Ecstasy (17 page)

"A
hand job is a lot more socially acceptable," she said as he fingered his
cock. He was no longer in control of his breathing and he watched her as she
oiled the vibrator. Shortly her stroke slowed, only to grab his entire cock in
a fist and work his head with her thumb.

"You
will get a handful of warm sprinkle glue on your hand if you keep doing
that," he muttered with great effort.

"You
will not cum until
I decide
you cum," she cut him short as she
inserted the head of the vibrator between his ass muscles. He strained a little
and his cock hardened even more.

"How
do you like this?" she asked as she turned it on at the lowest setting.

"May
I come?"

"No
way. We'll see daylight before that happens. Remember?"

"I
might take your ass by then."

"You
really want my ass, don't you?" she asked as she worked both his cock and
his ass.

"Yes,
I do."

"We'll
see. It depends on how long you last here. And that depends on me."

"So,
me getting to your ass ultimately depends on you, right?"

"Now
you're learning," she said satisfied as she picked up the stroke and
turned up the vibrator. His body wrinkled a little in anticipation of ecstasy
and she read him well. Her hand squeezed his cock as she increased the stroke
and handled the vibrator deeper into his ass. His hands grabbed the sheets
around him, he closed his eyes and groaned loudly, hoping for her to finish
what she started.

Her
blue eyes watched his face under the power of her sexual spells. She took
immense pleasure in seeing him getting ready for something she knew she wasn't
ready to give him yet. Her hands moved faster and more determined and he was
about to come when suddenly she slowed to a trickle.

"This
is gonna cost you, you know," he moaned threateningly.

"Oh?
How?"

"I
will take your ass right now," he said as he got up, grabbed her
shoulders, turned her around and put her face in the pillow. Gradually, his
cock entered her ass past her tightness and any lingering resistance, and
buried itself deep. She screamed as loud as she could at first, but soon she
realized there was no point in resisting. She wanted his cock in her ass and
quietly begged for it. His hips swerved around and pressed against her butt
mercilessly and she felt his cock thrumming inside her. His hands grabbed her
ass for a second and he tried to stand up behind her. His weight proved too
much for the too of them and he folded on the top of her while her face was
buried in the pillow. Her screams of pleasure muffled by the pillow turned him
on even more and he started pumping her harder.

His
hands interlocked with hers and she squeezed his palms as his cock drove deeper
and more often into her ass. His sweat dripped off his face onto her beautiful
blonde hair and she felt his chest pressing hard against her back. His drive
sent chills and spastic shocks of ecstasy through her body and she knew he
couldn't last much longer.

Unexpectedly,
his motions slowed to almost nothing and he rested on top of her. Yet she felt
his meat thrumming inside her and she realized he broke right before he came.

"You
want to see how much ass-fucking I can take?" she prodded him.

"I
want to make sure we see the daylight before I am done with you."

"What
will you do when you're done with me?" she inquired sensually.

"I
am not going to let you go, that's for sure," he answered and he started
pumping her ass again. Yet his motions were much slower and more thoughtful to
her
needs.

"I
have a feeling you want to make me your little fucking slut."

"I
will definitely fuck you like a little fucking slut."

His
cocking pressure drove her wildest dreams into an ephemeral reality and she
enjoyed his body mastering and man-handling her. His manly body demanded a sort
of rightful privilege over her sexual desires and made them come alive. Her
senses were soon overwhelmed by his power over her body and she finally gave
in.

"Do
as you please, then. But whatever you do, make sure you give me what I
need."

"What
do you need, darling?"

"I
need to cum. I need to cum over your cock and to feel you cum inside my ass. I
need to feel your jizz fill me up and I need to feel your body depleted of
every ounce of sperm that your balls produce.
I want it all
.
I want
you
!
I love you.
"

♥♥♥♥♥

Craig
looked carefully one more time over the files and made up his mind. It was
clear to him that the Halliburton contract was flawed at the very least, or
there was some intentional foul play. Quickly, he picked up the phone and
dialed Lisa's number.

"Hi,
Lisa. How's it going? Is this a bad time to talk about the files?"

"Hi,
Craig. It's never a bad time when you call. What's up?"

