Trip to Glastonbury

Chapter 1

It was 9 a.m. in Seattle at my office when my newly hired married secretary Gina got to
work that Monday morning. We had been suffering for a good administrative person for
the past two months now, someone who had the common sense, skill and intelligence to
do more than just answer a phone and buzz my desk to get an answer to some customer
that sometimes exhibited "rocks in his or her head".
I am the Sales and Marketing Director of a large Asian-based steamship line. We have
operations in both Long Beach and Los Angeles in southern California, San Francisco
and Oakland in central California, Seattle and Tacoma with Seattle being our U.S.
headquarters in Washington, and Vancouver BC in Canada. We also have offices in New
Orleans, Galveston, Miami, Charleston, New York, and overseas in Hong Kong where
our world headquarters are at, and Taipei, Manila, Kaohshiung, Busan, Shanghai, Osaka,
Kobe, Yokohama, and Incheon.
I had advertised for a decent secretary that I could rely on. I could not advertise all the
qualifications I needed because of discrimination laws, but what it boiled down to was a
younger appearing Asian woman, open-minded, that dressed attractively, that did not
have the normal baggage at home that would restrict her work when I needed her to be at
the office, whether it be at night or on weekends. A plus for her qualifications might
include her willingness and freedom to travel on those out-of-town trips that I often took
to the East Coast or Japan, Korea, Taiwan, the Philippines.
The first 3-4 days of my advertisement did not bring any responses, probably because I
listed some pretty stringuent qualifications....75 wpm Typing, willingness to travel on
business, willingness for long hours, strict dress codes with no tattoos, skin blemishes, a
neat appearance, etc. I knew just how to word an ad in the newspaper that had these
requirements without getting the Fair Labor Act personnel involved.
Just when I was about to give up, I got a call from the boss' secretary Alicia, wanting to
know if I was free? She advised that a young woman had just entered the steamship line's
office in response to my ad and wanted to know if I could see her. Alicia quietly told me
over the phone that she believed that this gal was exactlly what I was looking for, so I
told her to have this gal fill out an Employment Application and when she finished, to
send her back to my office.
About 30 minutes later I heard a knocking on my door. I got up and opened the door and
there was the most desirous, svelt, attractively dressed specimen of womanhood I had
seen for a long, long time. She introduced herself as Gina Yi and her eyes definitely told
me she was the woman I had been looking for. She radiated pure unadulterated sex, in
her button-down white blouse and short pleated skirt. If she wore pantyhose or nylons
they were extremely transparent, and she seemed to be pretty common-sensed with
footwear that was a pair of slip-on sandals that covered her toes.
I shook hands with her and invited her into my office, closing the door, and invited her to
sit down, while I strode around my desk to sit and face her. We made short conversation
about various things and I could tell that she was going to be just the right person for
what I was seeking. She obviously was rather open-minded in that she did not try to hide
the fact that she may have not been wearing underwear. I asked her several questions
about travel, and asked if she had a passport, to which she replied to the affirmative. She
advised that her father was Korean and her mother was mixed Filipina and Japanese. She
had been born in the U.S.A. shortly after her parents immigrated to the U.S. from Taiwan,
where they had served as missionaries. At first I was a bit fearful at the word
"missionary" but she reassured me that while her parents were very religious, that she had
sorta broken away from all that in college and studied Theology, getting her Master's
degree in that from the University of Washington. She advised that what the church had
been teaching was not necessarily the truth....an experience that I had also learned in my
studies from Chapman University in Orange, California; and Ambassador College in
Pasadena. Obviously we were on the same "wave length" when it came to religion, which
was a definite plus.
Gina Yi was about 5 foot, 8 inches in height, 23 years old. If she weighed 150 lbs it
would be an exaggeration--not an ounce of fat, but not skinny, either. Although she wore
a wedding ring set, she obviously had not had any children....her breasts under that white
blouse looked quite firm and I could see the nipples of them poking out underneath the
cloth as if she was not wearing a bra. Her blouse was unbuttoned down the front to a
point that she was still decent, but there was plenty of cleavage to see her ample mounds
rising up to her areolas This young lady simply oozed sex. She had her hair fixed so that
it was loose and flowing, down over her shoulders and I noted that it reached well down
into her back. She wore pixie-style bangs across her forehead. I wondered if her pubic
hair had ribbons in it.....if she had any at all, or if it had maybe been cut off and she now
shaved.
In the course of our conversation I found that while she was married, her marriage was
not doing all that well. She had met a young Air Force Lieutenant at McChord AFB near
Tacoma, who was a C-17 pilot. Theirs was a whirlwind courtship and she had married
him not fully understanding what it was like to be an Air Force wife, being subjected to
Officer's Club Wives henpecking that often was carried out "under" the disguise of these
women's husband's ranks. She also mentioned that she did not realize at the time of her
marriage how she might be home by herself more of the time than her husband being with
her. She did not like that at all, but partly because of her Korean father's domination of
Korean culture there was little she could do about it matrimoniallly, because in the
