SENSUAL MODE AND THE ADVENTURE TO BE
After a few years; she was already done with her academics –she had finished at the college already and had furthered at one of the best ivory-towers in the States on the basis of scholarships as she was brainy. School life and friends had been able to finally influence her and had successfully changed her sensual attitude towards sex and the likes related. She was still full of anxiety though and on several occasions this popped up at school. All these new adds of hers stretched with her back into her immediate community. She had been employed on merit by one of the best Paranormal Dating Agency around which was making incredible wave. At work, she was the best among the rest employees, in handling drugs, chemicals and plants for the paranormal creatures in the care of the agency she works for. She had been doing really great to the extent that her influences later got her real occupational respect and that eventually qualified her to be part of the Executive Council.
‘I have got some old friend Shirley. We once had it and it was real to be blunt but things got bad as I lost my mother. What do you think huh…?' She paused a moment recollecting the stances the agency was trying to make their paranormal clients enjoy their stay by improving in so. She bit the sides of lips figuring out the plausible ways she would fit into the puzzle on that. The thought faded almost immediately having been replaced with another--
‘Yo you would do me a favor. Try and pack those prenatal care procedural documents for the old clients on my desk. Will go over the new once afterwards… Thanks… kiss kiss. Owe you one.’ She typed it and sent it to her. It ticked it was sent but it had not been read as her colleague was not online at the moment on the other side.
It was a Sunday morning when the Fathers send the church bell clanking in reverberation hitting the street on all sides. She knew nothing about what they do in there. Her dad would always say to her when she was with them: "all they do is sing incidental songs which they had termed holy hymn; do mass thing and make signs of cross several times before the congregation later let go the ways they have come. He was such a rude bigot as to creed topics. She was still scattered all over in her bed with thoughts about him pressing her real deep in the head. She rose and took her pill on the stool and sent it down with a sip of water in glass water. She had had a fine apartment at the moment. Her apartment –had twosome front doors closed into one; the other beds were to the right; a small alcove to the left, not shown are the small kitchen and bathroom. Her cell phone rang, she drew it out and clicked on the green part to answer. It was him again.
‘Hi!' from the other side. She replied ‘Hi!' ‘Am I forgiven and permitted to come around now? I am buying along your favorites' he said from the other side… there was a brief pause. She blushed and her pretty rotund dimples pointed out shining as the light up the ceiling reflected on them.
‘Alright but do not be long.' She responded.
He was glad to have been able to win her attention back. Years of waiting and persistent trials were not for waste –he thought in his mind.
‘Knocks on the door.' ‘Who's it… Come in.' ‘It is me, Ben… You asked me to come in but the door still locked at your end there' he said and smirked kn disgust. He believed she had done that on purpose. He muttered in his mind –
‘She must be a worst bitch now for treating me this way this far!' She dashed towards the door and opened it to see him in.
‘Thank very much. He initiated hugging. They hugged, she collected what's in his hands and broke the hug giving him some wry smile --she didn't mean to hug.
"On getting the message he chuckled and developed the chuckling into smile ending it with short laughter as he was heading towards the sitting room to make himself comfortable. He had got flowers – rose, orchid and tulip to present her with them.
‘You have come to kill me right? You have got around the irresistible one you should know that but I'd have my ways around it though' she said as she looked right at him in the seat with one side of her face putting her utmost aura into lead as she walked about.
She cooked, they ate, exchanged gist about the current days sophistications and all that tagged alongside, they talked about their beginning part when they were in their childhood and the crazy things they did together way back then. They later spoke about the romantic part which was the closest to the time she eventually lose her mother and they ended their talk as they have been drinking for hours on her mother. Ben, felt he was left with no choice again but to apologize.
‘I have gone past that… during my days at the college. She's gone and there is nothing, no one would have done, nothing… nothing you or I could do now to bring her back. Once you go there, you are not coming back. I am so sorry for putting the whole blame on you… for…for… long.
'She said with her eyes shutting uncontrollably and opening
... She still liked him, it appeared so. There was a part of him that still wanted to be with him but there was a grave in her consciousness reassuring he could never be the alpha man she need to spend the rest of her life with. How her subconscious self– came around such a resolve deep down her mind she could not know. They appeared intoxicated, Ben was all fine but faking not... as he felt not to leave her just there intoxicated on the cushion. He was seated right close to her, with series of thoughts flocking up his head, going out and coming back in. He would not want to spoil the art of redemption he was beginning to enjoy. Right in the processes of these thoughts, she said ‘let's go inside, it is late.'
