Hello to all. This is a new story in response to a friend in the Middle East who set up the background. As always, please contribute to Nifty. I do answer all emails at mikedave01@yahoo.com. Let me know if you'd like me to go on with this.
Mr. Lemaire and Me
"Oh shit" I said out loud.
I had just exited the elevator of the office building where I had just made my presentation to the company in its penthouse boardroom. I realized I had left my favorite and lucky laser pointer in the boardroom. "Shit" I said again. I also remembered that the only way to get up to that floor again was via a key since the floor was off limits to casual visitors. I waited in the lobby for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do. It was now lunchtime. Maybe somebody from the company would be going out to lunch and could help me.
It was my lucky day. Very soon the elevator doors opened and I recognized someone from the meeting I had just had. He was the tall and very distinguished man I had noticed looking at me quite often during the presentation. His expensive and quite tailored Armani suit looked great on him, I have to say. It showed off his strong chest, narrow waist, and long legs. He had to have been sixty, but sixty sure looked good on him! I decided I'd better drop that train of thought before something below showed what I was thinking! Grin.
I came up to him as he was exiting the elevator and said, "Apologies for intruding, but I just realized I left my laser pointer in the board room at the meeting we were both just at and was wondering if you could help me retrieve it?"
He gave me a quick glance and then smiled, lighting up his rugged and handsome face. "Yes. You're Mr. Foster from the Investment team? Great presentation, by the way. I'm willing to bet you'll be getting our business."
My turn to smile, which made his smile even bigger. "Thanks so much. I had thought it went well, but great to know it did." I stuck out my hand, "Steven Foster, and please no musical jokes. My parents had too much of a sense of humor. But it's spelled Steven and not Stephen, like the composer."
He chuckled a bit and took my hand to shake it and said, "Gerald Lemire. Yes, my family is French Canadian from a couple of generations back." Well, that would explain his darker hair, barely tinged with white, and other aspects of his appearance. He held my hand for a fraction longer than I thought he would as he studied my appearance at the same time. What did he see? Well, I am a bit younger. I just turned 50 but look younger. My hair is still fairly blond and I'm fair skinned with light blue eyes. I always thought I looked a bit washed out, but others seemed to like my looks well enough as did, apparently, Mr. Lemire. Well, fine with me. I've always had a thing for older men. Although, I guess I'm older, too! Grin. And I certainly have a thing for older men who looked like Mr. Lemire. Elegant, sexy, masculine, and strong, judging from his grip on my hand. Yes, just a fraction too long. HmmÉ.
We returned to the elevator and started up to the penthouse after Mr. Lemire put his key in the hole and gave it a quarter turn. His gesture and the metaphor that my dirty mind came up with made me chide myself big time! We chatted about the presentation and future business together. Soon, we got out on the penthouse floor. I found the conference room still open. I quickly retrieved my laser pointer and we were soon on the way back down.
On the way down, Mr. Lemire surprised me, "Steven", he said, "What are your lunch plans? I've really enjoyed talking business with you. I'd like to talk some more with you."
I was a bit surprised, but hid it. "Nothing that can't be changed. Let me make a couple of calls and then I'll be all yours." I couldn't resist the innuendo.
"Excellent" he said, poker faced.
One in the lobby, I called my firm and told them I wouldn't be back until the afternoon, that the morning meeting had gone well and I thought we'd get the account, but that I was having a follow-up lunch with one of their execs to make sure. I got a quick ok to that and I soon was able to put the phone away and catch up with Mr. Lemire.
"All clear?" he asked.
"All clear", I answered.
We went down to the parking garage below the office building. In the spot closest to the elevator was a brand new British racing green Jaguar. Mr. Lemire blipped it unlocked and we both got in. My estimation of his role in his company rose. He must have noticed my raised eyebrows and smiled but said nothing. We chatted a bit on what turned out to be a short drive to "the" Country Club nestled next to our major city park. He was greeted by name at the door and introduced me to the manager who quickly rushed up to greet him, again by name. He then turned to me and asked, "Steven, I normally have a quick swim of 25 laps before lunch. Would you like to join me?" "Um," I replied "I didn't bring my gear with me." "No problem", he replied and turned to the manager and a low conversation with him, which I couldn't quite catch. Mr. Lemire turned back to me and we waited for a few minutes. The manager who had left us as soon as Mr. Lemire and he had finished talking soon returned and just nodded to him. Mr. Lemire nodded back and said to me, "Shall we?" A little confused I nodded to him.
The country club was a very nice one. It had been recently renovated and had state-of-the-art facilities. We crossed the reception area, passed the restaurant and cafŽ and soon entered the athletics area. Crossing past weights and workout rooms, squash and handball courts, we soon arrived at the pool area. I started towards the pool and adjacent locker rooms, but Mr. Lemire stopped me. He smiled and said, "The Company has its own private facilities." Oh indeed? A bit non-plussed I let him lead me to a non-descript door not far from the pool and followed him in after he keyed the code to enter. Oh my! This was the most beautiful locker room I had ever seen! What had to be all-weather carpeting but looking as lush as a harem covered the floor. The paint scheme was subdued but was in luxurious shades of dark mauve and maroon. The lockers themselves were matching in color and each was very large, man height even. I wondered if they were larger than some Japanese hotel rooms! Grin. Oh my! Mr. Lemire went to the locker nearest the showers that you have to take before entering the pool (their private pool?). It was evidently his as he punched in a code quite automatically. He indicated that my locker would be at the end of the row, that that was the guest locker and he told me that it would be unlocked for me. Barely controlling the desire to shake my head at all of this, I walked down to my locker and opened it. I was amazed to see towels, toiletries, brushes and combs, hooks, hangers, in a very well organized space as well as four Speedo swimsuits. Dumbfounded I picked one up and looked at the tag indicating its size. It was exactly my size! This time I did shake my head in wonder. Mr. Lemire called out from the end of the row, where he was already stripping, "Rogers has a good head for size." I assumed Rogers was the manager and that he had raided the country club store for these. Wow! And was that innuendo or not? Mr. Lemire was going on, "Please accept one of them as a thank you gift from the Company." Wow again. The Speedos were all the same, pretty brief, style. One was white, one was black, and the other two were sky blue and royal blue. Well, the white was out. It would show every bit of my already a bit plump cock. The black would hide it, but it would make me look pasty and pale, I thought. The royal blue was very tempting. It's my favorite color. However, I finally decided on the sky blue. It would bring out my eyes, in case Mr. Lemire was as interested in me as I was in him.
