Chapter 11 Beautiful Carolyn .

If ever a woman existed with a man's outlook on sex, then it was Carolyn. She and I got along and I think it was because we saw a little of each other in ourselves. I first saw her on my job interview. She was working in one of the labs down the hall from my office. Carolyn was one of those willowy well proportioned women. She was slender, with long legs, wearing heels she probably topped 5' 8" or a little more. She had a classic oval face and nearly waist length black hair. She was very striking. She is probably still shopping in the girl's juniors department even though she is probably 50 now. Vain? Well yes. I remember she didn't handle turning 30 very well. She had augmentation up top so her breasts were a high and tight large C or small D cup which looked a lot bigger on her slender frame. She had a narrow waist, that flared to relatively narrow hips, that from the back made her ass into a perfect heart shape if her legs were together. All in all she was a stunning sight. Carolyn like bad boys and lived with a biker named R** who was about 20 years her senior. He arrived at work in a caddy, and dealt drugs on the side. I have to admit I was gaga over her at first sight. She gave me hot flashes. Well our paths seldom crossed until lab assignments changed and her boss retired. She was the only technician assigned to a manager who had been put out to pasture. This guy use to wield quite a bit of influence but he was pretty much a non entity when I came to the company. The only thing I remember was he looked like an old version of Soupy Sales. Really. I can't even remember his name, but when he left Carolyn was assigned to our section because we needed field crew. I think the chemistry or at least the attraction we had for one another, or maybe it was just the lust from my side was a bit obvious. I remember going to a company picnic at Birch Lake and getting the evil eye from R**. Carolyn was wearing a bikini top and a pair of cut offs. I don't think I was too obvious ogling her nice deep cleavage. Besides I was not the only guy there who would have traded a months pay to get into he pants. I know for sure another was our bosses boss. The man who I still remember fondly will remain nameless, but as branch manager he took more than a passing interest in Carolyn. He never acted on it but got a vicarious thrill I think. He even queried me on it the last time I spoke with him only two years ago. Yes, Carolyn definitely made an impression. My first encounter with her on an intimate basis was during a trip to Giddings, Texas. She had been there working our mobile lab for a couple weeks when I arrived. Her and her crew were due to leave the next day. When my crew and I arrived we turned in and they were still out partying. I had just fallen asleep when there comes a knock on the door and there is a tipsy Carolyn with a big grin and me standing in my briefs. Without so much as a word she pushes me into the room and onto the bed. Off we go to the races. The just as the train is about to enter the tunnel, the phone rings. I answer the phone, and surprise, surprise! Its' R**. He was looking for Carolyn and thought I might know where she was. Here I am lying on top of her with my pulsing hard-on poised to re-arrange her insides and he wants to play twenty questions. I tell him I was asleep and that the other crew was out when we arrived. Does he buy it? Hell I don't know. All I know is that my panting partner got the gist of the conversation and is dressing as soon as I hand up the phone. She is off to do damage control. Well, nothing happened again for probably a year. I go into the field with other technicians such as Kathy R. and one we'll call T. Not being a supervisor and their age they saw no reason not to have recreational sex. Mind you I never ever pressured anyone. Hell I had no influence to wield, either as a threat or as a reward. It was just a combination of being away from home for weeks, drinking at night to blow off steam, and someone you considered nice, safe and devoid of scruples. Kathy and I first went on a canoe trip with a group and shared a tent and sleeping bag, so we weren't strangers. We just had to be a bit more discrete on a work trip to keep tongues from wagging. T was going through a rough patch in her marriage, divorce I think they call it. I don't think she'd ever been with anyone else and was curious. I took it nice and slow and held her for a long time afterwards. I think she appreciated it, and it never affected our working relationship, and we never spoke of it again. If anything I think she was more relaxed around me. We had other opportunities on trips but never engaged in anything else. I turned out while Carolyn was in the field on trips, Ron, her boyfriend was filling his time and the void in his bed with a teen something biker girl. I don't think the fact he was screwing another girl bothered Carolyn as much as she was younger and R** was letting her wear Carolyn's clothes. Yikes! She moved out and got an apartment. I was divorce and made a half hearted attempt to ask her out, but she had already set her cap for another guy and in short order they got married. I soon learned what Carolyn's game was. She kept her lives separate. No interaction between work and home. I knew her husband; I'll call him Mr. B., his first initial. We knew one another from the softball field. Nice guy, but I don't think he liked me long before I gave him reason not to. I think Carolyn created a smoke screen at home to preempt any rumors or such that might come into the home front from a secondary. In other words she convinced Mr. B I was an SOB long before I ever did anything. That way there was no way Mr. B would ever suspect we were chummy. In the fall of 1984 a juicy plum of a survey dropped into my lap for a location in Montana We would stay in a small town called Jordan. Two people would drive supplies up in two trucks and pick up the remaining two members of the crew in Great Falls, then drive up to Jordan, Montana. Jordan was recently famous as it was the site of the standoff between the Freeman Separatist group and the FBI. We set up a lab in an old abandon auto parts store on main street. Carolyn and I would drive the trucks up. My branch manager Mr. M called me up to his office and looked at me and just laughed and shook his head. He said he wanted a full report when I got back. First I had to go to Denver and set up the particulars of the survey with the exploration manager in our office there. I had an old acquaintance from a wild training trip through Montana, Wyoming and Colorado. She was in exploration and her name was Luanne. We made arrangements to go out with some of her friends and she let me stay at her house. We ended up in her hot tub with the other couple and drank a lot. Luanne was a pretty short haired blonde. Quiet and conservative. Not at all like the gals in my geology department in school. She was a great geologist and fun to be around. But she was introverted a bit. I cannot imagine how she got up the nerve or courage to come into my room that night. She must have known I was easy. To be honest it was like doing it for the first time. Not at all rushed, or frenzied, but slow, soft and tender. I can be a considerate guy. I sensed that was what she was looking for. It was a beautiful night. The next day my bed was empty, the alcohol had worn off, and it was a bit awkward. So I walked up to her and gave her a long kiss. That broke the ice and said for my part, that there were no regrets. I spoke with her a few years back and she is happily married with a lovely daughter, probably in high school or college now. To Be Cont'd