A Small Indiscretion Ch. 01

(Many thanks to Greowulf for his wonderful editing)

"Cheers!"

"Way to go!"

The four men held up their glasses in celebration.

"To Orbit Mall ... and beyond," said Dave.

The other three nodded in agreement. They knew what he meant.

There was silence for some moments as the group sipped their drinks, the memories of the last few hours no doubt running fresh in their minds.

Dave Harding looked at his team members over his glass. Alistair McCain was on his right. He was their construction supervisor and a key person on their team. Tall and lanky, he always had a smile on his face, always cheering up others. He was Scotty to all those who knew him well. True to his nature, he was enthralling others with some new titbit he had just learned.

To Dave's left was Ron Ferguson, the team's commercial man in charge of all purchases. Unlike Scotty, he was more the reserved type. When it came to meeting tight deadlines, though, he was second to none. Right now he was silently listening to Scotty with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

Well, if one has the likes of Scotty as a team member, it helps to have a couple like Ron to appreciate his sense of humour, reasoned Dave.

He looked across to his third member, Fred Smith. He was the finance man. It was his responsibility to ensure that funds essential to the smooth functioning of the project was disbursed on time by their corporate head office. It was also his responsibility to track and return details of the expenses incurred to the head office, along with an analysis of the budget and projected fund requirements for the week ahead.

Dave Harding, himself, was their Team Leader. A civil engineer by profession, he had been with the company for almost five years.

The Orbit Mall was his first independent assignment as a Team Leader. The management at SeaTech Builders had noted his dedication and sincerity as he executed all assignments handed over to him with alacrity, always within the timeline allotted. The construction of the Orbit Mall was his first solo assignment, completely entrusted to him and his team.

Orbit Mall was a City Council project. There had been other competitors in the fray for the project. It had been a closely fought affair, not that the winner stood to gain anything substantial in terms of hard money. The profits would be nominal. But then, everybody knew that if the winners completed the mall to the satisfaction of the City Council, they stood a very good chance of being awarded the Wilbur Smith Housing Project. Now that was big bucks. Part of the ramshackle downtown area was being converted into a swanky new residential township complete with a swimming pool, Children Park and a recreational club.

In other words, the Orbit Mall project was a dry run of sorts for short listing the contenders for the Wilbur Smith Housing Project.

And his company had selected him to be the Team Leader for completing the assignment.

"Definitely a feather in my cap," thought Dave with a smile.

The meeting at City Hall had gone swimmingly. They had submitted their completion report for Phase 2 of the work, the representatives had listened raptly to him during the Power Point presentation, and even stayed awake while Ron explained the financial outlay incurred to date along with the projections. They of course had their queries and even expressed some reservations, but Dave had been able to satisfy them.

Yet he was worried. He didn't blame them for the reservations expressed; there had been some mishaps, injuries to workers, but luckily nothing fatal. He had been able to convince them that, for a project of the mall's size, such occurrences were almost negligible.

He would have to beef up the safety and security measures, though. Phase 3 was the most critical one. The escalators would be installed as well as all the electrical wiring. The architects would also be visiting to review the work and evaluate necessary design changes. In short he would be co coordinating with different teams of professionals all at one go.

Dave picked up his mobile and punched his wife's number. No celebration could be complete without Sherry.

Dave closed his eyes while he waited for Sherry to answer her mobile. He sighed contently as her face flashed across his mind. He envisioned her heart shaped face with that ever-endearing smile, looking at her cell's flashing screen through those mesmerising blue eyes. In his mind, his eyes slowly travelled down from her generous lips to her 36C, still-firm breasts with those proud, ruby-red nipples, and then on to her flat tummy, then further down to those wide, flaring hips, fleshy creamy thighs and lovely long legs that are smooth as silk. At 5'8'' Sherry, with her shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes complemented well with her husband's 6'', 200 pound strong muscular frame. He liked to keep in shape, though the current project had forced him to skip his daily routines. He could feel a little flab building along his sides ... nothing that he couldn't burn away once he was finished with Phase 3. He smiled. With his dark hair and eyes supplemented by a luxuriant moustache, broad shoulders and an easy going but confident demeanour he never failed to get that deep look and a sigh from the fairer sex at his office, single or otherwise.