I quickly stripped but took good care to be sure my Yves St. Laurent suit was properly taken care of. Butt naked I put on the sky blue Speedo, being very careful not to look at Mr. Lemire. As good as he looked in his suit, I was a bit fearful of seeing how good he looked out of it! LOL! My cock isn't huge. But it is every bit of seven inches and matches the rest of me. And yes, it is noticeable in a Speedo when hard! While I thought he might be interested in me, I didn't want to blow the deal with his Company if he weren't.
I got my towel (lovely thick one) and finally mustered the courage to walk down the row to Mr. Lemire's locker and then to the showers and pool. I willed my cock to stay soft. I thought of my hated middle school Geometry teacher who looked like an old frog to help. Grin again. However, when I saw him time stopped. He was wearing a royal blue Speedo that matched mine and nothing else. The royal blue Speedo brought out his dark blue eyes. Why had I not noticed that fact about him before now? While I'm hairless and very boyish in appearance with pink nipples and a boy's ass, Mr. Lemire was masculinity encapsulated! His broad shoulder and big hairy barrel chest had a treasure trail that begged to be explored and ended somewhere in the confines of his small trunks. His trunks were a bit stretched by his cock and I imagined his ass strained them, too. Steven, I yelled at myself. Steven, think of Mrs. Horst!
I tried not to gulp visibly at the sight of his gorgeous virility. However, I was also glad to notice that he was checking me out big time, too. He smiled that smile that lit up his face and said again, "Shall we?" I didn't trust myself to speak. I just nodded.
We hit the showers and I tried to be casual and not stare as his hairy chest became matted from the water. We both then entered what did prove to be a private pool. It was a lap pool only set up for exercise. I'm in very good shape and do work out regularly, but I don't swim that often. Once we hit the water, I could tell that Mr. Lemire's 25 laps wouldn't take very long. I only hoped I could do ten to fifteen in the same time.
We swam in silence. Sooner than I thought Mr. Lemire had finished his laps. Just ten for me. Oh well. As he exited the pool he must have seen my crestfallen face. He laughed. "I'm sorry, Steven", he said. "I did swim competitively in college. I should have told you that." But as he looked at me he said, "However, you did well in keeping up with me as well as you could. I am impressed." I looked at him hard to make sure he wasn't teasing me. His bland expression could have meant anything. I decided to excuse myself. I said, "I don't swim normally as part of my work out. I guess I should." He looked at my nearly naked body quite closely and said, "No, you don't. You weight lift and run. Swimming would add."
Add to what, I almost screamed aloud.
Well at least this minor humiliation had kept my cock soft. He and I had another shower and then got redressed in our suits. And why was I not surprised that we were ushered into a very private dining room far from the hoi polloi of the regular dining room. And why was I not surprised that this meal was the best one I had ever had in our large but not largest city in the country. Also, why was I not surprised that the wine course that matched the different courses was excellent, too. I had done French as my language in college and had had a very strange course in which I learned about French cuisine and French slang as part of that course. I had continued exploring wine on my own after that. I knew good wine and this was very, very, good wine.
We continued to chat about business and our future connections. However, I started to hear this raging at the back of my mind. I just wanted to ask this obviously powerful, attractive, and wealthy guy, "What the fuck do you want with me and why am I here?" Obviously this guy could buy anybody to do anything. While I've never been kicked out of bed, I'm not in his league in any way in any measure. I could tell he was reading my mind, but he chose not to respond to what had to be an obvious question. Instead, he continued to chat about business, the weather, the club, and the food and wine. The only thing personal he asked me about was whether the Speedo fit. I assured him it did, although he surely knew it did, judging by how he had inspected my body in it! After the meal and a light and healthy dessert, he volunteered to drive me to my office before returning to his own. I was happy to accept. I had taken a taxi across town to his office instead of driving, not sure about parking downtown near his office as well as wanting to have a few more minutes to prepare for the presentation.
As we were driving in his beautiful car toward my suburban office, the talk remained generic. Again I was very puzzled. Finally, when we approached my office he turned to me and said, "Steven, why don't we make this a regular event? Why don't we swim and have lunch on Mondays? I can help you with your technique. You can add swimming to your workout routine and we can review how the project is going since I'm sure your firm will get the business."
If anything I was even more confused. However, business is business. This was a deal I couldn't refuse. And the idea of this beautiful man giving me lessons, nearly naked, made my cock start to go hard. As to what he was looking for in me, well I guess I would have to be patient and let him let me know whenever he was ready.
Chapter two, "The Enigmatic Mr. Lemire Talks"