Jeff finds himself in Silicon Valley where he is asked to investigate claims by a gregarious Frenchman that his neural network electronic technology actually works. He meets up again with the enchanting Nancy, the FBI agent he had worked with in Atlanta where they fell in love while he was still married, and again in Washington DC Kathy puts romance back into Jeff’s life as he finds himself hounded by financially-desperate Europeans so determined to push their questionable technology―men so desperate that they will stop at nothing, even Jeff’s murder. The excitement will make the reader gasp, tragedy will make the reader cry, romance will make the reader sigh.
Chapter 8 of Silicon Gulch … Jeff and the congresswoman get naked!
Tuesday, 2:02 PM:
Jeff stocks up on condoms before heading to the congresswoman's house in
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Tuesday, 2:02 PM:
Paula looked down at her buttons realizing that she had mis-buttoned
them in her haste. She laughed pointing, Jeff smiled watching her unbutton them,
her bra exposed again. Jeff reached toward her, reaching his hands up under her
bra cupping her breasts in his hands. "Damn," he shook his head, "I
think those guys really killed the mood."
She shrugged in agreement, "Yeah, nothing like a murder threat to
make it soft, huh?"
He pulled his hands away, she buttoned her
blouse smiling at him. He looked down to the floor, laughed bending over,
rising again holding her panties, laughing again that they were there when the
men were in the room. She laughed reaching for them, "No, no," he
smiled, "pink lace panties? No way, these are my souvenirs!" He held
them up playfully over her head dangling while she played at trying to catch
them.
Suddenly Jeff remembered how much trouble those two notes had caused him, a
pair of panties showing up at the wrong time would definitely send me to hell!
"Tell you what," handing them to her in resignation, "why
don't you keep them until we're naked again?" She laughed nodding. "And
next time won't be this quickie stuff, agreed?"
"Agreed, and no crazy Frenchmen knocking at the door!" they
both laughed.
Jeff smiled to himself that she had no
idea about the kinds of people that come knocking at his doors when he is
about to have sex!
She pulled him to her, they enjoyed a long passionate kiss, his fingers
slowly crawling down her skirt, slowly raising her skirt, his fingers finding
her sweet spot again. He pushed in so slowly, she started to pant, "Jeff,
you said no more quickies!" pushing him away giggling. "Come on, I
want to lay with you, to take time with you. There could be something really
special here. I don't want to blow our wads in some damned conference room!"
He kneeled down pulling her skirt up admiring that wonderful hairless
bottom, sweet sweet lips before his face, pushing his fingers back up into her
as she spread her legs, leaning forward his tongue sliding up those lips, "Good
bye for now, we both will see you later," picturing the bulging hardness
he had right now, another long slide of his tongue looking up to her face, her eyes
half closed in the sexual joy of his mouth on her, his fingers inside of her,
slowly pulling his fingers from out of her standing holding fingers to nose
sniffing them, sliding his fingers that had just been inside of her into his
mouth, she laughed. He gave a loud smacking sound drawing his fingers from his
mouth, "Okay, fair enough, I agree. Laying together would be really
special."
She sat back down in the chair
looking up at him, "You are really something there mister Jeff,"
dropping her panties into her purse, "yes, I can't wait to actually lay
together, that will be pretty special."
Two big sighs, gentle smiles.
"Okay," she shook her head quickly, "Back to reality. So
what just happened here, with those guys, why did we agree to do this
consulting thing for these guys?"
Jeff suddenly got excited pulling
a chair around sitting down facing her. "Okay, give me a minute." He
quickly thought through everything that happened in Atlanta
and Washington DC
"Okay, sorry, but I needed to sort through the classified stuff."
She looked at him with a well? "So let me be careful, I don't want into
get into any trouble. You see I was involved in two cases, one in November 1994,
the other in March last year. I can't tell you about the cases, but I think I
can tell you about the agencies I was involved in."
"Oooh, agencies, I like
this!"
"Well trust me, the experiences weren't that great, awful actually.
