Flight to Chicago

OOC: This is a closed thread for landiek (as Angelique) and me.

Joe
age 35, 5'11"
national sales manager for a computer software company

I started off this morning in a pissed-off mood.

Three months ago, I had to fly to Chicago to warn Jack, the Illinois sales rep for our computer software company, that he had better start meeting his sales quotas, or he might just end up on the unemployment line. Now I would have to fly to Chicago again, to do the least pleasant part of my job: firing someone. Namely Jack. Month after month, quarter after quarter, Jack wasn't even meeting half of his expected sales figures. Chicago was too important a market for us not to replace him with a more aggressive go-getter. And I was appointed the one to fly to the Windy City and tell Jack the bad news in person.

As if having to fly to Chicago to fire Jack wasn't enough to piss me off, I had to get up at 2 AM to catch the red-eye flight, to do this most unpleasant job. Then, too, the alarm clock awoke me from a very erotic dream. In my dream, a very beautiful and classy-looking lady was seated next to me on my flight, and we were hitting it off great. After a lot of very personal and intimate conversation, she offered to indocrinate me into the mile-high club, and soon we were locked in the plane's rest room, hungrily kissing each other as we practically tore each other's clothes off. In my dream, I had just hopped her up on the sink and was moving my face between her luscious, creamy thighs, when the alarm clock rang and woke me up. I realized that rather than a beautiful woman, my seat-mate would probably be a sweaty 300-pound man, like on my last flight to visit Jack. That guy had reeked of beer, as if he had bathed in it rather than merely drinking it. And he belched constantly. Just what you want to sit next to on a 4-hour flight!

So you see, I had plenty of reasons to start the morning in a bad mood, as I dragged myself out of bed.

On the plane, even before we taxied away from the terminal, I fluffed up a pillow and covered myself in a blanket, intending to catch every extra minute of sleep that I could. But my attempt to sleep was rudely interrupted by a woman asking, "Excuse me, is this seat 16B?"

I felt like snapping a very cutting remark at her, like "There are numbers on the overhead luggage bins. It says 16B. So why do you have to ask?" But I realized that was neither clever nor witty, just mean. And before I could say what was on my mind, I remembered the two cardinal rules of being a sales manager: 1. Be nice to everyone, because they might be a future customer, and 2. You never get a second chance to make a good first impression.

So instead of snapping at her, I decided to just stare into her eyes, and maybe she wouldn't notice that I was shooting daggers at her.

But as soon as I caught her eyes, I realized I couldn't be mad at this stranger. She had the prettiest, deepest green eyes I have ever seen. They sparkled like the finest emeralds, and they gazed as deeply into my brown eyes, as my eyes were gazing into hers.

The piped-in music on the plane was playing corny old pseudo-Hawaiian songs, probably recorded by Don Ho, no doubt trying to make the passengers feel they were off on a tropical vacation, instead of flying to filthy old Chicago. But the lyrics were perfect for this moment:

Our eyes just met
Our lips not yet
I'm gonna get you yet
How much you wanna bet?

We both laughed at the coincidence of those lyrics just as our eyes were meeting for the first time.

I decided to look at what the rest of this woman with the beautiful green eyes looked like. She did not disappoint, not at all. She was a little younger than me, maybe 27 or 28, and strikingly, radiantly beautiful.

The next thing to catch my eye, after her VERY green eyes, was her fiery red hair. It cascaded down in soft, gentle waves, caressing the side of her lovely neck before tumbling down her back, to end just below her shoulder blades. I closed my eyes, and pictured myself standing behind her, folding my arms around her, my fingers brushing her hair away from her neck as I gently nuzzled the right side of her neck, causing her to purr her aroused approval of my neck-kisses.

Hearing a bumping sound, I opened my eyes. She was struggling to put her suitcase up in the overhead luggage bin. She was standing on tiptoes, which made her look all the more beautiful. She wore a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned almost all the way down to her navel. This showed off her soft, round breasts very nicely, in a classy and elegant way, not in a cheap and slutty way. The way she showed off her breasts was subtle, sophisticated, enticing, and charming, like a classy nude painting by an old master, hanging in the finest art museum, not cheap and slutty like a Hustler Magazine photo-spread. Through her blouse, I could see just a hint of her lacy, wispy red bra. The exact same shade of fiery red as her long, beautiful hair. Had she bought the bra to match her hair, or had she dyed her hair to match her bra? Either way, the color match bespoke class, taste, and elegance, a woman who took great care in her personal appearance, and who knew what a devastating effect she was having on men.

Over her blouse, she wore a well-tailored navy-blue blazer, accented in hair-thin vertical white pin-stripes, form-fitting around her every beautiful curve. Her navy-blue miniskirt matched her blazer, even to the identical white pin stripes. Her skirt ended halfway down her thighs. High enough to show off her shapely bronze-tanned legs. But not so high as to make her look cheap and tawdry. Her shoes had about two-inch heels. The tops of each shoe consisted of nothing more than two very thin strips of very-shiny black patent leather, forming an X across the top of her feet. She had the cutest little feet, and these shoes definitely showed them off to best advantage. Her toenails were painted navy blue, with tiny white stripes, matching her blazer and skirt. Yes, this lady was very classy, and she obviously put a lot of time and attention into looking absolutely amazing, stunning, classy, elegant, adorable, and very, very sexy.

I stood up and helped her lift her suitcase and put it away. She whispered "thank you" and she gave me a gentle peck on the cheek.

"This is my first flight to Chicago," she smiled. Her smile could have lit up the entire east coast, when they had that massive blackout last month. "Are all guys who fly to Chicago as nice and gentlemanly as you?"

"I doubt it!" I laughed. "You know, when we circle around Chicago before landing, there is a spectacular view of the Chicago skyline. The Sears tower, Hancock building...say, why don't you take the window seat, so you can see the view for yourself when we land? I mean, it's only fair, since you've never seen Chicago before, and I have."

She thanked me with a second peck on the cheek, took the window seat, and I slid into the aisle seat beside her.

"So, what's taking you to Chicago today?" she asked cheerily.

"I have to fire someone. I hate it!"

"I would hate that, too," she replied quietly, empathetically. "What did he do?"

"He consistently fails to come close to his sales quotas."

"What do you guys sell?"

"Computer software. What about you, what do you do?"

"I'm a buyer," she smiled.

"What do you buy?"

"Lingerie. I'm the buyer for all the midwest stores of Victoria's Secret."

"So that pretty red bra of yours..."

"Is from Victoria's Secret, yes. I get it on employee discount. It's part of a matched set."

Her comment made me think of my last girlfriend. Suzanne would not have left it at that. She would have said it's part of a matched set and then followed that remark with "Do you want to see?" Then without waiting for an answer, she would have lifted her skirt and showed me her matching red panties. Sure, Suzanne's sexual openness had been thrilling at first. But she was cheap and common, like a McDonald's hamburger, and after a while you just get tired of a diet of fast food. I guess that's why I had broken it off with Suzanne. That, plus as a a national sales manager, I couldn't see myself making Suzanne my life partner. Suzanne had no class, and would have been an embarassment to me when meeting with my business associates at formal occasions.

But this green-eyed red-head seated next to me seemed to be the exact opposite of Suzanne in every way. She had told me she was wearing lacy red panties without actually saying it, and had not flashed them at me. She left me wondering what she looked like under that miniskirt, left me thinking she has to be the sexiest woman on earth. She knew exactly what she was doing. Like I said, she had taste and class. She was filet mignon and lobster to Suzanne's Big Mac. She was Mozart or grand opera to Suzanne's Brittney Spears. Suzanne was like a Chevrolet: nice enough I suppose, but common. This woman beside me now seemed to me more like a Ferrari: exotic, classy, sexy, elegant, and only a very special man would be able to handle her, would be deserving of her. On only a four-hour flight, I was unlikely to prove to her that I would and could be such a man, but I was certainly going to try.

Suddenly, I remembered that I'm a sales manager. How do I bring this up delicately?

"Do you making buying decisions for things other than what lingerie your stores stock?"

"Like what?" Then a light turned on in her sparkling emerald-green eyes. "You're trying to sell me software, aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged!" I laughed.

"It's OK. Really. So, what have you got?"

"Well, we just came out with an inventory-control program that you can run directly on the cash register."

"Sounds like something we could really use," she agreed. "I just might buy your software," she smiled, "if you can persuade me. But if I do, you'll have to buy something from me in return. Pick out a couple of nice sexy outfits for your girlfriend. I'll even give you my employee discount price." It occurred to me that her offer might not be as innocent as it sounded. Was she fishing around to find out of I even have a girlfriend? Was she hoping I would buy the lingerie she was offering to sell me at a discount, and give it to HER? Nah, I'm probably just reading too much into her offer, just as I always seem to read way too much into what most pretty women say to me.

Should I tell her that I currently have no girlfriend, having only recently split-up with Suzanne? Or would that make me seem that I'm interested in my classy seatmate for something more than just business, and maybe scare her off if she wasn't fishing to be my new girlfriend? Or would she think theere's something wrong with me, for not currently having a committed relationship, and would that also maybe scare her off? No, better to let her think I still have a girlfriend, at least for now.

She reached into the inside pocket of her blazer, and her motion showed me just a bit more of her lacy red bra. Was she even aware how much she and her red bra were driving me crazy? She pulled out a business card and wrote something on the back.

"I'm going to be supervising the opening of a new Victoria's Secret store in a new mall in a Chicago suburb," she smiled. "I wrote the address of our new store on the back of the card. Stop by the store tomorrow about 6 PM, we'll discuss the software you want to sell me. Say, over a nice dinner?" Then she paused and frowned. "Or on second thought, maybe dinner together wouldn't be appropriate after all. I wouldn't want you to think I'm trying to come between you and your girlfriend."

I liked the idea of dinner out with this beautiful woman, and her backing out of it made me panic a little. This could be the start of something good, something VERY good, but I would never know, if I let her back out of her offer to have dinner with me. OK, time to come clean with her.

"I don't HAVE a girlfriend right now," I blurted out.

Her smile and her sparkling green eyes lit up again. "OK!" she replied, obviously trying to tone down the enthusiasm in her voice, "Dinner it is. Tomorrow night." But her body language gave away how much she liked the fact that I am single, and had accepted a dinner-date with her, even if it was ostensibly just to talk business.

I looked at the name on her business card. Angelique.

"No last name, Angelique? Just one name? Sort of like Cher or Madonna?"

She laughed, again in that sexy, classy laugh of hers that was already charming the hell out of me.

"So, Angelique," I kidded. "Appropriate name. You seem like an angel to ME!"

"An angel? Well, sometimes," she smiled enigmatically.

"And at other times? Do you let the devilish side of you out sometimes?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," she laughed charmingly.

The movie screen on the plane was showing previews of new movies that will soon be in theatres. Just then, George Clooney said to Catherine Zeta-Jones, "You fascinate me."

I smiled at Angelique and whispered, "I know just how he feels. YOU fascinate me!"

She held my hand, squeezed and patted it, and told me she needed to sleep now. "We'll talk more at 6 o'clock tomorrow night, OK?"

It was a comment so full of promise, so full of fascination. I pushed my head back into my pillow, pulled my blanket up over my shoulders, and quickly drifted off to sleep as our taxiing plane left the ground. With the prettiest, classiest, most sophisticated, most charming, and sexiest green-eyed red-head sleeping in the seat next to me.

My mood was now a hell of a lot better than it had been a mere 30 minutes earlier.

Angelique

Boarding the plane I was instructed to find my seat quickly. I hate being put in maddening pace. I glanced at the rows trying to count 16 and quickly take my seat while dragging the wheeled case behind me. Gads I had begin to think that I was aboard a bus or Amtrak for the quickest moment. I noticed the empty seat next to someone covered in a blanket.
Angelique
age 28
red hair, green eyes, 5'6'
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"Excuse me, is the seat 16B?"

The blanket moved and a handsome face appeared. His eyes were caramel brown and hypnotizing. I nearly melted on the spot, as one always hears of falling in love at first sight but seriously in reality... impossible! Yet I was staring into his eyes as the music warbled over the speakers......

Our eyes just met............. our lips not yet.......... I'm gonna get you yet.... How much you wanna bet.......

I laughed at the corniness of the song as did he but it was the truth, and I wanted to touch his lips as I became aware of his stare. I pushed my red hair back from my face and turned to put my case overhead, after all staring at someone is very rude but I felt his gaze take in my features. Struggling with the door on that compartment, I swear they hate me as I have to stand on tiptoe to reach. He stood up and easily gripped the case and slid it into the overhead. Had I nudged him with my case? I worried breifly. Even a gentleman no less what more could a girl ask for. "thank you" and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. This gave me the chance to smell the after shave that graced his chiseled face. What thoughts were whirling in my mind for that moment, shameful but desired. That crisp ironed white shirt that tucked neatly into his pants, that look freshly pressed.
the real man.
"This is my first flight to Chicago," I smiled. "Are all guys who fly to Chicago as nice and gentlemanly as you?"

"I doubt it!" he laughed. "You know, when we circle around Chicago before landing, there is a spectacular view of the Chicago skyline. The Sears tower, Hancock building...say, why don't you take the window seat, so you can see the view for yourself when we land? I mean, it's only fair, since you've never seen Chicago before, and I have."

I thanked me with a second peck on the cheek, took the window seat, that was very sweet of him as he slid into the aisle seat beside me.

"So, what's taking you to Chicago today?"I asked.

"I have to fire someone. I hate it!"

"I would hate that, too," I replied quietly, empathetically gettting fired is very depressing. "What did he do?"

"He consistently fails to come close to his sales quotas."

Sales qoutas, I knew how that can effect a person and a business. Yet I was intriged by this man and asked "What do you guys sell?"

"Computer software. What about you, what do you do?"

"I'm a buyer," I replied with pride, after all not every 28 year old woman gets the job of thier dreams.

"What do you buy?" He seemed honestly interested.

"Lingerie. I'm the buyer for all the midwest stores of Victoria's Secret." I blushed slightly but still it's my life and I truly love it.

"So that pretty red bra of yours..."

Ohhhh, so that is what caught his attention. I figured that the matching silk undies would give him a near heart attack since it is thong wear. "Is from Victoria's Secret, yes. I get it on employee discount. It's part of a matched set."

