Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 17:30:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Lemire and Me

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"