Sex, Lies and Smartphones - 2

[Keiko Alvarez]

After signing in George, or rather Latisha, navigated to a streaming music site that specialized in heavy metal. He wasn’t exactly a metal fan, but he knew the music would drown out Espinosa. Five minutes later he heard the muffled roar of Espinosa’s voice, and he smiled. Fuck you, Bluto.

Two minutes later three grunts in fatigues passed in front of his desk, smirking as they did. O’Hara knew that Espinosa had been shouting at them, but he also knew that as a civilian employee of the government Bluto had no effect on their lives. The soldiers listened patiently before they spun around and, laughing at the idiot, made their way back to their desks.

George then logged into his secure system, pulled up his software and stared at the code on the screen. He knew that he’d be unable to do anything until she arrived, so he just waited. Right on schedule, exactly one hour after George arrived, he smelled her perfume. It was a glorious bouquet, going straight up his nostrils to his brain and sending his heart racing. The best part of his day was a few seconds away.

She passed in front of him-Annie Montoya, a half-Japanese, half-Brazilian little doll. As always, she turned, smiled at him, and then made her way to a group of military guys to flirt. He was jealous, of course, but the last thing George wanted was to appear to be a pathetic old man, so, although he talked with Annie occasionally, he never said or did anything stupid. He just wanted to be around her when he could and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his opportunities.

He studied her as she walked, pleased that, instead of the tight jeans she normally wore, she had on a miniskirt and boots that made her hips whip from side to side. His cock began to stiffen, taking an uncomfortable angle into his undershorts. After carefully making sure that no one was looking, he reached under his pants and straightened it out. He chuckled at the fact that at his age instant erections were things of a past, but not when it came to Annie.

George sighed and, in an effort to blank his mind, turned up the volume on the heavy metal music as he stared at his code, trying to solve some nagging problem.

His thoughts, though, soon returned to Annie. A myriad of questions ran through his mind, questions about what, exactly, he hoped might someday happen between them. George, ever the analyst, tried to figure out what it was about Annie that intrigued him. She was, as she called herself, Brasian, but the average person would have difficulty determining that she was anything but fully Japanese.

George was not the average person, though. After being married to a Japanese woman for more than twenty years, he could pick out the subtleties that defined Annie. Her eyes were hazel, not brown. Her hair was not quite straight, but slightly wavy. It was her lips, though, that defined the difference between her and his wife. Annie’s lips were full and luscious and, so it appeared, always slightly damp. George found it hard to concentrate on Annie’s words when they spoke. He could only concentrate on her lips.

George reminded himself every day that Annie looked amazingly like his wife Nikki did when they first met. Could that be it? Could he see a manifestation of Nikki in Annie?  He wondered if Annie was as wild as his wife had been years ago and if…

George quickly dismissed any sexual thoughts from his mind, forcing himself to concentrate on Annie’s well documented intellect. Of course that, too, reminded him of his wife who was now moving up the ranks in a high powered consulting firm.

George laughed at the idea that he might be turning into a pathetic old man, the kind that lusted after young women that had no interest in them. After laughing, though, he grimaced at the knowledge that he still lusted after his wife who, it seemed, had no interest in him. Like a pendulum, his thoughts swung from Annie to his wife and back again. “Face it,” he mumbled. “You’re pathetic.”

[Jonathan Wolfman]

:)

[JMac1949 Memories]

Brasian... many Japanese-Brazilians in this world... second highest population outside Hawaii and the US West Coast... all who I've met have been great people... looking forward to more.  R&L ;-)

[James Mark Emmerling]

I suspect  George will soon discover he aint as pathetic as he sees himself.

Brazilian and Japanese. Yikes Gosh Almighty. I can almost feel  her exotic proximity. Especially in a goddamn miniskirt and boots. The sway  of those whipping hips you describe will send an erotic shock wave that can raise the dead….as in The Rolling Stones song “Start Me up”…or as in the case of poor G’s blood deprived phallus. Hah! He did the well known pocket rearrangement,hm?  Poor fellow.He  is gonna get damp, which for a dude is not a fun thing.

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So George is with a fine Japanese woman who has lost interest in him as she climbs the ladder.

Intriguing that you link G’s fantasy with near forgotten reality.

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Annie flirts with the toy soldiers,good  for her.George should be schooled a bit in the ways of women: he need not be jealous of her appreciation of fine physical specimens, for physical beauty is not as important as moral and intellectual  and…spiritual beauty. For a gal.

Some say women crave power, and this is true. But G. will show his power soon,I know.

Who, dear K, do you see playing the role of George, if this were a Hollywood script? Just wondering…

I have my own ideas… but am wondering about yours.

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[James Mark Emmerling]

and sorry jmac, i dont see you in the role.

[Keiko Alvarez]

If it were a movie, and if I were playing Annie, it would be George Clooney. Okay, he's too young, so I guess it would be Harrison Ford.

[Arthur James]

`

Your Good! You get Free Pass into Open Pearl Gates?

You no do Open Wide All Hell's Woman's Fury Wrath.

I have witnessed All Hell's Gates Open Wide Often.

`

Breath in bed with soft sputtering lips. Whisper.

You got my full attention in the first paragraph.

 said with Warmth that some Fool was Pathetic.

`

Then, a few days later? I was told ` "You Pathetic.

I once said ref John Baca ` de Great` Pot Flopper:

`

Baca is the "salt of the Earth. "He a Ill-Puppy.

The next day I was told this` "You sick puppy."

Now, I finally Learned to refrain. Hush. Silence.

Life is a Grant Stage. Illusion. We Play Good?

`

You 'ought' to wear a soft polka dot petticoat?

If in bed No wear Cowgirl Boot Spurs? Why?

You 'should' if You Catnap with James M.E..

 

[James Mark Emmerling]

  Free Pass into Open Pearl Gates, you get, says art.

You no do Open Wide All Hell's Woman's Fury Wrath.

~

U sure do.

 I dunno this baca dude art is talking about.

But “Breath in bed with soft sputtering lips. Whisper.”

Is the only romantic scenario worth living.

~

Clooney? Ford? Hm…

One too young one way way too old.

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Clooney got the up from under “eye  thing”. Ford got taciturn stoicism.

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George,tho , has some tummy fat, methinks.

Poor guy.

[James Mark Emmerling]

do not, i meant, re. all female fury.

[Arthur James]

`

James M. E.

Dinnertime.

Sing octet.

Kiss Bambi.

She a Deer.

Baca, John?

`

Kooky Vet.

No Hops.

No sips.

No give

wedgie.

buy new?

or

Used pants.

`

I buy diapers?

Folk so broke.

Change pants.

Buy silk pants.

Burlap undies.

I no wear any.

Pants so itchy.