The morning alarm rang. Jonathan shut it off, as he looked at the lighted
dial: 5:00 a.m.
Jennifer rolled over and squinted her eyes at him.
“What time is it?” she asked in a raspy voice.
He smiled devilishly at her. “I wanted to enjoy my last morning with you,
darling, so I set
the alarm early.”
“Your last morning with me? You do plan on returning, don’t you?” Jennifer
said sleepily,
rolling back over.
“Well, yes, but I’ll be gone for ten days and I just know that I’m going to
miss you
terribly.” Jonathan snuggled up closely behind his wife, nuzzling her ear. He
knew that would
drive her crazy. Jennifer murmured softly and moved closer to him. He slid his
hand up under her
silk blue pajamas, stroking her stomach. Butterflies cascaded down her belly
and between her
legs. She moaned in pleasure.
“What would you like for breakfast?” he whispered slyly into her ear.
“Whatever you
desire.”
Jennifer rolled over slowly toward him. “Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
She took his hand and slipped it down between her legs. Jonathan was only too
eager to
please his beautiful wife. He would take his time to pleasure her, as he
always did, straining to
hold back his primitive impulses. He had learned to maximize his own pleasure
by waiting. He felt
the warmth between her legs, the softness of her thighs, and then dipped his
fingers into her,
slowly and rhythmically. Jonathan heard her catch her breath - just what he
wanted to hear.
Jennifer moaned and spread her legs open wider.
He moved in between her legs and began unbuttoning her pajama top. Her
breasts were
firm, her nipples swollen with desire. He kissed her belly and then moved
downward. Holding her
thighs open, Jonathan slid his tongue inside her, playfully licking and
probing. Jennifer arched her
back and began to whimper. Jonathan’s skillful tongue and fingers sent waves
of pleasure
throughout her body. She clutched the pillows above her head and shuddered in
ecstasy. Jonathan
raised himself to kiss her lips and muffle her cries. He chuckled, “Let’s not
wake up Max.”
Jennifer wrapped her arms around Jonathan’s neck, holding him close. She
loved the feel
of him, the smell of him. She could feel his erection growing and wanted to
please him back.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the bedroom door.
Jonathan groaned. “What is it, Max!”
“Sorry, Mr. H. I have your breakfast ready. I know you needed to leave
early,” Max said
from behind the door.
Jonathan rolled off his wife, as she buttoned up her pajamas quickly. “Shall
I tell him I
already had my breakfast?” she said teasingly.
Max entered the room, dressed in lime green golf duds, carrying a breakfast
tray. “Here ya
go,” he said, setting down the tray. “I’m off to the golf course today. How do
I look?”
Jonathan and Jennifer looked at each other, smiling. “Just dapper, Max,” they
said in
unison. Jonathan rolled his eyes and grinned.
“Have a good trip, Mr. H. Sorry I can’t drive you to the dock tonight.”
“No problem, Max. Jennifer will be my driver tonight.”
Max turned and left the room with a spring in his step.
“Hmmm,” Jennifer said, looking at his omelette, “is that what you wanted for
breakfast?”
“Ah, actually, I was hoping for something a little more gratifying,” he said
with mock
innocence. Oh, how she loved that boyish charm.
“Lie down,” she commanded seductively. He obeyed dutifully.
Jennifer slipped her leg over his stomach and mounted him. She slowly
unbuttoned her
pajamas and tossed them on the floor. Jonathan reached up to touch her
breasts, but she
intercepted his hands, shaking her head. “No, no, no,” she cooed softly.
Jennifer reached over and took the cloth napkins from the breakfast tray. She
tied them
together, wrapped it around Jonathan’s wrists, and tied them back behind his
head. Jonathan
willfully submitted to whatever Jennifer had up her sleeve. His erection grew
as he gazed up at
Jennifer’s tussled, auburn hair, her gorgeous almond eyes, and her luscious
breasts hovering over
him. Then, she slipped away quickly, going to the breakfast tray again.
“Hey, don’t leave me like this,” he said pleadingly.
Jennifer took a mouthful of warm tea in her mouth and turned toward her
husband,
smiling mischievously. She crawled back onto the bed and took hold of
Jonathan’s erection. With
one motion, she pushed his throbbing penis into her mouth, now half-full with
warm water.
Jonathan moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. Rhythmically, Jennifer
made him ache for
release, but stopped before she knew he was ready, and gulped down what was
rest of the tea.
Jonathan was panting and sweating, as Jennifer switched positions. She sat up
on his
lower chest and kissed him. His lips were warm and relaxed.
“I want you, “ he groaned.
“How badly?” she teased.
