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She lightly placed her hand my shoulder as I stood next to her in the offices I was visiting. I had come to meet a business manager to talk about a fleet of business vehicles.
“Jason,” she said softly, “Is the guy at the far end of the room on the phone. He’ll be with you in a moment.”
I was not used to anyone touching me in such a sensuous manner on a business call. She was short and cute, and Hispanic. Her hair was jet black and curly, hanging well past her soft shoulders.
I was momentarily distracted by her light touch. I could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked.
“Tequila,” I jokingly replied.
“You’ll have to come back after we close for that,” she witfully replied, twisting a finger in her long hair.
“Water will do,” I said.
I watched as she stepped back through the doorway where we had stopped. Her designer jeans could not be any tighter without being obscene.
I patiently stood alone and waited for Jason to finish up his phone call. A few seconds later, the receptionist reappeared next to me, a bottle of cold water in her outstretched hand.
“Do you want to wait in the conference room?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
She looped her arm in past mine and smiled, as she stepped backwards through the door behind us. I had no choice but to go with her. Once again, I found myself drawn into her beauty and surprised by her unassuming intimate touch.
I took a seat in the conference room.
“If there is anything you need, just let me know,” she proffered a second time as she stepped towards the conference room door, which she left slightly ajar. I watched with interest as she stepped through the doorway but left the door open.
A few moments later and my business contact entered the room. I stood and extended my hand, as he did the same. We sat and talked, and I asked him for a listing of his current vehicles.
“I’ll have Jessica get that to you,” Jason said.
“Jessica?” I asked, wondering who Jessica was.
“Our receptionist and part time office manager,” Jason replied.
I now had a name to go with a beautiful face and a killer body. Jason’s phone rang.
“I have to get this,” he said as he looked at his phone. “Just hang loose and Jessica will bring you the listing and we can catch up later.”
I nodded in agreement as Jason answered his phone and darted from the conference room, leaving me all alone to my thoughts.
I took a few minutes to thumb through my emails on my phone while I waited.
“Your name is Brad, right?”
The voice startled me. It was the receptionist.
“Yes,” I replied.
“This is going to take a few minutes,” she called out from the open doorway where she stood peering in at me.
“I can wait,” I replied.
From where I sat in the conference room, I could see her working at her desk through a small window. I casually took note, trying to not be too obvious, that she answered the phone several times.
After a few more minutes, she reappeared in the conference room doorway. She silently stepped into the conference room and closed the door behind her.
“This is going to take longer than I expected,” she said as she leaned against the closed door, her hands clasped behind her back. “Do you mind waiting?”
I had no problem waiting.
“Everyone has left and gone to lunch,” she said. “Do you want to leave and come back?”
“No,” I replied, “I can wait.”
She silently stepped towards where I was seated at the conference room table. As she did, she silently unbuttoned her button-down shirt, allowing it to part.
“There’s no one here,” she whispered as she approached where I was seated, allowing her shirt to part. Her 38DD's were neatly tucked into a white brassiere.
I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. I was on a professional business call that looked like it was fixing to turn into a booty call.
I stretched out my legs and rested my heels on the carpeted floor of the conference room as she silently stepped between my legs, peering down at me, as she bit down on her lower lip. She pressed her knee gently against my crotch and leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders, her long curly hair hanging down over her shoulders.
Her breasts, barely containable in her push up bra, were practically right in my face. She slipped her hands down my arms and took hold of my hands. She placed my hands on to her bare sides and then slowly guided to her bosom, pushing my fingers up under the wiring of her bra and directly on to her soft breasts.
I gently massaged each, as she hummed her approval and shed her blouse.
She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, allowing the straps to slip down her golden-brown arms, and the cups to fall.
She had dark areoles and her nipples were rock hard. I leaned forward and lightly sucked on each one for a few seconds as she unfastened the top snap to her jeans. I slipped my hands from her breasts and to her neck, pulling her in closer as I planted kisses on her neck. She brushed her hair back with her hand and hummed her approval.
Her hands found their way into an opening in my shirt. She playfully massaged my chest while managing to unbuttoned my shirt. I was about to burst out of my pants. I think she knew it. She dropped to her knees, between my outstretched legs and unzipped my pants.
“I think we need to get more comfortable,” she whispered, digging her hand past the waist-band of my pants and feeling for my tool. I took in a deep breath and exhaled as she felt for my manhood through the thin fabric of my cotton underwear.
I placed a finger under her chin and said, “Show me what you have.”
She stood up and turned her ass towards me, peering back over her shoulder, as she slowly peeled her tight jeans down past her cute ass, underwear and all. She wiggled her legs, back and forth, working the ensemble past her knees and down towards her ankles. As she did, my eyes fixated on her shaved pussy. She placed on hand on my leg to steady herself as she pulled her jeans and her underwear off. She placed one of her shapely legs on the outside of my outstretched leg, and slid a lone finger into her pussy while looking back at me.