Well, Ben gave the facial expression that was no new news and it-is-good-you-too-know-that sort of expression. She was actually still under intoxication. He began to reason what he should do next having seen her state that way. He made up his mind to do exactly what she had said. As she carried her up to help her into her bedroom to put in a good position for a good night nap, on having her back against the bed cover, as he wanted to leave her, she thrust out her two hands around his neck and romantically forced him to smell the beauteous smell of her irresistible breasts. He smelt real deep and felt for it all. His sense of politeness ran dry within a matter of ‘Jack Robinson'. Then the aesthetic application began, he began to examine each part corners of her body… He paced back for a minute and went back to her in the bead standing, looking unbelievably at her. He had not dreamt it all this would be happening again just this fast. It would be her second time with her. The first time was still quite long past as they both really did enjoy every move which had to do with it. He sighed and began to caress her from her feet. She was beginning to react to that real hot. He stopped, he retracted his hand as if he got shocked right on her golden spotless skin. He paced back. Began to walk fast in unparalleled manner - up and down right in the room holding his head like one confused and not knowing what to do at the same time.
‘Ben.… Ben… please… give it to me…' she said, fingering herself.
He paused on hearing that, before the blink of an eye he was already on his boxer. He climbed the bed and continued to caress her right from the same feet with his rather cold soft palm. His touches had her moved as it spread right through every part of her physiological parts and her neurological senses were already on cloud nine screaming out loud what her meaning that was what she crave for from Ben.., Ben continued to give the impression he was just beginning. Ben was used to being bibitory so… the long alcoholic had no effect on him. He posed in charge while she too looked in charge but right on another on her way to cloud nine. It was though already seeming she was close but all that was just literal to him. He could bear it no more. He was already roused and wet.
Silence heralded the room as she would not let out her fingers yet from herself. Deep down her she was finding cure to her loneliness. The alcohol she took was only triggering her innermost desires. He knew and was indifferent on purpose.Thus, he began to mutter silently at least in complementary to add to the aesthesia of the time being. He muttered sweet words into her ears which propelled living grins out the sides of her mouth in the bed. He felt to tease her through all her erogenous zones to begin with to appreciate her angelic contours. He gently removed her short, shirt… He planned on finishing with her pants, so he moved to the top to her tits and began to, in a sexy way, remove the brassier. She looked half asleep and half conscious and was in the same vein responding well enough to every step of the selfsame activity. He proceeded with her golden pants with purple butterfly drawn and sewn to the base part of it –the middle of the front –just where the clit would probably lie literally. Then she was bare, he got himself bare as well, and his tool was already releasing drops and was breathing heavily -- he could no more wait but to do some shagging with it. He stood, anon, dried his tool bit admiring her as he was doing that thinking loud if she would like it at all if she got conscious just at the moment of penetration. He soliloquized, "this would then be the worst moment of my years" . She was still there… Already trying to shag herself with her own arrow-finger and she was enjoying it real good –at least, it appeared so to him from where he was standing –sexual ire clouded him. He proceeded to her in the bed, held her hand with the finger so fast, so fast that even Barbara opened her eyes and looked right into another phase entirely. Ben was shock thinking she would leave her pretence and shout for help but she closed her eyes back relaxedly. Ben stopped as he felt to let her be. But... as she waa still not herself and as her eyes were yet shut, Barbara deepened plucking finger into her mouth in a sexy way and said,
‘Oh, you afraid uh, give it to me I have missed the fun.' That sounded a green light to him, he smiled, pulled her back well on the bed cover in the bed and split her legs into apart proper and began to lick her beginning from her feet, then... slowly to her rims. She moved to that. She did the same to the next leg, and she moved even the more to that in an exciting way. He couldn't hold it back no more… Then he began to suck her real deep. She began to move and moan loudly at the same time in response. It was unbelievable to him. It had been long he had had her moan like so. He felt proud of himself. He went and onto her clit and used the tip of his tongue to play toying with it for some time. She moaned even louder, enjoying it all. Ben's hand was already so wet. He used it to cream his breasts down back right into her. She began holding and folding the woolly bed cover with her hands; the hands were suspended apart –surrendering herself in totality to Ben. Ben… felt he had done well enough and it was time he'd the real thing. He stooped in the bed, used his hand to feel the strength of his tool in readiness for what was to pour and then inserted it swiftly into her; it entered easily as she had naturally lubricated herself. He had it on top so steamy. He'd change positions at his discretion to soothe hers...
‘Damn!' he expressed and smiled joyfully. They had it all night long fun-filled.
Ben couldn't though believe it yet fully. That such would ever happen twixt them again. After few hours, actually, she spoke --
‘Ben!' She called. She backed him.
‘I hope you enjoyed it all too!' She said romantically.