But he was thoroughly domesticated and the father of a five year old boy, aptly named Dave Jr or DJ, and he loved every moment of it.

His reverie was broken by the sweet, melodious voice of his wife.

"Hi honey, how did it go?" asked Sherry with a tinge of worry in her voice.

"Great! Just great. The presentation went off smoothly. The City Council people were impressed with our timeline achievements."

"Fantastic," replied Sherry, relief evident in her tone. "But you must take care of those frequently occurring mishaps at the site. If it were to reach the press then it could cause a lot of embarrassment. After all, it's a City Council project and you know how touchy the politicians are about their goody-goody image."

"Yeah, I know. I'll have to work on that," replied Dave. She would know, he thought, After all she is a sub-editor with the local daily paper.

"So when do we celebrate?" asked Sherry with a giggle.

"Will be touching home by midday and then ...," replied Dave in a low, conspiratorial tone.

"I'll have the bath tub filled up and ready and umm ... would you like a landing strip or go for a smooth landing?" replied back his wife in a husky voice. He could tell she was getting turned on. "Nothing but the very best for my man," she continued.

Dave could feel the tent forming in his trousers.

Before he could reply his wife continued, "DJ wants to congratulate his father."

The next few moments were filled with the sound of his baby's squeals of delight as he joyfully clapped his hands and ran behind his battery operated toy plane.

His heart missed a beat on hearing his son's voice. He missed his family, his home.

* * * * * *

He called for a refill. There were some couples dancing on the floor. The music was soft and soothing. It made him relax. Scotty and Ron had moved over to the bar where Scotty had managed to gather some of the more curious onlookers to hear his fables. He could see Fred moving across the dance floor with a pretty blonde. He was good on the floor.

Sherry loved dancing. He wished she was here with him. He missed her.

The Harding and O'Brien families had been next door neighbours in Bellevue. Both their fathers were engineers while their mums were in the education line. Given the common background, both the families had always been close to each other. He, his elder sister Julie, and Sherry and her brother Mike had grown up together.

Sherry had always called her own mother as "Mother" while his mother had always been addressed as "Ma," as addressed by Dave and Julie. Likewise Dave had always addressed Sherry's mother as "Mother."

She was younger to him by two years but definitely his best friend.

And as childhood gave way to youth, the two had also discovered together all about the birds and bees. Sherry had a friendly, talkative nature right from childhood, although the Irish blood running in her veins could also make her stubborn at times. She would always make a determined effort to get what she wanted ... like losing her cherry on her own bed.

Dave smiled at the childhood memory. He had had to jump out of her bedroom window as Mother O'Brien had returned home early that day. He looked down at his right elbow. The scars were faintly visible.

Sherry had been adamant. It had to be on the first day of her safe days. It was only later that he realised that what she really looked forward was a romp on all the five safe days ... yeah, according to the girlie grapevine it could be only five days—the rest of the days he would have to be content with some terrific oral ministrations, and nothing more. Yup, that was his Sherry O'Brien.

Luckily the law of the land never caught up with us, thought Dave with a chuckle.

It had always been the two of them. They had done it in just about every possible position and read all that there was in the Kama Sutra together. Surprisingly she had never gone out with another boy and neither had he thought of chasing another girl.

He had heard from one of his friends that she had gone ballistic when one of her friends had expressed her interest in him. He had never asked her, her Irish blood making him hesitate on that count, and she had never confided in him either.

Mother O'Brien and Ma Harding had looked on encouragingly on the blossoming love. Nothing had escaped their notice. The two families had always been close and they hoped it could go on to something beyond. Nothing could be more perfect than a family alliance.

After High School, he had moved on to Seattle to do his graduate studies in Civil Engineering. His sister was already there completing her graduate degree in Paediatric Dentistry.

