In Silicon Valley
And
only nine or ten employees occasionally had the luck to find themselves overseas. The guys rotated every three months, and during that time, not a single girl—and there were about thirty of us—managed to get to the USA. I was the first. I was scared, of course, terribly so. Flying alone to the other side of the world is no easy test. One thing comforted me—I would be met in San Francisco. Let me clarify right away: the guys rotated in turn, meaning one would leave, the next would arrive, then after a couple of months, another replacement. So that someone was always there and kept up with all the affairs."Karinka, try to work on Alex over there," my friend advised me before the flight, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
And so I was in San Francisco. Not a single muscle twitched on the face of Alex, who met me. He only raised his left eyebrow when I got into the car. For extra flair, I had shaved the hair near my left ear, two shaved strips converging at the temple. Actually, my hair is thick and long, but something came over me, I wanted to show off. It turned out cool, though.
"What's that on you?" he asked.
"New fashion," I smiled. "Don't you like it?"
He just shrugged, starting the engine. The dark blue Mazda 3 smoothly pulled onto the ring road, heading for the highway. It was wonderful to see the perfect pavement after our potholes and ruts. In about forty minutes, we reached our shared accommodation. The apartment was in a quiet area of San Jose. Three rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen. Everything was furnished to a high standard, appliances brand new, furniture too. In the courtyard, there was parking, benches for relaxing among flowering bushes.
"Get settled, I'm going to the pool," Alex said to me, tossing a towel over his shoulder.
He was now wearing blue shorts and a white T-shirt, and he looked really...
"I'll come with you," escaped my lips involuntarily. "Is it far?"
"It's nearby, right in the courtyard," he smirked. "Pool, jacuzzi. Go out and turn left immediately. Walk about a hundred meters and you'll see it."
Without waiting for an answer, he went out, closing the door behind him. He wasn't very friendly, and I immediately thought living with him here wouldn't be easy. He had only said a couple of words the whole way. Time will tell. I took off my outer clothes, put on a swimsuit (I had brought three with me), and throwing a colorful robe over my shoulders, headed to the pool. It had gotten noticeably darker in the courtyard, but the pool and the approaches to it were well-lit by lanterns. And surprisingly, there were practically no people around. In the transparent, bluish-tinged water, only Alex was splashing. Or rather, not splashing, but powerfully cutting through the water surface of the twenty-meter pool. Noticing me, he swam to the edge.
"Be brave, the water's wonderful," he smiled.
Dropping the robe, I started descending the steps, noting to myself how Alex was looking at me. My figure is quite athletic, legs long and slender, so his attention wasn't surprising. Although, as the girls told me, and I saw it myself, at work he wasn't interested in anyone except his "little gray mouse." I even became curious if I could stir him up. I certainly wasn't planning to cheat on my husband, but teasing a colleague was interesting.
The water really was excellent. For about twenty minutes we swam on opposite courses, then moved to the jacuzzi. A small, about two and a half meters in diameter, stone tub, from whose walls powerful jets of water burst with a loud gurgle, was nearby. Alex went down into it first, gave me his hand to help me step in. On the very first step, I slipped—not on purpose, no—and literally fell onto his chest.
A strong arm wrapped around my waist, for a moment our bodies touched, and from that I suddenly felt such an uncontrollable desire that my head even spun. Or maybe it was the fatigue from the flight, I don't know. We sank into the bubbling water, and I, now intentionally, sat very close, so that my thigh pressed against his leg. He didn't move, only gave me a probing look and closed his eyes. It seemed nothing had changed in Alex's behavior, but I noticed how his swim trunks bulged in the crotch. I even wanted to touch him there, but...
"Let's go, you shouldn't sit in the jacuzzi for long," he rose, getting out of the tub.
Drying off thoroughly, we returned to the apartment. After the pool, I was terribly hungry. Peeking into the refrigerator, I found a lot of all sorts of junk food: hamburgers, pizzas in boxes, bags of shrimp and some other snacks filled it. And not a gram of alcohol. I had to replenish from my own supplies. While Alex heated something in the microwave, I took out a bottle of cognac I brought with me, wine, set out dishes, glasses.
"To a successful landing and fruitful work," I proclaimed a toast, pouring cognac into the glasses.
"I don't drink," my companion immediately waved off, "except maybe wine."
He turned the bottle in his hands for a long time, then opened it, poured some into his glass.
"I'll have a drink," I sighed. "No point in letting good stuff go to waste."
After the long flight, the drinks, and the hearty but unhealthy food, I suddenly felt so drowsy that within half an hour I was nodding off.