She continued --‘Good, really, I di... d either but, what happened shouldn't have happened you'd know that... and it would never happen again; you'd know that either. Please, you will not have to call me again nor try to wanna pay me another visit. I am changing my line and might have to relocate to effect my words. We are done as in… done!'
She changed her sleeping position and faced him. She could read meanings to what he saw on his face -- it was no good but she would not care.
‘Now I have got to leave for office' she said with much emphasis in her tone.'
She stood, put on her night gown, looked for her bathroom slippers which were scattered about in the room. One leg, right beneath the fluffy rug under the bed and the other took minutes to locate. He stood up, got dressed and left even before she was done brushing her teeth in the bathroom before she took the kind of warm bath she had way back then. Immediately she was done. Her phone rang, it was Shirley. That day would be the first she would be late to office. She would always be the first to show up prior and at most times be the last to leave – had an aversion for leave.
'Hi..., Shirley!' 'Hi, really? There really is first time for everything indeed. Why have you not been around set huh?'
She asked hurriedly. 'I am on my way and close already...' she replied hurriedly.
She raced down. She hated to be queried or being questioned on matters caused by her own personality. On getting to office, she got to know some sudden development at work.
"The General Manager of the establishment collapsed at work and had been hauled down to the hospital for check-ups and the like." Shirley said.
Shirley made development known and his deputy would be chairing all the affairs for the time being.
'So… it happened just as I have said' said relievedly, Barbara.
She had just told her what went on last night.
'Wow... you had a real great time together... but you damn bad you know? No one would know from the outside. Why that part, uh?' She said inquisitively.
'Which part in exactness?' she said as she was rearranging the files on her desk.
'Why did you necessitate that you must not see again?' She responded.
'O...! That one, it is simple, what we had all we had, the good and the other side, were all real, but he ain't my type. I forgiven him but I could feel right inside me he ain't the one.' ‘Mm... It is still the same 'my type' thing yet! It's alright, it's whatever you say, you are no kid.' she said.
***
At the EC meeting... it was made known that the Paranormal Dating Agency would be sponsoring an excursion which would happen in somewhere…
’The intent was mainly to garner much more knowledge to make entice clients and build good reputation for the Dating Paranormal Agency. Gerri Wilder who was the founder and the Manager of the agency said in the meeting ‘attending to their needs from us normals with our expertise is of utmost importance. The pairing we would always do for them we would continue and never to forget the economic realities around we are not the one, there are always competitors next door.’ She looked at Barbara. She decided to pretend she was unconcerned she mixed the last one. She continued ‘…you would have to find out yourself from her. Her Assistant, would go with you for the first week to assist you in doing some necessary introductions and the likes.'
'You would have to go down to her office for the full briefing as per the excursion. She just went out to ascertain where the excursion was gonna be huh...!' Shirley remarked.
She praised her efforts for her fill-ins when she was not around yet. At noon on the same day, Wilder’s Assistant, who she’d put in charge of the paper works and other things having to do with the dissemination of information, had already come back around, right in her office, was busy looking at the globe -- map on the monitor on her desktop on her table. Their offices were given the best of the best designs as each one was built with some sort of translucent glasses. Barbara took the other side which had the back of Wilder and the monitor as well. The office of the Assistant was situated right at the behind of the Wilder’s at the center whilst everyone else's was arranged around them masterly. Wilder was away to assist in another patient and help him with a suitable pair. She was perfect at that. As she approached her she could spot her from further even before entering some sort of whale-like whitish picturesque thing -- you'd know how the South Pole look-- her first time there was highly incredible and adventurous... she understood and interpreted the image as what the earth looks like from afar when the satellite takes its shot.
'Beautiful' Barbara said.
Wilder was arduously admiring it with the facial expression how to survive fine the nipping and nonstop blowing of cold atmospheric conditions of the destination. She knocked, she admired her with earnest gazes as she wouldn't know what was really in stock for her. She noticed how she looked like as she was seated there in the executive chair-- her hair was being tired back, in her lab coat as she was just done at one of the labs. She had the thought the colleague who got sick might have exposed himself to some sort of Biochemical product or something worse and wouldn't want to complicate issues by taking some adherence with levity. She was always fraught with strict dress code for occasions for precedence as she always adhere to the superstructure, mother agency, for all paranormal agencies in the States. This, made it always comfortable for to explain comfortably how things as per dressing ought to be like. She would say that 'hair that looks great or not down could simply become scorched by Bunsen burners or spoilt by machines. Braids could be good and chic alternative also libs buns and shake off up-does. If long hair would not do for your which should, short -styled bobs which has contemporary could come in.
