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Subject: {ASSM} Canadian Julie (MF)
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Canadian Julie

Julie and I worked for a soda bottling company in Seattle. I was in my
mid twenties and already a general manager. She worked as an
accountant.

When I met her, I immediately liked her. She had a cheerful, wide,
unselfconscious smile--a  blazing smile - a little thin gap between her
two front teeth. Her curly brown hair came down shoulder length and
framed her dark brown eyes, her light brown skin and high cheekbones.
At 5 foot-8, she was toned, if not a little muscular, blessed with
beautifully curved legs that tapered into sexy black pumps. She
dressed like you'd expect an accountant to: knee-length skirts, a
jacket, silky blouses, that sort of thing. It was a fetishist's wet
dream written into the fabric of corporate America.

The day we were introduced, we struck up a friendship. We pretended we
were two young people in a sea of zombies. We ate lunch together
almost every day.

She came from Halifax, Canada, had recently graduated college, lived
at home, and was unemployed. That's when she met an American guy that
worked for a large construction supply firm. They'd only been married
5 months when she came to the U.S. The bottling company was her first
job. She told me she didn't have to work. Her husband made more than
enough money, but she wanted to keep busy. Staying home would drive
her nuts.

We talked at work, ate together, and occasionally had drinks after
work. Just the two of us. We told each other's stories. We became well
acquainted. An then, about 3 months after she started working, she
told me that she was putting in her 2 weeks. She was going to leave
the company. Her husband had been transferred out of state.

I tried not to let it show but it was hurting. Yeah, you never know
what you have, and all that. It's true. You think about being with
someone, even when you know it's not in the cards. Two days before her
last day, we ate lunch at the pizza place across the street. I felt
exhausted.

"What's the matter?" she asked, a string of cheese dangling out the
side of her mouth.

"You don't want to hear it," I said. You say something like that, it's
going to get messy.

"I do," she pleaded.

"Nah, it's not right." I fanned the flames.

"What?" she asked, gaping mouthed, wanting to get it out of me.

"I'm going to miss you." There.

"Yeah, I'll miss you too." She looked to the side of my face, avoiding
my eyes.

"Right," I said.

"How's the pizza?" she asked, trying to change the topic.

"Julie, you know what I mean. I'm going to miss you because..."

"Don't." She raised the stop sign.

"I just wanted to say it. I should have said it earlier. I know I
should keep it to myself, but I'm going to kick myself if I don't let
you know." I stuttered it out, but I made my point, I thought.

She glared at me. She looked like she was going to slap me or walk
out, or both.

"Let's not talk about this now," she said sternly.

We ate the rest of our pizzas in silence and walked back together.

We went back to our offices. I typed, called clients, and did my work
like always. Toward the end of the day, I heard that Julie had left
for good. She'd been given her last day off. I was in the kitchen when
another woman accountant, also named Julie, gave me the news. I tried
not to look surprised, but I got out of there fast. I walked back to
my desk. I sat at my chair and looked around my office. I couldn't get
any more work done. Shit.

I grabbed my jacket to leave. That's when I saw the note under my
keys. "2500 Mercer Street,  Colonial Apartments, room 250. Meet me
after work."

Fuck that. I rushed out.

I walked briskly to her place. The Colonial 's a high-class brick
building. I walked thru the lobby, and then leaped and ran up the red
carpeted stairs.

I found the white door with the bronze plaque. When I knocked on the
door, I expected her to answer.

Her friend Allison opened the door, pried it open just enough so she
could talk to me. "Yeah?"

"It's me."

She opened the door all the way.

"Hey, Julie, Case is here. Come in, Case. Come to say bye to Julie?"

"That's right."

"Hey, Case!" Julie yelled from somewhere inside.

"Want a drink? I know where they're at," offered Allison, a glass of
Scotch up to her cheekbone.

"How about a beer?" I said.

Allison walked away. Her short red vinyl skirt squeaked and her
midriff marine sequence blouse, glittered as she turned away, a little
unsteady on her feet. Another place, another time, she'd be the center
of attention.

