The Plan by Karen Blayne 

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.  All copies must be of the complete document.   ©2015 Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not. 

Luv Karen  

Craig thought he’d go for a walk before dinner.  The conference was due to start the following day, a week away from the office.  There were a few interesting speakers and one or two sessions he thought might be of interest but mostly it was a getaway from the office for a week.  He strolled into the bar and brought himself a beer, now where was a suitable place to people watch?  There was blonde, well the roots were a different colour and she was practically falling out of her dress, he wondered what she looked like without the plastered on makeup, still it might be interesting to watch her swain compete for her attention.  He sat down close enough so he could keep half an eye on the group.

A girl came back from the bar carrying something dark with ice cubes in it and looked at him.  “Have I taken your seat?”  He asked “That’s OK I can sit down next to you unless you’re expecting someone.”  He looked at her and smiled, “I don’t think so.”  “That’s all right then.  What do you think of Melissa?”  She asked indicating with her eyes the over made up blonde.  His nose twitched “Well from a distance she looks interesting in the way she handles her swain but personally I prefer your more understated looks.”  “Really?”  She looked at him in disbelief.  “Really you’re pretty.  Melissa isn’t in your class.”  She lent in towards him and whispered in his ear “I like you, you say the nicest things.  I haven’t seen you in here before are you visiting?”  He explained he was attending a conference.  He deflected a question or two about what he did at work by saying he drank coffee and talked to people.  She was impressed by that.  They must value him a lot to just do that.  They talked a little about what she’d studied, well she didn’t like to admit she was jobless at the moment, and when she thought he was getting distracted by two indecently short dresses perched on bar stools flashing everything they hadn’t got to the world she reclaimed his attention by laying her hand on his thigh with the top finger resting against his scrotum.  He looked down at her hand questioningly, “Oh I thought you wouldn’t notice with Madison and Vanessa sat at the bar?”  He smiled “I think its time I had some food.”  She looked hopeful, “Perhaps you’d care to join me?”  Food out, well it had been a month or two since she could afford even a burger out, she smiled her acceptance and slurped her coke down quickly.  “I’m not sure I can afford it.”  “My treat, they give me a hundred a day living expenses and I get a free lunch at the conference.”  “There’s a burger bar down the road?”  “Something more civilised?”  “Well there is the hotel but I’m not dressed up enough for there.” And to be honest she didn’t even think she could borrow something that dressy, “but there is always the club.”  He looked at her “Annie got a job there as a waitress, at the weekends it’s busy but in the week it’s very quiet.  It has tablecloths and everything.”  “Lead the way to the club then.”

She knocked and a small window opened in the door.  “Hi Harry we want to eat.”  She pulled Craig forward “We’re respectable.”  There was the sound of bolts being drawn back and Harry opened the door.  “In you come then.  No cover charge as you’re dining.”  Vanessa led him through to a small dining area where a single waitress was looking bored reading the paper.  “Oh hi Vanessa you eating here tonight?”  “I’ve brought my personal banker.”  “What would you like to eat?”  “What do you recommend?”  She looked at Vanessa and then Craig before making up her mind.  “Well its Joe cooking tonight so I suggest a slice of Gammon and veg.  Fries or baked potato?”  “Baked will do fine, can you ask him to melt some cheese on top? I’m peckish tonight.”  She looked at Vanessa “Whatever he’s having will do fine as long as I don’t have to wash up.”  “A glass of house wine, its Hock tonight seeing as there is half a bottle left.”  “Hock what sort of a name is that?”  “It’s a light German white wine which I think you’ll like.”

“You know its not a bad meal but sometimes I think I’d like something simpler when I’m travelling.”  “I make a mean everything stew.”  “Yes something like a stew that’s not cooked in three seconds so it can be served quickly in a restaurant.  You know I haven't had anything like that since my wife died.”  She drew him out a little more over the meal and he told her of hotel restaurants that tried to intimidate you into ordering a bottle of wine by placing a wine bottle cooler full ice next to the table before you order anything. They’d seemed quite surprised when he’d got up and walked out when they did it.  After a leisurely meal Vanessa cocked her head “We get free admission to the dance floor.” She offered invitingly.  “I’m not sure I know the latest dances.”  “The lighting’s very dim.”  She took him by the hand and led him to the dance floor.  A slow dance was being played by the DJ and as it was played the lights went out for a minute or two.  Vanessa took advantage and kissed him firmly on the lips, teasing his lips apart with her tongue.  The dim lights came on once more and Vanessa retreated but danced closely by sliding one thigh between his and rubbing her crotch against his thigh.  “Just what sort of dance do you call this?”  “I’ve forgotten but it comes from South America somewhere.  Do you like it?”  Like wasn’t quite the adjective he had in mind and they continued dancing snugly on the floor. He glanced at his watch, ten pm time he was getting home “Had I better see you home?”  “Well the last bus went at 8:30 so I’ll be sleeping on Annie’s floor tonight if she’ll have me.”  “I have a spare bed if that would be more comfortable?”  She reached up and kissed him on the cheek to signify acceptance.

