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Con: Vention

The holidays were done.  The dull winter had set in, many people leaving their lights and decorations up to keep the festive air going.  It was back to the routine of work for many.

Mark was helping Jackie pack.  They were going away for almost two weeks, but not on vacation.  There was a convention in Miami that they and two others from the company were going to, the four of them to man the booth in the vender’s hall and schmooze with as many potential clients as possible.

“Are you sure this is what he wants you to wear?”  Mark held up one of the new shirts, looking at how little fabric there was in them, even though they were still a size 20.

Jackie nodded.  “The skirts are short, too.  I’m not sure why Frank insisted, but Mary and I had to go shopping, and it was on the company dime, too.”

Mark refolded the shirt and put it in the large suitcase.  “I think he is micromanaging with this.  A new outfit for every day at the convention?  Phil and I had to do that, too.”

Jackie sealed the top of the clear bag and tossed her jewelry into the luggage.  “I know I don’t want to spend $30 to get a shirt laundered at the hotel.”

Mark blinked.  “Wow.  Maybe I’ll put in a few extra...”

Jackie laughed.  She was happy.  She was happy they were both going, and able to share a room.  She was also happy that her Mother had liked him, and had not started in on asking when they were getting married, at least until the last day she was there.

“I saw that you had some new shirts, too.”

Mark looked up shyly.  He nodded and said, “They are a little tight, but both Phil and I have them.  They have the company logo on them, so we have to wear them.”

Jackie put the clear bag with the second pair of heels in the luggage.  “Why Phil?  He has been in the company only three months and does samples accounting.  Not that I am objecting.  You two make a pair-”

Mark stepped to Jackie and kissed her.  “You know I’ve wanted to see you with him.  It would be almost like watching me with you.”

She giggled like a teen and kissed him.  It felt so different from before he had made it clear to her that he wanted her and loved her.  Mark had let Jackie come out of her shell, and to let herself have permission to grow in many ways.  “We will have to see how the timing works out down there...”

His arms were around her, his hands on her round ass.  “I don’t know even the slightest how to bring something like that up with him.”

“If it happens, it happens.”  Jackie kissed his chin and turned in his arms, his hands sliding on her hips and then holding her to him as she tried to put another pair of shoes into a clear bag.  He started to grind slightly into her and she had to steady herself on the closet door.

“We have an hour until the car comes to pick us up...”  Mark’s voice was full of lust and promise.  His hand went from her stomach to her breast and started to fiddle with the button holding her shirt closed over her breasts.

“Mark!”  She gasped as he slid his hand in and started to grope her breast.  “We only have an hour!  I already took a shower, hun.  You cum like a racehorse and I don’t have time-”

He turned her around and reached into his pocket.  “I am a boy scout.”  A condom was in his hand.

She laughed.  “Oh, Mark.  I am glad you want to.  So do I, but we don’t have time.”

He pouted.  “Please?”  He started to pull her to the bed.  “I will buy you something while we are down there.”

Jackie felt his hands pushing up her skirt and she could not really object.  They had not had the time to be together for three days and it had been distracting working together and not being able to do anything about it.  “What will you buy me?”

He grinned as he pushed her panties to the side and felt how ready she was.  “One of those Miami Bikini’s.  Postage stamp sized.”

She used the strength that she had been gaining with the weightlifting and pushed him onto the bed.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

Mark’s hands were on himself, pulling his hard cock from his pants and pushing the pants and underwear down slightly to keep Jackie’s juices from staining his travel clothes.  “Bright purple with yellow polkadots.”

Jackie was straddling Mark as he put the condom on.  “I will use it as a slingshot and throw muffins at your window every morning.”  She gasped as he slid into her.

“You want to make me go off...my...regimen.”  Mark was thrusting up into Jackie and holding onto her hips.

“Fuck you,” Jackie panted as she rolled her hips in time to Mark’s thrusts.  “You eat twice, ah, as much as I do and don’t gain, ah!  Don’t gain anything.”

He smiled as he said, “That’s because I have to keep pace with...  Augh!  You!”  Mark’s fingers held onto Jackie tight as he started to cum.  He went as fast as he could, trying to get her to cum, too, but he knew it was not enough.

They were panting into each other’s mouths.  Jackie was still moving slightly, feeling Mark’s cock shrink inside her.  He groaned and she knew she had to move before the condom slipped out.

“Now I am going to be horny for the trip.  Thank you, hun.”

Mark shakily took off the condom and put it into the wrapper before putting it into the trash beside the bed.  “Two bikini’s.”

Jackie slapped his ass when he stood, both of them smiling.

Jackie and Mark

Ex: Boyfriend

The two apartment situation was good for them.  They lived within sight of each other, spent nights with each other, worked with each other.  It was also good when they could have some time away from each other.

