Kristin

The next morning we were both up early as Kristin had boxes to unpack and an exhibit to set up before 9, the official opening

time of the convention. I went with her to help with the grunt work.

When we arrived the large room was swarming with other book company representatives, setting up their displays. Kristin

knew many of them and exchanged a casual greeting before beginning her chores. It took the two of us much longer than the

hour she had allotted. As a result, the convention had already opened by the time her booth was ready. Fortunately, not

many attendees had arrived.

Before returning to the hotel room I wandered through the exhibits, stopping here and there to examine a new book written by

an author I was acquainted with. I stopped and talked with several book company representatives I knew and brought them

up to date on my newest publication, which was due out in July. One of the men said he would see if he could get his

company to use it at a July convention he planned to attend in Los Angeles.

The wandering took me to a cafeteria where the lunch time rush was just beginning. I returned to Kristin’s booth and asked

her if she could get away for lunch. “I can’t, can you bring me a salad and a diet soda?”

I fought the crowd to get a takeout lunch for myself and Kristin’s salad and returned to eat with her. Then, as Seattle is one of

my favorite walking cities, I went for a long walk before settling down to do some serious writing.

After more than an hour of walking I returned to my room and got myself into the writing mode. I kept at it until 7 o’clock and

was beginning to think of dinner when I heard Kristin enter her room. I opened the connecting door and heard her call from

the bathroom, “I’m going to take a shower, Honey. I’ll be with you in a few minutes, then you can take me to dinner.”

“Okay,” I hollered back and returned to my room.

About 15 minutes later the connecting door opened and Kristin walked in, almost naked. The only semblance of clothing she

had on was a garter belt slung low over her hips, one designed to be worn with panties, but she hadn’t bothered to put

panties on. “I thought since this is an item I might be modeling I’d give you a peek first. You like?”

“I like, but didn’t you forget something/”

Kristin looked at her uncovered pubic area and with a grin said, “Darn, I forgot the ribbon.”

At that we both cracked up and Kristin roared with laughter when I asked, “Are you ready to go to dinner?”

While eating dinner Kristin informed me her boss had showed up and some-how gotten word that I was in Seattle with her

and he had volunteered to close up this evening. “If he’ll do that each evening that would be great.”

It didn’t happen that way. Other than dinner that first evening my only time with Kristin during the day or early evening was

early in the morning when we had room service bring breakfast to us. Except for a few brief visits to her booth I saw her only

after she closed shop in the evening. We slept together, for which I was thankful, and made the most of that time. Some

nights we made rhapsodic love, other nights satisfying ourselves with just being held. And twice we bathed together in one of

the tubs.

I did get quite a bit of writing done, which I had hoped for. We flew home late Saturday night and had another long session of

fondling and petting that lasted well into the night. We coupled shortly before falling asleep.

* * *

Monday morning Kristin began her classes at the modeling school and came home pumped up, saying she was pleased with

the instructors and was certain she would benefit greatly from the course.

Tuesday afternoon I flew to the island of Maui for the writers’ conference. I enjoyed my time there but I was happy to fly back

home Sunday.

Kristin enthusiastically described her week to me. “I thought I knew how to walk properly but I found out that I had a lot to

learn. We spent most of the week practicing ‘the walk.’” Kristin demonstrated for me and I had to agree it was a much more

polished performance than I had observed before. She walked back and forth across the living room with only a slightly

provocative bounce to her breasts and a slightly teasing jiggle to her buns.

“You’re going to drive the men wild, Sweetheart,” I told her. Also, one of the instructors had suggested a minor change in her

hair style and a variation in her makeup. Both changes made her even more beautiful, which I hadn’t thought possible.

After a relaxing Sunday evening holding hands and talking we made passionate love for more than two hours.

Each week until the middle of May, when the modeling course ended, Kristin told me about the various activities she was led

through. “It’s mostly practice, practice, practice,” Kristin said. Her second week they were instructed in the proper

techniques of modeling formal and other evening wear. The next week was informal and leisure wear; then lingerie followed

by swimsuits, both in one week.

A week long session covered hosiery, jewelry and makeup. From what Kristin learned the type of clothing or adornment

being modeled determined whether the model walked the runway or stood or sat in one place, perhaps turning her body to

illustrate different views.

On one long day modeling in the nude was discussed but not practiced. Photos of various models were used as examples

of how and how not to pose in the nude. “Some of them were very erotic,” Kristin said. “Nothing was hidden.”

The last week their teachers took them through job search techniques with practice in filling out forms, interviews and the dos

and don’ts of what to do during an interview.

Several basic maxims were laid down they were told they should follow strictly:

Do not fall for the scam that they had to pose in the nude to get the job.

Refuse the offer of the ‘casting couch’ as the ‘only’ way in which they can get a job.

Obtain a good agent and let the agent negotiate and write all the rules of employment, thus eliminating the need for rules 1

and 2.

