The Awakening of Janis He'd talked to her an innumerable number of times on the telephone. As a matter of fact, they had been casually flirting over AT&T for nearly 6 months. Neither had seen one another so as they walked into the meeting room where they were supposed to have their weeklong meeting, both were looking for the other. He knew her right away because she was the only woman in the room. Before the meeting began, he made a point of walking up and introducing himself. "Hi, I'm Peter Watkins," he said. "I believe we've met, over the phone." Her handshake was firm but there was no commitment there and her eyes only glimpsed his as they said their pleasantries. It was a working meeting and she was in one group while he was in another. Only occasionally did they have to address one another. Toward the end of the meeting, he asked for some assistance from anyone in the room. As she looked at him, their eyes met, seriously, for the first time. He knew, she was his. Of course, in a meeting such as this, there was no time for exploring the relationship further. But tomorrow was another day. Since she lived in the general area, she left with her car pool and he wandered back to the hotel following the meeting. The next morning, he was in the meeting room getting ready for the meeting when she came in with an arm full of papers to be distributed. He jumped up to help her and lifted the load from her arms. As he did, his arm brushed against her body. To anyone else, it would have looked innocent, but he knew there was electricity passed on that casual touch. So did she; they both knew it. During the day, he had several other opportunities to be close to her. His touch was returned, albeit only slightly, each time. He knew she was his. She knew she was attracted to this man. That's all there was to this first meeting. Although they did go to dinner at her home and met her husband, two children, dogs, cats and assorted other house guests. He knew, however, there would be many more meetings and the foundation had been laid. She knew too. The next time was a working meeting in Phoenix, far from both their homes. As usual, the first day was casual, with the greetings and small talk that normally accompanied such meetings. Oh sure, they got their work done but the real meeting was to take place later. They all went to dinner at a local restaurant. He made sure he sat next to her and they visited cordially all evening. His leg casually brushed up against hers several times and was met with little resistance. His touches were returned and the electricity between them began to build to a crescendo. As they returned back to the motel, in his rented car, he made sure she was the last person to be driven to her area of the motel. He pulled into a parking place and shut off the engine and lights. His arm reached out and playfully touched hers. She looked at him and they kissed. It was a long, deep kiss; each other's tongue probing the other's mouth. His hand sought out her breast and she pulled away from him abruptly. "What's the matter," he asked. "Nothing," she said; "I have to go to my room." He walked her to her room and then returned to his. He was so sure that he had read her right, yet she had pulled away from him. "What the hell is going on," he wondered. Just then the phone rang. "Hello," he said. "I'm sorry," she said. "That's OK," he muttered. "What was the problem?" he asked. "I'm married - you are too," she said. "I can't do this," she protested. "Besides, I'm in the middle of my period," she stated matter of factly. "That's OK," he said, reassuringly, "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I just thought you wanted to ..." I do... did," she stammered. "This is so difficult - its my first time for any of this and I don't know what to do. I want you so bad - but what about my husband, my children. What would they think?" "Hey, you're a big girl," he said, "You have to make up your mind what is right for you." "What does your wife think?", she asked. "If I don't tell her, she doesn't think anything," he said. They talked for two hours and finally hung up. He knew she was his; but it may take a while. She was extremely driven by sex but she had to work through this. They would have many more times together and they could wait. "Do you want to make love to me," he asked. "Oh yes," she stammered. He could tell, just by her voice on the phone, she was blushing. "Will you do it next time we meet?", he asked. "Yyyyyessss," she whispered in the phone. Do you want me to lick your clit?" he asked. There was a pause on the phone, he heard a quick breath, "Don't say that," she said, "Someone might be listening." "You're getting wet down there, aren't you?", he said. "Oohh God," she whispered "Shut up." The AT&T flirting was becoming more direct.