"Your room is over there," Alex nodded his head, pointing to the door. "Everything's there, you can go to sleep."
"We need to be at the office by ten," he warned, so hurry up.
I glanced at my watch, whose hands I forgot to adjust, calculated the local time. Only nine, but I got up anyway, quickly tidied myself up, drank coffee, and putting on a light blouse and shorts, left the room. Alex was already sitting in the car, waiting for me. He could have at least thrown me a compliment, I tried. But no, I didn't get one.
We got there quickly, the roads were excellent, relatively few cars. I liked the four-story office with whimsical plants in the inner courtyard. We went up to the third floor, where our clients were located. I thought it would be all Americans, but I was wrong. In total, in three offices, if you could call them that, there were about 10-12 people. Indians, Vietnamese, one black guy, a couple of our emigrants, one Chinese or Japanese—hard to tell right away. Alex introduced me. Everyone smiled, started coming over to introduce themselves. I, of course, didn't remember everyone, but nodded my head, smiling too. Everything was quite nice, simpler than I imagined. Then everyone went back to their places and I could look around. Office furniture was solid, office equipment too, everything arranged conveniently and practically, I just didn't notice any flowers on the windowsills.
On the first day, we didn't do much, chatted, drank coffee, flipped through magazines. Actually, our functions involved solving issues that might arise in the programs we developed. There weren't any that day, and somewhere after three in the afternoon, people started gradually gathering. Alex and I did too.
"They don't overwork themselves here," I remarked, "and probably get paid more than us."
"Comparing," Alex smirked. "We get 1-1.5 thousand dollars, and that's at best, theirs is an order of magnitude higher."
Besides the regular salary, there were also per diems for this business trip—60 dollars a day. By our standards, wow, but here—pennies.
Thus began my workdays. Leaving the office, Alex and I would stop at some bar, pub, or cafe on the way, have lunch, and then, grabbing something to eat for the evening, drive home to the apartment. It was around six or seven in the evening. There wasn't much to do in San Jose. A small town, with identical houses, well-kept lawns, and clean streets. Everyone here moved by car.
Just endless chatter, if only it were about work. But the last argument literally floored me. Around the third night, I couldn't sleep, and I was smoking in the kitchen, looking out the window. The light was still on in Alex's room, even though it was well past midnight. I was about to go to my room when suddenly his door opened, and he came out, heading to the toilet. He was only wearing a terry robe, which he hadn't tied, obviously thinking I was already asleep. In the strip of light from his room, I saw with my own eyes what nature had endowed him with. Like a bull's horn, a large, firmly rooted member stood out as he walked, emerging from the folds of the robe. He didn't notice me, and I hid behind the kitchen curtain, not daring to breathe. I hadn't seen such "wealth" in a long time. After taking care of his business, Alex returned to his room, and I tossed and turned half the night, losing my peace.
The most interesting thing was that I apparently didn't evoke any sexual emotions in my companion. No, sometimes I noticed his glances, especially when I came out of the pool in my swimsuit, but otherwise he maintained unflappable calm in my presence.
On the weekend, we went to the ocean. It was amazing to look at the endless sandy beaches. There were practically no people on the shore. The water was cool, but such a trifle couldn't stop me. Alex also swam to his heart's content and, climbing out on the shore, fell onto the sand. I sat down next to him, happily examining his broad back, toned buttocks, muscular legs. I so wanted to get into his swim trunks, at least touch what was hidden there. He turned onto his back, looked me in the eyes, seeming to understand what was happening to me. I smiled, put my hand on his chest, brushing off the clinging sand.
"Let's go to Castle Rock, the rock park," he unexpectedly suggested, "you'll like it."
I liked it here too, but I had to agree.
"But we're wet," I tried to hold him back.
"We'll dry on the way," he waved off, getting up.
To wash off the sand, we took another dip and started packing up. I decided to get rid of the wet swimsuit, but, turning away, I could only take off the top. Through the thin fabric of the tank top, my erect nipples were clearly visible.
"We'll change by the car," said Alex, lingering his gaze on my chest.
We did just that, positioning ourselves on opposite sides of the car. I felt hidden excitement, I so wanted to peek to the other side to see that object of desire at least one more time. Now we were sitting in the car next to each other and both knew that under our shorts there was nothing else. I don't know about Alex, but I suddenly felt a nervous itch in my lower abdomen. And it had been less than a week since my husband had been in charge there.
