Dale stuffed the panties into his pocket and got up. Stuffing his hands into his pockets and casually pressing the front of his pants as far as they would go, he strode across his office and opened the door. He didn’t make eye contact with anybody, just made a beeline for the bathroom.
Just gotta jerk off, he told himself. Just gonna jerk off, no big deal, not gonna think about how fucked up I am or that my daughter might be as depraved as me (she’s sending you her panties, you asshole!); not gonna think about that either.
Dale banged open the restroom door and went as far down the long corridor of stalls as he could. He’d always enjoyed how large and clean the restroom in his office building was and he doubly enjoyed it now. He locked the stall behind him, left his shame hanging with his tie on the coat hook (past experience had taught him that swinging it over the shoulder was never a safe option), dropped his pants facing the toilet and pulled Katie’s panties out of his pocket. His dick hardly needed the encouragement.
He inhaled the twisted scent of his daughter’s collected juices, the blotted musk she’d left on these sensual panties. With his right hand he grasped himself and tried to jerk it as quietly as possible. As far as he knew there wasn’t anyone else in here with him and if he could just-
He thought of Katie squirming on her bed and telling him to fuck her little pussy harder; his dick thickened under his fingers and he ran his fist up and down his shaft; he thought of Margaret’s breasts and the way the back of her legs looked when she bent down for the envelope; Katie, Katie’s elastic ass cheeks dripping wet from her sweat and the sticky resin of her refreshing insides; he felt the back of his knees give way and he dropped her panties from his face and wrapped them around his dick. He let go with his right hand and pressed it against the stall door and held his breath. How loud was that sticky, slippery sound?
The restroom door banged open and Ryan’s loud voice rang over the tiles: “Dale, you in there?! I’m looking all over the office for you!”
Dale heaved a tremendous sigh and felt all of the cum punch up against the base of his dick. It crashed there like a ten car pileup and gripped his balls with a black malice. In a minute or two it was going to really hurt but he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. As quietly as he could he swiveled in place and sat his ass down on the toilet seat. He chucked the panties into the toilet bowl below him and watched them float idly in the water while his red dick stuck straight up like it was flipping off the ceiling.
“Yeah, Ryan, takin’ a shit, what the hell you want me for?”
Ryan laughed his loud, idiotic laugh and tromped into the restroom. He heard him take the stall next to his and sit down. “Dropping the kids off at the pool, eh? Think I’ll join you, old man.”
Yep, that’s the kind of guy Ryan was. He was five years younger than Dale, in his mid- to late-thirties and was maybe married, Dale honestly couldn’t remember even after years of working with him. Ryan had definitely been married at some point, but whether or not he was still married to the same girl or a new girl Dale really didn’t know. He was a fun guy to drink with, especially for a coworker, but that was about the best you could say about Ryan.
“So I’m looking over these Chinaski reports, right?” Ryan let a big fart rip from behind the stall. Dale sighed and flushed his toilet, watching his daughter’s panties swirl and swirl away from him, down the drain.
“Uh huh,” he answered back.
“And I’m realizing, where the Hell do they get off trading…” The rest of it was swallowed by a thick wad of time that slogged wetly between Dale’s ears and somehow mustered him to finish his report by one, say two mildly engaging things in the meeting, and gather up his luggage, send a final word to his son, daughter, and wife via email, and crawl into the company shuttle with Ryan beside him. It did occur to him, somewhere between taking his shoes off at security and stuffing his carry-on into the luggage compartment that Ryan was still relating the same story he had started on the toilet. And he wondered briefly what color Margaret’s panties were. Then he reasoned that there was a good chance Margaret didn’t wear panties. He could never remember seeing panty lines. He questioned himself concerning this rude turn of thoughts but then realized he was checking the panty lines of nearly every woman, flight attendant and bus driver that crossed his path between Bloomington and the Chicago restroom.
You know, he thought, if I hadn’t both cheated on my wife and committed incest a few months ago, this would be a fairly normal, fairly boring life.
But then he looked at the groggy, vacant people stuffed into the plane around him. No, he realized, it’s still about the same.
They landed in Bloomington without incident and took the company cab to the hotel. That night, Dale laid out his suit and papers, turned on the television and let it play while he tried to drift to sleep. The stiffness of his erection kept him from rolling over but it wasn’t worth it to do anything about it. It would just be back later.
* * *
In the morning, Ryan and he made a stirring case for their firm that all but sealed the deal for the buyers’ representatives. It wasn’t a yes, they told them, but they’d cancelled their competitors’ meeting. Dale, at last feeling the relief that comes from the gap between two initiatives, finally relaxed in the cab back.