"Well,
here's the thing. Corexit was used as an oil aggregator following Deepwater
Horizon's explosion by a BP subcontractor."

"So,
what the big deal about that?"

"All
companies using Corexit in the CONUS have to get special EPA permission before
they use it."

"What
the hell is 'CONUS'?"

"Continental
United States
."

"Ok.
So?" asked Lisa puzzled.

"That
requires at least a 24-hour notice to the EPA from the respective company and
at least a few more days to order and get that stuff."

"I
am sure they did all that. I can't imagine BP bypassing such rules. They've got
too much to lose."

"I
can. The problem with this is that the sub applied the aggregator as soon as
they've got EPA's approval. Like, within a few hours."

"Where
are you going with this, Craig?"

"That
means they had Corexit well stocked or, at the very least, ordered and
delivered before they got the approval to use it."

"Why
should that make such difference?"

"Because
a company can't just get approval, order, receive and apply Corexit as fast as
they did. The chain of events was too fast. Hell, the U.S. Air Force applied
some of that stuff in the gulf and it took them almost three weeks before they
had it delivered to them."

"Ah.
And what does it tell you?"

"It
tells me they've ordered it at least a week or so before the EPA even through
about any need for it in the gulf."

"In
other words?"

"In
other words they ordered it
before
the explosion."

"Before
what explosion?" Lisa asked innocently.

Craig's
temper was not one to allow for much ignorance when competence was needed.

"Before
the Deepwater Horizon platform explosion," he answered curtly.

Lisa's
silence on the other end of the phone told him that she finally understood.

"There
is only one way that could have happened," she concluded finally.

"That's
right. What do you think that is?"

"That's
only if they knew in advance the explosion will take place."

"Or
that they've suspected it."

"What
you're saying is not only that they knew about it, but that they also covered
up after all."

"BP's
action after all would point to that conclusion, but that is only a logical
conclusion. I am not 'saying' it. But it follows naturally from the course of
the events."

"Can
we find out who was the subcontractor?" she asked inquisitively.

"
We
may not, but the EPA definitely can."

"And
how do we ask the EPA to get that answer for us? More importantly, what do we
ask the EPA?"

"'
Us
'?
'
We
'?" he asked with a dose of sarcasm. "I didn't know there
was a 'we' in this deal. You're the journalist here. You're the one who needs
to investigate this. I am just an engineer."

"Ah,
Craig! You will be amply, gratefully and pleasantly rewarded for your efforts!
Come on! Help a girl out in her time of need!" she pleaded girlishly with
him. He took a few seconds to think about the 'offer'.

"Hmmm.
How 'pleasantly rewarded' will I be?"

"How
pleasant do you want the reward to be?"

"Let
me think. I'll get back to you."

"Thanks.
Talk to you later."

♥♥♥♥♥

The
last push-up like to kill him. Carl's body was aching from the power exercises
but he decided that he had to run. Or at least do some jogging. It made him
feel better.

The
weather sounded promising and he looked at the few clouds that spotted the sky.

'Nothing
threatening,' he convinced himself, locked the door of his apartment and walked
toward the park.

The
first line of his jog always took him by the small lake in the center of the
park. It wasn't because of the beautiful women that he preferred that part. It
was the oft secluded trails that gave him a chance to be only with himself and
to reflect on his things. He needed that in his life and he made it a point to
run or jog at least three times a week.

He
started jogging with a little oomph but then he picked up the pace as he went
further along the trail. The solitude of the park and the sound of nothing but
birds chirping gave him a sense of peace and tranquility with the world at
large.

'Ah,
if everyone of us could do this every day! This world would be so much better!'
he reflected.

The
jog soon turned into a light run and he was about to pick it up even more when,
to his surprise, Monica's figure came from the other side of the trail bend, not
far from him. Dressed in running tights and with a shirt seemingly designed so
that her breasts would invite the eyes of any man, Monica was on her morning
run. She also made it a point to maintain not only her godly figure, but also
to keep her mind running as smooth as she could have it run. Running was her
retreat from the world.

"Oh,
hey, Mon! How are you?" he asked a little out of breath and not all that
happy that he'd have to break his pace. She didn't seem to reciprocate his
feelings. With the day off in front of her and wanting to take it as easy as
she could, Monica didn't mind his company. In fact, it was what she seemed to
be missing that day.