“Do you like it?” she whispered, while looking back at me over her bare shoulder, still holding her finger in place.
I unzipped my jeans, pushing them and my underwear down my thighs, my manhood arching upwards. I kicked at my shoes and slipped out of them and my jeans.
She settled her bare ass onto my lap and leaned back against me, wrapping an arm around my neck. My hands covered her breasts.
“Fuck me,” she whispered as she leaned back against me.
“Gladly,” I replied.
Jessica was more than ready. She leaned across the large wooden conference room table and spread her legs. I slipped my tool between her butt crack and straight into her very wet pussy. She gasped for a breath and then let out a very audible, “Ohhhhh!” as I pushed myself against her, holding on to her hips. She was a tight fit at first, but loosened up very quickly as I slipped my tool back and forth inside of her.
“Harder!” she exclaimed, “Harder!”
She grabbed my leg and her manicured fingernails dug into me. I grabbed her breasts. I shot my load deep inside of her as she gripped my legs with her hands and yelled, “Give it to me!”
She pounded the table with her fist.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she exclaimed as her whole body shook.
I pushed down on her back with my hand as I continued to unload inside of her, my tool twitching and spasming.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as I pulled out her and collapsed on to one of the soft leather conference room chairs. She turned and looked at me.
“That was fucking awesome!” she breathlessly extolled. I had to agree.
She grabbed her clothes and quickly escaped out of the conference room, leaving me to get dressed all by myself. A few moments later and she reappeared in the conference room doorway.
“Can I email you that listing?” she inquired, buttoning up her shirt.
“Email works fine for me,” I replied. I stepped over to where she stood in the doorway. I hooked a lone finger into the top of her blouse and smiled. “Unless of course you want me to drop back by one day next week and pick it up.”
She took my hand and straightened out my forefinger. She kissed the very end of my finger and then looked at me.
“That’s up to you,” she replied. “Everyone goes to lunch at eleven thirty and I am always left here, all by myself.”
I slowly lowered my finger to her chin, and then slipped it suggestively down her neck and to the top of her blouse, where I hooked it into the top and stopped.
“Tuesday at 11:30am,” I said.
“I’ll have it ready,” she replied, before adding, “Tuesday is my dress up day. Come prepared.”
Damn.
“Jason,” she said softly, “Is the guy at the far end of the room on the phone. He’ll be with you in a moment.”
I was not used to anyone touching me in such a sensuous manner on a business call. She was short and cute, and Hispanic. Her hair was jet black and curly, hanging well past her soft shoulders.
I was momentarily distracted by her light touch. I could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked.
“Tequila,” I jokingly replied.
“You’ll have to come back after we close for that,” she witfully replied, twisting a finger in her long hair.
“Water will do,” I said.
I watched as she stepped back through the doorway where we had stopped. Her designer jeans could not be any tighter without being obscene.
I patiently stood alone and waited for Jason to finish up his phone call. A few seconds later, the receptionist reappeared next to me, a bottle of cold water in her outstretched hand.
“Do you want to wait in the conference room?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
She looped her arm in past mine and smiled, as she stepped backwards through the door behind us. I had no choice but to go with her. Once again, I found myself drawn into her beauty and surprised by her unassuming intimate touch.
I took a seat in the conference room.
“If there is anything you need, just let me know,” she proffered a second time as she stepped towards the conference room door, which she left slightly ajar. I watched with interest as she stepped through the doorway but left the door open.
A few moments later and my business contact entered the room. I stood and extended my hand, as he did the same. We sat and talked, and I asked him for a listing of his current vehicles.
“I’ll have Jessica get that to you,” Jason said.
“Jessica?” I asked, wondering who Jessica was.
“Our receptionist and part time office manager,” Jason replied.
I now had a name to go with a beautiful face and a killer body. Jason’s phone rang.
“I have to get this,” he said as he looked at his phone. “Just hang loose and Jessica will bring you the listing and we can catch up later.”
I nodded in agreement as Jason answered his phone and darted from the conference room, leaving me all alone to my thoughts.
I took a few minutes to thumb through my emails on my phone while I waited.
“Your name is Brad, right?”
The voice startled me. It was the receptionist.
“Yes,” I replied.
“This is going to take a few minutes,” she called out from the open doorway where she stood peering in at me.
“I can wait,” I replied.
From where I sat in the conference room, I could see her working at her desk through a small window. I casually took note, trying to not be too obvious, that she answered the phone several times.
After a few more minutes, she reappeared in the conference room doorway. She silently stepped into the conference room and closed the door behind her.