It was around 9 PM when they entered the hotel bar. It was a small, well kept place with too many TVs around but a nice modern retro mahogany and glass thing going on and they took a booth near the back, across from the bar.
“Hot damn!” Ryan crowed, knocking back a Scotch and soda, “that wasn’t so tough.”
Dale smiled as the waitress cracked a beer and left him with the mug.
“Y’know, old man, I think this is the start of something good. Now that we’ve got the Bloomington group, we should think about expansion-”
Dale listened to Ryan with vague interest, assenting or disagreeing but without much to say. He wasn’t totally here or anywhere at the moment, just having a drink in the hotel bar, relieved business was doing well, attuned to nothing but the surrounding hum and the clink and the shuffling of glasses and bar stools. Outside the massive windows of the hotel Dale could see folks strutting down the main street, bright umbrellas in hand. Had it started raining already?
“You know what I mean, old man?”
Dale snapped back. He had switched to gin and tonics and Ryan was staring at him expectantly, a little red from the alcohol.
“Huh?” said Dale.
Ryan slapped the table and let loose a snort-filled laughter.
“Where’s your head at, Dale?” Ryan asked when he’d wiped his eyes, still grinning.
“Dunno,” Dale said noncommittally, which wasn’t a lie.
“Well I got something to focus your senses.” Ryan leaned in conspiratorially. “Check out the blonde number at the bar. Don’t look yet, though.” Ryan not-so-surreptitiously pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. Like an idiot, Dale turned his head.
She looked so good it hurt.
Her long, bright legs were smooth and crossed on the bar stool, her little toes enclosed in silver pumps. His eyes wandered up to drink in the rest of her. She was young, but the black, shimmering dress she wore was classy (and not a little bit slinky). It skillfully clung to her hips and curved up to the substantial swell of her playful breasts. The dress was doing its best not to let too much of them escape but they were like ripe peaches inviting a clever picker’s hand. She had a graceful neck and skin that glowed against the hanging glasses behind the bar. The sharp golden curls on her head fell down her shoulders and back like a tangled mane. Her lips were full and probably bright pink, but right now they were painted a sweet crimson red. Her small nose curved up slightly. But it was her eyes that arrested him. She had eyes that could peel a cock like a fat fruit.
It was Katie.
“Oh fuck,” said Dale.
Ryan grinned devilishly across the table. “I know, right? I think she’s looking over here.”
Dale swallowed hard. He’d told his family exactly where he was going to be. How far of a drive was Lafayette to Bloomington? Was she here with somebody else? He snuck a quick glance at her again (she was watching) and quickly snuffed the notion.
“She’s totally looking over here,” Ryan murmured. He turned back to Dale. “Let’s go.”
“What?”
“Don’t be a pussy. Come on.” Ryan reached across the table and yanked at Dale’s shoulder.
“No,” said Dale.
“Oh, what, cause you’re married?” As if he’d reminded himself, Ryan quickly twisted at his finger and stuffed his hand into his pocket. “Fine, be my wing man on this.”
“What?” Dale said again.
“Don’t do this to me, Dale-we had a killer win today. Why not enjoy it?” He grabbed up his drink and stood. “Come on. Seize the day and whatnot.”
This would be interesting. Dale picked up his drink and stood. He strode across the bar with Ryan, feeling more like he was being led by a one-eyed puppy. And then they were standing in front of her and Dale was staring at the glittering fabric that flowed and folded over Katie’s curves. “Evening, Miss,” Ryan said with his best imitation of sophistication. “Mind if we join you?”
Katie glanced at the two of them like they were her latest serving of bad eggs. But then she smiled. “It’s a free country,” she said, bobbing her silver pumps.
Ryan took the stool next to her and Dale took the one on her right. His shoulder muscles seized up.
The two men faced the bar while Katie remained facing out, her elbows on the counter. A tall martini glass stood untouched at her slender wrist.
“What’s your story?” Ryan began.
“Just a sexy bitch,” Katie teased. “Don’t you think so?”
Ryan shut his eyes and crowed to the ceiling. “Oh my God!” Giggling, he glanced over at Dale.
Katie followed the look and turned her sharp smile on to him. “Don’t you think so?” she said.
Ryan reached over and slapped Dale’s shoulder. “Answer the nice girl, old man!” Dale couldn’t help noticing that in reaching, Ryan let his wrist bump against Katie’s chest, as if it were an accident. Katie just shrugged his arm away.