The O'Brien and Harding families were mildly surprised but nevertheless pleased to note that the young Sherry was now becoming serious about her own career, as she would often travel back to Seattle with Julie to get a feel of the courses being offered.

Those days would turn out to be his most hectic ones as he would have to juggle his time between a demanding Sherry and his almost as demanding coursework, not to mention the part time job. The "safe days" now no longer mattered as he made it a point to keep a stock of Trojans ready for use. And yes, he did give her the information she wanted on the variety of courses being offered. He did the leg work as Sherry very rarely left Julie's pad. Thank God for Julie ... she never spilled the beans on them, though in hindsight and with the maturity that comes in growing up to be a responsible husband and father, he wondered if Mother O'Brien and Ma Harding had really been that oblivious.

A year later she joined him in Seattle. She had enrolled in the course for journalism.

Anyway that was his Sherry Harding née O'Brien.

"Mr Dave Harding?"

Dave snapped out of reverie and looked up to see a smartly dressed woman standing next to his table. Her dress showed just the right amount of cleavage without being vulgar and stopped a few inches above her knees.

"Yeah, that's me," he replied casually as he perfunctorily checked out the tall, blue-eyed blond.

"I'm Susan Gilmour," she replied brightly and extended her hand.

Oh heck, where are my manners, thought Dave. The drinks were depleting his capacity to think clearly. He got up hurriedly and offered her a chair.

Susan sat down with a grateful look on her face.

"I don't think we have met before ..." continued Dave as he tried his very best to recollect having met her before.

"It's really nice to meet you. Let me tell you, you guys are doing a swell job at the Orbit Mall. Oh, I'm sorry, I work in a real estate firm and we have been hearing a lot about how the project is coming up. Everyone seems to be naming you as the reason for the success."

"Team work, it's all about team work," replied Dave, pleased with the compliments coming his way.

"Oh, you are being too modest," she gushed, leaning forward just that little bit as she said so.

Dave could see that she had decided to go without her bra for the evening. The swell of her ample breasts mesmerised him.

"You must have heard about the Lockbourne project. What a mess that was!" she continued as she sipped her drink.

Dave nodded. Everybody had heard about the delays, the slipped deadlines and shoddy construction. In fact he had carefully gone through the reports of that project before taking up his current assignment. He had no intention of repeating the mistakes made there.

They continued discussing more works and the construction industry in general.

Dave began to slowly open up to the woman sitting in front of him. She was quite knowledgeable, and well informed about the latest happenings. He found himself giving his opinion on the future prospects of the business, the threat of international firms coming into their line of work, and yes she had a wonderful pair of boobs. Time and again he would find himself staring down the front of her dress.

A pretty lady, said Dave to himself as he put down his empty glass.

"You married?" asked Susan, looking down at his wedding ring. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yup, thoroughly domesticated" he replied with a smile.

They were soon talking about family matters, the problems faced in juggling time between family and job.

Dave felt completely at ease in the company of his admirer. They continued chatting on child upbringing and other trivia matters as the drinks flowed.

He felt light headed.

"Hey you didn't ask me for a dance," said Susan in a mock hurt tone, with a twinkle in her eyes.

"My apologies," replied Dave as he carefully got up from his chair. The drinks were making him feel funny.

"Accepted," replied Susan with a laugh and extended her hand towards him.

Susan placed her hand on his shoulder as Dave expertly guided her across the floor in tune to the slow number being played.

"Umm ... so you are good dancer too, what else are you good at?" she asked mischievously as he led her firmly by her waist and twirled her around the floor.

She stepped closer to him as they came face to face.

Dave stared down her front, the delicious twin globes were on full display. Susan made no attempt to adjust her stance. He could clearly see her taut tits. Instead she moved closer to rest her head on his broad chest, her hand moving behind to rest firmly on his back.

They were dancing very close to each other. It was getting late and there were not many other couples on the floor. The two had the dance floor more or less to themselves.

She pressed closer, melting into his arms, breasts touching his chest, his hardness rubbing against her belly.

"Ummm ... I'm flattered, the Dave Harding of Orbit Mall fame finds me attractive," she murmured. By now she had both her hands clasped behind his neck, sending a strong and clear signal to Dave.

