Todd & Cindy - Sex Stories

Todd & Cindy

... held this crowd of screw-offs accountable in two years!” I was startled at her revelation and forthright show of support. Since the confrontation that morning that resulted in Kathy being fired on the spot, everyone had avoided me like the plague. “You think I got their attention?” I asked with a smile. “Hey, guy, you got their attention big time. Just so you know, I am behind you one thousand percent,” she commented driving her point home. I smiled my appreciation and reached out to touch her hand, expecting her to acknowledge the touch and pull back in a respectable amount of time. She didn’t pull back; she just sat there flashing that mysterious, little smile. That night, after a fast-food sandwich dinner, I returned to the office to try to put my thoughts together for the next step of the turn-around plan I was developing. Try as I might, I just couldn’t concentrate. I finally gave up and drove to the short-term apartment the company had rented for me to use until I could get my personal situation suitably organized to move to Boston. How depressing, I thought as I trudged up the steps to the second floor apartment. I had to admit it was a really nice apartment, complete with a Jacuzzi tub and all the comforts of home. Still, I was here alone. Let’s see, cold shower, read a book, TV, oh what the hell! I let my imagination roam all over Cindy’s body. Following the somewhat unsatisfying solo-sex release, I listened to some music while cleaning the apartment that was ...

... already perfectly clean and went to bed. As I began to fall asleep I was thinking a guy would have to be completely stupid to let a couple of hours in the sack with a broad end a career of thirty some years with a good company. Things went about the same for the next three months, except that the company took some significant strides forward. After replacing two more of the staff with some quality managers, those remaining got the message and began to respond to my leadership. By the end of the three months, sales had risen over fifty-percent; our deliveries to customers went from less than fifty-percent on-time to over ninety-five percent on-time. More significantly, the shipping staff reported to me that they had set a goal in their department to have us at better than ninety-eight percent on-time by the end of the year. By now, I felt that I could take a well deserved trip back home for a long weekend. Although my girlfriend had visited each month, I felt the need to spend some time at home. I asked the receptionist to call a cab to the airport when Cindy walked up. “Hey, Todd, why don’t I drive you to the airport?” she said brightly. “That’s OK, Cindy. I don’t want to take you away from your work,” I responded. “Not at all, Todd, in fact it would give me a chance to discuss a couple of issues with you. I’ll get my car while you collect you luggage and meet you outside,” explained Cindy in her typical take charge manner. We drove for a moment or two but Cindy still hadn’t said ...