New Client

He stared down into his glass, looked at the time, and figured why not. It had been a long day filled with meetings, clients, and proposals – one more to set his mind straight so he could spend a relaxing evening following his passion – his passion for sketching – his passion for the luscious curves of the feminine form. While thankful for the new project, he was hesitant about the client. Having heard all the rumors racing through the development grapevine, he wondered if they were true – he smirked figuring he would have to find out for himself as he drained his glass and quickly called for another. He hadn’t met this new client in person, but her reputation preceded her and their initial emails discussing the pending project had been somewhat “testy”. Her responses to his inquiries had been abrupt – she had questioned the firm’s capabilities and his own qualifications. She was terse in her language and wanted him to know it was her who was in charge. When she demanded they meet immediately he scanned his calendar – ugh – his only free time in the coming days would be late on Thursday – a definite hindrance to his usual happy hour hijinks. But, for the good of the project and client relationships, he hesitantly agreed to meet at her office, despite knowing the traffic to and from would gobble up most of his free time that evening.

Ugh, he pounded the steering wheel – the traffic was horrific as he headed into town. The usual Thursday evening rush was exasperated by a game at the arena close to her address. He shook his head as he noticed the time – not a good impression to show up late for their first meeting, but it was inevitable, he was indeed going to be tardy. As his GPS announced his arrival, he did a double take – the address she had given him looked to be a deluxe, high-rise residential building and not offices. He smiled, well at least a bit of good fortune as he found a parking spot just in front. He pulled in and double checked the address – indeed he was in the right place. Quickly exiting his vehicle, he briskly walked inside where he was confronted by the concierge who quickly rang up to her. He spoke in muffled tones for a moment, then waved him past, instructing him to use the private elevator for the penthouse. The elevator door chimed as they slid open, nervously he stepped inside pondering what lay ahead.

She wrapped her towel around her head as she stepped from her large, glass enclosed, marble covered shower. Her naked reflection in the steamy mirror made her pause to admire her own curves. She traced her colorful fingertips over her breasts and down to her hips. Feeling deliciously naughty, she opted to apply her makeup and coif her hair in the nude. A tingle shot through her body as her mind raced wondering about him – the new architect for her latest development project. He wasn’t her choice, but that of her investors – she had fought hard to use her favorite firm, but eventually relinquished for the good of the project. The investors had assured her that he could fulfill all her needs. She smiled to herself as she reminisced the conversation – another flash of warmth sparked hot deep inside her – we shall see if he can fulfill “all” her needs she snickered once again admiring her naked reflection,

Her assistant had prepared a dossier on him, and she had spent her afternoon researching for herself. Hmm… she thought – well-educated, well-traveled, a solid resume of similar projects, interesting hobbies. Despite trying to hide his social media from prying eyes, her assistant had done her job oh so well. Somewhat of a perv she thought as she scrolled through his drawings – his drawings of scantily clad women – tasteful yet with a provocativeness that somewhat excited her. He was older than she would have liked, classic dad bod, once probably fit but now with the plump softness brought on by the years of good food and drink. Her body felt alive with the tingling of pleasure as she imagined him fulfilling her womanly desires. Finishing her preparations, she spied the time – her teeth clench, her ire flared – he was late – not a good start for him – she couldn’t afford to have her precious time wasted.

As she slipped into her satiny leisure gown, she pondered his fate for tardiness. Should she simply chalk it up to rush hour traffic or berate him from the start to test his mettle. She knew her reputation in the community – dragon lady they called her – she spun upon her bare feet, the gown swishing up to expose her shapely legs – she laughed out loud – the latter for sure. Let’s make him squirm, let’s see how he does under pressure, let’s see if he is willing to obey her requests, let’s see if he can indeed fulfill her needs. The chime of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts – a quick glance in the mirror – a final flash of delight as she spied the outline of her nipples accenting the nearly sheer fabric of her robe. Sauntering slowly to the door she relished the fact that he was nervously waiting just outside for her.