But I can't tell you about that anyway. So I was involved with the FBI and the
DOD. The cases weren't that complex but they got really complicated with murders, all sorts of bad things. I don't
think I should have said that." His expression was self-admonishing for a
second, paused, continuing, "Anyway, one of the cases was similar to this,
payola, trying to pay me off to do something illegal."
"That's why you knew about the Bearer Bonds?"
"Yep, I have actually held five
million dollars in Bearer Bonds in my hands," looking down to his palms
held out in front of him, both imagining them in his hands. "They were
given to me to stop a deal. Damn, I shouldn't have said that either. I can
trust you, right?" She nodded. "Okay, so the FBI was in on the whole
deal. I helped to set up the meetings, then they kind of closed the deal. The
fact that money was paid to me, which is very
illegal is what set up the whole rest of the bust."
"So that's why you said to say yes to the money, to the consulting
deal."
"Yeah, by agreeing to take the money keeps all this in play. All I
can say is that this whole Neurotek deal has already gotten the attention of
the government, these guys trying to make this deal with us will really help to
move the whole investigation forward."
"So who all is involved?"
"Sorry, I can't tell you. I mean it's not like I know very much
anyway. All I can say is that these guys are already being watched."
"So are you like doing some undercover thing?" her excited
face thrilled him.
"No, actually I'm not sure what my role is. I was just told to keep
my eyes peeled, but when I tell Nan―" he slapped his forehead, "I
mean when I tell them about what just
happened they are going to be thrilled."
"And there's no chance that we'll―I mean that I―will get into any
trouble?"
"No, not as long as you are playing straight with them. But man,
let me tell you, these guys can find out anything
so if you get into this then you have to be totally straight. Believe me, I
know!"
"Man, I can hardly wait to tell―"
"No!" He held up his hands. "That's the only downside to
this. They will make you sign a form saying that you will never ever ever say
anything to anybody about any of
this. Not even your mother. You won't believe the form you sign. I nearly peed
my pants when I read it the first time."
She got more excitable, "Can't tell anybody? Wow! How many of those
have you signed?"
"Just two. It's no big deal, you just can't ever talk about it. Trust
me, it's not like I ever want to tell
anybody about those two adventures. Nobody would believe me anyway."
He glanced at his watch, "Jesus, I can't believe it's already
almost one." He reached over to turn his computer off, stood up to collect
his charger rolling it up, folding his laptop putting it into the bag, Paula
did the same.
"Listen, I have a meeting way on the other side of town at two, and
I need to get going."
"When will I see you again? I mean when will we get to…well you
know. And I mean really spend some time together?"
"I am sorry, but I am booked the rest of the day and tonight. You
and I are going to be meeting the crazy Frenchman tomorrow morning. I don't
know, how about a nooner tomorrow? This was nice, I mean in the light and all,"
he felt a flush, "it would be nice to see you," he laughed, "I
mean see you," looking down her
body, "in daylight." She smiled shyly to him. "Do you have
anything going then?"
She reached to him kissing him
on the lips, "No, nothing. Tomorrow afternoon would be great. I would love
to lay with you in the sunlight. That's really the best way to enjoy sex with
such a handsome man!"
He gave a bashful smile, "And I'll bet you look a lot better out of
fluorescent lights," she slapped his arm playfully, "no what I meant
was―"
"I know what you meant, that I look like a skank in artificial
light!"
He reached down raising her skirt looking
at her bare kitty, her face flushed
looking down at what he was seeing, "Trust me," he smiled, "you
look great in artificial light! Now
let's see you in natural light!" She pulled her skirt down slapping his
arm playfully again.
"Well, let's just see how you
look in natural light tomorrow, okay?" she laughed.
"Deal," he laughed as they hoisted computer bag straps over shoulders
going through the door, into the lobby. "So tomorrow, same room with the
crazy Frenchman, ten o'clock."
"I'll reserve this room
again," she started toward the front desk, turning back to him, "and
hey, thank you. You are awesome. I haven't felt this good in…I don't know how
long. A long time!" they laughed turning away from each other.
