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Janis 1
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The Awakening of Janis
He'd talked to her an innumerable number of times on the telephone. As
a matter of fact, they had been casually flirting over AT&T for nearly 6
months. Neither had seen one another so as they walked into the meeting
room where they were supposed to have their weeklong meeting, both were
looking for the other. He knew her right away because she was the only
woman in the room. Before the meeting began, he made a point of walking
up and introducing himself. "Hi, I'm Peter Watkins," he said. "I
believe we've met, over the phone." Her handshake was firm but there
was no commitment there and her eyes only glimpsed his as they said
their pleasantries.
It was a working meeting and she was in one group while he was in
another. Only occasionally did they have to address one another. Toward
the end of the meeting, he asked for some assistance from anyone in the
room. As she looked at him, their eyes met, seriously, for the first
time. He knew, she was his. Of course, in a meeting such as this, there
was no time for exploring the relationship further. But tomorrow was
another day.
Since she lived in the general area, she left with her car pool and he
wandered back to the hotel following the meeting. The next morning, he
was in the meeting room getting ready for the meeting when she came in
with an arm full of papers to be distributed. He jumped up to help her
and lifted the load from her arms. As he did, his arm brushed against
her body. To anyone else, it would have looked innocent, but he knew
there was electricity passed on that casual touch. So did she; they
both knew it. During the day, he had several other opportunities to be
close to her. His touch was returned, albeit only slightly, each time.
He knew she was his. She knew she was attracted to this man.
That's all there was to this first meeting. Although they did go to
dinner at her home and met her husband, two children, dogs, cats and
assorted other house guests. He knew, however, there would be many more
meetings and the foundation had been laid. She knew too.
The next time was a working meeting in Phoenix, far from both their
homes. As usual, the first day was casual, with the greetings and small
talk that normally accompanied such meetings. Oh sure, they got their
work done but the real meeting was to take place later.
They all went to dinner at a local restaurant. He made sure he sat next
to her and they visited cordially all evening. His leg casually brushed
up against hers several times and was met with little resistance. His
touches were returned and the electricity between them began to build to
a crescendo. As they returned back to the motel, in his rented car, he
made sure she was the last person to be driven to her area of the motel.
He pulled into a parking place and shut off the engine and lights. His
arm reached out and playfully touched hers. She looked at him and they
kissed. It was a long, deep kiss; each other's tongue probing the
other's mouth. His hand sought out her breast and she pulled away from
him abruptly.
"What's the matter," he asked. "Nothing," she said; "I have to go to my
room." He walked her to her room and then returned to his. He was so
sure that he had read her right, yet she had pulled away from him. "What
the hell is going on," he wondered. Just then the phone rang.
"Hello," he said. "I'm sorry," she said. "That's OK," he muttered.
"What was the problem?" he asked. "I'm married - you are too," she
said. "I can't do this," she protested. "Besides, I'm in the middle of
my period," she stated matter of factly. "That's OK," he said,
reassuringly, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I
just thought you wanted to ..." I do... did," she stammered. "This is
so difficult - its my first time for any of this and I don't know what
to do. I want you so bad - but what about my husband, my children. What
would they think?" "Hey, you're a big girl," he said, "You have to make
up your mind what is right for you."
"What does your wife think?", she asked. "If I don't tell her, she
doesn't think anything," he said. They talked for two hours and finally
hung up. He knew she was his; but it may take a while. She was
extremely driven by sex but she had to work through this. They would
have many more times together and they could wait.
"Do you want to make love to me," he asked. "Oh yes," she stammered.
He could tell, just by her voice on the phone, she was blushing. "Will
you do it next time we meet?", he asked. "Yyyyyessss," she whispered in
the phone. Do you want me to lick your clit?" he asked. There was a
pause on the phone, he heard a quick breath, "Don't say that," she said,
"Someone might be listening." "You're getting wet down there, aren't
you?", he
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