Matched set, yes that was why I was on this flight. I had just gotten back from Anaheim on a late night flight when Susan called me. "Chicago needs you for the grand opening. Your flight leaves at 3:15 and the ticket is on the desk in your apartment. I took the liberty to pack a fresh bag for you. Hamilton will meet you at the airport and take you directly to the store. I know that you will make the opening fantastic... tah tah darling *smooch smooch*
Well that gave me enough time to grab a bite to eat, shower, unpack, and refresh my cosmetics in my travel bag. I would nap inflight like always. I looked at my companion and smiled, he was the type of man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Energitic and self-driven.

Do you making buying decisions for things other than what lingerie your stores stock?"

"Like what?" I inquired then smirked "You're trying to sell me software, aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged!" he laughed with a warmth that melted me again.

"It's OK. Really. So, what have you got?" I reassured him.

"Well, we just came out with an inventory-control program that you can run directly on the cash register."

"Sounds like something we could really use," I agreed. "I just might buy your software," then smiled, "if you can persuade me. But if I do, you'll have to buy something from me in return. Pick out a couple of nice sexy outfits for your girlfriend. I'll even give you my employee discount price." It was a chance offer but I wanted to know if this man was available or not. After all he was turning on the charm and I was devouring it up with a feavor.

Joe

O'Hare Airport was stacked-in with too many flights, as usual. We must have circled around at least 15 times before it was finally our turn to land.

I hadn't slept all that well on the flight. I kept having these erotic dreams about Angelique, my lovely seat-mate, and I kept waking up to look over and make sure she was really there. Had this beautiful young woman really made a 6 PM dinner-date with ME? In my dreams, we talked over dinner, we seemed to have all the same likes and dislikes, interests, opinions, and life philosophies. In my dreams, after dinner, we went out dancing. We danced together through fast songs and slow, through rock, waltz, tango, and salsa.

"We move together so well," she smiled. "Do you do the horizontal mambo?"

We went back to my motel room to talk and kiss. I slowly, tentatively extended my hands toward the buttons of her blouse, and gazed into her eyes to silently ask if this was OK with her. "Yes," she whsipered, "please do."

This was the FIRST time I woke up and looked to make sure that Angelique was really there, in the airplane seat beside me. Yes, she was real and seated next to me. I did eventually drift back to sleep, to resume my erotic dream.

Now it was her turn to start unbuttoning my shirt in my dream. Which she did slowly, teasingly, but with great finger dexterity. Had she done this before with another man? So what if she had? What mattered was not the men in her past, but that I would be the only man in her future. I certainly wanted her to be the only woman in my future!

As she unbuttoned each button in my dream, she kissed her way down my chest. When she had my shirt completely open, she began to kiss, lick, suck, and finally nibble on my tiny nipples. She then kissed her way further down my chest, and finally licked inside my belly button.

"Oh," she squealed in delight. "An outie. Just like me! One MORE thing we have in common."

She placed her hand on my belt buckle and whispered, "So, do you want me to stop here and now?"

"NO!" I shouted. "Don't stop! Don't EVER stop!"

That's when my seat-mate Angelique nudged me awake. "Are you all right, Joe? You were shouting."

"What was I shouting?" I asked, embarrased that my shouting might have given away that I was having an erotic dream about her.

"I couldn't make out the words." Was she lying to save me embarrassment?

I did finally get back to sleep on the plane once more. I awoke to hear Angelique moaning, and shouting "You have SUCH a long tongue, Joe!" She then fluttered her eyes open.

"Are you OK, Angelique?"

"Yes, fine, Joe. Why?"

I decided that, since she had pretended not to know I had been dreaming about her, I would not embarrass her by revealing that I knew what she had been dreaming, involving my tongue.

Then we started circling around O'Hare airport. At first, Angelique had been excited to see the Chicago skyline for the first time, and she gave me yet another soft peck on the cheek in gratitude for my having offered her the window seat.

"You already thanked me for that," I grinned, loving that I was once again getting a kiss from this beautiful stranger.

"I know," she laughed, "but it gives me an excuse to take another sniff of your wonderful cologne. You know," she smiled, with a dreamy look in her gorgeous green eyes, "a girl like me could easily be seduced by a man who looks and smells as great as you do."

Hmm, maybe my erotic dreams about her stand a chance of becoming true after all.

By our 10th time circling around O'Hare, however, Angelique was tired of seeing the same view over and over. She pulled down the shade and turned away from the window to engage in idle chit-chat with me. I relished those extra 15 minutes or so with her, telling her a little more about myself and learning a little more about her.

Then before we knew it, we were on the ground. I helped her get her suitacse down from the overhead luggage bin. Our lips quickly and softly brushed up against each other. "See you at 6 PM," we said in unison, as we parted company for now. Me to fire Jack, and Angelique to get the new Victoria's Secret store ready for its grand opening.

Firing Jack went even worse than I had expected. He told me he was engaged to marry the love of his life, and she had a child too. How would they live if he lost his income? He apologized about his low sales figures, but his falling in love had taken his time and attention away from his work. But after he marries her, he promised, he would give his job full time and attention.

"Jack," I replied, "your sales figures have been down for over a year. I personally warned you 3 months ago."

"I know, Joe. I know. But now I'll be a stable family man now. Give me another chance?"

"I'm sorry, Jack. But I already gave you another chance. Chicago is too big and too important a market for us to give you any more chances. We already gave your job to somebody else."

Jack broke down and cried. "I do NOT want to start my marriage to Sally broke and unemployed," he sobbed.

I wanted to say that if Sally really loves him, she will marry him even if he is temporarily unemployed. I wanted to reassure him that he would find another sales job. But I knew that in George Bush's America, it is damned hard to find a new job. And that no matter how much she loves him, his being jobless was bound to make Sally think long and hard about marrying him now.

"Couldn't you transfer me to another sales territory, Joe? One less crucial than Chicago. Give me a chance to prove I can sell, even in a market that doesn't normally make a lot of sales."

Damn me for being weak. "I probably shouldn't tell you this. But we've been thinking of opening an office in Mississippi. The area we have in mind is poor and has few computers, especially in schools. It's not an area where we typically make many sales. We figure we'll look like good corporate citizens if we give the schools free computers and sell the school districts software at a discount. As word of our generosity gets around, our sales will grow in all of our other markets. I tell you what I'll do, Jack. I'll try to convince my bosses to let you coordinate our new Mississippi shcools program."

After I left Jack, I was pissed at myself. How in the hell was I going to persuade my bosses to put Jack in charge of this important project? It wasn't key in terms of direct sales, since we would likely lose money in Mississippi. But the PR value was very important, and Jack did not have a great track record. How in the hell would anyone agree to put HIM in charge of this?

I checked into my hotel room, changed into more casual clothes, and headed downstairs to the bar for a drink and for some private time to figure out how I would tell my bosses that instead of firing Jack, I have offered him a different job.

Then I glanced at my watch. 5:30 PM! I suddenly remembered that I have a 6 PM date with the amazingly beautiful Angelique, who I had met on the plane. Jack and my bosses instantly dropped completely out of my mind now, as I remembered Angelique's angelic green eyes and devilish red hair.

I had the bartender call a cab for me. I handed the driver the paper with the address that Angelique had given me.

"Oh, I know where that is," the cab driver smiled. "That's the new mall everyone's been talking about."

"There's an extra twenty in it," I said, "if you can get me there before 6 o'clock."

The driver raced and weaved in and out of traffic. It was a thrilling, if slightly terrifying, ride. True to my word, I gave the cabbie an extra $20 bill. I headed straight for the mall directory, to find where the Victoria's Secret store was.

I got there at 5:58. Two minutes early. I was glad that I hadn't made a bad impression by being late for my very first date with the luscious Angelique.

Inside the newest Victoria's Secret store stood about half a dozen of today's hottest supermodels, modeling the scantiest of lingerie. Every man's fantasy. Then I spotted Angelique, and after that, I barely even noticed these models.

Angelique wasn't wearing lingerie. Or I should say, at least not on the outside. She had on a soft red knee-length skirt, with the left side slit all the way up to her waist, showing off her spectacular legs in sheer nude-tone stockings, and revealing just a hint of black lace garter belt and matching black lace thong panties. Her top was a sheer white blouse, the top two buttons unbuttoned to show just a hint of cleavage. The blouse was so sheer that her hard nipples were very visible underneath. She was obviously not wearing a bra. I think Angelique knew that her nipples were showing, and had dressed like that on purpose just for me. I'll bet she knew the effect her nipples blaring through her blouse would have on me. Mere words like amazing and spectacular could not begin to decribe how great Angelique looked.

When she saw me, her sparkling green eyes lit up. She leaned forward at the waist, and she eagerly kissed my mouth in greeting. "I'm glad you showed up," she smiled.

"Does your offer to sell me lingerie at a discount still stand?" My plan was to give HER whatever I bought.

"Here, let me show you some of my favorite oufits." Angelique towed me by the hand through rack after rack, shelf after shelf of the most beutiful, sexiest lingerie I had ever seen.

She showed me the most amazingly beautiful bras, panties, baby-dolls. I finally picked out a lacy red teddy, the same red as her beautiful hair. It was sexy as hell, but in an elegant and understated way. It had two front and two rear graters dangling down from the bottom hem. I selected matching red fishnet stockings to attach to those garters. And fingerless red lace elbow-length gloves. I knew it would all look so amazing on an elegant and classy lady like Angelique. Beautiful and sexy, but not in a cheap and trashy way.

"A great choice," Angelique smiled. "You have excellent taste."

"I guess I do have excellent taste at that," I smiled, trying to be classy and cheesy at the same time. "Look who I'm choosing to date." It was a line, and not a very clever one, but I hoped that she would forgive me for that. Her smile told me that she did forgive my line, and that she appreciated the honest sentiment behind it.

"So," she grinned, "I'll bet you never thought anyone would ever ask you this. But would you prefer if I have Heidi Klum or Naomi Campbell model this outfit for you now?"

"Neither," I grinned. "I want YOU to model it for me."

"I'd love to," Angelique smiled, her face glowing radiantly, because she could tell that I honestly consider her more beautiful and sexy than either Heidi or Naomi. "But not here and now. Maybe after dinner. Let's say, back at your hotel room?"

Dinner! I had forgotten all about dinner.

"I know this great and very elegant restaurant," I said. "It's not too far from here. Maybe 15 minutes by taxi. The waiters are all very handsome and dressed elegantly in tuxedoes. They make up your salad fresh right at the table. The main courses are all the finest cuisine, and the dessert cart has some of the smoothest, creamiest pastries in the world. A jazz band plays romantic and seductive music as you dine. After dinner we can dance the night away. I already made a reservation this morning for us, for 7:00, so we'd better hurry now."

"Sounds divine," Angelique agreed. "Let's go," she took me by the hand as we headed for a taxi.

The whole drive over to the restaurant, we sat in the back of the cab and held each other close, our arms around each other, as we softly kissed, over and over and over again. All I could think about, though, was the new lingerie in the big box I was holding. And how great it would all look on Angelique.

This evening was already so full of excitement, so full of promise. For romance. For the first blush of blossoming love, a love that would become eternal. And mostly, this evening was already promising lots and lots of what I just knew would be the hottest and most amazing sex of either of our lives.

"Well goodnight, ummmm" I paused.

"Joe," he grinned.

I felt him move and almost wanted to snuggle closer to that arousing scent of his after shave. He so fit the image of the man of my dreams. Tall, clean shaven, manicured fingernails, handsome, a smile that made you melt, and the right bulge in the right place. Drifting into a light sleep I dreamt of a romantic evening followed by modeling an assortment of Victoria's silk line and falling into his arms. Kisses that rained across my skin which I mutually returned.

"NO" He was shouting and I woke immediately "Don't stop! Don't EVER stop!"

Are you alright? You were shouting."

"What was I shouting?" he asked.

"Ohhhh, I couldn't make out the words." I fibbed, not wanting to cause him any embarassment. I drifted back to sleep and thinking about what he said. I could imagine his tongue licking strawberry syrup off of my breasts and lower--- I moaned aloud then squealed, "You have SUCH a long tongue, Joe" then my eyes flew open.

"Are you OK, Angelique?"

"Yes, fine... Joe. Why?" I hoped that I wasn't blushing too much.

Seeing Chicago from the air was thrilling and I kissed him once more for being such a gentleman. " You already thanked me for that" He flashed another of his melting smiles.

"I know" I grinned "but it gives me an excuse to take another sniff of your wonderful cologne. You know," she smiled, with a dreamy look in her gorgeous green eyes, "a girl like me could easily be seduced by a man who looks and smells as great as you do."
Circling the Windy ity got dull so I turned to chat. I learned it was a friend that he had to fire- ouch that had to hurt.
"I'm just a small town girl, Joe. I dreamed of being a designer and in a way I am. I buy what women want and hold fashion in the palm of my hand." I told him as we landed and moved to the terminal. I was glad that he got my case down but I hated having to leave his company. Someone passed us and bumped me into his arms, making our lips meet. "See you at 6pm" we said in parting.

Walking into the terminal I was met by Claudia. She quickly ushered me to the taxi and begin to spew with ideas. I realized that I wasn't paying attention and glanced at her and said, "Wait... wait... how many invites did you send out?"

My day was filled with opening boxes and stocking shelves, readying the store for what was a hopeful good start. The store would open in two hours and there was a ton of things still to do. Claudia and her five girls worked in high spirits while we finally got the last item tagged and on the rack. I had the chance to get to know each girl a little better as our day progressed. Often times I would catch myself thinking about Joe and wondering if he was still coming to the store.
We offered giveaways every three hours and planned on giving ten gift certificates on Thursday and Friday plus the fashion show on Saturday with still ticketes for sell at thirthy-five dollars a piece. I wasn't surprised that we were mobbed by dozens of anxious customers. Most asked about the fashion show, where top models reveal the lastest and hottest lingerie.
By five I was in the middle of a conference with the models for the show. I was taking the time to match items and seal in bags for Chantelle. I caught my outfit on a nail and spilt coffee down the front of my blouse. Claudia gave me a blouse and I changed in the office, snagging my skirt to the chair and spliting the side. Too late to fix it as I still had work to do.. Janice was wearing a silver teddie and I was choosing a pair of pumps when I noticed Joe. I flashed a bright smile then leaned closer to kiss his full lips. "I'm glad you showed up"

"Does your offer to sell me lingerie at a discount still stand?"