“This is going to take longer than I expected,” she said as she leaned against the closed door, her hands clasped behind her back. “Do you mind waiting?”
I had no problem waiting.
“Everyone has left and gone to lunch,” she said. “Do you want to leave and come back?”
“No,” I replied, “I can wait.”
She silently stepped towards where I was seated at the conference room table. As she did, she silently unbuttoned her button-down shirt, allowing it to part.
“There’s no one here,” she whispered as she approached where I was seated, allowing her shirt to part. Her 38DD's were neatly tucked into a white brassiere.
I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. I was on a professional business call that looked like it was fixing to turn into a booty call.
I stretched out my legs and rested my heels on the carpeted floor of the conference room as she silently stepped between my legs, peering down at me, as she bit down on her lower lip. She pressed her knee gently against my crotch and leaned forward, placing her hands on my shoulders, her long curly hair hanging down over her shoulders.
Her breasts, barely containable in her push up bra, were practically right in my face. She slipped her hands down my arms and took hold of my hands. She placed my hands on to her bare sides and then slowly guided to her bosom, pushing my fingers up under the wiring of her bra and directly on to her soft breasts.
I gently massaged each, as she hummed her approval and shed her blouse.
She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, allowing the straps to slip down her golden-brown arms, and the cups to fall.
She had dark areoles and her nipples were rock hard. I leaned forward and lightly sucked on each one for a few seconds as she unfastened the top snap to her jeans. I slipped my hands from her breasts and to her neck, pulling her in closer as I planted kisses on her neck. She brushed her hair back with her hand and hummed her approval.
Her hands found their way into an opening in my shirt. She playfully massaged my chest while managing to unbuttoned my shirt. I was about to burst out of my pants. I think she knew it. She dropped to her knees, between my outstretched legs and unzipped my pants.
“I think we need to get more comfortable,” she whispered, digging her hand past the waist-band of my pants and feeling for my tool. I took in a deep breath and exhaled as she felt for my manhood through the thin fabric of my cotton underwear.
I placed a finger under her chin and said, “Show me what you have.”
She stood up and turned her ass towards me, peering back over her shoulder, as she slowly peeled her tight jeans down past her cute ass, underwear and all. She wiggled her legs, back and forth, working the ensemble past her knees and down towards her ankles. As she did, my eyes fixated on her shaved pussy. She placed on hand on my leg to steady herself as she pulled her jeans and her underwear off. She placed one of her shapely legs on the outside of my outstretched leg, and slid a lone finger into her pussy while looking back at me.
“Do you like it?” she whispered, while looking back at me over her bare shoulder, still holding her finger in place.
I unzipped my jeans, pushing them and my underwear down my thighs, my manhood arching upwards. I kicked at my shoes and slipped out of them and my jeans.
She settled her bare ass onto my lap and leaned back against me, wrapping an arm around my neck. My hands covered her breasts.
“Fuck me,” she whispered as she leaned back against me.
“Gladly,” I replied.
Jessica was more than ready. She leaned across the large wooden conference room table and spread her legs. I slipped my tool between her butt crack and straight into her very wet pussy. She gasped for a breath and then let out a very audible, “Ohhhhh!” as I pushed myself against her, holding on to her hips. She was a tight fit at first, but loosened up very quickly as I slipped my tool back and forth inside of her.
“Harder!” she exclaimed, “Harder!”
She grabbed my leg and her manicured fingernails dug into me. I grabbed her breasts. I shot my load deep inside of her as she gripped my legs with her hands and yelled, “Give it to me!”
She pounded the table with her fist.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she exclaimed as her whole body shook.
I pushed down on her back with my hand as I continued to unload inside of her, my tool twitching and spasming.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed as I pulled out her and collapsed on to one of the soft leather conference room chairs. She turned and looked at me.
“That was fucking awesome!” she breathlessly extolled. I had to agree.
She grabbed her clothes and quickly escaped out of the conference room, leaving me to get dressed all by myself. A few moments later and she reappeared in the conference room doorway.
“Can I email you that listing?” she inquired, buttoning up her shirt.
“Email works fine for me,” I replied. I stepped over to where she stood in the doorway. I hooked a lone finger into the top of her blouse and smiled. “Unless of course you want me to drop back by one day next week and pick it up.”
She took my hand and straightened out my forefinger. She kissed the very end of my finger and then looked at me.
“That’s up to you,” she replied. “Everyone goes to lunch at eleven thirty and I am always left here, all by myself.”
I slowly lowered my finger to her chin, and then slipped it suggestively down her neck and to the top of her blouse, where I hooked it into the top and stopped.
“Tuesday at 11:30am,” I said.
“I’ll have it ready,” she replied, before adding, “Tuesday is my dress up day. Come prepared.”
Damn.
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