Korean culture once married-always married. While this certainly was the norm in Korea,
these members of immigrant families and the families themselves lived by this unwritten
rule, yet custom of their "native" country. If they broke away from it, they were often
ostracized within their own community for doing so.
She had married and had hoped to have many children. She said that her husband was not
home hardly enough to even provide for her impregnation even once...that when he did
come home because of his lower rank amongst the transport pilots that he had to stay on
base most of the time in Alert status. She did not think that fair but there was little she felt
she could do about it. She had been an only child and she definitely did not want her
offspring to be "an only child" status. About the only thing she seemed to be happy about
with her Lieutenant husband was the fact that he was not commanding some kind of
airplane that was being used to be a "baby killer", such as a Fighter/Bomber jet, or large
cluster bombing plane. I could identify with her concerns on that issue....I had retired
from being an Administrative Supervisor in the Air Force, myself, and was thankful that I
had never actively supported a combat fighting or bombing mission in my 20 years of
active military duty.
So since she had gotten her education she said that she had learned Secretarial work as
well in having to type, file and otherwise keep her own research records for her Master's
thesis, and in the process had learned several other avenues in the computer field. She
thought that since her husband was gone most of the time and since she had a lot of
international living behind her, that something along the line of international commerce
might prove interesting.
Normally I would subject a new employee to a few tests. But one look at this little
gorgeous vixen and I knew right away that she could type no words per minute and I
would still be happy with her. But instead, she radiated a certain confidence in herself. I
could not take my eyes away from her almond colored legs as she crossed and uncrossed
them in front of me. It was as if she was teasing me...several times she caught me looking
at them and each time she changed her position somehow so that I almost could see to her
crotch but not quite, and her looks definitely gave me the "come fuck me look". I did not
know what to do, as I was being very careful to not allow myself to get into a sexual
harrassment suit. Nowadays management had to be extra careful in that regard.
This Gina Yi clearly summed up my interview with her and I raised up from behind my
desk and congratulated her for being selected for this position. My cock had stiffened
itself to monstrous proportions and I hoped to quell this by offering to take her to Dinner
afterwards, and hopefully to some bed after that. But she turned me down for the date,
but she readily accepted the job offer. That was last Thursday and now it was the
following Monday. She had inquired of "dress codes" in the office and I answered her by
telling her to wear either what she had on, or any other combination of clothing that
seemed reasonable. She asked about blue jeans and I gave her the okay, as long as we
were not being visited by appointed time customers or higher ups in the company.
Last week after I had hired her to start today, and after I had been rebuffed by trying to
take her to dinner, all through the following day, Friday, Friday night and the weekend I
could not get this little vixen off my mind. I definitely needed to somehow get her to one
side and fuck her silly. If the Air Force wanted her husband to fly its airplanes, fine, but I
would definitely "fly" his wife. Perhaps if I worked it out just right while he was doing
"touch and goes" on some jungle patch in South America or Africa, my cock would be
doing "touch and goes" on his wife's pussy in Officer's on-base housing? It was a
thought....
Now this little hottie was in my office, getting the computer I had ordered for her set up.
She had worn tight blue jeans and a halter-style blouse that did little to hide the fact that
perhaps she was against bras in general. Twice now, she had come to my presence
without apparent bra support, and twice her breasts gave the impression that they could
quite adequately support themselves. In fact today with that tight halter-top her areolas
also seemed to be trying to push through the cloth covering of them in that halter top. 
I realized that in my interview with her the other day that I had failed to let her know that
when I went to Lunch that she might also go to Lunch, as we were on a Secretarial
rotation system where eventually it might be her turn maybe once of twice a month to
share with the other secretaries of the company to work through the Lunch hour while
everyone else went to Lunch. I cautioned her that she would know about this well ahead
of time so she could schedule herself accordingly, and that when it came time for her turn
that she might dress attractively in skirt and blouse, or dress, just for that one time. With
that I invited her to Lunch with me, and advised her that unless she had something else
planned that she could figure on me taking her to Lunch each day. She was quite
enthusiastic when later on that morning we knocked off for Lunch and went down to the
garage where I parked the company car, and got in the car and headed out...down
Wilshire Blvd. toward Century City. She asked about where we were headed and I would
not tell her. When I got to the cross-over point to get to Olympic Blvd, she was doubly
confused and soon we were pulling in to the Century City Plaza and parking. I got out of
the car and walked around and opened the door for her in a gentlemanly fashion, and
escorted her over to the elevator. We got in and I pressed the appropriate button and when
the door opened, we were at the Playboy Club. She could not believe her eyes! Just from
her reaction, I could tell that this little gorgeous creature was definitely impressed to the
point that if I wanted to fuck her that it would be a "cakewalk".

