LOGINA fun, romantic, hot date has secrets and flesh exposed.************Nancy was rocked at the Robin, but now she wants to torch that bridge with a fun romantic date in public at the risque Mink Bar. This one exceeds all expectations "fun, naughty fun, and romantic fun" plus she reveals intimate flesh and a number if shocking surprises - including that Jorge's girlfriend wasn't quite according to Hoyle. Isabel is not here in person, but she is sometimes on their minds.There is some action in each chapter, but chapter 3 involves something not typical for me which should be read lightly by fans who appreciate German engineering and have gentle souls.-At The Mink, Fun And An Old FriendFriday December 4, 2020Nancy called me the Sunday after Thanksgiving. She was ready to burn a bridge. At the last minute before she ended the call, Nancy coyly suggested that I might invite her out for a public and more romantic date next week. She mentioned that on Friday, the first Friday of December,
"If you didn't expect sex, why did you let me stay?""Because I wanted to talk some more, because I liked your company, and because you gave a compelling reason." When she came to my room she was concerned about some other people hitting on her. "I am not saying you were not attractive, because you were. But that was not why I was there."I could see how that made her feel better. She agreed that she really liked me. I jumped on that and said the money just "our wise Dean's way" of facilitated a potential good relationship. Plus, she wasn't getting paid to pleasure me now, was she? Instead we were having fun naked, talking like adults, because we got along so well, undressed or dressed. That last was telling. Despite fucking more than 50 townie guys (and that was only counted the guys she did more than twice) Nancy had never found any guy who appreciated her and made her feel good both naked and dressed. We had worked together and it paid off well for her. I clearly liked her for her
(At the convention she and I talked about cars. Because of my financial background I could afford any car. But I drove a basic Frontier while I was at my PhD school. I could afford a Maybach, but I needed to fit the right image.)As part of my 4-year contract with some maxed-out raises, I had made a number of performance guarantees involving working with other people. In exchange I demanded and got real promises of support from the top. I was working for the Provost and the President, not the Dean or my openly hostile Chairman. After a meeting with the President where I outlined my need I negotiated directly with the Provost. Dryden was in on all meetings to advise, and the venerable Dean took the heat, but the two Chairs (mine and Nancy's) were not even informed, lest they abuse the knowledge - as charter members of the Asshole Society they would not be able to help themselves. In fact I was hired over the strong objection of all the chairs in the College, even though they knew they
Most faculty avoid risk, tenure is the ultimate safe haven in our economy. But I am a diversified risk-manager, I invested the fortune I made in arbitrage, now I took risks seeking fame and power. My reputation boosted my market value and allowed me to ask for top dollar (a status measure) plus some heavy and significant intangibles.The venerable Dean used the term "Secret Double Probation" for the school's status when he talked to Nancy a year ago, he had used every favor he had to keep them from pulling accreditation, his plan was approved and the University was all in on this plan as a last shot.Losing business accreditation carried a massive, potentially mortal cost to the university, his firing would be the first of many. Business departments would be moved to other schools, like Marketing to Communication and Economics to Liberal Studies. Faculty would take significant pay cuts. The best faculty members would leave to other universities, for them and their families it was a gr
In the end I enjoyed my Thanksgiving feasting on her body, mostly from her tits to her pussy, with plenty of good stuffing. She especially enjoyed what she called the "never-ending, never-fattening drumstick," whenever she asked. She liked it juicy, and made plenty of juice by putting it "in the oven" for repeated short fucks where she got off but I didn't, then eating it until the juice was gone. Repeat.I kept to all her rules: all sex was face-to-face and lips could never touch. I could kiss her cheeks, neck, ears, eyes, nose, in fact anything else but not her mouth. She said it was because of our jobs, but really it was her self-image as a slut while I, an exalted faculty member and published researcher, "deserved much better than her widely-known and well-used body."She also insisted on "no creampies" but it was clear the there would be plenty of pussy eating and me cumming. Her solution was that I deserved a freshly-showered Nancy before every pussy eating. We had a lot of good
When Getty picked Nancy up for Thanksgiving she got a surprise. His usual vehicle was a 5-year old Ford F-150 pickup truck that he kept immaculate. (He had a title, but he did not buy it from a dealer and maybe all the numbers did not match.) However, for Thanksgiving he picked Nancy up in a Geo (Suzuki) Tracker, a tiny SUV that was over three decades old; he kidded that it was "his age" (it was actually older). Usually it was a vehicle he only used in bad weather. He did not want to talk about the Ford.Nancy's first thought was that he had an accident but did not have insurance. Well, we discovered later that the lack of car insurance was really a minor issue, his greater problem was a need for money to pay off mounting gambling debts owed to a growing number of bookies who were just plain unreasonable about collecting money. Working with loan sharks, bookies will let gamblers run up a debt as long as there is collateral - like the immaculate truck - which the loan shark can take. I
"What?" Mary asked, still trying to think straight. Then she realized what she had said, and how I had replied. "Oh God, yes. But..." she grabbed the empty beer bottle. "We need another beer first. And I need to stick my brains back in my head!" She stood up, took a step, then stepped back to lean
"I have an addendum to their Rule Three. You know the one where they only swing with a couple if they both find their potential dance partner to be desirable?""No one takes one for the team. Right," responded Erika, waiting to see where I was going."We need to be friends with our opposite number
Yep. Things were going to get complicated.I kissed her back, briefly but fiercely, to let her know my attraction, but I pulled back quickly. Quickly, but not far. "This, um, this could be a bad idea," I said hesitantly.Carla flushed a little and shook her head as if to clear it. "Yeah, that is ju
She just began to jack me furiously with her hand and lifted her mouth free of my cock, leaving her lips wide open right above it. My hand jerked and clutched at her boob, and my hips rocked hard. I moaned loudly, possibly adding some incoherent words of thanks, as I felt a spasm of jizz spurting o







