Page 5 of CEO February: Brax Danvers
“They’re gone by about one, and only here Monday to Wednesday nights,” he said. He turned to walk away and picked up a discarded tissue as he did.
I shuddered at the thought he was cleaning up after them, if that’s what he was doing, but I was also impressed. Perhaps it was an organized meeting. I wasn’t about to ask him, however. I turned and ran, finding my way back to the main trail, and retraced my steps home.
I showered and lay on the bed. Was I really hoping to see her again? If I just wanted sex I could hook up with a multitude of women, so why was spying onherso tempting? Monday was a long time to wait, I decided.
The following day I closed my office door, a signal that I wanted some peace, and I researched. Finding hookup sites was easy if you knew where to look. I joined one and left a comment that I was interested in outdoor sex and gave a rough location. Within a minute I was inundated with pictures of cocks and pussies, offers of spanking or fucking.
Only one warranted an answer.
Hi, if you’re interested in outdoor play, then I recommend you email this address, say that you’ve been recommended by Tasha, and you’re after more information.
That was all, other than the email address.
I replied:I’m not sure I want to just randomly email a stranger.
But you’re happy to fuck one?came the reply, and I laughed.Fair point, I thought. I clicked off the site and opened my emails. I sat for a moment, not sure how one would word such a message. And I had to place a lot of trust inTasha, of course. I could’ve been emailing the police!
Whatever it was that fascinated me so much overtook me, and I sent an email asking for the same details as I had on the site. I then deleted it from my email account.
I struggled to focus on work that morning, until a reply came. In the corner of my laptop screen a notification pinged. I clicked on it.
Thank you for your interest in our activities. Tasha does indeed exist, in case you wondered, and it is I replying to you. I prefer that our group is kept secret, but we are open for new members.
She then went on to explain precisely what the litter picker had told me. They used that clearing to meet up. It was group sex, any combination or number. Safety was paramount and all participants had to wear condoms, even for a blowjob. She added that flavored were better than plain, as if it were the kind of information one generally needed.
I was given dates and times and invited to the next meeting, which wasn’t at the park but nearby.
I didn’t reply, I wasn’t sure I wanted to at that moment. I should have just deleted it, but I closed it down and left it.
“Maybe you just need to get laid,” I whispered to myself. It didn’t stop me from googling the destination she had given to find it was a parking lot. I shook my head and laughed.I’m not that desperate, I thought.
* * *
As the days wore on, I found myself wishing them away and for Monday to arrive. I hadn’t taken up the offer of the parking lot, watching someone fuck in, or over, a car wasn’t my thing, it felt a little sleazy to me. By the end of the week my wrist ached from jerking off so much. I made a call.
“Hi, I wondered if you had plans over the weekend?” I said.
“I don’t, what do you propose?” came the reply.
The person on the end of the line was a married woman whose husband spent his time in the United Arab Emirates, and as long as she videoed her activities to send to him, he gave her full permission to fuck me. I’d even allowed him to watch us over Skype and direct what he wanted to see. It had been a surreal experience and one I often wanted to repeat. The problem was, the Lady, and she was a real one, wasn’t always available to me.
“Perhaps dinner?” I said.
“I’d like that, yes, how about tonight or is that too short notice for you?” she asked.
“Nope, I’ll book something. Shall I pick you up at seven?”
“That would be wonderful. And, Brax? Be prepared to stay over.” She put down the phone before I could even respond and explain that wouldn’t be possible.
Lady Sandgate—Emilia to her friends—was probably the last of the bohemian sixties chicks who was refusing to give it up. I was grateful for that, obviously. She had married an American, I think that’s why he liked me, and since he wasn’t necessarily able to satisfy her, they had come to a suitable arrangement. I wasn’t Emilia’s only lover, of course, but I thought I was the most frequent. Although I had been busy of late, she was often on my mind. As much as I loved fucking her, listening to her tales of debauchery around the world kept me laughing and thoroughly entertained. In fact, I guessed she may have some recommendations for me.
I called a couple of restaurants I knew she liked, to see if I could get a table at such late notice. One was a flat-out no until I mentioned her name, then miraculously, a table appeared. I turned it down. The other offered us a table at eight but we would be free to use the outdoor area for drinks prior. I reserved that one and texted over what I’d done. She responded with a thumbs-up emoji. Emilia was a woman of few words.
“Why waste time talking when a symbol will do?” she’d said once.
Since it was a Saturday morning, the park was exceptionally busy. Sally didn’t necessarily do well in crowds; she became skittish. I decided to skip the park and head for the small garden behind my building that was for residents only. Dogs were not allowed but I’d seen many white balls of fluff, no bigger than a snowball, running around barking. Their high-pitched whine was the reason I hadn’t taken up the offer of adoption from a local humane society of the breed.
I sat on a bench and let Sally explore. I was confident enough by then that she’d never stray too far. I wanted her to stretch her legs before we headed off to see Ingrid. I wasn’t sure what the home was going to be like and the one thing I didn’t want for Sally was to need to pee and there be nowhere to go. We sat for a half hour until other garden residents came in and eyed me suspiciously.