The lab is no jocular avenue or bathtub where are sandals would be done away with. Why would you in normalcy not use the lab without it uh, it would be insane! In their, chemical spills could be contractive and could lead harm toes when precautions are not taken. Loafers could hold up some unbelievable features untold cute, use or get your hands on tall riding boots; they give style to any workbench. Short hemlines have their temporal effects, and lab guidelines strictly regulate wears. Bare skin is dangerous for contact with hazards. Reduce and never again try to maximize the amount of skin as per hemlines. Get your hands on leggings which may assist with short hemlines. You'd try uh…. dressing to your comfort and safety. Once the mother agency's requirements are met then consider what is comfortable for you. Most scientists work long hours most especially you, Barbara, thus wearing comfortable clothes is necessary huh! However, comfort no liberty is ought to be regarded as leverage for slattern ethics or untidiness. You, individually as you are trying with necessary efforts on style allows you to be prominent among multitude as a Pharmacist, Scientist with high standards. You would notice, there was no reflection on how should go about their own thing, trust me, I am well-handling that tomorrow.
Though not necessarily fair, there still exists the sentiment or stigma that female sex who overdress in formal offices are not committed or are incapable of producing convincing outcomes. By dressing tastefully, yet with much more emphasis on appropriateness.’ She paused… ‘…for effect. Note that you as well as I myself can avoid unfortunate prejudgments. Many clothing things brands offer feminine yet work appropriate clothing which allows individuals to express their sense of self will look professional and chic.'
And she would always end it all in a note; she continued as she reminded them that ‘individual's style is an expression of self. However, when dressing for the lab room, a self-check must be performed to make sure you are not broadcasting an unintended message. Be comfortable and be yourself while still looking professional.' Shirley would call her usual long talks about what to sickly boring... She would at times express in her mind "Is it not what to wear huh, oh, come on cut the crap!"
Barbara entered was asked to sit. She sat
'I learned you were late today and couldn't attend the meeting' The Assistant declared.
'I woke up bad and late today as I slept late yestreen' she responded. 'Well, I am not satisfied with the excuse, sorry, we would get to talk about that later in the day' she said frantically.
'But there are things we need looking into together. Some decisions and appointment were made at the meeting; it was suggested by Wilder and was agree on by all the members of the EC to have to you appointed to go to the Arctic Circle as the company had learned there lie lots of medicinal plants in the tundra which would do this agency a lot of good. I have given out the list and brief description of the common plants you will find in the tundra that are perennials.
Bearberry, bearberry isn't really all about bears, although they have been seen to eat them. Labrador Tea, Diamond Leaf, Arctic Moss, Arctic Willow, Caribou Moss, Tufted Saxifrage, Pasque Flower.
It is gonna be a form of excursion, but we have planned to make the journey much more beneficial to the agency as we are profit oriented as well as caring for our clients. It is not like we are setting your chest, bare, in the cold there... Wilder, the founder said to let you know she would never do that nor to any member of this Paranormal Dating Agency.
May I ask, 'have you been there before?' He expressed inquisitively. She replied, excitedly 'No, but it has for a long time been my dream too, one day. My great… great… great… grandfathers had some family tree kinda thing there before they migrated here centuries back' she responded.
'Wow, well, I am impressed. What a coincidence. Should I even call it that? Just got the tingling to ask. I remember you filled something related to there when you first came around. I was all over your profile.’ She smiled very lightly.
‘Let me brief you on the basics with the ARTIC as you are still a bit past 25 years old - you'd know, no need acting you are beyond your age here as the excursion is sensitive, again, listen up for the basics -- The Arctic region is a unique area among Earth's ecosystems. For example, the cultures in the region and the Arctic indigenous peoples have adapted to its cold and extreme conditions. In recent years, Arctic sea ice decline has been caused by global warming. Life in the Arctic includes organisms living in the ice, zooplankton, and phytoplankton, fish and marine mammals, birds, land animals, plants and human societies. Arctic land is bordered by the subarctic. It's got bunches of adventures too you'd get... which we would all get to see. 'The Assistant said.
‘So we all are gonna go?' she inquired curiously.
She shook her head in response and paused. ‘Barbara… Are you alright?' She inquired curiously. ‘I am good. Why… What is wrong? I am all fine! She said with her eyebrows raised excitedly.
‘No you are not girl. You are hiding something. Your feelings, what is happening to you is quite necessary for us to know. I am suggesting you take a week off if you wouldn't mind, would you? She drew her glasses down a bit, and her head jabbed downwards a bit in order to look at her face, and she was sore ready to see her respond she would love to take it. She knew right at the back of her mind, right from the first day of her being an employee, she had been awesomely active but that day was unlikely. She responded
‘I wouldn't, thank you, Wilder. I am grateful, for making me somehow to be part of the excursion to the Arctic.
‘You are welcome Barbara,' she responded.
To be continued...
