough on the cost-benefit analysis to convince them."