Dave had his eyes shut. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of his partner on the floor. Oh, she was so soft and warm, so bubbly, so lively ... he just couldn't wait to step into the bath tub. He pressed his face into her hair.

They were now motionless.

"It's getting late Dave. How about escorting me to my room? I don't think I will be able to find it all by myself," she slurred.

The two moved towards the foyer, leaning heavily against each other.

Dave turned the key and the two lurched inside in a drunken stagger.

"That was a fantastic evening," said Susan as the two sat on the bedside.

"You are wonderful company," replied Dave.

"Ooh thank you," said Susan. She came close and pressed her lips on his. Their mouth parted and the kiss turned into a slow, wet and steamy affair.

"How about a night cap?" asked Susan with a smile.

"Huh, I don't know ... I think we have had one too many already," replied Dave hesitantly.

"Oh pretty please, your flight is at midday, so what's the harm?" she asked with a pout.

"Guess one more will not really not make much of a difference. Besides, my room is on the same floor, so I suppose I will just about make it there," he replied thoughtfully.

"Yippee!" exclaimed Susan with clap of her hands.

"You order the drinks and I will freshen up and join you," she replied and moved towards the bathroom.

The room service soon had their drinks delivered.

Dave settled on the couch, waiting for Susan to return. He heard the shower stop and shortly thereafter Susan walked in.

His eyes opened in surprise. She was wearing the briefest of negligees. It was made of a sheer fabric and hid practically nothing. His eyes travelled from her plump breasts down to her thighs. He could make out the dark patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Her breasts flounced about in their very own movement, the taut nipples straining against the soft fabric.

She sat in the middle of the bed, her legs straight out, the negligee riding up to

over mid thigh.

"Come sit beside me," she chirped in a happy tone.

Dave hesitated.

"Aw," she looked down at herself and then back again to Dave. "Nothing you

have not already seen or felt," she said impishly.

"And pull back the curtains and switch off the lights. The night view is beautiful."

The two sat on close to each other, admiring the night skyline.

He felt her soft body upon his. His arms reached out to clasp her. The two kissed

each other hungrily.

It was a full moon. The moon light lit coming through the window lit up the two sweating bodies as they coupled with an animal lust.

The woman wailed as her partner drove inside her with powerful thrusts, bolts of electricity shooting through her body. Her screams turned to a whimper as the man rammed inside her hot, welcoming pussy one final time and then slowly collapsed on her.

Dave pushed his head into the pillow, but the dull pain in his head refused to subside. Once again he had downed one too many pegs. He thought of Scotty. Dave never remembered Scotty complaining about any hangovers, and he would even touch the construction site on time the next morning after a night of heavy drinking.

He sat up rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust to the morning sunshine.

He saw her sitting on the couch, looking steadily and silently at him.

For a moment, there was a look of confusion on his face and then realisation set in.

He looked down at his nude body and then to the rumpled and soiled bed sheets. They told their own story.

"Sarah ... huh," he said with a look of alarm on his face, desperately trying to recollect the name of the lady he had slept with.

"Susan, it's Susan," she said with a sob. "Dave, I ... I think we made a mistake," she continued as she crossed and uncrossed her legs.

"I suppose the night cap did not turn out to be a good idea after all. I mean it was a wonderful dinner but ... but I'm married, and so are you," she finished with a whisper, tears running down her cheek.

"I couldn't agree with you more," replied Dave morosely.

He felt guilty for taking things that far the previous night. He looked at her. She was wearing a tight pair of faded jeans and a blouse. Obviously she had woken up much before him and had refreshed while he continued to sleep.

"The evening was great, and you are a wonderful person," continued Dave, "and I should have stayed within my limits. Blaming it on the drinks is not going to change the matters. We did spend the night together," he continued.

"You ... you were nice . . . No, I will be honest, you are terrific," replied Susan with a wane smile.

Dave looked at her. Her frank reply and the odd look in her eyes which he could not fathom made him feel disconcerted.