moaning low in my throat as your cock expands fully and rubs my ass little tingles of pleasure from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
Rolling toward you my arms coming to circle around your back leaning in so my chest is flush with yours. "Did you have a good sleep?' continuing the teasing movements now with my hips.
"Ohhhh, I dont think I have slept so well in months."
Gasping a little as your fingers cause my nipples to tighten becoming as little rocks. I bring my one hand up to your head burying my fingers in your hair and drawing you to me, letting my lips graze across yours, flicking my tounge out to play with the corner of youe mouth.
My other hand not knowing quite what to do with itself finally comes to rest on your hip.
PUlling back from the kiss. "I really should get back to the office. As much as I'd like to stay. Give me that call when you get back from your trip okay?"
Quickly dressing before I change my mind. Grabbing the envelope and heading out the door with my things.
Watching you walk out the door, I groan a little in frustration but know that it had to end sometime. Rolling over in the bed and looking at the clock. Hells bells my flight leaves in two hours and I have so much to do!
Jumping out of bed, rushing around I am muttering to my self. If anybody had been there the only thing they would have heard clearly was "Damn its a good thing he left when he did but bet your booty I'm going to be calling that boy when I do get back."
Snapping the clasp on my suitcase closed, walking out the door leaving behind the faint smell of pure satisfaction.
After another nap in the back room in his office, he took a shower and changed into a smart, deep blue Armani, with a dark grey shirt and a tie to match the suit.
He sat at his desk going over all the investment messages that had been left for him, making notes and returning calls. Then he checked the other voicemail. No messages, 'Slow morning' he thought to himself. 'Well no reason not to work a little.' He logged on to the internet and started to do some research on a new biotech that would have it's IPO in a week. His mind drifted to the last few days. 'Wow' was all he could say in response to his thoughts.
'If my investment clients only knew what I really like to do.'
I do need help with my investestment. Maybe i should call him..Let me see if I could fine that number again. Oh yes here it is,his name is I know it.. Well I gave him a call, and said. Hi my name is Lilly . Someone gave me your number, because you help her with investments. Can you call me at 888 269-9689? Thank you. Replacing the phone, I when to get a cup of coffee. Now I remeber his name, Mateo.
Thinking to myself. That was the fastest and strangest phone call I've ever had, but reading the number back to myself as I dial it. 'This had better be good,' I mused as I thought about why I was calling someone who wasn't even a client yet.
"Hello? This is Mateo Martinez, of Martinez investments. Did you just call me?"
Yes Mr.Martinez. My name is Lilly Rose and a friend of mine, Tammy, gave me your name...I just came into some money and would love to invest it. So told me you are very good in the field in investing. Do you think we could meet and talk about it?
I try to remember and then suddenly it dawns on me, Tammy, the woman I left this morning, but she wasn't an investment client, hmm.
"Sure, I'm always available for meetings. But you understand if we get to the point of consulting or anything deep, I'll have to apply my standard rates." Hoping she will get the hint, if she's not really looking for investment advice. "Where would you like to meet Ms. Rose? Often I find clients much more comfortable in their home environments, so that's not a problem if you want me to come to you."
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Have to crash for the night, can't see straight due to a migraine.
"Yes I know exactly where that is. I'll see you then." Hanging up he decided to nap, or sleep in the back room instead of going home. He dozed off and when the alarm went off at noon he was surprised to have slept that long.
He showered and dressed in khakis and a blue casual shirt over a white tshirt. He hopped in his car with his bag of clothes, toys, and toiletries, along with his laptop and investment information, just in case. He stopped for lunch at a Mexican restaurant on the way and then arrived at Lily's house just before 2PM.
It is almost 2pm,he will be here soon. I look at myself in the mirror. Does this dress look ok, black maybe to short. This will have to do. Brushing my hair and putting makeup on, god I feel like a kid. It is only a meeting on investments.
Well as I wait, I shall have a glass of wine. Why am I so nervous?
Ringing the doorbell, I look around at the well manicured yard surrounding the nice house. 'She needs investments?' I wondered to myself, and was pleasantly surprised by the beauty who opened the door.