This morning, Jackie’s note on her kitchen window said, ‘Smoothies?’.  She taped it up and went to get dressed.  She heard the door to her apartment open and close as she was in the bathroom, trying out some of the make-up Mary had gotten her.  There was a chuckle at the doorway.

“I look like a clown.”

Mark’s hand went to her shoulder and then slid down to her ass as he stepped into the bathroom.  “No, you don’t, babe.  You don’t need it.  You are beautiful.  Mary has been pushing at you again, hasn’t she?”

Jackie nodded and looked at the color she had just smeared on her eyelids.  The color palate had said mauve, but it looked like pinky purple with just a bit of brown to her.  She took a tissue and wiped at her eyes until most of the color was off.  Mark waited until the woman in his arms settled down a little before going in for a kiss.

Marks hands always ended up holding onto Jackie’s ass.  She had objected when they first were going out, but now she liked it.  He made no bones about his love of her butt and she was liking herself more, too.  It showed in many ways, but Mark just liked Jackie for herself.

It was a weekday.  They couldn’t just hop into bed, which both of them wanted that morning.  Mark had most of his work clothes on, his suit jacket hanging up next to his coat in the little hall.  Jackie still had to put her blouse on and that was cause for some distraction.

Mark held Jackie and started to kiss down her neck, heading for her breasts.  Her hands held his shoulders, feeling the heat coming from them from his morning weight lifting work out.  He had gotten level with her breasts, nuzzling into one when the phone rang.

They both laughed.  He got off his knee and brushed absently at it as Jackie went to answer the phone.

“... Hey!...  Um, not that I know of-”  Jackie pulled her new laptop open and looked for the calendar.  “Hold on.  Yes, I’m looking.”

Mark saw that whomever it was had taken all of Jackies’ attention.  She had mentioned smoothies, so he went ahead and started to make some.  He had introduced her to them after he had gained a few pounds from her baking.  He really liked her cooking, and just eating with her in general.  Mark worked out every day and did eat about twice as much as most people he knew.  When he started to go out with Jackie, he didn’t have to hide his appetite and she had started to make amazing crumbles and cakes and things he did not know the names of, but were almost as sweet as her lips. »Read More

Birthday: Present

For many years, Jackie had ignored her birthday.  It had once been important to her, but with age and responsibility, it just became a day on the calendar.  Her age became something to remember to change when filling out forms.  It wasn’t just the youth-centric society that seemed to push her age in her face after she turned 35, it was just uncomfortable remembering how many years she had lived, and been alone.

Jackie had an o.k. job, one where she could blend in with the other people in cubicles.  She had few personal items in her space, but just enough to keep it from looking like it was empty.  Generic knickknacks kept people from stopping in and talking with her when she was trying to get the paperwork done.  There was always paperwork.

There was someone new in HR.  Jackie could tell because there was a rash of cards that went through to be signed right before ‘impromptu’ parties in the conference room.  This always happened for about a month before the ennui and budget caught up with them.  Jackie winced when she saw a card get passed round about a week before her birthday, but she did not get a chance to sign it.  She checked her calendar.  Yes, her birthday was the next week.

Such things were put to the back of her mind as she tried to finish the reports on the demographics they needed for the next meeting.  There was always another report, and always another meeting.  Jackie liked the flow of that, the deadline not an obstacle or hurdle, but a goal and guidepost to the next.

One of the managers dropped off a printout of the statistics or demographics she needed most mornings, even though he could have just emailed it to her.  It was often that she thanked him and smiled up at him from her desk.  He had a nice smile, a dimple showing before he looked up and left, going through the cubicle maze before one of the supervisors went through after him.  Jackie shook her head as she watched the short skirt on the young, skinny Miss Levit go by.  It was a ritual that happened most mornings and Jackie looked forward to the statistics meetings with Mr. Hancock most afternoons.

The morning of her birthday, Jackie woke early for no apparent reason.  Not too early, but even half an hour was different.  She turned on the T.V. and set about making breakfast as usual, starting with heating up coffee left over from the day before.  She overate.  Jackie knew that.  She had gone from a modest 12 to a 20 in about six years.  She went shopping once a year to get things that fit, donating what didn’t.  She liked to cook, and with no one else to cook for, she ate what usually was for two people.

Being up early, she was able to make a peach crumble for breakfast.  She had the canned peaches her sister had sent her in the summer in the back of the refrigerator.  Jackie smiled, thinking that canning should have kept it safe, but her sister didn’t always seal things right.

Oatmeal, butter, turbinado sugar from 20 little packets...  Jackie had to raid the coffee making supplies for the sugar.  She stood at the counter by the window into the kitchen tearing the packets until she filled the measuring cup to the level she needed.  Jackie pulled the curtains slightly closed but a gap still was there letting in some light.  She had to go shopping at some point to get more staples for the pantry, but the cane sugar was excellent tasting in the crumble, even if it was slightly sandy with the large crystal sugar. »Read More

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