His heart was racing as he shuffled from foot-to-foot waiting – should he ring again or simply wait. Breathe he thought, deep breath, how bad can she be. Their eyes met as she flung the door open. Her’s sparkled, he was hypnotized, his body surged, his muscles trembled – he hadn’t anticipated that she was stunningly gorgeous. He was speechless, her voice rang loudly in his ears as she barked at him. She grabbed his arm and quickly pulled him inside, pushing him in the direction of her desk just in front of the floor to ceiling windows which were full of the city’s skyline. Sit she growled – as he fell with a plop into an all too comfortable chair. She leaned back on her desk and continued her tongue lashing. His comprehension of her words finally registered – you’re late; my time is more valuable than yours; I should just fire you now; don’t ever let it happen again; what do you have to say for yourself – she barked at him.

He tried to smile, and offer his hand – his words were shaky, barely audible as he stammered out an apology. She only smirked at him. Are you finished with your pathetic excuses she snapped. He swallowed hard, took a cleansing breath, smiled, and nodded – yes mam, I am here to serve you however you desire. Good – she snarled – let’s get down to business. She stood to move around behind her desk but paused. Spying his folder, his naughty artworks peeking out made her change her mind. She returned, standing just in front of him again – she leaned back onto the hard surface of her desk and looked him directly in the eye. He squirmed in his chair – before we start, let’s get a few things straight she snapped. I’m in charge; you will do as I say; I won’t tolerate the questioning of my authority; you will not be late or keep me waiting; if I say jump you respond “how high” – do I make myself clear. She could feel his eyes wandering over her – tracing her curves, slowly undressing her as she spoke. It both irritated and excited her – his lustful looks made her flush with the delicious glow of potential pleasure. He continued to squirm to get comfortable, his pants were growing embarrassingly tight. Her eyes drifted down his chest and into his lap.

You perved she yelled – I’ve seen your “artwork” – if you can even call it art! Are you undressing me with your eyes? Is your cock hard? He grunted as she swiftly pushed her bare foot hard into his crotch. Is your dirty little mind thinking of me naked – the object of one of your drawings? His face flushed hot and red. Ahh, ahh, no mam I wouldn’t think of it – he groaned as she dug her heel firmly into his testicles making him wince as the sharp pain raced through his body. Their eyes met – she rubbed her hands over the swelling buds of her chest – her fingers pulled at her robe – it fluttered slowly to the floor. His vision drifted down with it – slowly, deliberately – over and around her breasts – meandering over her curves – to the treasure between her thighs. She stepped closer, smothering her breasts into his face. Instinctively, his hands found her hips, his tongue fluttered out and flickered from one nipple to the other. His fingers squeezed into her buttocks - his tongue danced as he slurped her stiffening peaks into his hot, hungry mouth. He looked wantonly into her eyes as she pushed away and wriggled her bottom up onto the desk. Remember – you agreed – at my beck and call – you’ll do anything to please me – her voice now magic in his ears – she slowly spread her legs exposing her glistening flower.

She tipped her head back – she moaned lightly, muttering “good boy”; and then “oh, you naughty boy” as he dropped to his knees, his hands caressing up her thighs, his lips kissing lightly over the smooth flesh of her legs. His face inched closer, closer, and closer until his tongue fluttered over the pink petals of her now pulsating pussy. She whelped with delight digging her nails into his scalp as the hot suction of his mouth slurped at the nectar dripping out from between her legs. Mmm, she moaned – her mind spun as her body flushed even hotter, desiring more. She arched her back, placing her legs upon his shoulders. He felt the constricting pressure of her thighs on his head as his mouth muscle flickered and swirled over her most sensitive spots. The hot textured surface of his tongue probed in and out of her now quivering labia. She thrust her hips to join the rhythms of his dancing delight. Her body quaked with the first tremors of her pending explosion. Panting loudly, moaning as he devoured and slurped at her juicy flesh, he had to grab her butt to hold himself in place as she quivered and shook with the pounding of pleasure.

She pulled at his head urging him to stand before her body – her fingers fumbled for his stiffened shaft. Dropping his mouth to her chest – he suckled hard onto her nipples as she guided him into her slippery tunnel. He pushed himself up as he thrust slowly inside – their eyes locked together as the pace quickened. Their lips met and sparked with a passionate kiss as their bodies melted into a heap of quivering delight…