She looked round the small two bedroomed apartment, “Cosy.”  “It is rather, the hotel was full so I ended up here in an apartment for the week, apparently they rent them furnished by the week and it suits me.  The second bedroom is through there.”  She walked to the bathroom and after the sound of running water she walked back with a big white fluffy towel and spread it on his double bed. She slipped out of her clothes and lay back on the bed with her thighs spread apart and fingered herself, Craig’s jaw dropped.  “The only problem with slow dancing is I get so aroused and then feel the need.”  She caressed herself and grew flush on her chest, “I need you in me now.”  Craig’s slacks dropped and he quickly jumped on her without a thought plunging himself into her.  He marvelled as he watched her face as he penetrated her, surely not a look of shock?  It was followed by a look of pure contentment.

In the morning he’d been awakened by someone squatting down on him and guiding him inside.  Interesting way to wake up he thought.  Afterwards he crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom where he found a pair of knickers hanging over the shaving mirror to dry.  He picked them up and threw them at her as she was still curled up in bed.  “Time to get up and get to work.”  “I’m between engagements at the moment.”  She called back, then she was dressed and sat on the bath watching him shave.  “If you’ve got twenty I could raid the convenience store on the ground floor for bacon and eggs.”  Breakfast was a joint effort, he made the coffee, she made the bacon and eggs and he made the toast afterwards.  “If I gave you the balance of my hundred for the day do think you could make a stew for this evening?”  Her eyes widened “Oh I should think so.”

That evening after the conference he found her waiting for him in the hotel lobby.  “I want to do some shopping and I need your advice.”  “Are you looking for screwdrivers or power drills?” he asked and got an elbow in the ribs for his question.  “If you must know its knickers, I thought with the profit I made at breakfast time I could buy a second pair and for some reason I can’t quite recall at the moment I thought I’d ask you what you’d prefer.”  “Well I’ve always had an eye for a bargain.”  She frowned at him but took his hand and led him towards the entrance.  “There’s a boutique in the hotel that might have something.”  “I have change from twenty, I doubt they have anything under fifty.”  He had noticed their prices seemed a little high when he’d glanced at the shelves.  She led him to a mall lingerie store and saw he was quite pink faced when she led him inside.  “Can I help you?”  “We’re just after a pair of knickers.”  Vanessa led him towards a bin marked sale where she rummaged through selecting those that were of interest.  “How about these?”  She held up a pair of lacy boy shorts that looked as if the front seam would guide his fingers too just the right spot then placed them in his hand whilst she looked for another pair finally coming up with a tiny sheer confection that incorporated a minuscule sheer skirt.  “Hold these.”  Craig blushed even more when the first of two girls asked his opinion on whether her boyfriend would prefer a sheer bra or a lacy one, the second held up a pair of crimson knickers that were open-crotch with a small bow on the front holding the two sides apart for his comment.  “Brazen.”  Interjected Vanessa as she looked up from the bargain bin.  The two girls retreated in disarray.

The shop assistant approached him quietly holding out a pair of delicately cut knickers, “Now these aren’t nearly so brazen and the delicate lace edging the opening should stimulate your boner nicely.”  She looked down at Craig’s bump in the front of his slacks then at Vanessa, “Take him down to the end changing room whilst I convince those two that the very latest in fashion is pink satin corsets.”  Craig looked at her “Surely not pink satin?”  “The very latest idea in fashion, I thought it up myself when I realised they’d sent me the wrong colour.”  She span on her heel and approached the two giggling girls.  Vanessa led him to the last changing room where they tried the latest offering, Craig was impressed by the way the lace tickled his boner as he entered Vanessa.  “You know they might have designed it with that idea in mind.”  Vanessa mentally shook her head men couldn’t be that naive could they?  Of course that’s why they made them that way.

They lay in bed on Sunday morning after one final session of making love.  His flight was that afternoon and they were supposed to vacate the apartment by eleven.  “What are you planning to do next?”  “Oh the plan, well same as it always was.  I’ve always thought that the ideal age to have a baby was twenty-four.  Sort of young enough to enjoy it but old enough to have a bit of sense.  I thought you were intelligent and kind.  The sort of characteristics I want for my child.  I’m twenty four next week, I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl?  Or perhaps twins.” She added running her hand over her tummy.  He gave her one of his business cards, “You’ll let me know which I trust?”  She nodded content and full of contentment.  It seemed a pity to spoil her moment and mention his vasectomy.