I took his hand, "Her let me show you some of my favorite outfits." I pulled teddies, bras, panties, and baby dolls showing colors from baby blue to midnight black. I watched as he choose a red teddie with double garters matching fishnet stockings and laced mid-length gloves, fingerless ones.... "A great chpoice, you have excellent taste"

"I guess I do have excellent taste at that" another smile creeped up as he looked at me. "Look who I'm choosing to date."

I smiled "So, I'll bet you never thought anyone would ever ask you this. But would you prefer if I have Heidi Klum or Naomi Campbell model this outfit for you now?"

"Neither," he grinned. "I want YOU to model it for me."

"I'd love to," I huskily replied "But not here and now. Maybe after dinner. Let's say, back at your hotel room?"

"I know this great and very elegant restaurant," he said. "It's not too far from here. Maybe 15 minutes by taxi. The waiters are all very handsome and dressed elegantly in tuxedoes. They make up your salad fresh right at the table. The main courses are all the finest cuisine, and the dessert cart has some of the smoothest, creamiest pastries in the world. A jazz band plays romantic and seductive music as you dine. After dinner we can dance the night away. I already made a reservation this morning for us, for 7:00, so we'd better hurry now."

"Sounds divine," I agreed. "Let's go,"

We snuggled and kissed in the taxi much like a pair of young lovers except the box kept us in check, modest check.
The restaurant was indeed enchanting, so I asked Joe to order for me. The wine that complimented the dinner was sweeter then I had ever tasted and the music was stirring my mood to overdrive and very receptive to any new suggestions Joe may make. I had nearly threw convention out and made several hints at wanting to quicken our adventure in his hotel room with a turn of my head, where my hair fell into my eyes but he could see the right now I want you look I gave him while licking my lips and seductively nibbled on a chocolate strawberry. I was on fire and Joe was looking better and better as the seconds ticked by.

Joe

Over dinner, Angelique and I were flirting outrageously. I'm amazed we managed to restrain ourselves from sinking under the table and licking, sucking, and fucking each other senseless right then and there!

When she told me how much she was enjoying her light white wine, I told her that I was thirsty to taste a certain exquisite liquid tonight myself. She told me quite bluntly that she wanted to suck down the juice from my banana tonight. Her comment was funny, but also charming and sexy. She picked up a chocolate-covered strawberry and nibbled on it very seductively, while running her stockinged foot up and down my leg under the table. She said she wanted to nibble on more than just strawberries tonight, and I told her so did I. I closed my eyes, savoring the strawberry and chocolate that she offered to my mouth, as I pictured her sucking and nibbling at my achingly-horny balls while I sucked her clit through one thrashing, moaning orgasm after another after another. God, I just couldn't WAIT!

I noticed that when Angelique wasn't gazing longingly and soulfully into my eyes, or trying to gain x-ray vision through my zipper, she kept looking at the empty chair beside us, on which I had set the box containing my lingerie purchase.

"I can't wait for you to model that teddy for me," I whispered, smiling.

"Let's get out of here now," she licked her lips, "so I can model it for you. And so you can take it off of me again."

"Yeah," I grinned, "I'll bet that teddy will look great on you. And even better when I take it OFF you and drop it on my hotel-room floor!"

On the taxi ride back to my hotel, I could barely restrain my enthusiasm. Angelique didn't help my anxious horniness much, either, kissing my lips, neck, and ear as she rested her hand in my crotch and gently squeezed. I slid my hand under her skirt, massaging her creamy smooth thighs and letting the very tips of my fingers tease the edges of her pussy lips, until she was practically hitting the ceiling of the cab with her desires. My fingers were already drenched with her creamy, lustful desires, and I hadn't even explored INSIDE of her juicy slit yet!

At my hotel, I handed the big Victoria's Secret box to Angelique, and she disappeared into my bathroom to get ready to dazzle me. I stripped down to a black fishnet man's G-string, put a dab of cologne on my chest, a dab behind each ear, and a dab between my navel and my crotch. I was so ready, so anxious now, my eyes riveted on the bathroom door, waiting for it to open and show me a vision of heaven in red lace.

I took the box from his hands and smiled as seductivly as possible. I wondered if he was familiar with fashion shows but opted to do one better... I started humming a song from a movie I saw while in Anaheim.

I quickly slipped into the teddie, stockings, and gloves. Brushed my hair to cover one eye slightly and put on the deepest red lipstick that I owned and slowly stepped out of the bathroom.

"You had plenty of money back in 23.....You fell on some hard times, plain to see.... so now you are walking from door to door... you can't be hiding from me no more...." I slipped the leg from the bathroom and sultered over towards the bed. "Why don't you do right.... like some other men do......" blowing a kiss softly and turning to rub against the door frame... "Get out of here ... get me some money too...." I was crawling across the bed and licking my lips. Forget the song I glanced over his body... "Get over here and bring your loving too...." I slipped off the bed and slowly undid the stockings from the garters. I wasn't sure if I was doing a fair strip tease or anything but God he looked HOT

I wasn't wearing anything under the teddie and my breasts were aching for his touch. I rubbed against myself in heavy anticipation of what he would do first.

Joe wasted no time in removing the stockings from my legs and the way that he was stroking the netting down my leg was setting me on fire. Then he kissed along my skin as he removed each of the gloves. I was hot, wet, and extremely hornier by the time he kissed my lips. My hands were all over his chest and sides. I rubbed against his crotch with the satiny lace and moaned as I felt that rock hardness in his g-string. Being tempted by such a feeling, I crouched down to my knees and slowly undid the g-string. My eyes flashed with lust as his cock twitched boldly as it sprung out to greet me.

"mmmmmm, very delightful..." I murrmered as I leaned forward and took his cock into my lips and starting licking along the length from cap to base then back upwards until I had completely encircled his whole cock.

Joe's hand rested on my head as a moan escaped his lips. His other hand was rolling a nipple and occasionally tweaking it. Finally a groan and he had pulled me up to face him and manuveer us both up on the bed. He lied me flat on the bed and while kneeling over me, slowly licked down to my thighs and started kissing. I opened my legs for him to go further into the valley and find the treasure that awaited him.

The teddie slipped off my body and fell to the floor and his lips began kissing the soft tangles of red pubic hair. Having never been treated to such kisses and tenderness, I jerked and drenched myself with juices. "so tasty.... sweet Angelique" Joe moaned between hearty licks before thrusting his tongue into the nether lips and drinking daughts of my streams of juice.

I began to buck to his face as he continued his cuntal feast. I felt like I wanted him to stay there and feast all night. I was moaning feverishly out his name..... "...oooo, yes... Joe.. Joe"

Joe

After I handed Angelique the box of sexy Victoria's Secret lingerie that I had bought just for her, she slipped into the bathroom to change, as I stripped down to just a black mesh G-string. The mesh was spaced wide apart, so my cock would be very visible as it hardened.

After a very long time in the bathroom, Angelique finally stuck just a leg, in her red fishnet stockings, out of the bathroom door. The shapeliest, sexiest leg I had ever seen. She kicked and wiggled that leg like a can-can dancer, enticing me into achingly-hard horniness.

I could hardly believe that this lovely, luscious, very sexy, very hot woman was about to make love with me now, when we had met for the first time less than 24 hours earlier. But that didn't seem weird to me at all. I felt like we had already known each other for a lifteime. Making love with her felt so right, felt so natural. NOT making love now is what would have seemed WEIRD!

Then she swayed and sashayed her way across my hotel room, toward the bed, while singing huskily, seductively: "Why don't you do right.... like some other men do......"

She climbed up on the bed, and crawled toward me on her hands and knees, swinging and shaking her lovely, luscious ass as she moved. Just as she came close enough for me to touch her, and I reached my arms out to her, aching to hold her, to love her, she sprung from the bed and stood at my bedside, just out of my reach. She then slowly, teasingly, unhooked her red fishnet stockings from her red garters. A porofessional could not have done a better, or more exciting, strip-tease than Angelique was doing for me now.

In my deepest, most masculine, most enticing voice, I sang, "You give me fever, when you touch me, fever when you hold me tight. Fever! In the morning. Fever all through the night. You give me fever!" She stripped in rhythm to my singing, and my rich baritone voice seemed to have the desired effect of increasing her horniness as she stripped for me.

The whole time she was stripping for me, Angelique's gaze was riveted on my black mesh G-string, through which my hard cock flesh was quite visible. She silently mouthed the word HOT, and her breathlesness told me she really meant it: the sight of my cock through my barely-there G-string seemed to really being turning her on, and I couldn't have been happier about her reaction.

I slid sideways across the bed, so I could reach out and touch her now. I slowly, teasingly rolled her red fishnet stockings down her sexy legs, taking care to stroke every inch of her amazingly long, very smooth, tanned legs. My touch on her legs was making her breathe erratically in her growing excitement.

Her very sexy red lace fingerless gloves were next. As I rolled first one glove and then the other down her arms, I kisssed her elbows, forearms, hands, and fingers. She let me, or actually encouraged me to, suck her fingers one at a time.

Watching me suck her fingers, Angelique got the horniest look deep in her bright green eyes now. "My turn to suck something," she whispered throatily, eagerly, while grinning widely. She eagerly rubbed her hands all over my chest, down my sides, and finally to my G-string. Her soft, gentle touch against my G-string made my cock twitch and pulse, and my cock-head insistently poked its way above the waist-band of my tiny black G-string now.

"Mmmmmm, very delightful..." she cooed, tugging my G-string down my legs in one swift, cat-like motion.

Angelique climbed up on the bed on her knees now, facing me. She leaned forward, took my cock into her very red lips, and started licking along the length, from cock-head to balls, then back upwards, until she had completely encircled my whole cock in her warm, luscious red lips.

I had deliberately placed a dab of my cologne just below my navel, so her nose would have something to enjoy, if and when she decided to go down on me. That had proved a wise move on my part. As she began to suck on my cock, she swooned, "Mmmm, your cololgne smells SO good, Joe." I think the scent of my cologne on my belly, just above my cock-head, was making her mouth even randier for my cock now.

With one hand, I held her head close to my crotch and I lovingly stroked her beautiful fiery-red hair. My other hand rubbed, pinched, tweaked, and teased her very big, very hard reddish-brown nipples. She was panting, gasping for air. I could actually HEAR her pussy smacking with lusty desire. I looked down, and through the crotchless slit at the base of her red teddy, I could see that her OWN slit was wide open and literally glistening with her dew. I just HAD to have a taste now.

So now I gently eased Angelique down onto her back on the bed. I slowly kissed my way down her amazingly curvy and sexy body, savoring every taste, every feel of her very feminine flesh against my mouth. When I reachd her smooth, soft, creamy thighs, I alternated licks and kisses, until she was squirming beneath me and moaning loudly. She slowly opened her legs apart, until I could see all of the spectacular beauty of her wide-open, very moist pussy, right through the crotch-hole of her red teddy.

I took several moments to simply enjoy the unrivaled beauty of her naked pussy. Nature had clearly outdone herself when she designed Angelique's spectacularly beautiful pussy. And then I placed a finger against the entrance to paradise. She took a sharp intake of breath, and her gorgeous pussy opened up even wider to me. I gently slid my finger in, and began my slow exploration of her moist inner walls, her clit, her G-spot.

I teased her even more now, withdrawing my finger and taking the time to remove her red lace teddy. Growing impatient now, wanting and needing me to eat her out, Anglique's delicate fingers helped me remove her teddy, and she hurriedly, eagerly tossed it on the hotel-room floor.

"I was right," I grinned. "That teddy looked great on you...but it looks even BETTER now that it's off of you and on the floor."

"Shut up and kiss me!" she moaned. I kissed her very red mouth, smearing her lipstick all over her face and mine.

"Not THERE!" she whined, thrashing around on the bed beneath me. "Kiss me LOWER! LOWER!"

I kissed her big, round breasts next, and I sucked on her very hard nipples.

"No there either!" she moaned. "Lower, much LOWER!" She placed both of her hands on her pussy, and she began rubbing her pussy lips and her throbbing clit very hard. "Kiss me HERE!" she groaned.

Enough teasing. She needed me to taste her now, every bit as much as I needed and wanted to taste her. So I finally leaned down between her smooth, creamy thighs, and I took a long, slow lick at her wide-open and dripping-wet pussy lips now. My tongue curled-up and slid into her, licking at her G-spot, then slowly withdrawing to also lick at her hard, throbbing, pulsating, quivering clit.

Panting heavily, her soft moans grew louder, then dissolved into a high-pitched scream, as she let fly her pussy juices, all over my kissing lips and swirling tongue. I have never savored any flavor as much as I was now enjoying the taste of her rapidly-flowing lust juices. She was bucking and slamming hard up into my face, shaking and trembling, as she came and came and came. I was enjoying this more than mere words can ever describe.

"...oooo, yes... Joe.. Joe!" she half-moaned, half-screamed, thoroughly soaking my face with her endless bursts of warm, delicious pussy juices.

"I want you, Joe," Angelique moaned. "I need you!" She wrapped both of her hands around my very thick, very hard cock, and she guided me to her very juicy opening. Even when just my cock-head was in her, I felt like I was already in heaven. But then she squeezed her pussy muscles very tight, drawing my shaft steadily downward into her. I was beyond heaven, beyond paradise, beyond nirvana now, as I eased my throbbing, pulsating hard-on way down deep into her very wet love tunnel.

"I love you, Angelique!" I declared, as her squeezing, contracting pussy muscles drew my horniness deeper and deeper down into her moist folds. I wrapped my strong, hairy arms around her back, and I kissed her lovely bare breasts, as I eased myself in and out of her now. She wrapped her sexy legs around me, frantically rubbing her bare feet all over my ass.

"I love YOU, Joe!" she shrieked in delight, as her contracting pussy muscles pulled me down deeper and deeper and deeper into her now. "I LOVE you. FUCK me, Joe!"

"I love you. I WANT to fuck you. I NEED to fuck you, Angelique!"

"Oh yes! Mmmm, yes!" she moaned loudly. "Yes, yes, YES! FUCK me, Joe! Fuck me like there's no TOMORROW! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me! Oh God yes, FUCK me!"

"I want you, Joe.." I moaned huskily. "I need you!" The flames of need flared higher and higher, so without any stalling I reached out for his cock. I badly wanted every inch of that pulsating meat filling me and then some. I had learned from two years of belly dancing that flexing the muscles of the thigh and in my pussy. I could draw my partner in what would seem like feathery tugs - until within the walls of my cunt where I wanted Joe BADLY. Deliberatly grinding his cock to my gate of heaven devouring hungrily as he entered in, then welcoming every inch.