Kristin made a second appointment with Virginia the week following her completion of the course. During the visit she had

new photos taken, was re-measured and signed a contract establishing Virginia as her sole agent. Virginia was quite up

beat in her praise of Kristin’s ‘maturing’ as a result of taking the course. She was positive there would be early calls for

Kristin’s services.

“She’s going to be a peach to work with,” Kristin declared. “Incidentally, she agreed with your suggestion that I use only my

first name; she thinks it will add a little mystique. Oh, and another result of taking the class; I guess because my posture has

improved and poise too perhaps, my bust measurement increased from 35 to 36 inches. I thought you would be interested in

that.”

“Next time you do your model’s walk for me I’ll take a closer look.”

“Come as close as you like,” Kristin said as she stripped and posed directly in front of me.

As always happened, her magnificence took my breath away. I reached out to grasp her waist in both hands, pulled her to

me and kissed each erect nipple. By then we were both inflamed with desire and made passionate love.

During those first few months of our relationship we began enjoying activities together as if we were an old married couple.

We discovered that two common interests we had were attending theater and sports events, particularly baseball and

basketball. When we discovered this we began attending local theater productions, every two to three weeks. There were

several excellent little theaters in our area. We also went to several local high school and college basket-ball games.

* * *

In early June Kristin received a call from Virginia. “I’ve had three requests for you and turned them all down. Two of them

were not the right working environment for you and the third was a lecher who would have kept you under constant pressure to

be one of his conquests. There’s something better out there but it will take a little time.”

Kristin thanked her for calling and Virginia said she would keep working on it.

My book came out in mid-June and I got assignments before Kristin did. A large book chain that had branches throughout

the United States wanted me to make personal appearances and have book signings in three of their cities, stretched over a

two week period. The first was in San Diego, the second in Chicago five days later and the third in Atlanta three days after

Chicago.

“If you don’t have anything on come to Chicago and Atlanta with me, and to San Diego too,” I suggested to Kristin. We can

make it a working pre-nuptial honeymoon.”

“That sounds like a proposal to me,” Kristin replied. “Is that what you intended?”

“It’s what I want but I hadn’t planned to say anything until you had your modeling schedule worked out. It just slipped out when

it did. I’m glad it did. Will you marry me, Kristin Jansen?”

Kristin threw her arms around me and said, “I will marry you , Paul Hammond, and we will be the happiest married couple in

the world just like now we’re the happiest unmarried couple in the world. But, as you said, it will have to wait until my situation

stabilizes. And to answer the question you asked some time ago, I would love to have a pre-nuptial honeymoon with you

anywhere you suggest. Even if you are working."

I made phone calls to the home office of the book chain and asked them to make hotel reservations for Kristin and me in

each of the three cities. Then, on the spur of the moment, I called a travel agency and booked a five day cruise in the

Caribbean immediately following the Atlanta engagement. Kristin looked at me in surprise then threw her arms around me

and joyfully kissed me.

“I’d better call Virginia and tell her I’ll be out of town during those dates,” Kristin said. She reached for the phone, informed

Virginia of our plans and then I heard her gasp with delight. When she turned to me her eyes were shining.

“Virginia has signed a contract for me with one of the large fashion designers, to begin August 1. The only downside is that I

have to fly to Paris early in August for training and stay there until mid-September for their big show.”

I was happy for Kristin even if it meant a long separation. “It sounds like big time to me, I’m happy for you,” I replied. “If your

new boss will allow it I’ll come to Paris for part of the time and then we’ll have a second honeymoon in Paris when your show

ends. Why don’t you have Virginia look into that?”

Kristin called Virginia again and explained the situation to her, asking her to find out if what I had suggested would be

allowed. Virginia’s first comment to her was, “You two must be very much in love to even suggest such a thing.” She then

added, “I’ll put in a word and get back to you.”

Virginia called back within an hour. “No visitation allowed during the training period but there will be a three day hiatus

between the training and the show. Paul could go to Paris then and stay for the show. I’ll get him a pass so he’ll be able to

watch but not participate. After the show, you’re on your own until the next show, which my calendar shows will be in Boston

in late October. And, congratulations on your romance; I wish you both well.”

Kristin thanked her and hung up, then passed on what Virginia had told her.

* * *

We spent the next few days browsing in jewelry stores before Kristin found an engagement ring she liked. By then it was

time for the book signing tour. We flew to San Diego for a two night stay, both before and after my stint at signing.

I was overwhelmed by the turnout. The book had been promoted so well there were people waiting in line before the store

opened at 10. The line continued until well into the afternoon, with Kristin bringing me an occasional coffee or glass of water

and a quick snack to gulp down while the people in line waited patiently. Shortly after 4 o’clock the line tapered off and I got a

breathing spell. By the time the store closed at 9 P.M. I had signed almost 300 books.