Chapter 2

The Seattle Playboy Club was clearly a best kept secret. It was not related in any way to
Hugh Hefner's world renowned Playboy Enterprises, although the merchandise was often
offered there at a somewhat marked up rate. Rumor had it that Seattle had tried to get a
Playboy Club for the Seattle World's Fair that gave it its Space Needle, but that the city
fathers had refused to accomodate Playboy's request for a building permit. Those of us
that had a regular Playboy Club key, if we spent a certain amount of funds from month to
month there, did not have a membership charge here. This Playboy Club had become a
regular dining room for me on a daily basis.

We were seated and she said she had to go to the powder room. I raised up from my chair
and assisted her up, and then signalled one of the Bunnies to come and take her there. 
Lola, the Bunny, knew me well....I was a regular in here at Lunch and oftentimes as well
as in the evenings on 2-for-1 nights. When Lola returned, I advised her that Gina was my
new Secretary and that she would often be accompanying me so that she, Gina, would
always be treated well here. I had established myself good here with being an excellent
tipper and these Bunnies knew this.

Gina came back refreshed, advising that if she had known she was coming here for Lunch
that she would have worn a little different combination of dress, like maybe a blue denim
skirt as opposed to blue jeans. I assured her that it did not make any difference, that she
would soon find out that when she came here with me that she would be treated akin to
royalty, regardless of what she was wearing, which seemed to impress her even more. 

She was fascinated with the counter displays by the door, as she had passed on the way to
and from the powder room. She did not know that Playboy actually sold those cute little
Bunny tails to wear on a girl's ass, or the floppy ears identifying the Bunny logo. I could
definitely see where I was making inroads with my new Secretary.

We ordered drinks, a Mexican Coffee me and just a Coke for her. She had never drank a
Mexican Coffee before and wanted to know what was in it. I let her sip at mine and she
loved it! Needless to say, she took mine and I had to order yet another. Mexican Coffees
are a "trip" to drink. The Coffee, mixed with Rum and Kahlua, and topped with Whipped
Cream and a single cherry, numbs the brain to the point that one does not realize they
have had too many of these exquisite drinks until BANG, it has hit you. Once that
happens you might as well just give up and recline in a corner as you are not going to
make it home, even if you are walking.

She ordered a Playboy hamburger and fries. Playboy makes a hamburger to end all
hamburgers and charges $15 for them. This includes French Fries and a non-alcoholic
drink, with the price of the non-alcoholic drink being deducted from the alcoholic drink if
that is chosen instead. It is not a bad deal......the hamburger covers an entire meal plate,
and yet another plate full of French Fries accompanies, so in reality you get two plates of
a meal, together with your drink(s). Needless to say, the salt in those hamburgers and
fries manipulates your thirst so badly that it is rare that you leave the Playboy Club
without drinking a quart or so of drinks. If you are drinking alcoholic drinks, you are well
on your way to complete relaxation.