"I love you, Angelique!" he encompassed me in his arms and began kissing my breasts. The thrills that went thur me, I wrapped my legs around him, rubbing my feet against his smooth ass.

"I love YOU, Joe!" Taking him deeper and moaning hotly. "I LOVE you, FUCK me, JOE!"

"I love you. I WANT to fuck you. I NEED to fuck you, Angelique!"

"Oh yes! Mmmm, yes!" I moaned loudly. "Yes, yes, YES! FUCK me, Joe! Fuck me like there's no TOMORROW! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me! Oh God yes, FUCK me!" I clamped tighter as my orgasms begin to build getting hotter and hotter. Bucking madly against Joe, taking and giving with equal fevour. Crying out in bliss, thrusting my body to engorge his cock. A strange peircing broke our savage passion. I let out a shreik. "YES!!!!!!!"

Joe was driven like a wild stallion as he continued to thrusting deeply into my quivering pussy. He surpassed every experience I had prior and shamelessly I felt heavenlyhit something wonderful happened. Joe's throbbing cock stabbed into the cervix and passed thur to the womb. I went insane by gyrating and grinding harder to his waist. During the night I bit, clawed, and sucked on his chest nipples before latching onto his neck leaving a first hickie while spasming into a sweet orgasm that brought us both into an extasy of flight. Light and feathery and able to soar like the great eagles upwards into the clouds.

"God, I'm in HEAVEN!" I groaned as my body still stroked his cock that was buried in my flooded cunt.

Joe

I had started out slowly easing my way in and out of Angelique's soft, warm, tight, moist pussy. I wanted to make love to her slowly, for hours, building our passion, letting our love and lust heat up slowly and then last all night long. But she was already on fire with passion and desire, and my slow thrusting was not enough for her. Not nearly enough.

She began pushing her hips and thighs against me harder and harder, faster and faster, her passion building and building inside of her, until she was completely out of control. Every time she rolled her belly and her pussy, undulating lustily, she pulled even more of my cock down into her. I had never seen such passion from a woman in my life, and watching her, listening to her, feeling her, I felt such a glow of love for her inside of me now.

She pushed so very hard against me as she shriekd a very loud "YES!!!!!!!" right in my ear. My ears were ringing from her shriek, so I'm not entirely sure what she said to me in the two or three minutes after that. But she didn't really need words, anyway. Her body was doing all the communicating that either of us needed now. She pushed and slammed her soft, smooth, silky thighs harder and faster against me, desperate to pull me down deeper and deeper into her.

I felt my big, round, bulbous cock-head break through a wall, and I realized I had penetrated past her cervix, and was actually inside her womb now! God, that was the most incredibly wonderful, intimate, passionate, intense, and loving thing I had ever felt with a woman! I worried, though, that puncturing past her cervix might be painful for her.

"Are you kidding?" she laughed. "This is the most wonderful, intensely pleasurable thing I have EVER felt!" Then she moaned. "Give me MORE! Give me MUCH more of this!"

I could now pump my sperm directly into her womb, directly against her eggs. It was so very intimate and exciting. My cock seemed to get even bigger and harder now, and it was pulsating like mad as it excitedly thrust in and out of her pussy, pushing past her cervix on each thrust. I pushed myself upward, to fuck her higher, so I would rub very hard against her clit and her G-spot on each rapid, frantic thrust. God this was so INTENSE!

She grabbed both sides of my head, pressed her mouth tight up against my ear, and she screamed "YES!" right in my ear again, even louder than the first time. Once I was all the way in her, pulsating inside her womb, she clamped down on my cock so tight that I could no longer move, no longer throb, no longer thrust. "YES!" we both screamed now.

She started to moan and thrash on the bed. "I'm...gonna..." she was bretahing heavily, loudly now. "I'm...gonna..."

Then she shrieked in my ear one last time: "COME! I'm gonna COME!" Which she did. Frantically, powerfully, repeatedly. Feeling her blasting and oozing her liquid passion all over my cock, I desperately, urgently needed to come. But she was clamped down so tight around me, I didn't think I even COULD come right then. As if reading my mind, she gently released her death-grip from around my cock. Not enough for me to withdraw and thrust again, but just enough for my entire shaft to pulse and flare outward, so very deep down inside of her. My throbbing was followed almost immediately by a rush of come up from my balls, through my shaft, and out the head, to pump past her cervix and deeply, directly into her womb.

God, this was the most intense, most powerful, most wonderfully loving orgasm of my entire life, being as it was much deeper than I had ever penetrated inside of a woman before. And I couldn't stop coming. I was panting loudly and heavily, completely out of breath. Every time I would think I had caught my breath, my cock would pulse and throb so very deep inside of her again, and I would let fly yet another powerful orgasmic blast of my come deep inside of her. I was out of control, I just couldn't stop coming. And, lucky me, neither could she! I had never been able to have more than 3 orgasms in one night with any woman. Yet here I was with Angelique, and I simply stopped counting after my seventh orgasm so very deep inside of her.

That's when I realized, and told her, that I love her. I love her completely, she is now so much a part of me and I a part of her, we are part of each other's soul. And I never wanted this moment to end, I do not want to live even one more moment of my life without her, starting here and now, and until forever, until the end of eternity.

She told me that she felt exactly the same way, and her words made me so ecstatically happy, that I came yet again. Her pussy clamped down even tighter now, and she shook from head to toe as she thoroughly soaked my cock yet again with her pussy juices, crying out, "I love you, Joe!" Those were the four best damned words I ever heard in my life, and I came yet again, shouting, "I love you, Angelique!"

We flew into the very jaws of euphoria and survived unscathed. It was heaven from the start. Could this truly mean the tales of star-crossed lovers were true. Total strangers brought together by a plane trip to Chicago. I should thank that Jack guy for being so lacking that the man of my dreams had to come here at the time a new store was opening. Bliss was ever so tranquil and as we lied spent in each other's arms we realized that life without the other would be pure torture and Hell.

I kissed his lips and nuzzled into his new erection. I felt that it was impossible not to have him in me when we were together. We prefectly completed one another, which was another asset on both of our lives.

"Joe, where are you from? Where do you call home?" I asked between kisses. Being a buyer, I had a small place. I was on a month to month lease with a broker. I needed to know that he had somewhere that was home. "Do you travel alot or just when someone needs to be advised or fired?" I wanted to learn more about his life, I needed to know. I had no intention of ever letting go of true happiness.

Joe

Two days ago, I didn't even know that such a spectacular woman as Angelique even existed, stupid me. Now here we were, resting in each other's arms after coming literally for hours, and now declaring our undying love for each other. Angelique put it perfectly: "life without each other would be pure torture and Hell."

"Could this truly mean the tales of star-crossed lovers were true," she asked. "Total strangers brought together by a plane trip to Chicago."

Yes, Angelique, believe it. You are the woman of my dreams. No, that's not quite accurate. Thed truth is, I never even dared dream I would ever find someone as amazing as you. And to have you tell me that I am the man of YOUR dreams! No, you are much, MUCH better than any dream I have ever had, that I could ever have dared to dream.

"Joe, where are you from? Where do you call home?" she asked between kisses. And what kisses they were. Soft, sweet, gentle, loving kisses. Alternating with hot, lusty, passionately fiery kisses. I would take any kind of kisses she cared to give me, and return even more and even better than she gave me.

"I live near San Jose, California," I replied. "I work at corporate headquarters in San Jose, as Worlwide Sales Manager for a computer software company. I mostly coordinate sales from my office, by phone, fax, and email. But I do have to travel sometimes. Like this trip to Chicago. I usually dread traveling, because it is almost always to do something unpleasant, like firing Jack."

She told me we should both thank Jack for bringing us together. "Good idea," I grinned, reaching over to the motel-room nightstand to dial up Jack right then and there.

Jack asked me what I was doing. He sounded a little bit drunk. He had probably been drinking to ease the pain of my having fired him. I think he was about to ask me to meet him soemewhere and join him for a drink, to ease his pain about having just been fired, and to pick my brains for ideas abnout what he could do next. But we had already had that conversation when I fired him, and I didn't really want to repeat it. But he just kept asking me what I was doing, he wouldn't let it go.

"Right now?" I asked, and he said yes. "Right now, I'm lying naked in bed, my arms holding the most spectacularly beautiful naked woman on earth."

Angelique gently grabbed the phone out of my hands. "Hello, Jack," she giggled in that delightfully merry laugh of hers. "I just wanted to call and thank you. If it weren't for you, Joe would never have flown to Chicago, and I would never have met and fallen in love with the most amazing man I've ever met in my life."

Her loving words about me made my love for her even stronger now. I slid down the bed and lovingly kissed her sweet naked pussy. That's when inspiration hit me. I deliberately slurped as loudly as I could against her pussy. Loud enough for Jack to hear it over the phone.

Angelique set the phone on speaker, so we could both hear Jack.

"Joe, you lucky son of a bitch!" Jack laughed as I slurped my tongue all over Angelique's amazing juicy slit.

"I need to suck your cock, Joe!" Angelique laughed merrily again. "Right NOW!" Her lips opened wide, and she took in all of me, in one swift, powerful, hungry gulp. I responded by sucking her clit up past my lips, and now we were both moaning, our arms and legs wrapped around each other in a very tight 69.

"You are both such lucky sons-of-bitches," Jack moaned.

"Are you playing with yourself, Jack?" Angelique giggled.

"Yeah, I am," Jack admitted sheepishly.

"Let us hear you make yourself come," Angelique moaned. She was really getting into this now, real sex with me and phone sex with Jack at the same time.

"Hold on," Jack groaned. "If I'm going to come, I want my fiance to share in this." We heard the distinctive beeping of Jack pushing touch-tone buttons on his phone, and soon his fiance, Sally, was on the line with all 3 of us.

"I've been thinking about you, honey," Jack said.

"I've been thinking about you, too, Jack," Sally replied.

"So what are you wearing?" I could almost see Jack griining as he asked.

"A black garter belt and black fishnet stockings," Sally replied, then quickly added, "and NOTHING else! What about you? What are YOU wearing, Jack?"

"Nothing but a smile!" Jack laughed.

"My hand is in my pussy right now, Jack," Sally said. "God, how I wish it was your big, beautiful, hard COCK in me right now. I miss you so much, Jack. I want, I need, your HARD cock!" she groaned, panting heavily.

"I have Joe and his girlfriend Angelique on the phone," Jack continued. "Can they join us now, honey?"

"Mmmm, I'd like that!" Sally agreed.

"Come here, Joe baby," Angelique grinned. "All this talk of cock is making my mouth VERY hungry!"

"YEAH!" Sally cheered. "You SUCK Joe's cock, girlfriend!" Much to my delight, Angelique dutifully and loudly complied.

Trying to contribute something to this four-way phone conversation, I remembered that Angelique and I had been discussing how much I travel, and I began discussing that. It was hard to focus, though, with Angelique's luscious red lips wrapped around my throbbing cock and sucking loudly, eagerly, as Jack and Sally listened and loudly played with themselves.

"From now on, though, the only traveling I want to do is to see you, Angelique. To fly into your loving arms."

"Take her on trips WITH you," Jack suggested.

"Well, there is a software sales convention coming up in Paris."

"Paris?" Angelique moaned, sucking even more loudly and powerfully. "I have to go there to look at latest lingerie fashions for next sumer. We SHOULD fly together to the most romantic city on earth."

"You're right, Angelique!" I replied. "If I had to be in the most romantic city on earth without you, I think I would just DIE!"

"Mmmm!" Angelique moaned. "Just imagine, baby. Me sucking your left nut on the Left Bank!"

I closed my eyes and pictured Angelique and me, and I described the images I was picturing, of us making love atop the Eifel Tower, under the Arc de Triomphe, in a secluded corner of the Louvre art musueum, amid the pews of Notre Dame, under a table at a sidewalk cafe. As I described each sexy Paris adventure, Angelique's cock-sucking grew ever more eager, until I finally couldn't stand it anymore. "I have to come!" I moaned.

"Yes!" Sally enthused. "Yes, YES! You COME down her throat, Joe!" Which I did, right then and there. Angelique licked, sucked, and moaned, obviously enjoying tasting my come every bit as much as I was enjoying feeding it to her. I could hear Sally moaning over the phone, and then she cried out, "I'm COMING!"

"So am I!" Jack moaned.

Hearing them both come over the phone, I eagerly dove for Angelique's gorgeous, hot, naked pussy again. Three slow, well-directed licks later, she shook and squirmed, and she literally drenched my face in a flood of her pussy juices.

"God!" Angelique moaned. "that was SO intense!" Then after a pause, she said, "Thank you, Jack!"

Angelique then turned to me. "We owe Jack SO much! You have GOT to find him another job!"

"I will," I agreed.

We said goodbye to Jack and Sally now, and hung up the phone. We didn't even bother to clean all the come off our bodies. We just lay in each other's arms, enagaging in pillow talk as we held each other in a half-sleep. I told her about how I grew up with two brothers, both of whom dropped out of high school and have struggled all their lives to make ends meet, while I went to college to study computer programming, and I have always been the ambitious and successful one in the family. About how I had risen from just another computer programmer, to being worldwide sales manager for the 7th largest software company in the world.

I told her how Jack and I closed the biggest sale in company history, by taking these four nerdy Chicago programmers from a client company, to see the most amazing strip show. Hell, these guys with their thick black taped-together glasses would have been happy to see 300-pound, 80-year-old women naked, so taking them to see such beautiful and classy women definitely made us the sale. I told her how even those stunning women couldn't hold a candle to how beautiful and sexy she is, and she thanked me for that compliment with another kiss.

I told her how after that success, the distraction of Sally had made Jack neglect his sales for several quarters now, causing me to have to fire her.

"Hearing her on the phone," Angelique grinned. "I can see why Sally is such a distraction to Jack. She is such a sexual woman, and I could tell that he worries constantly about losing her, even though I think she loves him way too much to ever leave him. Just as I love you way too much to ever leave YOU, Joe," she kissed me yet again. "Jack should marry the girl, and then worrying about their relationship would be less of a distraction, and he could focus on his job."

I was startled now to hear Jack's voice. "Joe," Jack said, "You hung up the phone, but you forgot to take it off the speaker phone, so we never disconnected. Sally and I can still hear every word you're saying."