"Oh,
heeey, boy! What are you up to! It's so good to see you! You want to run
together?"

"Sure.
Why not?"

They
knew each other since college day and he always had the hots for her, or at
least until Craig made his presence permanent in her life. There was still a
tinge of wish left in his body for her, but the day just didn't seem to be the
right one to him. Ever the gentleman, Carl put his thoughts aside and played
the field. He learned early in life that you don't have to actually enjoy being
with a woman; you just have to make her believe you do.

They
took the trail the way she came and he kept up her pace willingly. The running
was good and he enjoyed the forest around them. As much as he wanted to be
alone, he couldn't help noticing her inviting breasts and did all he could to
keep from staring at them. Slowly, his mind shifted to her beauty and he
reminded himself how smooth her skin was at times. He often wondered if other
parts of her body were as smooth as her hands.

She
was the first to break the run.

"Let's
cool off. I've had it for today," she said as her pace slowed to a
strolling.

"I
am game," he agreed, although he would've liked to run a little more.

"So,
how are things for you, Carl? I haven't seen you in a while!"

"Busy
at the office most of the time. Other than that, taking it easy. How about you?
I've heard through the grapevine that you're set to move up in the CNN
world."

"Yeah,
if Cooper ever moves to
New
York
."

"You
mean Anderson Cooper, right?"

"Right.
He's a nice fellow, but I want his spot."

"I
can certainly understand that."

"How's
your life otherwise?"

"What
do you mean by 'otherwise'?" he asked.

"I
just remember you used to like a good cold, ice-tea after your run," she
changed the subject smoothly.

"I
still do," he confessed unsuspectingly.

"And
I remember just the way you liked it, too!"

"You
do?"

"Yes.
How about I fix you some of it today?"

He
couldn't help but wonder where Monica was going with the proposition.

'Perhaps
she knows I still want her. Perhaps she and Craig are not working out that good
anymore,' he concluded to himself.

"Ahhhh.
Yeah, why not? I didn't know you had that stuff over your apartment. You never
liked black ice-tea."

"I
don't. And my
house
is a mess anyway. I'd rather not," she
emphasized. Carl continued to walk next to her  quietly for a few moments,
puzzled by her words. 'Then why in the hell are you asking me if you can fix me
tea?' his mind asked tacitly.

"But
you have some over
your
apartment," she quickly dispelled his
thoughts as if she read them like a book.

"I
do!" he admitted proudly. 'She still knows how to save the day! And there
is still hope for me to let her know how I feel! And how I could feel around
her. Perhaps this wasn't such a waste of my tranquility time after all,' he
commented proudly in his mind.

"Then
why don't we go there?"

"No
reason. Let's go," he agreed gladly while trying hard to hide it from her.
'She doesn't need to know all my thoughts. She reads me like a goddamned Kindle
already,' he observed to himself once more as they walked to his apartment.

Monica
knew her way around his kitchen and soon Carl was holding a glass of ice-tea in
his hand. She wanted to fix it for him for some reason. It made her feel good
doing something for a man she liked and he didn't have to be
her
man.
She just had to like him, which was hard for her. She was very picky about men.
Too picky for her own good sometimes, she'd been told.

"Carl,
do you remember that conversation we had in college? During the last
semester?" she asked out of the blue. He strained his brain to recall it,
but his mind just refused.

"Ah,
no. I can't say that I do. Come on, Monica! It's been some good while since
then! Please refresh my memory!"

She
smiled at his memory's impotence.

"We
got a little tipsy that evening and you told me how you really felt about
me."

His
face lit up and he smiled.

"Oh,
yes! I do remember it now! Oh, what an evening! So, what about it?"

"So,
how are things now?" she asked him confusingly. It worked.

"I
don't get it."

"I
mean, do you feel the same?"

His
face turned a little red from embarrassment and he didn't know how to
articulate his thoughts. Craig's presence in her life was just as much of an
obstacle now that it was back then.

"Would
it make any difference?"

"Absolutely!"

"Why
is that?"

"To
tell you the truth, it would've always made a difference."

"Is
that simply because you're a woman and because women love to be adored by all
men?"