Jonathan made a slight attempt at pulling his arms loose and feigned a
struggle. He could
have easily slipped his hands out, but he was enjoying being held captive.
Jennifer hovered over
him, bringing her breasts close to his lips. He craned his neck to catch her
nipple in his mouth, but
she moved teasingly out of reach. Jonathan whimpered like a neglected child.
He was feeling the
urge to penetrate her so strongly that he had to control himself. Jennifer
sensed his urgency and
lowered her nipple to his lips. He hungrily kissed and suckled at them.
Jonathan could not hold back any longer. He yanked his hands free and gently
tossed
Jennifer on her back. He nudged her legs open and thrust his hard penis deep
inside her. “Oh,
yes,” he cried, plunging deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jennifer wrapped
her arms around
him, holding his buttocks and helping to push deeper. She began to whimper
softly. Finally, they
both climaxed, falling exhausted in each other’s arms.
Jonathan was humming some old tune while he finished shaving. Making love to
Jennifer
had given him that familiar feeling of serenity. He loved every inch of her -
the smell of her skin,
the touch of her cheek, her femininity. She was so totally a woman. He was
going to miss her, but
this latest crisis at Hart Shipping Lines needed to be handled. His chief
executive and captain of
the fleet had spoken very seriously with him about the suspected smuggling on
board the Hart
Line. Jonathan knew that he needed to get personally involved to appreciate
the full scope of the
problem. He did not want to leave it in the hands of the FBI, whom he was sure
would only target
their primary suspect. Manuel Lopes (AKA Manny Lovering, Marc Littlefield,
Marcos Lopez)
had been on their Most Wanted list for six years and they wanted to get their
man. Unfortunately,
Jonathan knew that they would only want to get Lopes, and if there were other
Hart Industry
employees involved, Jonathan wanted to make sure that they were held
responsible too. He did
not want any bad seeds working for him.
“Darling, you will be home for dinner tonight, right?” Jennifer asked, coming
out of the
shower.
“I should be home around 5:00. We’ll have to have an early dinner because I
need to meet
Captain Daniels at the port by 8:00.”
“That should be enough time,” Jennifer replied cryptically. “I have a special
bon voyage
treat for you.”
Jonathan smiled, relishing the very thought.
Kurt Jameson stood sullenly staring out the picture window in the lab.
Despite the
awesome view of the Pacific Ocean in front of him, he still felt uneasy and
uninspired. He had
logged in 64 hours this week, and he felt like he was getting nowhere. He had
been working on
this research project for over two years and was not getting any closer to
isolating the plant
enzymes that he was sure would heal and replenish damaged skin. He needed to
bring some
closure to this research or his tenure at the university would be in jeopardy.
But, more
importantly, the implications of his research were far-reaching. Skin grafting
would become a
thing of the past.
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was his good friend and old college roommate,
Stanley
Freesen. He and Stanley were as different as night and day, and yet they got
along like brothers.
“Hey, Stanley, how’s everything in Corporate America?” Kurt said amicably.
“Oh, yeah, right. Hart Industries is not that kind of place,” Stanley
laughed. “You should
come for a visit sometime. After all, it does finance the lab you’re working
in.”
“I know. I know. I’m just not a suit-and-tie kind of guy. You know that...so,
what’s up?”
Kurt inquired.
“Not much. We’re having a small party for Mr. Hart when he returns from a
business trip
in ten days. We’re planning it now actually. I was just wondering...I have a
friend who needs a
date, and I wanted to know if you were up to meeting a very desirable lady.”
Kurt had to laugh. He was used to getting “fixed up” by his friends, but at
40, it was
getting to be a bad joke. It never seemed like he connected with the women he
met. They were
either too pretentious or too impressed with the fact that Kurt was a
university researcher. He
was hard pressed to find the woman of his dreams: intelligent, kind, and
funny, and especially
someone who was independent. He sighed.
“Thanks, Stanley, but I really have too much to do these days. For one, if I
don’t finish my
research within the next six months, my job will be in jeopardy. Second, my
grant money is
running dry and I still need to go out and retrieve some plant samples. The
expedition itself would
cost a few thousand dollars. I’m just stressed out about the whole thing,”
Kurt said, feeling the
perspiration on his neck.
“Hmmm,” Stanley thought aloud, “I’m sure Hart Industries would give you a
grant to
finish the project. Why don’t you come by tomorrow and I’ll see if Mrs. Hart
can meet with you.
She usually likes to get involved in the company’s philanthropic ventures.
Bring all your data and
be prepared to present the project to her. Meet me at 11:00 a.m. in the front
lobby.”
Kurt hesitated, but then he realized he had nothing to lose. “OK, old buddy,
I’ll give it a
try.”