"So," Angelique shouted, "Why the hell DON'T you ask Sally to marry you?"

"Dammed good idea!" Jack laughed drunkenly. "Sally, will you...?"

"YES!" Sally shrieked excitedly.

"But how can I get married, when I have no job!" Jack groaned. The alocohol was obviously taking him on an emotional roller-coaster ride now, from ecstasy to deep depression and back again.

"Yes you do!" I replied. "I just decided to hire you personally, to head up our Paris office."

"But we don't have a Paris office, Joe!"

"We will. Once you set up that office for me. I don't have to ask or consult with anyone else to hire a manager for a new sales office. You'll be reporting directly to me."

"And you and Sally can attend our wedding in Paris," Angelique gushed.

"And you two can attend Sally's and my Paris wedding, too!" Jack shouted excitedly. "Oh, thanks Joe!"

"All this news has me SO excited!" Sally shouted.

"Oh? HOW excited?" Jack whispered sexily, seductively.

"Three fingers up my pussy excited!" Sally laughed.

"Both hands around my cock excited!" Jack replied.

Angelique and I locked into a 69 again, her on top this time, as we listened to Sally and Jack make themselves come, and they listened to both of us come.

"See you all in Paris!" Jack laughed as he hung up.

"So," I turned to Angelique. "Tell me all about yourself. About your childhood. About how you came to be a buyer for Victoria's Secret. I want to know EVERYTHING about you. I mean, besides the fact that you are an insatiable nympho," I laughed. "Come to think of it, I want to know that, too. I want you to tell me just how you came to BE such a wonderful and delightful nympho!"

I was tickled to tell Jack that he was at fault for me finding heaven. "Hello, Jack," I giggled. "I just wanted to call and thank you. If it weren't for you, Joe would never have flown to Chicago, and I would never have met and fallen in love with the most amazing man I've ever met in my life."

Then Joe decided that he just had to eat me. I was instantly wet.
And the fact that we had a four way talk and orgy made my realtionship with Joe more heavenly. Then something wonderful got said.....

"Well, there is a software sales convention coming up in Paris."

"Paris?" Angelique moaned, sucking even more loudly and powerfully. "I have to go there to look at latest lingerie fashions for next sumer. We SHOULD fly together to the most romantic city on earth."

"You're right, Angelique!" I replied. "If I had to be in the most romantic city on earth without you, I think I would just DIE!"

"Mmmm!" Angelique moaned. "Just imagine, baby. Me sucking your left nut on the Left Bank!"

I closed my eyes and pictured Angelique and me, and I described the images I was picturing, of us making love atop the Eifel Tower, under the Arc de Triomphe, in a secluded corner of the Louvre art musueum, amid the pews of Notre Dame, under a table at a sidewalk cafe. As I described each sexy Paris adventure, Angelique's cock-sucking grew ever more eager, until I finally couldn't stand it anymore. "I have to come!" I moaned.

I greedily sucked and swallowed Joe's cum, even let it sit on my tongue to add to my euphoria. But Joe didn't wait very long before driving me to heaven once more. I exploaded and squirted my own dose into his mouth when moans and cries of extasy. "God! that was SO intense!" Then after a pause, I said, "Thank you, Jack!"

I was turning to him. "We owe Jack SO much! You have GOT to find him another job!"

His promise satified me and we talked for a bit as Joe explained his job and friendship with Jack. When Jack's voice came over the speaker it was scary since both he and Sally knew everything. I was pleased that Sally was a practical girl and loved Jack despite of his circumstances.

"So," Angelique shouted, "Why the hell DON'T you ask Sally to marry you?"

"Dammed good idea!" Jack laughed drunkenly. "Sally, will you...?"

"YES!" Sally shrieked excitedly.

"But how can I get married, when I have no job!" Jack groaned. The alocohol was obviously taking him on an emotional roller-coaster ride now, from ecstasy to deep depression and back again.

"Yes you do!" I replied. "I just decided to hire you personally, to head up our Paris office."

"But we don't have a Paris office, Joe!"

"We will. Once you set up that office for me. I don't have to ask or consult with anyone else to hire a manager for a new sales office. You'll be reporting directly to me."

"And you and Sally can attend our wedding in Paris," Angelique gushed.

"And you two can attend Sally's and my Paris wedding, too!" Jack shouted excitedly. "Oh, thanks Joe!"

"All this news has me SO excited!" Sally shouted.

"Oh? HOW excited?" Jack whispered sexily, seductively.

"Three fingers up my pussy excited!" Sally laughed.

"Both hands around my cock excited!" Jack replied.

Yet Joe beamed with the prefect solution. Jack could run the Paris office. His business mind never really resting, I like that. In so many ways we are prefect for one another because we are so alike. Then dove into one another for a devine orgasm that was shared by Jack and Sally.

"See you all in Paris!" Jack laughed

We had made sure the phone was hung up this time. Joe turned off the speaker phone. Then he asked more about me and my small nitch in life but most of all I was looking forward to the greatest day of my life. I was getting married in PARIS!

" So," I turned to Angelique. "Tell me all about yourself. About your childhood. About how you came to be a buyer for Victoria's Secret. I want to know EVERYTHING about you. I mean, besides the fact that you are an insatiable nympho," I laughed. "Come to think of it, I want to know that, too. I want you to tell me just how you came to BE such a wonderful and delightful nympho!"

"weell, I really came from a small town in Ilinois, and don't laugh. Cave in Rock... it's near the Mississippi river and a ferry runs from Illinois to Kentucky. I lived there until my Father passed away and mother returned to Seattle, Washington. She lived there most of her life and college. I never had any brothers or sisters but I collected friends thur out school and college. I was into designing clothing, clothing for all women. I knew people that couldn't fit in the petite sizes that places like Penneys and Sears offered so I was determined to fit the full-sized woman. At a fashion show in Tacoma, I was approached by Margette Pennoe. She is one of the heads of Victoria Secrets board of trustees. She liked my work and most of all liked my spunk. After a few years I stopped designing and took on a new position as buyer. I love it, since I see everything firsthand and can make decisions on orders for the stores. You wouldn't believe the letters that we received from women that have the chance to wear something erotic that fits them comfortably. I've seen some try to pour themselves into outfits too small and tight, just to feel sexy. Now on the subject of nympho... I don't know. I never had a really great intimate relationship with anyone. It's just that being in your arms makes me want to devour you. To be in your arms forever sounds like my kind of heaven. So my dear sexy soon-to-be husband, that is your fault that I have become such an exotic nympho. Cause I never felt this way before. And you can be damned sure that I will never be complaining on that note either." Kissing his lips gently and snuggling closer to the man that was bringing my whole world in check.

Joe

Although she told me not to, I couldn't help but laugh at the name of Angelique's home town, Cave in Rock. "I love getting my rocks off in YOUR cave!" I joked.

"And I love feeling you, all rock hard, deep in my cave!" she agreed.

I grew silent for a moment. "I laughed not so much at the name of your home town, but at the coincidence."

She looked at me quizzically. "Don't tell me you're from Cave in Rock, too?"

"No," I laughed. "But my original home town has a sexual name, too. Virginville, Pennsylvania. The nearest shopping center was two towns away, in Intercourse. And it always seemed right and proper to me, the natural order of things in the universe, that when you left Virginville, you had to drive through Pussytown before you got to Intercourse!"

"Do you like going through Pussytown to get to Intercourse?" Angelique joked.

In silent reply, I leaned down between her creamy, silky-smooth thighs, and I eagerly slurped away at her hot, wet pussy several more times. "Mmmm!" I cooed, as she thoroughly smeared my face with a series of her lovely, tasty orgasms. "I just love visiting Pussytown."

Angelique eagerly spread her legs wide open for me now, and she lovingly encircling her hand around my cock. She told me it was time I did a little shopping around, in Intercourse. I told her I would just love to put my rock in her cave now.

She encircled her arms around me and drew me near. "See," I laughed. "I told you that you're an insatiable nymphomamiac. And I love you all the more for that."

"Now on the subject of nympho..." she replied. "I don't know. I never had a really great intimate relationship with anyone. It's just that being in your arms makes me want to devour you. To be in your arms forever sounds like my kind of heaven. So my dear sexy soon-to-be husband, that is your fault that I have become such an exotic nympho. Cause I never felt this way before. And you can be damned sure that I will never be complaining on that note either."

We then kissed each others lips gently, and she snuggled closer to me, or as she put it, "closer to the man who is bringing my whole world in check." I no longer had to ponder the question of the ages, whether there is a paradise. I had definitely found paradise, nirvana, utopia, here in my soon-to-be-wife Angelique's arms. And I knew, oh yes I definitely knew now, that I was destined to stay in her loving arms forever, not just in this liftetime, but throughout the eons.

And I had never been happier about any realization before in my whole life, than I was to know that I had found eternal love and unquenchable desire in the arms of my beautiful sweetheart, now and forever.

We shared another sweat filled explosive erotic session of sex. I was deeply in love with Joe.

I gathered my wits and eased Joe back into my throbbing needing pussy.

"oh please do put that rock in this cave, Joe" I smiled.

I drove myself to take Joe deeply. I deftly moved to bring myself into his sexual dance. It was wonderful and exhausting, I slept contently in his arms.

Joe

The beautiful and sexy woman I love and I drifted off to sleep in each other's arms now, exhausted from way too much sex, but ecstatically happy from the same cause. Just before we both fell asleep, I cracked one last joke. "When the guys in the office ask me if we've SLEPT together yet, I can truthfully say yes now."

And then my eyes closed. I fell into a deep, peaceful, tranquil, and contented sleep, dreaming dreams of love and desire, dreams already fulfilled with my sweet, beloved, and precious Angelique. Even in my sleep, I sensed the radiantly beautiful nakedness of Angelique, my bride-to-be, at my side. Her presence at my side, in my life, in my bed, was so comforting, so reassuring, and filled me with such an inner glow, with such an unrelenting joy. I have never been happier in my whole life.

Good night, love of my life, my darling, my precious. Sleep well, and sweet dreams. I shall awaken you in the morning with a kiss, and with so many more signs of my love and affection for you, of my lust and desire for you.

I chuckled at his joke. "And I can say you buttered me up with love when you install that software to the cash registers at the store."

Snuggling closer to his body and falling contently to sleep. During the night I dreamt of our wedding and honeymoon in Paris. Sweet and romantical with hours of hot sex to fill our early morning hours. Somewhere in the course of my dream I was kissing his lips and muttering, "i do.."

Joe kissed me in the morning and I looked at him with a shy smile as my hair drifted over one eye. "sweet dreams, Angelique. Dreaming about our wedding prehaps? "

"Yes, I did." blushing as I looked into his eyes. Then something caught my eye. It was the glow from Joe's watch and my eyes caught the time. I flinched slightly, "I'm late for work..." I giggled as I run a finger over his erect staff, "but I can, grab a bite and some milk first."

Joe

As a sales manager, I haved had to develop a certain instinct about people. From the moment my eyes first locked with Angelique's on our flight to Chicago, my instincts had told me that she was one very special lady. The one in a million that I would not, could not let get away from me.

She even laughed at my jokes, and made jokes back at me. She chuckled at my pun about us SLEEPING together. When she joked "I can say you buttered me up with love" to sell software to her, I simply closed my eyes and remembered how quickly that stick of butter I had fucked her with, had melted inside the heat of her pussy!

Now we had spent all night making love over and over again, with only brief rests in between. She had awakened me this morning, still half asleep herself, giving me lots of seriously passionate kisses while repeatedly moaning "I do!"

I kissed Angelique in the morning, and she looked over at me, with a shy smile, a lustful gleam in her eye, and she brushed her long, silky, lustrous hair back out of her eyes.

"Sweet dreams, Angelique," I smiled back at her. "Dreaming about our wedding perhaps? "

"Yes, I did," she blushed as she gazed longingly, lovingly into my eyes. I saw her looking at my watch on the nightstand. "I'm late for work..." she giggled as she slowly, seductively ran a finger over my erect staff, "but I can grab a bite and some milk first."

Her remark told me that my instincts about her had been right, Angelique is one very special woman. You might not beleive this, but I once had a girlfriend who thought it was disgusting for a guy to put his lips to a woman's genitals. But Angelique loved to let me eat her out, and her orgasms were not fake. You just can't fake smearing so much pussy juice, so explosively, all over a guy's face!

And now her idea of "grabbing a bite" was to gently nibble at my balls, moving slowly across them. She didn't bite down hard, just very gentle nibbles that made my balls tingle in delight. And then she moved her mouth to my cock itself.

You know how, just before a nurse sticks a needle into your arm, she desensitizes your arm by rubbing it with an alcohol-soaked cotton swab? Angelique did something similar. She would pick a spot on my cock at random, kiss that spot tenderly, passionately about 10 to 15 times, then gently nibble at that spot, and then soothe the nibble by lovingly bathing that spot with her swirling tongue. She would then pick another random spot on my shaft, and repeat the process: kiss, nibble, then lick. The randomness, and the great love, that she put into her cock-nibbling soon had me throbbing powerfully, uncontrollably.

"Mmmm!" she moaned. "Delicious meat! Time to wash it all down with some warm milk." So saying, she wrapped her lips around my cock, and she began sucking me down. We were both enjoying this moment so much, that I forced myself to hold back coming for as long as I could. Which wasn't easy: my cock was rock hard, my aching balls were filed-up with my juices, and I really, REALLY needed to come down her throat. Right NOW!

Angelique, my sweet, precious, wonderful Angelique, must have sensed how desperately I needed to come now, because she moaned, "Come whenever you're ready, lover!" Her moan vibrated aginst my shaft, and made it pulse even more frantically in her mouth now.

That did it. I thrust my balls hard against her red, red lips, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked even harder. And I came! I came hard and fast, splattering forcefully against the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth. Her swirling tongue hungrily licked at my erupting come, as it spewed out the tip of my hard, throbbing, thrusting cock in her mouth.

"Mmm," Angelique moaned again. "I just LOVE sucking your cock, Joe!"

"I can tell!" I laughed.

"Give me MORE of that sweet man-milk of yours!" she cried out. To my surprise, my cock was able to pulse yet again, and I pumped another burst of my come into her mouth. Not as much as the first time, but enough to make her mouth happy and satisfied.