"Women
don't 'love' to be adored by all men. Just by
some
."

"Ok.
Is that the reason?"

"Why
would my reason matter?"

"Well,
there's got to be a reason behind your question!"

"No,
it does not have to be, but as it happens, there is a reason."

"And
what that might be?"

"Ah,
you'd like to know that, wouldn't you?" she asked as she sat next to him
on his living room sofa. She crossed her legs provocatively, her hair tied in a
pony tail swung around her shoulders enticingly and his breath needed some
readjustment.

"Not
really," he lied unconvincingly.

"Come
on! You'd love to know! Fess up!" she prodded him.

"Let's
say I do. Then what?"

"Then
you remember what else you told me that evening?" she pushed him further,
happy with her small victory over his evasive ways.

"I
told you many things that evening."

"True,
but one of them was exceedingly interesting to me."

"Again,
please feel free to refresh my memory."

"You
told me that a girl has the right to choose more than just her man."

"Oh,
yeah. I've said that. What about it?"

"Isn't
true I have a right to choose who may make me happy?"

"You
do have that right. But didn't you exercise it... don't you exercise that right
when you choose your man?" he corrected himself quickly.

"You're
assuming the man I choose can give me all the happiness I need. But what if
that's not entirely so? What if he can only make me happy in some ways, but not
others?"

"I
am not sure that happiness is so 'fractured', so to say."

"You
mean all happiness comes from a single source?"

"I
didn't say that, but it does seem that many things make us happy. Just in
different ways."

"Riiiight.
That's my point."

"Is
there something you need to make you happier?" It was his turn to prod
her.

"You
mean, am I lacking something in my life to make me happier?"

"Something
like that."

"Hmmm.
And what if I do? Would you be able to do anything about it?"

"That
would depend on what it is!"

"True.
Let's say I told you that I need diversity in my life."

"Diversity?"
he asked puzzled by her words.

"Right.
Diversity."

"Diversity
in what sense?"

"In
the physical sense."

"How
physical?"

"
Very
physical."

"A
good workout is physical, too!"

"A
lot of good 'physical' things can be good workouts!"

"Like
what?"

"Like
getting in a nice warm shower after a cold day, or a nice cool shower after a
hot day. Like a massage. Like...many other things like these."

"And
why do you think a man can't give you these things?"

"I
am sure a man can give me
some
of these things."

"I
meant the man you chose... you choose," he corrected himself again after
clearing his throat.

"Perhaps
that man is not enough."

Carl
gathered his thoughts quickly and measured her face. She was just as beautiful
as she was that evening in college, when they got their closest to one night of
passion. He always regretted not pumping her that night. And now here she was
again, all available and stronger than ever. And just as persuasive as then.
Yet, he didn't know if the impulse of the moment was worth it.

"Is
any man ever enough?"

"That's
not the point."

"I
agree. You think one man can give you what another can't?"

"It's
not that he can't. It's that he won't."

"That's
worse. But the question still stands."

"Yes,
I do think so."

"So,
what is it that you'd like to have from the man who would give it to you?"

"Oh,
Carl darling, a girl has many needs."

"Monica,
it's been a long time since you've been a girl," he antagonized her a
little.

"Come
on, indulge me the passion of the moment," she retorted sensually.

"So,
what needs do you have now?"

"That's
better. But do you really want to know?"

"I
actually do." he attempted to convince her.

"And
what if you could actually take care of that '
need
'? Would you?"

Carl
smiled slightly. 'What the hell, this ought to be good. Let's see where it
goes,' he thought to himself.

"I
am also your friend. So, I do care about your needs."

"
Do
you
, really?" she asked candidly.

"I
do," he reassured her.

She
bit her lower lip and looked at her body a little.

"Carl,
I am really sweaty. Do you mind if I take a quick shower?"

Her
question took him by complete surprise but he was glad to hear it.

"Ha!
Is that what you need right now?"

"No.
That is something I must have. What I need in the shower is different, but
you'll be there to give it to me," she said as she leaned over and kissed
his lips passionately while grabbing his cock. His body needed no further
invitation and in a few moments they were under the warm jet of a welcoming
shower.

A
lot more was to come his way, a lot more than he expected.