I knew enough about this that I limited myself to just that one drink, when I switched to
plain 7-Up. But Gina was not driving and so I told her that even if she got overly thirsty,
to feel free to consume as many drinks as she desired. By the time we were ready to leave
after she had finished most of her hamburger and fries, I rose up and helped her up, to
escort her out of the Club. I placed my arm around her waist to steady her as it was
obvious that she may have fallen in her "slightly intoxicated" state if I had not been there
to hold onto her. As we were leaving the Club she noticed a pair of Playboy open-
crotched panties that she "just had to have". I kiddingly told her that she would have to
model them for me if we bought them, and she responded with "When we get back to the
office". I could hardly wait, although I had not seen an panty line under her tight blue
jeans this morning, so if she modelled them for me she might end up with more on than
she presently was wearing.

We got down to the car and I opened the car door for her, and she sat on the seat. I closed
the door and quickly crossed around to the driver's side and slid in behind the steering
wheel. As soon as I was seated, Gina thanked me for such a good Lunch and scooted
over to next to me and flung her left arm across my shoulders. I was tempted to kiss her
right there on the spot, but did not, when I did the sex thing with her I wanted the space to
do it right and the front seat of a car reminded me too much of my horny high school
days. And I felt that if I kissed her we might not make it back to the office that afternoon
and I was expecting some important business calls from Copenhagen.

We got back to the office about 2 p.m. By that time some of the alcohol had dissapated in
her system and she was more cognizant of her surroundings. She excused herself to go
into my private bathroom to refreshen herself and when she came back she found the
Playboy panties neatly wrapped on her desk. It was almost like she had nearly forgotten
about them so I reminded her that when we bought them that one of the agreements was
that she would model them for me. She then asked me to turn my back to her. I could hear
a rustling of clothing and a zipper being undone and then she was telling me to turn back
around and there she was....those red Playboy panties on with her white blouse hanging
down to cover their waistline. My fantasy was somewhat correct, I did not see, nor could
if find, any wispy public hair beneath them. I reached out to her to pull them down and
she stepped back...assuring me that she had agreed to model them but that that did not
mean I could do anything else with her. With that she pulled her blue jeans back on, over
her panties and now she was definitely dressed in more than she had come to work in this
morning.
With her now dressed and somewhat presentable, I thought to myself....She is really being
a bit of prick-tease. Now I'm not against prick-teasing as long as it is a game of sorts and
there is an end to it. I did not know whether or not to pursue this similarly, or to try
another avenue. It was rather obvious from her marriage standpoint that she had had
quite enough of cunt teasing from her husband who was always out there flying in his C-
17 and never home. I decided that I might try a little cunt teasing directed at her by being
a little aloof toward her. 

Now I told her that I had failed to show her around the company that morning. I glanced
at my watch, it was 3 p.m. and figured...if Copenhagen had not called yet, that they would
not call today, as it was about 11 p.m. over there and I did not think they would be calling
from there in the middle of the night. I then took her hand and began escorting her
around to the different offices. Our office was on the 12th floor from the main office so
we had to take the elevator up to the 18th floor to get to the rest of the offices. The
elevator was rather packed as most of the building was on their break period and as the
elevator stopped at each floor to take on or discharge passengers, Gina was crowded
against me. This happened 6 different times and each time I could feel her tight little ass
against my hardening cock. By the time we got to the 16th floor she was well aware that I
was hard as a rock, as she turned against me and reaching up with her mouth next to my
ear, said "Horny, ain't we?" This nearly made me cream my pants.
We spent about an hour of my introducing her to the other secretaries and staff. Each
secretary seemed to fully accept her. I had always maintained an excellent relationship
with all the secretaries, often taking them to Lunch, or Dinner on their birthdays, at my
favorite "club". It had been my experience with most of them that most managers
wouldn't even give them the time of the day for anything, and here I was, often
celebrating something with them. It had gotten so thick with one of them that when she
had her baby we did not know for sure if it was my kid or her husband's. She had often
wanted to have me take a DNA test, but I talked her out of it because I felt and told her
that if the baby was proven to be mine that it would probably, in the long run, ruin her
marriage, because she would always feel a resentment toward her husband for not making
her pregnant in the first place. To help alleviate any possible problems in the future, I had
established a college trust fund for little Danny that I contributed to every month, so that
if anything ever happened to Maryanne, his mother, or Daniel, his mother's husband, his
future would be much better secured, with a college education paid for.