She swished my double dose of come around in her mouth, like she was gargling, savoring my taste in her mouth, on her tongue, for a while before swallowing it all down. A little dribble of my love-milk trickled out the corner of her mouth, so I kissed her mouth softly, sweetly, licking up my own still-warm come from the edge of her mouth. I had to admit, it WAS pretty tasty.

"Let me taste your pussy again now," I smiled.

"Mmmm!" she replied dreamily. "I'd love that! But I really do have to get down to our new store now."

"Don't go!" I begged. "I don't think I could stand not being ion your loving arms."

"I know," she grimaced. "I HATE having to leave your loving arms, to leave our love bed. But I HAVE to go now."

"I wish I could go with you," I groaned.

"Say, that's not a bad idea!" her face brightened. "You could show the store staff how to use all that new software you buttered me up to buy from you. And during my first break, I'll let you eat my pussy like you wanted to. I promise!"

That sounded like a great morning to me! So we dressed each other, lovingly touching and stroking each area of each other's bodies, before covering that area with an article of clothing.

At the store, I was surprised that among the models like Heidi Klum and Naomi Campbell, there was a very familiar-looking man.

Angelique introduced me around, and I overheard one stunning Victoria's Secret lingerie model say, "You are so LUCKY, Angelique. I wish I could attract a hot boy-toy like that!" A Victoria's Secret model who thinks she isn't sexy enough to get ME? Now that was FUNNY! But she actually couldn't have me: not because I think myself too good for her, but because my heart and soul now belong exclusively to Angelique...and so does my cock!

The model calling me a "hot boy toy" made me feel good, but Angelique made me feel even better with her reply: "He's no boy-toy. Well, he is, he's a great lover, and SO good looking. But he's much more than that. He's the man I love, and he loves me, and we're getting married!" The thought of being husband to a woman as beautiful on the inside and outside as Angelique is, filled my heart with contentment, peace, and tranquility, while at the same time making my heart race and pound with my love and desire for her.

I walked over to the familiar-looking man now. "Excuse me, did anyone ever tell you that you look exactly like Donald Trump?"

The man laughed. "That's probably because I AM Donald Trump!"

"So what brings you to Chicago from New York?"

"I heard about this huge new mall opening in Chicago, so I had to come see for myself." He nodded at a passing figure. "Hello, Heidi!" he called out.

"YOu KNOW Hedi Klum?" I asked, astonished.

"I make it a point to know EVERY beautiful woman," Trump smiled.

Heidi Klum ignored Donald Trump's greeting, and she made a beeline straight to me! "Hey, Joe!" she smiled. "So, did you and Angelique have a great night last night?"

"Oh, yeah!" I laughed. "We are already completely in love."

"I could see that in the glow on Angelique's face," Heidi Klum smiled. "Congratulations, Joe. You have yourself one terrific lady there!"

"I know," I beamed proudly.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who knows Heidi Klum," Donald Trump grinned at me.

Hearing his familiar voice, Heidi Klum finally turned away from me. "Oh, hello, Donald," she smiled at him. "I didn't know YOU were here."

Just then, Angelique joined Donald Trump, Heidi Klum, and me. She was wearing a long, ankle-length black gown, formed perfectly around her every delectable curve, with a repeating pattern of bright red roses, looking very Hawaiian in its inspiration and very elegant and understatedly sexy in its implementation.

"Donald!" Angelique bubbled. "I haven't seen you since the New York fashion show. That's been what, about six months?"

"Seven," Trump corrected in a flat montone. "How ARE you, Angelique?"

"Great!" she gushed. "Now that I'm going to marry Joe here!"

"Yes, we met," Trump replied drily, with a tinge of jealousy in his voice. "Congratulations, Joe. You won the heart of a very special lady. A heart that I never COULD get to fall in love with ME! You're a very lucky man!"

"Don't I know it!" I grinned.

"So, Joe," Donald Trump asked me. "What do YOU do for a living?" There was a note in his voice of an overly-protective dad trying to make sure that the guy was good enough for his precious daughter.

"I'm world-wide sales manager for a computer software company."

"Really?" Donald Trump replied, surprised. I think he assumed I was a peniless bum trying to live off of Angelique's jet-setting success, or worse, trying to get to today's hottest models through her. "So what new, hot software do you have for me?"

"Well, we're about to come out with a new way of managing financial databases. That should be right up your alley."

"Financial, you say? You have my attention now! Financial is my favorite word! So, what can this new software do for me?"

"Well, the first part is, it works like a web crawler. It goes to every computer in all of your comany's offices around the world. It looks through every file, and extracts anything that looks like sales figures or expense reports. It then takes all that data offline, to crunch numbers on a dedicated server, without tying up your network for a lot of intensive and expensive computer time."

"What sort of number crunching?"

"Sales figures and expenses, by salesman, by sales office, by region, by country, by product area, by corporate division, and then adds up corporate wide totals. All calculations are handled offline from your network."

"Sounds great," Donald Trump told me. "When can you come to New York and show it to me?"

I couldn't believe it. Was I about to make a sale to Donald Trump himself? Angelique's love for me, and my love for her, was proving to be good not only for my heart, my soul, and my cock, but now also extremely good for my career. I turned to Angelique. "I don't know. When can you come to New York with me, baby?"

Donald Trump laughed. "Looks like you're both coming to New York next month!"

"What does he mean?" I asked Angelique.

"You asked me," Donald Trump replied. "Why a New Yorker like me was here in Chicago. Hearing about the new Victoria's Secret superstore here in Chicago, I decided to see if your beautiful and talented fiance here could put together a show like this, for some of my rich buddies, at the Trump Towers next month. Get Heidi here to model lingerie. Maybe even get Angelique here to model, too?"

"I'm flattered, Donald," Angelique giggled. "And I would happy to put together such a lingerie show for you. But if I'm to model any lingerie, from now on it will be for Joe's eyes only."

"That reminds me," I grinned lasciviously at Angelique. "Isn't it time for your morning break now? Time to model that lingerie for me. And to give me that taste treat you promised me," I grinned, slowly and seductively licking my lips.

Angelique took a sharp intake of breath, and she got that now-familiar gleam in her eye that she gets whenever her pussy starts to dampen with desire for me.

"Yes, why don't you two go and play?" Naomi Campbell commented. "I can see how much you two lovebirds want each other, how much you two need to be alone together now. Don't worry about anything now, Angelique. Heidi and I will keep Mister Trump, umm, entertained now."

Angelique kissed Heidi Klum and Naomi Campbell on the cheek. "Thanks. You two are the BEST!" Angelique beamed, as she towed me by the hand into a dressing room at the back of the store, carrying several hot, sexy new lingerie outfits to model for me.

As she closed and locked the dressing-room door, Angelique took on a sing-song voice, like a happy little girl skipping across a playground. "I'm gonna get my PUSSY licked. I'm GONNA...get my...PUSSY licked!" she sang quietly, giggling merrily.

impressions are heavenly

I entered the room in exotic lounge wear and the silk gown fit my mood. Erotic, exotic and silky smooth to entice the love from the man I have chosen to love all my life. I noticed that Joe was talking to Heidi and a man. I stepped closer and recognized him.
"Donald!" I bubbled. "I haven't seen you since the New York fashion show. That's been what, about six months?"

"Seven," Trump corrected in a flat montone. "How ARE you, Angelique?"

"Great!" I gushed. "Now that I'm going to marry Joe here!" My face felt like it was glowing in pride. I found my devine heaven and loved the feeling that I was deriving from my sexy Joe.

"Yes, we met," Trump replied drily, with a tinge of jealousy in his voice. "Congratulations, Joe. You won the heart of a very special lady. A heart that I never COULD get to fall in love with ME! You're a very lucky man!"

"Don't I know it!"Joe grinned.

"So, Joe," Donald Trump asked. "What do YOU do for a living?" There was a note in his voice of an overly-protective dad trying to make sure that the guy was good enough for his precious daughter.

Donald hadn't changed at all. Still acting Fatherly over me since I refused to be in his bed. Donald was more of a story book lover and that was the last thing I wanted and at the time I was into my job of fashion. I was making my name with all of the stores and getting into the fashion drama. I hung out with the model's and knew their world first hand. I learned from them how to judge a man's sincerity and how to catch a pick-up line. I was proud of Joe's wisdom to let this moment give him the window of opportunity. After all this was Donald and he always seemed to have money to burn. I wasn't shocked that he was genuinky interested in what Joe was having to say.

"Sounds great," Donald Trump told me. "When can you come to New York and show it to me?"

I knew it. Joe had gotten into Donald's league. Money talks, I've heard it countless number of times, but seeing it in action is priceless. Yet Joe seemed a little stunned that he was getting an offer of a lifetime from the man that most never get a second with.
Joe turned to me. "I don't know. When can you come to New York with me, baby?"

Donald Trump laughed. "Looks like you're both coming to New York next month!"

"What does he mean?" Joe asked.

"You asked me," Donald Trump replied. "Why a New Yorker like me was here in Chicago. Hearing about the new Victoria's Secret superstore here in Chicago, I decided to see if your beautiful and talented fiance here could put together a show like this, for some of my rich buddies, at the Trump Towers next month. Get Heidi here to model lingerie. Maybe even get Angelique here to model, too?"

"I'm flattered, Donald,"I giggled. "And I would happy to put together such a lingerie show for you. But if I'm to model any lingerie, from now on it will be for Joe's eyes only."

"That reminds me," Joe grinned lasciviously at me. "Isn't it time for your morning break now? Time to model that lingerie for me. And to give me that taste treat you promised me," he grinned, slowly and seductively licking his lips.

Oh Joe had me pegged as my eyes went over his body and was looking into his clothes and at the man that loved me thur the night. After Naomi gave us permission to "have fun" I beelined to the back and brought Joe into the receiveing office singing softly... "I'm gonna get my PUSSY licked. I'm GONNA...get my...PUSSY licked!"

Joe must have heard the soft loving words as I was slipping into a midnight blue teddy with crotchless underwear. Alluring qualities and I was more then happy to model them for Joe. He on the otherhand was more looking forward to getting his treat. Joe slipped me out of the teddy and let it fall on the desk, then lied me on top of it. Being as gentle as if I was a newborn baby. He then started to rain kisses on my ankles. A very exotic sensation that crept up my legs until I was quivering so much I was primed to his first lick. I was lost to the heavens that Joe's tongue drove me too during the night. I moaned hotly as my legs draped over his shoulders. I felt his tongue extract my love juice and his steamy breathes that made my belly convulse to bring forth more of his drink of choice. Bathing his lips, tongue, and mouth with my nectur of the garden. It was all I could do not to rape him on the spot as I grew lustier and lustier. I almost suggested it when there was a tap on the door

"Okay Angelique. Now, I am not the jealous type but when I have someone wanting info on a fashion show in a week. Well, girl! that is your department not mine, so pick up line four" Claudia's slavic accent was tinted with envy. I had well imagined that she was listening at the door and wishing that she was in my shoes.

I grabbed the phone and pressed four. It was someone after infomation all right. Getting permission to model some of our clothing line for charity. Being used to this kind of publicity I was grabbing a pad of paper. Joe's tongue was still flicking at my clit making me all horny while I tried to talk to this woman.

"Yesss " I blushed hotly... "We.. can deliver your... clothin.. ing line... right.. ohh to ...your site..." I was panting hotter and straining to stay focused. Joe's feathery kisses were impossible to ignore.

"I dropped off a list of outfits that were chosen for our Fashion Fair and well we were hoping that you would be able to give us a discount or reduced rental price while these items are being displayed." The woman sounded nervous.

"Mrs Canton.... I assure you.....mmmm that we'll be more.... than happy to fill... " I squecked in glee as Joe nipped at my swollen clit.

"Excuse me? You were saying about filling our order, which is nice but the budget doesn't give us much room to, well I was hoping that we could convence you into donating those items."

Perfect she was giving me an escape hatch to getting off the phone. "You have an address for delivery on the list?"

"Yes, I need those items dropped off at West Heights Hilton Thursday." She sighed wearily.

"Consider.... them....oooooo...... delivered" I moaned from Joe's continued licking. "Goodbye, Mrs Canton" I dropped the receiver into the cradle and reached down for Joe's shoulders. Pulling him up to my waiting arms. I was stripped in a moment and hungrily stripped Joe from his suit. "you are sooo in for it."

Joe's eyes flashed with a big smile as I lead him to the closet and dropped down the bed. I then removed his silk boxers with my teeth before moving over him and riding him into a hot frenzied need for his throbbing cock filling my aching pussy with loads of hot milky cum. Moving my hips and flexing my knees to slide up and down over his cock that felt on fire in my pulsating cunt. I closed my eyes as I rocked and could feel his cock rubbing the G-spot harder. I reached down and stroked his balls with my fingernails as his hands were filled with my tingling breasts. His thumbs were rubbing over the nipples making them stiffen and harden, rising to be sucked on. I pictured his lips on one breast as our child was at the other... I was lost, I was going wild with thoughts as I started to orgasm over his cock and cry out his name... "Joe..."

His reaction was quicker by sealing my cries with his lips. His thrusting into my hot yearning pussy with hurried movements. I felt his cock throbb and jerk into my pussy walls. I was estacticly screaming into his mouth as my violent serge of orgasmic power that pulsed from my toes to flood my womb with honey that received a overload of hot creamy milk. I was gasping for air as the beads of sweat pooled onto the bed and the racing of our hearts pounding so loudly that it echos in your ears. Our lives were sealed together in one moment and two hours later after a quick shower in the bathroom. Joe and I emerged to the main area while he installed the software, I filled that order and sent along a note.

Mrs Canton, We are most pleased that you chose our Fall line to be included in your Full Figured Fashion Show's annual autumn production. Please accept our donation with pride and we look forward to assisting you with your other fashion needs. Sincerely yours, Angelique

Slipping the note into the box that was being loaded with clothes as well as lingerie. Also including the inventory list from her notes and our printout. I filled out the forms for the tax deductable donation for the charity event. Today was becoming more and more beneficial for the both of us.

Heidi came back into the office and told me that Donald had demanded that I handle the fashion show personally. She also mentioned that he was planning a business luncheon to discuss additional details and to expect Ted Turner to join us. Make or break was echoing in my mind as I let my thoughts float to how I was going to have fun in Joe's arms this evening. I needed to throw a dinner party as our own fashion show was in two days. Caterer's to call and organizing the music and lighting. I was busy with the phone's getting every last detail seen to. Mostly I was confirming all the preacquired reservations. Reveiwing the sales and books, everything was in order. Now I just had to wait for Saturday night when I really let my magic shine.