The same situation prevailed in Chicago and only slightly less so in Atlanta. All of them were long, tiring days. “I guess your

book is going to be the financial success Lillian predicted,“ Kristin said when the day finally ended in Atlanta.

Chicago and Atlanta had both been too hectic and tiring to think in terms of honeymoon. In contrast, the cruise was our idea

of what a honeymoon should be like. We could relax completely, take part in the cruise activities or not, as we wished, and

stay in bed as long as we wanted in the morning, as long as we remembered to hang out our do not disturb sign. Once we

forgot and the cabin steward walked in to find us still in bed. That one time we were not making love, perhaps the only time

on the cruise.

On our first day we departed Fort Lauderdale, Florida at 11 A.M. and headed east. After getting settled in the cabin Kristin

stated she wanted to go swimming in the on-board pool and sent me out of the cabin while she put her swimsuit on. This

mystified me at first, then I caught on; she had a surprise for me. I waited the prescribed ten minutes and returned to the

cabin.

What a surprise awaited me. Kristin had donned a very revealing bikini that emphasized every one of her exquisite curves. I

gasped at the sight of her and then stammered, “I’ve never seen you looking more beautiful. I hope I don’t have to fight off all

the hunks who’ll want to claim you.”

“I’m yours and nobody else is going to claim me,” Kristin said. “If you don’t want me to wear it I won’t, but it’s going to be part

of my life from now on to parade my body in front of people, and part of your life too.”

“Wear it, please; I’m over reacting. My other concern, right now, is more pressing. I can’t go swimming with you in my

present delicate condition.”

Kristin looked at me and giggled when she saw the reason for my comment. Her appearance had given me an erection.

“If the same thing happens to all the goons out there, I’ll tell them to go take a cold shower,” Kristin said, giggling again.

Five minutes later I had cooled off enough to go to the pool with Kristin. As I had expected, there were several young men

who drooled as soon as they saw Kristin. When they noticed she wasn’t alone they were gentlemanly enough to try to ignore

her.

The entire cruise was an enjoyable, relaxing vacation for both of us. During the daytime we swam in the pool or, at a visit to

two different Caribbean Islands, we went swimming and snorkeling at the beautiful beaches and walked around the quaint old

towns, holding hands or sometimes with our arms around each other.

Evenings we enjoyed the entertainment the ship provided. One evening we danced to a big band, on another we watched a

Las Vegas type show.

Our love making was more intense and more fulfilling than it had ever been. Each night it seemed we took each other to new

heights of ecstasy. On more than one night we made love at least twice and one time on and off for the entire night. Our

orgasms were always in unison and always left us gasping for breath.

* * *

We returned to Santa Monica on the 20th of July, three days before the booksellers conference in Los Angeles. During those

three days Kristin and I made the decision it was time to start living together. We agreed we might as well, I was in her bed

every night anyway except for the occasional night she was in my bed. We agreed we needed a larger apartment and

started looking for one immediately. Kristin had to be in Paris August 4th. Knowing this we knew that even if we found a new

place we wouldn’t be able to move until October.

We were extremely lucky in our search. Our second day out we found exactly what we wanted in another condominium

complex about a mile from where we were living. It was a three bedroom townhouse with a garage, an extra bonus to us as

we would need extra space for storage. It would be available September 1, we were told. We knew we couldn’t move in until

October and this meant we would pay double rent for September but we decided to go for it anyway. I wrote a check for the

first and last month’s rent, at a much higher rate than I had been paying but still less than Kristin and I together paid for both

of the old apartments.

We contacted the rental agency that handled our current apartments and informed them we would be moving October 1. This

gave us the entire month of September to do our moving. As I would be home until September 10th I would be able to move

much of the small stuff and store it in the garage until we moved our furniture in.

While I was busy with my conference duties Kristin went through all her belongings; I did the same when the conference

ended. By the time August 4th arrived we had both thinned out our personal belongings and had much of it ready to pack in

boxes. This I would do after Kristin left and have them ready with packing lists by September 1.

I was so busy during the day, packing things in both apartments, and finding temporary storage for box after box that I didn’t

have time to get lonely. Nights were something else; I hadn’t slept alone for almost five months. Having Kristin’s wonderful

body to caress and be caressed by, even if we didn’t make love, had become an accepted and cherished part of my life. For

the first three nights I was too restless to sleep and spent a large part of each night either reading or writing.

With the eight hour time differential between Paris and California I knew it would be difficult for Kristin to make phone contact

with me but she did manage twice the first week, both times at 1 P.M. California time, 9 P.M. in Paris. Her daily routine, she

said, was a busy one. She had to become familiar with the merchandise the designer produced and also the procedure they

liked their models to follow.

“There are a few evening gowns I hope I get the chance to wear during the show,” Kristin said. “One in particular is very

daring. Without giving away any trade secrets I can tell you it made me blush when I modeled in front of three men.”

“Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself. Any problems with nerves?”

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