That day we visited the rock park—a wonderful sight, a real wonder of nature. Over the next week, we drove to several more parks: Big Basin, Sanlorn Park, Vasona Park, and another one, and everywhere there was something to see. Huge thousand-year-old trees, mountain gorges with a waterfall, the purest water of lakes, everything was so unusual that sometimes it took my breath away. Alex took many photos with a camera he bought here. We wandered through parks, walked the streets, had lunch or dinner in pubs. Cafes, a couple of times in restaurants, but our relationship remained purely friendly. I even became curious, was I really not interesting to him as a woman.
The following Saturday we went to Monterey, where the famous oceanarium was located. That's where you could truly enjoy the sight of exotic representatives of the ocean depths. Huge sharks, rays, clouds of various fish, jellyfish, and other wonderful creatures left no one indifferent.
We returned in the evening, tired and hungry. After showering, we decided to cook something tasty. Sorting through the colorful boxes in the refrigerator, we settled on Italian pasta. While I cooked, Alex ran to the supermarket, brought beer and, to my great surprise, a bottle of Mexican vodka from agave cactus, or as we call it—tequila.
"Shall we try?" he asked, or rather suggested, uncorking the bottle.
We found lemons in the refrigerator, and that evening Alex and I tried so much of that vodka that by the end of the evening my tongue was getting tangled. He also looked funny and tipsy. I had never seen him like that. Clearing the table, he broke a plate, spent a long time picking up the pieces, spilled them again.
"We need to make coffee," I decided to try to bring him and myself to our senses.
Then we sat in the room in front of the TV and enjoyed hot, strong Brazilian coffee, watching the screen. I snuggled up to his side, put my head on his shoulder.
"Lesha, kiss me," escaped from my dry throat spontaneously.
Alex instantly tensed, either because I called him Lesha, or from the unexpected request. Slightly pulling away, he turned his head, peering into my face, and suddenly leaned down, kissed first one cheek, then the other, and then plunged into my lips with a hot kiss. From thoughtful, detached, and indifferent, he suddenly turned into a whole hurricane of passions that had long been hidden under a false shell. His lips crushed mine, his tongue invaded my mouth, intertwining with mine in a devilish dance. Hot hands slid over my body, reaching the most intimate places. I literally melted in his embrace, completely forgetting my marital obligations. The moment of sobriety came when I suddenly felt his tense member pressed against my thigh. It, poor thing, tucked under the fabric of his shorts, was so eager to get out that I genuinely felt sorry for it.
Especially since everything was heading towards a predictable finale. Under my light robe, I only had thin panties on, noticeably damp and ready to leave their owner at any minute. Lesha's fingers had already dived under them several times, reaching my very core, but then retreated, only to return again. I couldn't resist, slipped my hand into his shorts and almost came when my palm found a huge, hot, pulsating member. Another moment and I, like a butterfly, soared above him, held by Alex's strong hands. He carefully, as if afraid of hurting me, lowered me onto the pillar-like standing shaft. If I hadn't managed to pull aside the thin strip of my panties with my fingers, he probably would have torn through them. His member instantly filled me completely, though it didn't go all the way in. Sensual bliss combined with slight physical pain spread throughout my body.
I had never had such a huge "tool" inside me before. Alex probably knew about this peculiarity of his, so he was very careful, slowly starting to move, or rather, move me, lifting me slightly and settling me back onto the living tusk. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I began to help him, each time taking his essence deeper into me. The pain gradually faded, giving way to insane sensual pleasure. It didn't take more than a few minutes before I came, hanging on his member. And I admit, I had never experienced such a bright and crazy orgasm before. Alex, however, was still in form. Making sure I had come to my senses, he stood up, still inside me, and holding me in the air, carefully lowered me onto the sofa. He himself knelt between my legs, threw them over his shoulders. Now I lay before him, splayed out like a frog on a laboratory table, pinned to the sofa by huge flesh. Honestly, I liked this position, which ensured deep penetration, but in this case, I even got scared.
However, everything turned out fine. Lesha acted carefully and managed to bring me to another orgasm, finally driving his member all the way in. A turbulent stream of sperm was splashed right into me in several jets. After that, rinsing off in the bathroom, he calmly sat down on the sofa, staring at the TV. No emotions, absolute calm. I even felt hurt. Used me like a vessel, dumping excess sperm there. Tidying myself up, I went to the kitchen and sat there for a long time, smoking one cigarette after another.
"Sorry if something was wrong," Alex threw at me, heading to his room.
I, fool, thought we wouldn't need the second bedroom anymore. Stubbing out another cigarette, I went to