Julie stepped into view with my beer, a bottle of Kokanee. She'd taken
off her work uniform, and changed into lounge-around pair of black
stretch pants and pink t-shirt. I looked down and thought, what nice
thighs.

"Hey, Allison," yelled Julie."You're going to be late,"

Allison came back with her LV clutch between her hands. "That's right.
Can't keep the gang waiting. Come with me, guys." Allison pulled at my
shoulder with her red manicured nails.

Julie turned her around. "Here, give me a hug. I'm going to miss you."
It took several more minutes before Allison left and the door closed
behind her.

"What's she up to?" I asked.

Julie laughed, all her pretty white teeth on display. "You don't want
to know."

I walked into the suite. She walked ahead and sat on a white leather
couch and patted at a spot right next to her."

I walked over.

"I thought you were gone without saying goodbye."

"I thought about it."  She looked up to me, a pained look on her face.

There was a pause, as she got it together. "But I changed my mind. I
talked to Allison..." She let it drift off.

I sat down inches from her.

"Where' Jim?"

"He's already in Texas." She looked at me, "Let's not talk about him.
OK?"

I nodded.

She jutted her chin forward. "What was that you wanted to tell me?"

I had nothing. The idea flashed across my mind, it was so late in the
game. Forget it.

We looked at each other.

"Kiss me," she commanded. She cut into it the moment. "I leave on
Monday. The moving company will be here all weekend. Come on."

I was thinking things over, like I was turning into chicken shit.

"You don't want to kiss me?"

"Yes."

She reached her head over. I briefly kissed her smooth glossy lips.
They tasted of a combination strawberry gloss, booze, and cigarettes.
Her hair was wet.

She spoke. "Why didn't we do this earlier? Why didn't I tell you how
much I wanted you? I wanted to. I wanted you to take me away. I wanted
you in my arms, kissing me."

"I thought about you all the time. At work, in my dreams, when I sat
alone in my condo late at night."

She leaned closer, shut her eyes and we kissed, again. At first they
were quick furtive kisses and then they got longer, more protracted. I
reached my hands to her face, and gently stroked her hair back behind
her ears. We kissed on our chins, on our lips, all over our faces. I
looped her wet curly brown hair on my fingers, and caressed her head.

"I love your kisses," she whispered. We sat there making out for an
hour or more.

Julie made the next move to take it further. She raised her arms--
universal symbol for, take this shirt off.

I yanked it over her head. She looked wonderful in her lacey black
bra. Her breasts a warm brown shade, curvy, large enough but not too
big, with a deep shadow for cleavage. I moved my fingers through her
hair and held it back with my fist. I pulled her head forward and
kissed her tight. She took off my shirt. Just like that, we slowly
undressed. Next came her bra. She turned it around, and with a snap,
and pulled it off. Her tits dropped down a few inches. Naked from the
waist up, we worked our mouths into a duet of lips and tongues over
out bodies.

I moved my hands up and down her body. I felt for everything I had
always wanted to feel: her shoulders, knees, tits, her thighs, and her
bottom. I squeezed and tickled the tips of her breasts. Sometimes she
would open her eyes, but mostly she kept them closed. We simmered and
growled. Tongues came out more often and did more. She nuzzled in on
my neck and let let out a long wide breath.

She gave me something to do and opened her legs for business. I went
for it. She was drenched right through her panties and pants. I rubbed
her moist cunt through her thin polyester pants.

"Can I touch your pussy?" I asked politely, like a gentleman who
wanted to fuck a married woman.

"Of course," she answered back.

I pushed my hand through the elastic of her pants. I felt wiry, bushy
hair. I patted her pubes. I found her over heated hole. It was a mess
of slick slime, warm to the touch. My other hand stroked her face. I
brushed an open palm across her neck and face, and down her chest to
her swollen nipples. I rubbed my hand on her lap and outer thigh. I
moved my fingers along her pants' waist line, and gently snapped it.
We smacked lips and exchanged tongues. We knew what needed to happen.

I put my arm around her warm uncovered waist. "I'm going to miss us."