Jeff started toward the elevator, realized that he really didn't get a
chance to finish breakfast, but turning to the restaurant he also didn't want
to run into anybody there so he turned back to the elevator, a couple minutes
later was on the phone to room service to order a BLT with potato chips and a
beer.
He flipped out his laptop starting it up, a few minutes later checking
his email. There was an email from Nancy
Soon his food came. He wolfed it down, drinking the Budweiser in just
about a single swill. He looked at the nightstand clock which it said was almost
one thirty. Grabbing his jacket he was soon in the lobby when suddenly he
remembered Nancy
He laughed, "Yeah, better safe, right?" turning around he
grabbed six more. He came back to the counter seeing a display of one-use
cameras. Thinking that it might be nice to have with him tonight for Kathy he reached over pulling one down, laying it on
the counter next to the condoms.
"Room charge?"
Thinking about his expense report, he said, "No, better not."
He pulled out a credit card.
"Bag?" she held out a plastic shopping bag to him.
Smiling, "No, pockets."
He turned away putting the camera into his side coat pocket on top of the
pistol stuffing the condoms into his pants pocket.
A few minutes later he was on highway "one-oh-one" taking the
turn on highway 17 towards Santa Cruz Los Gatos Santa Cruz Avenue
He parked, got out, turned taking off his sport coat laying it on the
back seat. Walking up the stone walkway to the front door, he reached to push
the door bell, hearing a nice ringing chime coming from inside.
Quickly the door opened. There stood Lin with her arms outstretched, "Jeff,
so good of you to make the drive! Come in!" He crossed the threshold, she
gave him a warm very full body hug
with a quick kiss on the lips. He instantly felt pressure between his legs as
she led him in.
She closed the door behind him. He looked around the room. Seeing his
curiosity she filled in the obvious detail of the building's history, "Built
nineteen twenty eight, during the high times of the roaring twenties. Big was really in."
"Nice, how big?"
"Six bedrooms, a library and parlor, that's what they called the
family room back then I guess, I don't know the square footage, that's such a man thing right?"
"You mean like car gas mileage, that kind of man thing?"
"Exactly, some things are just man things, right?" They both
laughed, "Come on into the kitchen, would you like a glass of wine? Beer?"
"Yeah, a beer would be nice."
He followed her into the kitchen looking at her in peddle-pusher length
shorts, an oversized man's shirt that he could see her breasts through, her nipples
clearly visible through the worn fabric. He tried not to stare but she noticed
him looking, smiling to herself.
The kitchen was big but very dated with small yellow-tile counters and
tile floor. The modern stainless steel appliances looked out of place in such
an awful looking kitchen.
She pulled out two Sam Adams, "Glass?"
"No, the bottle's fine."
She reached back into the refrigerator pulling out two more, "For
later," popping all four open, tossing the bottle opener back into the
drawer.
She pointed to a stool, "Sit down," She came around the corner
sitting next to him.
Taking a long drink she looked at him, "So Jeff, why did you come
here?"
He took a long drink wondering at this question, "You invited me."
"Yes, I did, didn't I?" She laughed, "I suppose the
question is why did I invite you?"
"Well I don't know, but I know why I came."
She turned to him, "Okay, fair enough. Why did you come?"
"I could tell you that it's about the General Avatonics deal, or
Neurotek, but I'd be lying. I drove here because I am attracted to you."
She raised her bottle clinking them together, "That's great, an
honest man. No beating around the bush here, huh?"
He took a big swallow of ale, turning to her giving her a good long
look, glancing down at her nipples he could see through the shirt. "Am I
wrong or am I getting really strong vibes here?"
"What kind of vibes do you think you're getting?" she leaned
forward giving him a quick peck on the lips.
He smiled glancing down again
at her breasts. "You said that I don't beat around the bush, but really there's
only one bush here I want to see!"