We returned to our office about 4 p.m., where I began explaining to her the intricinities of
the company and how it operated. We carried containerized ocean cargo from points in
the Far East to the U.S. West Coast. If cargo had to be carried further it would be trucked
or carried by rail to those points in a Mini-Landbridge (MLB) or Overseas Container
Point (OCP) fashion that involved trucking companies and railroad companies. One of
our largest customers, Honda USA Inc. shipped Honda car parts to their factories in
Tennessee and Ohio, with full containerloads of these parts passing through the port of
Seattle, transloaded onto rail cars and carried on to the Honda factory in those places. 
Honda was just one of many companies doing business in the U.S.A. that shipped the
parts for manufacturing into the U.S.A. so that technically there product would be built in
America. Those empty containers often took raw products and salvaged materials back to
the Far East to be re-entered back into the supply line as material for a newly
manufactured part. Old cars, often compacted into solid chunks of steel by compression
that measured 2 feet by one foot maybe 10 inches high, lessened the dependancy for raw
iron ore and newly smelted steel, alleviating the waste of our natural resources. Leather
hides from our meat packing plants often ended up in Japan in some shoe factory. 
Onions, Tomatoes, Oranges, Lemons, Apples, fresh meat, fish and fish products were
shipped westbound to be stocked in some Wal-Mart Supercenter in Tokyo, Seoul. Very
few people realized that the international trade community did not get involved in
anything from the cow's bawling to the motorcyclist's roar, and points in between.

I had all the working levels of the company displayed on wall charts on my walls of the
office, similar to wall charts that I had kept on operations that I was responsible for in the
Air Force. I took Gina's hand and helped her to her feet and placed her in front of me
while I explained the various operations. Her young tight ass rubbed against the front of
my slacks as I began explaining these to her and my old familiar hard one returned. She
obviously felt it once more, asking "Are you STILL horny?" This time we were in private
with no one else around and she reached back and cupped my hardness through my
slacks, as I reached around her and began massaging her tits through her loose blouse. I
opened the buttons and then finally, those little milk factories were exposed. I turned her
around and began kissing her as our lust for each other formed. I slipped my hands down
to unfasten the snap on her waist of her blue jeans and then began slipping blue jeans and
panties to the floor, following them down with my hands as I pulled their tightness from
her thighs. As soon as I got them down to her feet, she stepped out of them and then
straightened, shirking off her blouse, to stand nakedly before me. She then started on me
and she was definitely 'hot', popping the buttons off my dress shirt in her haste to get me
naked. I helped her and soon my pants and boxer shorts were laying on the floor on top of
her clothes, as we came back together in heated lust for each other. I just knew at that
time that Gina's anxiety over being lonely was going to cease.

We jointly slumped into a naked heap of flesh on the floor. My cock did not have to be
guided as she lay out on her back, opening her legs to welcome its entry into her hot wet
nest. As I reached up her body to kiss her on the mouth and nuzzle the nape of her neck I
could feel her straining against me to engulf my hardness deep into her belly. Then I felt
it...my wet pre-cum was rubbing against her wet vulva lips and it was like she was
suctioning me into her heated depths. I bottomed out against the wall to her womb and I
could scarely contain myself. She was crying out to me, "Fuck me, fuck me, love me,
Baby. Give me your cum, shoot it deep in me," as this relatively new Air Force wife was
trying to quench her thirst in her lower belly for my lewd honey juice. Then I could feel
the familiar feeling deep in my balls as it began its journey up into the base of my cock
and out through that magical muscle to give a burning sensation at the end of my dick as I
shot loads of my love juice into her excited depths.

We lay depleted, both of us, in hot wantonness on that office floor. She made a comment
that my cock in its depleted state was bigger than her husband's cock in its arousal, which
made me feel good. She did not know how her husband was ever going to satisfy her
again with his cock or tongue, after experiencing my hard thickness that just seemed
designed for her complete satisfaction.

