This story contains adult language
and scenarios of sexual and erotic situations.
Reader discretion is advised.
Ryan was out of breath by the time he reached the shipping room...thank goodness Patricia was still there. He had been trying to connect with her for over a week, always missing her by seconds.
“puff...puff...Patricia...puff...puff...hi....”
“Oh, hi Ryan, long time, no see.”
“Yeah...puff...at last...puff...been trying to catch up…puff…with you all week.” She made an impish gesture that said ‘Well, here I am’. “Ummm….” Now he was stuck for words. “Could I take you to lunch? Do you have time?”
“You caught me on a good day. I have two more stops then I’m done, so lunch would be great. Do you want to meet somewhere?” She had known Ryan going on six years, he worked the shipping department when she first started to courier. He was an irrepressible flirt, no different than all her other male clients, but this was the first time he had asked her to ‘do’ lunch (she hated that expression and thanked heaven he didn’t use it!).
“Barney’s is the closest and quietest.” He said.
Ahh...he wants to talk...now she was curious. “Okay, Barney’s is good, twelve-fifteen plus or minus?”
“Perfect, see you then.”
He was seated in a booth when she arrived and had stood her for a beer. She slid in across from him, filled her glass, thanked him silently, touched her glass to his, “Cheers.” and took a good swig. “Now, you have to tell me the occasion.” She said.
He slid an envelope across to her, her name printed on the front, still sealed, she had to tear it open.
Dearest Msss. Patricia:
This letter will introduce Ryan whom I believe you are
already acquainted with. He told me recently that he was looking for someone
‘special’ and I gave him your name. I guess I spilt the beans about your ‘extra-curricular
activities’. He
denied any knowledge and asked me to write this note of introduction. Please
hear him out as we share a common interest.
Once again I apologize for not checking with you
first.
Your servant,
Kevin.
“Have you read this?” She asked...he shook his head no. She was sure he was telling the truth so she handed it back. While he read she was thinking that Kevin talked too much...she had a therapy guaranteed to keep his mouth busy...next session. Ryan nodded in agreement as he read. When he finished he handed the note back and gave her a hang-dog grin.
“So what have you two ‘boys’ been saying about me?”
He had rehearsed this in his head a dozen times but he was still uncomfortable. Patricia was often in his fantasies...her great shape and her athleticism...but never for a second did he ever believe he could get her to wrestle. “I’m not sure where to start. Me and Kev’ ended up at one of those mud wrestling affairs last month and I let it slip that the idea of wrestling a girl...sorry...woman, was a real turn-on. Kev’ maybe had one too many and blurted your name. Once the beans were spilt he told me about the ‘sessions’ he has with you and gave me the URL to your website.”
“I see…go on.”
“So I checked...you offer wrestling sessions…you wrestle guys like…” He continued. “And I thought you would...maybe...so here I am.”
“So what is it exactly?” She knew but she needed to get him to relax and talk it out.
“Wrestling, I was hoping I could arrange a session of wrestling”
“Me? Wrestle you and Kevin? That doesn’t sound too fair.” She chuckled to herself.
“Oh no, just me.” Now he was flustered. “Or just Kev’. One at a time.” He corrected quickly before he realized she was teasing.
“Call me tonight or e-mail me to set up an appointment.” He nodded his understanding. “And tell Kevin to call me, I want to hear from him too.” Over lunch they chatted about ‘old’ times for a while then he explained his fascination with wrestling. He complained that most of the women who serviced the ‘mixed’ community were bodybuilders, chemical freaks, two hundred pounds with eighteen inch biceps. Hardly what he considered wrestling, more domination than anything. It was all one sided, no to and fro, they would kill him, hardly the turn-on he was looking for.
“When you checked my web site did you notice there was a fee?”
“Yes, I have it here if you want it now.” Oh brother...anxious or what! But if she refused his offer now, would he follow through? She took his money...now he was committed!
He e-mailed her as directed and requested the first available time slot. Thursday next week was open. The e-mail went back...all set!
To Be Continued.