"Hello, I'm Mateo Martinez, from Martinez Investments, we talked earlier, and you asked me to stop by."
Hi Mr. Matinez, I am Mrs. Lily Rose. *Please come in. He follow me into the living room*. Please sit down,so we both sat on the couch. Mr. Martinez you were highly recommented to me. This is all new to me, my husband past away and left me money to invest. * I thought to myself what a good looking guy this Mateo is* Do you think you could help me?
"Mrs. Rose, I'd love to help you. Do you have any idea of what you'd like to do with the money?" I open both of my bags, and as I pull out some paper and a pen from the one bag, you see what you think is an overnight bag before I zip it up. Then I pull out my laptop from the other bag and turn it on. "Don't worry, I can write and type at the same time," setting the laptop on one leg and balancing it as I get ready to take notes. Looking you up and down again, loving the way the short skirt wraps around your thighs, wondering what hidden treasures are beneath. My eyes wander up and are completely focused on your breasts as you begin to talk. I wonder if you noticed as I look at the laptop and bring up some information on several of my current favorite investment strategies.
I am so nervous, see him looking at me. Mr Martinez would it be better at the dinnering room table with your labtop? We can move in there. I knew i shouldn't have put this dress on. God, he is goodlooking. Standing up, I check with him again about moving.
SOrry about the delay, the weather here in Denver had me disconnected from the internet, and the rest of the telecomm world for a few days.
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"Um, well, yes that would be fine if we moved." I was trying to keep my attention on my notes but as she stood, all I could look at was her legs. Then as I started to stand, the laptop slid from my hand and as I reached to catch it I almost fell, the only thing that stopped me was reaching out and catching my hand around her upper thigh just below the hem of her skirt. Her soft skin so smooth under my fingers, as I righted myself and stood, my fingers trailed, and pulled her skirt up just a little.
"Excuse me, I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Rose." Blushing profusely as I feel the heat and throbbing rising inside my pants.
Mr Martinez it is ok. Are you ok and you labtop? See it is good we are moving into the diningroom. *I felt something when he touch my thigh, I can't feel that way* Please take a chair and put your computer on the table. I guess you know that thing well, I know nothing of it.. It is a mystery to me, maybe you could show me how a labtop works.
I am sorry, you came here to help me with investments. *why does he make me nervous*
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Feeling decidedly wicked all of a sudden, I sat, and then quickly pulled you into my lap. "I can show you all about it right now." Immediately noticing the way my cock throbbed against your ass as I showed you how to use the little mouse pad to move the cursor around the screen and how to double click the buttons to enter into programs. Accidentally I opened up a client list, full of sultry and sundry details of the likes and dislikes of my return lady clients. Not even noticing at first as I was busy inhaling the scent of your perfume and fighting off the urge to wrap my fingers around your legs and breasts.
Mr Martinez, well hmmm, thank you for showing me. The computer is very interesting. *So is this pad I am reading. Oh I should never have read it. He does know his clients*
*I think I better get up, feeling something , as I am sitting on him.* Thank you again, I better sit on a chair next to you. * I feel so warm, as I move on the chair right next to him. Keep looking at his pants.* Do you mind it I call you Mateo? So what do you think is the best for me?
* Start to watch him, wondering if. Lily stop it, you just lost your husband*
"No I don't mind at all, in fact, I'd love it if you called me Mateo. May I call you Lily? You're looking gorgeous today Lily, are you sure you wouldn't rather sit on my lap?" My eyes alternating glances from your breasts to your legs, back and forth, then noticing how you stare at my crotch, so I reach down and adjust myself brazenly.
"I think I have a few suggestions, some a bit more risque than others." Wondering right away if you noticed my slip of words.
Well, Lily, there are several investments that I know of in the area that would return large profits, but you'd have to be willing to, hmm...how to put this. Open yourself up to new avenues. *My hand falling lightly on your exposed thigh as you scoot your chair closer, closing down the sexual profiles of my clients and bringing up a website of a potential investment...Las Vegas Video*