Second Meeting
He quickly glanced at the time, ugh – he was not going to be able to finish before they met again. His body trembled knowing she would be upset that he was unable to complete her assignments before the scheduled meeting. Their first meeting had resulted in a tryst of unparalleled delight. Feeling the swell in his pants as he reminisced those brief moments in her penthouse. With his mind drifting off, his hand stroked lightly over his growing arousal. He had staggered out of her suite after that evening, barely able to walk from the pulsing passion. He remembered his forlorn sigh as he drove off, wondering if their tryst would soften her professional demeanor. He soon found out when several days later, she called – her words were sharp and terse – she scolded him for his lack of progress and set forth a list of demands for their second meeting. He stammered and muttered that her assignments were too much given the timeframe. She quickly hung up after saying – just get it done, and get it done right. Shaking his head, he could only imagine the long hours of being buried in his work.
Her tone, her words were clear – despite the passion that had sparked between them – he was pretty sure it would never happen again. She had purposely put herself in position to be in charge – he had been hypnotized by her delightful curves, the sparkle in her eyes, her unimaginable desires for pleasure. He knew that she knew this and would use it to her best advantage to get what she wanted from him – to make him her personal concierge – her servant - for the betterment of her fortune. Just the thought of a repeat performance, another lusty tryst of debauchery and delight was enough for him to submit to her requests and demands.
She touched her breasts as she gazed into the mirror, her fingertips sparking a tingle to waft through her flesh. Moaning softly, she imagined his hands stroking over her curves. He had proved himself when he had pushed his face between her thighs, lapping luxuriously over her pulsing petals, he had brought her to the brink of delight and back, and more than once. Rubbing her fingers over her slit, she quivered briefly. She wanted to feel him pleasure her, she needed him to devour her. Her whole body hungry to be fed, hungry for him to smother his body over her, hungry for her pussy to gobble up his hard, hot cock.
Applying her makeup, brushing her hair as her naked body reflected in the mirror, she set her mind to seducing him again. She stepped into her lacy panties and covered – well barely covered - her breasts with a matching bra. Prancing, practically dancing her way to her closet, she took her time picking out just the right outfit to make his trousers tight and his mind mush when he saw her. She settled on a short, tight black skirt which perfectly enhanced her every curve and a soft, white satiny blouse – just sheer enough to accent the colorful lace covering her bosom. Spiky black heels would show off her toned and shapely legs. She giggled imagining his discomfort when she crossed and uncrossed her legs – knowing he would try to steal a glimpse of the treasure between her thighs.
He was thankful she had agreed to meet at his office, but remorseful nonetheless as her desired time was after normal business hours. She claimed to do her best work later in the day and into the evening. He shook his head and decided he would need to adjust to hours to meet her schedule. He dismissed his staff early, not wanting them to see how she controlled him – he needed to be able to keep them in place. If they spotted his weakness in being able to deal with her as a client – they may have ideas of their own. While his work was far from complete – he readied himself for her pending arrival and made sure the corner, executive conference room was prepared neat and tidy for their evening of work.
She purposefully took the long way to his office – she wanted to be late – she needed him to be squirming nervously waiting for her arrival. He paced back and forth – his nerves were getting the best of him. His insides were a flutter of butterflies, he couldn’t keep the thoughts of her delicious flesh out of his head. He shifted from leg to leg, trying to conceal the stiffening in his groin. He jumped when he heard the elevator chime and hustled through the empty office to greet her. His eyes caught a glimpse of her shiny heels and traced slowly up her legs, to the inside of her thigh, around the curves of her hips, over the scrumptious swell of her, and into the valley of her cleavage as she stepped out from the elevator. A trembling made his lips quiver and his tongue twitch when he gazed into the bright blue twinkle of her eyes.
Her heels clomped on the hard, stone floor as she briskly walked past and through the door as he held it open. Muttering let’s get to work she briskly walked off in the direction he pointed. He followed behind like an obedient puppy – his head spinning with unsavory thoughts as he watched her bottom swish and giggle. Offering her a beverage – he left her alone momentarily; thankful he remembered her favorite libation. When he returned, he paused at the door – her back to him – she stood at the window admiring the colors of the just setting sun. He stood silent and allowed himself the luxury to once again paint her imagined naked image in his brain as his eyes caressed over every inch of her curviliciousness. Sensing his presence and spying his reflection in the glass, she could feel his gaze wandering over her body – a spark ignited, and she felt that unmistakable tingle of pending pleasure.
She spoke in terse sharp tones as he entered – still with her back to him. She inquired of his progress and for him to informed her of the general project progress, and if he had completed her requested tasks. His nerves sparked – he flashed hot, his body trembled. Taking a deep breath – he spoke in muffled tones – she could tell from his tone that his work was incomplete. Interrupting him as he spoke – she barked out – no need to proceed then, when will you be finished – she demanded. Her mind raced, she hadn’t gotten all dressed and ready for her time to be wasted – she smirked as she turned. Her thoughts went to the satisfaction of her hunger, the pleasing of her needs, the rapture of delight only a quivering tongue and a throbbing shaft could appease.
Her eyes shot through him, his body quivered and trembled. His heart raced as she propped herself upon the credenza and ever so slowly spread her thighs exposing her lacy panties to his vision before crossing one leg over the other, letting her shoe slip off her heel and she gently swung her leg to and fro. His pants quickly grew tight as his eyes focused on her cleavage – she smirked seductively as she spied the pulsing bulge in his trousers. The tension was thick as the moments ticked by in silence. Finally, she spoke – her words rung in his ears – he nodded in agreement – he hung his head muttering that he would quickly complete the assignment. Hearing her tone change – he looked into her eyes – sparks flashed between them. He saw her hunger and he was eager to be the chef to feed her appetite. He stepped closer, she sighed as her body trembled as his hand touch her knee and slid slowly up her exposed thigh…
to be continued…