"Yours too! Well, it seems like we both have way too many clothes
on, now, doesn't it?" she laughed, they both taking another drink
finishing their bottles.
With that she stood, bowed starting to unbutton her shirt.
"Do you want me to make stripper music or something?" he
laughed.
"Stripping doesn't have to be vulgar, I just want you to watch and
enjoy!"
He straightened himself up watching her breasts appear, she playfully
tossing the shirt over her shoulder. Her breasts were large for her frame, though
not oversized, without any sag like
he would expect for a woman her age. Nice.
"Should I cheer?"
"Hey this is your strip
show, cheer all you want!"
"Well in that case, wooooh-ooooooh-ooooooh!" Jeff clapped his
hands rhythmically.
Soon her peddle pushers were nudging down around her hips, sliding down
her belly revealing―no panties!
"Alright! The real thing! Yes, strip for me!" Jeff laughed
still clapping.
Finally she stepped out of her pants standing naked before him. She had
a filled-in figure, not plump, but certainly not like all the thin female
bodies he had been seeing lately. He could see little glints of silver hair
that could only show in the sunlight given her perfect coif of colored blonde
hair, her hair cut in a swoop just above her shoulders. Her pubes were a puff
of hair not particularly carefully shaved like he had gotten used to seeing
lately, the color of dark honey with the slightest glint of a few gray hairs.
She had a mommy tummy, that tiny
bulge in her abdomen that showed she had carried a baby, but there were no
stretch marks, he smiled enjoying the tight skin around her body.
She bowed with a, "Ta-da! Okay, my turn! Strip!"
Jeff took a drink of his second Sam Adams standing with a bow
unbuttoning his shirt, started humming the stripper song from Gypsy Rose Lee, she laughed clapping.
Soon he was swinging his shirt around, kicking off his shoes, reaching down to
strip off his socks, unbuttoning his slacks, unzipping, his pants sliding to
his ankles.
"Ooooh, black underwear, sexy!" She laughed, continued
clapping to his stripper humming.
He reached down sliding his black underwear down slowly until with a
boinging motion his hardness revealed itself, "Yes, the goods!" she
yelled, "The goods!"
She reached her hand out, "Okay, come on upstairs, time to play!"
She pulled him toward the stairs holding the two beer bottles, they both
laughed like two children playing tag.
They got up to a large master bedroom filled with dark furniture, the
trim of the room all dark wood, even the walls were lined in a dark crown
molding giving the room a somber feel unlike the airiness of Nancy 's
master bedroom in Georgetown
She turned at the bed setting the beers down on the nightstand, standing
naked in front of Jeff, "I don't know how to do this exactly."
He laughed, "What do you mean?"
She sat on the bed, "It's been so long, I'm kind of nervous."
"How long has it been?"
"Please don't ask," she held her hands out to him invitingly, "a
decade?"
He laughed lightly not sure if he should take her answer seriously
taking her hands laying on the bed, she turned to lay next to him. "It
doesn't matter how long, Lin. We're here now. Just you and me. Us."
She reached to him, their bodies turning to lay next to each other with
him laying on her left. She laid back, he leaned over her embracing in a long
passionate kiss, Jeff felt her nervousness.
"Oh, Jeff, please be gentle with me."
He kissed her, reaching his mouth down taking her left nipple into his
mouth, his right fingers swirling her soft dark-honey colored moss. She reached
her hand around his head, her fingers in his hair, his tongue twirling her
nipple in his mouth, she moaned softly.
"Come up here," she whispered spreading her legs, he rolled
onto her, his harness bulging, laying against the timid doorway to her sweet
treasure.
They kissed with tongues tripping awkwardly together, she reached down
to his hips pulling him up to her.
He could feel the prickly hairs on the tip of his harness, pressed
softly against the sweet lips so desperately wanting to take him in.
"Oh, god!" Jeff sat up.
"What! What's wrong!"
Jeff rolled over sitting up, "Damn, I promised!"
"What? What did you promise?"
He ran to the door looking back.
"Condoms!"
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