Joe

Angelique's shimmering blue crotchless teddy looked stunning on her as she moldeled it for me in the back dressing room of the newest Victoria's Secret store. But the sight that greeted me was even more amazing, once I removed her simple and sexy garment. This woman has perfect curves in all the right places, and she actually loves ME! Who would have, who COULD have, believed this would ever happen to ME!

As I slowly, patiently savored the taste, the feel of her amazing pussy, Angelique moaned hotly, draping her long, sexy legs over my shoulders. My swirling tongue hotly and lovingly extracted her sweet, delicious love juice. She lay there quivering, panting in steamy breaths, as her beautiful feminine belly brought forth more and more of my new favorite drink of choice. Bathing my lips, tongue, and mouth with the sweet, tangy nectar of her garden, what the biblical Song of Solomon calls "the spiced wine of the juice of my pomegranate." Only no mere pomegranate ever tasted THIS delicious!

I just couldn't help myself. Angelique's sweet pussy and throbbing clit tasted so delicious, I just kept licking and nibbling at it all through her business telephone conversation. Her earlier sing-song chant of "I'm gonna get my PUSSY licked. I'm GONNA...get my...PUSSY licked!" had been so charming, cute, and endearing, that I was determined to give her maximum satisfaction on that particular desire of hers. As she took an order by phone, and I ate her pussy so hungrily, her discussion was peppered with moans, groans, and trembling, and I could sense she was fighting a losing battle not to completely lose it on the phone.

Pulling me up to her wonderful, waiting, loving arms, she now hungrily stripped my suit off of me. "You are sooo in for it," she laughed in delight.

I was stunned that the back closet of the store hid a fold-out bed, which she promptly pushed me down onto, flat on my back. "For our very special customers, who just can't wait once they see each other in their sexy lingerie," she explained. "Why, just two months ago, one of our stores had J-Lo and Ben in, J-Lo tried on this sheer white bit of nothing, while Ben modeled a ribbed black tank-top and nothing else. They couldn't keep their eyes, or their hands, off each other at the time. We had to seal off the back closet from prying eyes. Let's just say the closet bed got a real workout that day!" Angelique laughed.

"So," I grinned. "Wanna play Bennifer?"

She just smiled and laughed in that delightful giggly way of her. She then hurriedly removed my silk boxers -- with her TEETH! I knew that Angelique was a one-in-a-billion catch, but she just kept proving to me, over and over again, just how lucky I truly am. She had even turned down Donald Trump himself, as too pushy and too devoted to his work and his money, for her tastes.

And now here she was, climbing up on naked on top of me, and riding me with such a hot, frenzied need, as she put it, "for your throbbing cock filling my aching pussy with loads of hot milky come." She was rocking her hips foward and back, side to side on top of me, and flexing her knees to slide up and down over my cock. It was absolutely wonderful, thrilling, to watch her passionate, enthusastic ride on my cock now. My throbbing, aching hard-on felt like it was on fire, thrusting vigorously in and out of her pulsating cunt. She closed her eyes as she rocked on top of me, and I intently watched the expression of pure pleasure and delirious joy spreading across her lovely face, as I pressed and thrust and rubbed my very hard cock all over her soft, wet, spongy G-spot.

Then she amazed me still further, reaching down and stroking my balls with her fingernails as she frantically rode up and down my throbbing, achingly-hard cock. The sensations were indescribably thrilling. As she delicately and lovingly raked her fingernails along my balls, I filled my hands full of her tingling breasts. My thumbs then started rubbing over her nipples, causing them to stiffen and harden, rising, just begging to be sucked on. Unspoken as it was, how could I deny her request, her need? Drawn to her like iron to a magnet, my lips, tongue, and teeth now devoted themselves exclusively to pleasuring her beautiful round breasts, as my cock focused on pleasuring her hot little clit and her horny, tingling G-spot.

As she started to orgasm all over my cock, she began to loudly cry out my name... "Joe..."

I began to think how sweet it was, that supermodels Heidi Klum and Naomi Campbell were probably listening to a woman even more beautiful than they are, thoroughly enjoying riding MY hard cock! Better yet, Donald Trump, whom Angelique had actually turned down, was probably also hearing what he had missed out on, the sweet, hard, pounding loving that Anqelique wanted only from...ME! This was heaven, this was paradise, this was...LOVE!

But this was also potentially embarrassing, for both of us. Thinking quickly, I silenced her passionate screams of pleasure and wild desire, sealing her cries with my lips over hers, as I thrust into her hot yearning pussy with hurried movements.

I couldn't hold back one second longer now, and now my cock throbbed and jerked into her slick and slippery pussy walls. She was estacticly screaming directly into my mouth, as her violent surge of orgasmic power unleashed a veritable flood from her womb. Feeling her hot honey thoroughly soaking my hard-on, I spasmed powerfully, and I erupted an overload of my hot creamy man-milk deep up inside of her. We were both gasping for air now, as the beads of our combined sweat pooled onto the bed, and the racing of our hearts pounding so loudly that it echoed in our ears.

After soaping-up each other in the employee shower stall, we gently and lovingly dried each other off with big, soft bath towels. Then we helped each other to dress. Back in the the store manager's office, while Angelique prepared her new phoned-in order, I busily installed the store's new sales commission software.

We were just about wrapping things up, when my cell phone rang. I had been trying for the longest time to negotiate a nearly one billion dollar contract with a particularly difficult Japanese customer, but he had been stonewalling me for months. And now he was calling me on my cell phone.

As I was talking, Angelique got that by-now-familiar gleam of lust in her eyes, and a huge grin spread across her face. "Revenge time!" she giggled. "I told you, you would be SO in for it!" She shoved me down hard on top of her desk, flat on my back, my legs dangling over the edge of her desk. With one swift motion of her hand, she had my belt unbuckled and my zipper tugged down. She yanked my pants down hard, until they were bunched up around my ankles. Impatiently, she tugged my trousers down over my shoes, ripping the pant legs wide open in her lustful haste to get at me.

She knelt down between my legs, and she tossed my legs over her shoulders. She moved in, starting her licks at my balls, then slowly up my shaft. "Payback time!" she laughed.

"Yeah," I said into the phone. "I think we can work out a 20 perscent dis-dis...DIS-count!" I yelled, as her teeth gently nibbled at my cock again.

"At that rate," my Japanese contact said, "we can up the order from 500 seats of software, to one thousand."

Just then, Angelique wrapped her sweet red lips around my cock, and she sucked and nibbled on my very sensitive, pulsating cock head, causing me to shout out, "YES!"

"I love your enthusiasm, Joe," my caller responded. "Tell you what, tell me about your new database application, too, and maybe we'll order 1000 seats of that product, too!"

I was stunned. "How did you hear about THAT product?" I demanded. "We haven't even announced it yet. I haven't told AMYBODY about it yet."

"You told Donald!" he laughed.

"Trump? But I told him less than an hour ago. You just talked to Donald Trump?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "He thinks very highly of you, and that's good enough for me. He said you're a better man than even he is. Something about hopw he admires you for catching the one that got away from him? Whatever THAT means!"

I looked at Angelique with such love and deep appreciation for her now. She returned my loving gaze, as she sucked hungrily on my pulsating, throbbing hard-on, swallowing down my cock all the way in a single gulp, then sliding back down over me, her head expertly bobbing and weaving up and down my shaft. Yes, I had landed the one that got away from Donald, and God was I so happy about that now!


"I decided," my caller continued, "it was time I stopped, how do you Americans say? Oh, yes, stop DICKING you around, and get down to real business with you."

Angelique overheard my customer's remark. "You can DICK me around any time, honey!" she giggled, powerfully sucking my cock down her throat now, my balls to her lips. "Go ahead, baby. You just go and DICK around in my mouth, and in my throat, sweetie!"

"So," my Japanese customer continued. "What do you say? 1000 seats of sales commission software, and 1000 seats of your new financial database application?"

Just then, Angelique began swirling her tongue round and round my cock, deep in her mouth. "YES!" I screamed into the phone.

"Just so we're clear Joe. All 2000 software packages are at the 20 per cent discount?"

Angelique sucked even harder on my cock, until I was rubbing and thrusting hard up against the back of her throat. She silently mouthed the command for me to "Come! Now!"

My cock was on fire, as it pulsed and throbbed and slipped its way down her cock-hungry throat, erupting stream after stream of hot, thick come into her mouth now. She just kept gulping and swallowing hard. It all felt so tremdous, that I screamed out "YES! Yes, yes, YYYYEEESSSS!" as I pumped my come deep down her throat now.

"Yes? 2000 seats at 20 per cent discount?"

Slurp! Suck! Angelique continued.

"Yes, yes...YES!" I cried out, overjoyed.

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you!" my Japanese customer said.

I gazed lovingly into Angelique's eyes. "Believe me, the pleasure was ALL mine!" I groaned as I hung up, coming in Angelique's sweet mouth yet again.

Angelique licked up my come that was slowly dribbling down her chin. "No," she smiled. "The pleasure was all MINE!"

God how I do absolutely love and adore this woman!

Joe was looking at me with a grin and I knew that tonight was going to be filled with sex filled fun. I didn't know who had called Joe but I had to admit that it was a perfect opportunity. After a long lickfest I had gave Joe, I gave him the new command.
"Come! Now!"

Joe screamed out "YES! Yes, yes, YYYYEEESSSS!" as he pumped his come deep down into my throat.

Slurp! Suck! I continued.

"Yes, yes...YES!" he cried out, overjoyed.

Joe gazed lovingly into my eyes. "Believe me, the pleasure was ALL mine!" Then he hung up and came again.

I licked up his come that was slowly dribbling down my chin. "No," I smiled earnestly. "The pleasure was all MINE!"

I slipped into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. It was exciting that I had gotten Joe into such a kinky moment. I was thrilled to get everything that he was showering on me. When we made our way back to his motel room I revealed that I was really looking forward to many flights with him. Loving, fondling, and cock sucking flights.

Joe

After naughtily sucking me off and swallowing hard while I was trying to talk business on the phone, Angelique went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

She emerged from the bathroom and approached my hotel-room bed, wearing only powder-blue thong panties and nothing else. My eyes began their slow appraisal of her beauty and sexiness, at her long, flaming-red hair. Then I locked eyes on her green, so very green eyes, which had already captured and captivated my soul.

Her big, round breasts bounced a bit as she approached the bed, making her absolutely irresistible. The front of her light-blue panties were very sheer (transparent) lace, woven into a flower pattern, and I could see just about everything through her panties. Her wispy pubic hair was as red as that on her head. Her pubnic hair was on fire, and judging by her lusty smile, so was her pussy, and seeing that, soon my throbbing cock was on fire, too.

She climbed into bed beside me, and she hurriedly got me out of my pants. Then she told me to kiss her. I kissed her very red (cherry-red lipstick) mouth, but she moaned "lower." I kissed her big, round, bouncy breasts, but she again moaned "lower". I kissed the front of her panties and she squealed in delight, and she started breathing heavily. "Yes, kiss me THERE!" she moaned. I pushed the tiny light-blue thong panties to one side, and my lips and tongue went to town. The next thing I knew, she had her hand around my cock and was guiding me into her, past her panties. We made love right THROUGH her pretty little panties!

But now it was time for me to fly back to corporate headquarters, to attend a couple of meetings. Angelique had to fly home, too.

When I finally got to my hotel room that night, I discovered that Angelique had packed those very same panties from the night before, right at the top of my suitcase, with a yellow post-it note saying "So you'll think of me." As if I could somehow NOT think of her!

I got so excited by her sexy little surprise which she had packed for me, that I quickly stripped and laid down face-up on the motel room bed, and I wrapped her wispy blue panties around my cock, letting the skinny back butt-string rub me, closing my eyes and remembering her the previous night in those panties, that tiny string up the crack of her sexy ass, leaving her full, round ass cheeks completely exposed. It wasn't very long at all before I came all over those panties!

I washed them out in the hotel-room sink, and I let them dry overnight. I put them on me the next morning, and I checked myself out in the mirror. I could see ALL of my very-hard cock through those panties. That was what I was wearing--ALL that I was wearing--when she called me on my cell phone.

"So," she giggled, "did you find the sexy little surprise I left you?"

"I'm wearing them right now," I whispered.

"Mmmm!" she replied, "I'll bet your big, hard cock looks GREAT through that sheer lace of my panties." The breathless way she said "panties" turned me on so much, that my cock pushed its way over the top of her panties, and I told her so.

"I wish you could be here to see it for yourself," I moaned, stroking myself through her panties.

"Don't you have one of those picture-phones?" she asked.

I knew what she wanted. I turned on the photo feature, and she turned on her phone-camera, and we proceeded to turn each OTHER on! She was lying completely naked on her hotel-room bed, with one hand pinching her already-hard nipples as her other hand explored her pussy, while I jacked myself off through her panties. We moved our camera-phones around to show each other various close-up angles of exactly how we we were each pleasuring ourselves. Soon, we came together, closing the gap of the many miles between us, and increasing the ever-growing intimacy between us.

After our morning phone-sex, I got dressed. I put Angelique's tiny powder-blue panties in my pants pocket, checked out of the hotel, and drove to corporate headquarters. All that day, through all my long, boring business meetings, I had my hand in my pocket, feeling Angelique's panties, thinking of her...and of when we would next see each other again, in New York. I planned to fall into her arms for a long, passionate kiss, right in the lobby of the Trump Towers hotel, then carry her in my arms to our hotel-room bed, to ravish her all night long. I was pretty sure now, knowing Angelique's free, open, easy, and unbridled sexuality, that this was her plan for our next meeting, too.

Until then, I had her hot, sexy little panties to play with, and we had our camera-phones.

The fashion show was indeed a hit. The sold out show grossed almost twice the amount that we were projecting to the business office.

"Angelique, my pet..." Dorreena purred over the phone. "You have to do the Trump party. Donnie asked specifically for you."

"I know," I smiled as I thought about Joe and him finding my sexy undies plus the note. "So you'll think of me." I really wanted to hear his voice. I quickly dialed the number he gave me and smiled as his melodious voice said "hello"

"So," I giggled, "did you find the sexy little surprise I left you?"

"I'm wearing them right now," he whispered.

"Mmmm!" I replied, "I'll bet your big, hard cock looks GREAT through that sheer lace of my panties." I could almost see his throbbing cock as it strained against the fabric and instantly I felt my juices drizzle into my bare pussy.