She maneuvered herself on top of me, and took my tongue into her
mouth. I gently moved her off and  slid down the sofa onto my knees. I
looked down at her pussy and. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down a
few inches. She laughed. We looked intently at each other, until I
went under and out of sight. Face first and eyes closed, I probed thru
her neat patch of black hair and lapped around the fleshy folds of her
pink pussy. I flicked my tongue into her opening. Her body twitched. I
pushed my tongue into her. She twitched again and again. She was
smooth and almost tasteless. The tastelessness of the finest pussy
filled my mouth. I squeezed her outside legs and took a breath before
pressing in deeper. I ate her gash voraciously. I came up for quick
breaths and dived down again. She pressed my face closer to her pussy,
and thrust her bottom forward.

I could hear a "Yes, yes." from somewhere beyond the inner thighs that
now pressed against my ears.

Her thighs quivered and she bucked.

"Oh, god. " I got out of the way. She convulsed.  "Oh, God, I love
you, love you, love, I don't want to leave. I want this night to go on
forever."

She rubbed her clit. Women know better than anyone how to work their
own equipment. I studied the agony in her face, as her two hands
rubbed her into climax.

She groaned hard. "Fuck me, fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need it."

I scrambled and put my cock into her. She grunted as my eager cock
entered her burning hole. I pushed it all the way up and held it
there. I had to slow down. I forced her to slow down.

"Wait, wait," I said.

Her excitement subsided, and then I started moving in an out again.
Slow and deliberate. She squeezed her vaginal walls on my cock.

"Tight. You see?" She said, proudly.

Nice trick. I drew out the enjoyment, stopping whenever I felt she was
getting too close, or when I felt my nuts squeezing the semen out my
dick.  When the time came, I pushed in stronger and faster. I slammed
my pelvis onto her sore cunt.

"Uff, uff," she said over and over again.

We came. First me. Semen burst after after semen burst. I forced
myself to stay inside. A few seconds later, she came. I collapsed,
near senseless, on top of her. After a minute, she got up and poured
herself a drink of water. She walked back to the couch, and offered me
the glass.

It was getting late. Sexually drained, we walked into her bedroom,
hand in hand. She fell face first into the cold bed. I came up behind
her and gently squeezed her tits and thighs. She pushed her ass toward
me. My cock slipped between her warm butt cheeks. I gave her ass a
good loud slap. She got on her knees, face down on the sheets. I
kissed her all over, her tits, her ass, spine and neck. I breathed
into her ear. I told her I loved her.

I remembered kisses on my face, her small hand in mine, a canopy of
hair over my face.

I don't remember falling asleep.

***

I didn't go to work on Friday. Her moving crew packed up by
themselves. They were a premium outfit, and took care of it all. We
went to the Camano Islands, far out of the way of anyone we may have
known. We ate, watched DVDs, and we had sex. We made love throughout
afternoons, evenings, and  straight into the morning. We existed in
suspended time. And then, time ran out.

On Monday, I drove her to the airport, and accompanied her to
security. We hugged, and then she was out of my life.

She emailed me every once in a while. We spoke on the phone. We talked
about how our lives had changed. She had left her husband, and had
moved to Vancouver. I had dated Allison, and broke up 2 months later.
I was dating a new girl, nothing serious. It didn't matter.

She told me she was visiting Seattle, and hoped I'd be able to meet
her.

***

I went to the airport just before Julie was scheduled to arrive. I
ended up waiting two more hours. Her flight was delayed in customs. I
sat down and read through my emails. I looked at the pictures she had
sent me. After a while, people started coming down. They came in
droves. I looked past groups of travelers. I searched for my Julie.
People filled up the luggage area. Luggage dropped from a chute. Weary
families drove away to their homes.

And then I felt a nudge behind me.

"Case." I heard the familiar voice. I turned around.

Julie.

She looked different. She had a new haircut, her hair was trimmed back
to a mass of jet black curls. We kissed and hugged for what must have
been forever. I squeezed her body tightly. I took her luggage and
held each other's hands.

She rested her head on my shoulders, as we walked outside into the
drizzling rain.

I took her to my condo, where we made love all over again.

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