Gina Yi advised me that while we had only known each other for a short time, that what
we had just experienced today and the day I had hired her, it was like we had been friends
for years. She wanted to know what kind of apartment I was living in, or house for that
matter, because she was seeking a roommate so she would not be so lonely at night. I
asked her about her husband and she said that he was never home enough to care. I
thought to myself.....what!!!!!??? He did not deserve to be married to this tender young
beauty.
I told her that I had come to Seattle and had leased a 2-bedroomed place upon arrival. My
lease was about to expire and I was actively seeking another accomodation. She smiled
and teasingly advised, that while she lived in Base Housing at McChord AFB, and the
drive was a little long, if we lived together we could commute together, and with that
came a Diamond Lane on the I-5 that 2 or more carpoolers had to be in existence on to
use. She said she had often been in that stop-and-go traffic and watched the cars zipping
by her in that Diamond Lane and thought to herself "how nice"....
I tenderly held this naked beauty against my nakedness one more time and jokingly teased
her that "but....if we are rooming together, how are we going to drag ourselves out of bed
each morning and get to work?" She smirked a bit and advised that there were such
things as cold Ketsup bottles under the covers, and besides, if we were so horny after a
night of fucking, we could always bring our blanket to work and fuck right her on the
office floor. I could not argue that point.

I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her that night. This certainly touched off a
button in her young naked body and she reached up to cup my face in her hands and kiss
me full on the lips as she wrapped her naked thighs around me, backing off momentarily
to teasingly tell me that "I thought you'd never ask." With that we stood and went into my
adjoining wash room and made ourselves presentable, and got dressed. We were soon
headed down Aurora south to catch a cross street to take us over to I-5. We got there and
almost immediately I found an opening in traffic and we were driving down past the stop-
and-go traffic 55 mph. We stopped at a Kentucky Fried Chicken joint and got a bucket of
the Colonel's Original, and then went across the street and got a six-pack of Kosher wine,
to get us through the night of fucking we had planned for ourselves. It seemed like in no
time at all we were pulling up in front of her house in her car as we had used that because
she had a windshield sticker on it for McChord AFB. We had left my Lexus in the garage
back at work for the night. 
As soon as we got in the front door we were busily tearing the clothes from each other in
heat. My cock had hardened extensively even after all that fucking that afternoon and I
was getting ready to once more flood her innards with my love juice. We had gotten
careless that afternoon....we had left hickeys all over each other as we lustfully tried to eat
each other's bodies. Her neck was covered with them but so far I had not eaten her out.
Now I opened her legs and reached down with my mouth and teeth and definitely
"branded her" with hickeys on both of her inner thighs. She wanted to know what was
that for and I told her....you are mine from now on and any guy that sees these is going to
have to fight me to get to you. I have proven to the world that you have allowed me into
your privacy and that these marks prove it. She squirmed around and thanked me for
caring so much for her. She had never experienced this kind of physical love or mental
love from anyone before, including her absent pencil pricked wetbacked husband.

The only thing we ate for awhile that night was me eating her pussy. Her pussy seepage
was simply exquisite in taste. She just had to suck on my cock....she said that that wimpy
little Air Force warrior she was married to did not think it ladylike for her to be a whore
and suck a guy's cock. We fucked for 5 hours straight and then shared a full bottle of wine
and began eating our KFC meal. By the time we had gone through half the chicken my
cock was beginning to stir once more and I put my arms around her nakedness, gently
laying her back on her back, and we began fucking once more. But by that time we were
so full of food and had drunk so much wine that we fell asleep, my cock buried up against
her womb deep in her tummy. I don't think that if I had tried that I could have shot
another load into her at that stage.

The next morning about 5 a.m. she woke me up, having to "go potty". I kissed her back
and slapped her little naked ass a couple of times and told her to go potty as I had a load
to give to her. After I did that by giving her my morning piss hard on, we did not need a
Ketsup bottle, we were ready to get dressed and go to work.

As soon as we got to work that next morning Gina phoned the authorites at McChord
AFB and lying, advised that she had gotten company over the past weekend and that this
company needed an on-base pass sticker for their car. She had to report to the Base
Security Police at the Main Gate to McChord AFB. The Security Police sent her to her
husband's commander who in turn called her husband in Korea. He put her on the phone
and once again she lied and said that "Cousin Barbara" had come to visit from Chicago,
and that she would be staying for awhile, so she would probably need a permanent base
pass for her cousin's car. Her husband approved and soon we were headed back up to
Seattle to get my Lexus and bring it back down to McChord AFB to register it on base.