"I wish you could be here to see it for yourself," he moaned, stroking myself through her panties.

"Don't you have one of those picture-phones?" I asked. I quickly switched mine on and proceeded to SHOW Joe how much I missed him and his cock. I was lying completely naked on my hotel-room bed, with one hand pinching my already-hard nipples as my other hand explored my pussy. Teasing his senses as he was returning the favor. I shreiked when I had started cumming from the mix of fingering and picturing his hard cock slamming in and out of my sopping cunt. It was sweet but not as sweet as it would be when we are in each other's arms in New York.

The next ten day was spent doing the usual work. I had to make a quick trip to Dallas. I was feeling lonly and called Joe. The message service informed me that he was in a meeting. I wondered if it was about his friend Jack. I straightened my shoulders and left a kissed message, then went to work. WhenI was finished there I got the extra surprise. I was going to San Jose to deliver the Festive Fashion order. I was thrilled to tears.

Joe called me while I was packing for the trip. "Hello, sexy" I whispered huskily as I knew it was him for we called each other at this time. I clicked the camera so that he could see my orchid colored teddy that showed my bellybutton and crotchless panties. "I've been waiting for you."

Joe

When Angelique showed me (over the picture phone), her stunning teddy, her beautiful bare belly, and her very hot crotchless panties, only one word came to mind to describe her amazing beauty, sexuality, and sensuality: luscious!

"You look luscious!" I grinned. "If I were there with you right now, I'd just eat you up!"

"Mmmm!" she cooed softly. "I'd LIKE that, baby!" Then she grinned, "Besides this sexy new lingerire I'm wearing for you right now, I bought a new toy today, too!"

"So did I, honey!" I smiled.

"I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours," we both chuckled.

Angelique reached into her shopping bag and pulled out a 10-inch vibrator, about two inches across. It looked remarkably like my own cock, in size, color, and texture. She placed it right on the edge of her pussy lips, and switched it on. Over the photo-phone, I could hear it buzzing, and she showed me in extreme close-up, how it was making her pussy lips quiver. "Do you know how hard it is," she laughed, "to find a store in Dallas that carries a vibrator as big as YOU are?" Then she softly continued, "You've spoiled me for other men, and even for vibrators, you know. Nothing less than your 10 inches will satisfy me now."

"Good," I laughed. "Then I'll never have to worry about you cheating on me!"

"Like I could ever want another man after you," she grinned, slipping her vibrator across her clit and then down into her juicy slit.

"So," she giggled between soft moans. "Show me the toy you bought?"

I reached in my shopping bag and produced a rubber vagina. "I'll bet I had an even harder time finding this toy than you did!" I grinned. "Not only to find a toy pussy with thick, bright red pubic hair like you have, but then to find a fake pussy as tight as yours! I must have gone to at least 20 sex shops to find a toy that can squeeze my throbbing cock as tight as you do!"

I set the toy pussy down on top of a pillow, and I set the phone between my legs, letting her watch as I humped the closest facsimile I could find to her wonderful tight pussy. "God, I wish this was REALLY your pussy I was fucking now!" I groaned.

"I know, baby," Angelique moaned, jamming her huge vibrator deeper and deeper into herself. "I know! I wish you were fucking me right now, too, baby!" With that, she slowly slid the vibrator back out of herself, pressing it hard against her clit as she withdrew. She moaned and shook, and when she held her vibrator up to the camera-phone, it was thoroughly and thickly coated with her sweet pussy juice.

"When we meet up again, in New York, baby," she breathed heavily, "I'm gonna soak your COCK, just like that!"

"Mmm!" I groaned, fucking the artificial pussy even harder now. "I'm gonna fill your pussy to overflowing, with my come." I then showed her the pillow and the fake vagina, drenched in thick gobs of my hot come now. "Just like THIS!"

Angelique put her lips to the camera on her phone, and began several slow, upward licks. "I'm cleaning your fresh spunk off your cock, darling," she grinned.

I picked up my new rubber toy and took several licks at it. "Your pussy tastes MUCH better than this toy!" I smiled.

She licked her pussy juice off her vibrator. "Your cock tastes much, MUCH better than this, too!" she laughed.

"Next week!" I moaned, pointing the camera to show her, as I slipped the phony cunt down over my throbbing cock, pretending it was Angelique riding me with her usual unbridled enthusiasm now. "In New York!"

"Definitely!" Angelique agreed enthusiastically, letting me watch her as she jammed her huge, buzzing vibrator all the way up her slick and slippery snatch now, in one swift stroke.

I was screaming as the faker rippled vibrations thur my sopping pussy. "OH JOE!" I was panting heavily and shuddered thur several orgams. I was still thrusting the toy in and out of my swelling flower and squirming on the bed. "oooo... ahhhhhh mmmrhhhmmfff ...uhhhhmmmm... jooooooeeeeeeeee" I yanked the cock out and let Joe see the river of juices that started to sprut from my cunt while I convulsed in bliss.

Joe went wild with his toy as I came for him.... I heard him call out my name as his cock jerks and erupts in rivers of sweet milk. Without thinking I licked on the monitor wanting to taste the river of cum that he was sharing for me.

"Baby I miss you" I moaned.

After we hung up from one another, I went straight to sleep. I dreamt about all the hot sex that we'd have in New York. In the morning I woke to the ringing phone. Dorreena was all paniced.

"What's the matter?" I asked sleepily

"YOU ARE!"

I was? "What are you talking about?"

"Angelique you were suppose to be in San Jose an hour ago. Remember the Fashion Festive? I told you about it the other day." She reminded.

"OH SHIT! Dor, get me a flight to San J. I have to call a cab. Call Keiddie and fax my schedule to the hotel in San Jose. Better set me up at the Hilton Downtown. Send me the copies of the Maxwell projections for the show in Miami at Thanksgiving. Also hunt up the number to the Bridal Boutique in San Francisco. I'll take the messages when I arrive at my room."

"You got it, Angelique. Sounds like you are in love big time."

I rushed around quickly and rushed to the lobby grabbing a quick breakfast and took the cab to the airport. Once there I was able to get a stand by for San Francisco and the rental car would be waiting for me. Good I thought, I am really going to surprise my Joe. I licked my lips in anticapation

Joe

I decided I would really surprise Angelique when we met up again next week, for Donald Trump's party in New York.

First, I phoned a minister friend of mine in New York. He agreed that if Angelique said yes, he could marry us right than and there. Oh, that would be SO wonderful. I could hardly WAIT to make Angelique my wife! And to become her loving and devoted husband!

With that aranged, it was time to go shopping for my sweet angel.

I remember when Valley Fair was an old and run-down mall. After all, it had been Silicon Valley's very first shopping mall, half a century ago, and it had been showing its age. But then about 10 years ago, the place was completely remodeled, and now it was one of the finest, most-upscale malls in the Bay Area.

First, I went shopping for wedding rings. I found this great 3-ring set: his-and-hers wedding bands, and the biggest diamond engagement ring I had ever seen. The bands were all antique-looking gold. The diamond was the clearest and purest quality, its many facets catching the light, and sparkling in many different reflected colors as you moved it about. All 3 rings were so beautiful, and I knew Angelique would just love them. Having just closed that major software sale in Japan, the deal I closed on the phone while Angelique's sweet lips had been so egaerly sucking my cock, I had plenty of cash in my pocket. The jewelry-store clerk said he had never before sold such an expensive diamond for cash instead of credit. "Who are you?" he kidded, "Donald Trump?"

"That reminds me!" I punched Donald's private number into my cell phone. "Hi, Donald, it's Joe. Yeah, you're right, the lucky son-of-a-bitch who's going to marry Angelique. Yes, Donald, THAT Joe. I was just wondering, could Angelique and I hold our wedding in your Trump Towers? We can? Great. Of COURSE, you'll be there, right? What's that, you wouldn't miss seeing Angela's greatest moment of happiness? Great! That's SUPER! Thanks, Donald, you're a prince among men. See you next week!"

The jewelry-store clerk just stood there with his mouth open. "That was Donald Trump on the phone?"

I just grinned at him.

"I don't believe you. You're just making this up."

I showed the clerk the photo we took in Chicago last week, of Donald Trump, Angelique, and me at the opening of the new Victoria's Secret store, when Angelique had agreed to do that private lingerie show for Trump. The show where I planned to propose to my soulmate, the love of my life.

As the clerk boxed up my 3 rings for me, he just shook his head. "My boss is never gonna believe this! A friend of Donald Trump, buying our store's most expensive diamond, and paying cash for it! The boss will NEVER believe this!"

I left the poor guy with his jaw dropped to the floor, his head shaking in disbelief, and I went on to my next stop. A custom clothing shop, with all women tailors.

I told the sales lady that I plan to marry the most stunningly beautiful woman on earth, and showed her a photo of Angelique in a tiny green bikini. "The green brings out her lovely, big, soft green eyes. And look at that spectacular fiery-red hair of hers."

"So," the woman tailor asked, "what would you like us to make for her?"

"Well, she works for Victoria's Secret, so she is used to wearing the prettiest, sexiest lingerie for me."

"Yes," she smiled. "Victroria's Secret has such pretty and sexy lingerie. I love designing for them!"

"So I want you to create some unique lingerie for our wedding night, something for her to wear that nobody else has, and that is so spectacular, it puts even Victoria's finest garments to shame. Something that compliments her fiery red hair, her limpid pools of green eyes, and her stunning figure."

"So, how stunning IS her figure? Do you know her measurements?"

"38C-28-36!" I beamed proudly.

"Oh, that IS a stunning figure!" she agreed. "I just LOVE designing for big, generous, sexy curves like that! I can DEFINITELY do that," she smiled. "Your bride will be totally dazzled...and dazzling!"

"But here's the thing," I sighed. "I need it by next week."

"A rush job like that will cost you...big money!"

"That's fine with me!" I grinned. "She is DEFINITELY worth it!"

"Yes, your photo of her, and the look of love in your eyes, tells me she is spectaculalry lovely. Don't worry, I will create something worthy of your lady. But tell me, sir, what about you?"

"Huh?" I puzzled. "What ABOUT me?"

"Well, I just thought, that for a woman so beautiful, who you love so deeply...well, sir, don't you want HER eyes to have something great to look at on YOU, on your wedding night?"

"Oh, yes!" I enthused. "Definitely. What do you recommend?"

She took some measurements. "With your long, slender frame, I would recomend something like this." She showed me some very fine red silk fabric. "I would start with a long, silk robe, tied with a sash at the waist. Underneath, shimming red satin boxers with a matching red satin tank top, tailored to show off your chest and arm muscles for her. Under the boxers, I'd put you in a tiny red lace G-string, the front lace so sheer and delicate as to hide nothing, the pouch so small that almost all of your hardness would stick up above the waistband. So she can see EXCACTLY how much you love her and desire her!"

"Yes, I know Angelique would LOVE that!" I agreed enthusiastically. "I would give her a slow strip-tease down to the G-string."

"You should leave the G-string on when you make love to her, sir," the clerk suggested. "So she can revel in the friction of your lacy pouch against her. And so she can feel the urgency of the moment, feel how you love her so much that you need to make love with her too urgently, too desperately, to even finish removing all of your clothing."

"You're right," I grinned. "She'll love that urgency, being swept up in all that passion."

"Just leave it to me, sir. I will make you both lingerie that will have you in bed together, in each other's arms, for a week. You just won't be able to get enough of each other!"

I put a down-payment on these custom lingerie purchases, and as I turned to leave the store, I heard a commotion coming from the back dressing room. I heard one of the woman tailors enthusiastically exclaiming, "Oh, that is the loveliest wedding gown I've ever SEEN! It brings out the softness of your green eyes, and the fire in your red hair."

Green eyes? Red hair? Like my sweet, beloved Angelique! Curious, I turned to see. I could see a glimpse here and there of the dress, but not the woman in it, because three women tailors were fussing over her and blocking my view. I could tell that the wedding gown had a long train. And its off-white color, with just a hint of light yellow in it, made it look antique. I wished I had thought to buy Angelique a wedding gown like that. It would compliment her hair, her eyes, her figure. And it would go so beautifully with the antique look of the rings I had just bought.

And then the three women who had been fussing over the bride-to-be, stepped back to admire their handiwork. Now I could see the bride. It was Angelique! Her wedding gown hugged and accented her every luscious curve. The plunging neckline revealed acres of her magnificent cleavage. I so wanted to press my head deep into that by-now very familiar cleavage, and to kiss her luscious breasts all over, smothering my face in her big, soft, beautiful chest once more.

Our eyes finally met now, and our faces lit up in delight to see each other again. Laughing merrily, we exclaimed in unison, "What are YOU doing here?" Then we rushed into each other's arms, kisisng so hungrily, so thrilled, so delighted, to at last be holding each other tightly and kissing each other passionately now.

"I had a last-minute business trip to San Jose," she explained. "I had planned to surpise you tonight at your place. To show up wearing only a raincoat. I wanted to open it and flash you right at your front door, wearing nothing under my coat. To knock you down flat on your ass, right in your front doorway, and to make love to you right then and there, down on the floor. But now you know I'm here in San Jose. You've spoiled my surpise!"

"I can leave if you'd like."

"Don't you DARE!" she grinned, kissing me even more hungrily now. "So what are YOU doing here at the mall?"

"Shopping," I smiled. "For something to surprise you with in New York."

"It's bad luck to see your bride in her gown before the wedding," one of the women tailors scolded me.

"How could seeing and holding my Angelique EVER be bad luck?" I laughed, kissing my lover's mouth so passionately.

"You are the best luck that has ever happened to me!" Angelique agreed. Our tongues danced around each other, ecstatic to again be meeting up. It had just been too damned long since we last Frenched like this, and neither of us cared that we had an audience now.

"Come in the dressing room with me," Angelique smiled, "and help me out of my wedding gown."

I gulped hard. "But if I take your clothes off of you, I won't be able to keep my HANDS off you!" I protested.

"I should hope NOT!" she proclaimed, in that delightfully merry and sexy laugh of hers, that I so love to hear. "And I would hope that you wouldn't be able to keep your DICK out of me, either!"

Did I lead her by the hand into the dressing room, or did she lead me? It didn't matter. All that either of us knew, all that either of us cared about, was how desperately we needed to make love with each other. Right here, right now, right in the mall's dressing room.