All Grown Up and On My Own (Closed for lovingfingers)

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Morning - All About Composure

I don't know what it is but every time I am in your presence my brain becomes muddled. Was it the continuing fantasizing about your big black cock fucking me? Or was it the way you nonchalantly act around me even though we had a threesome with my best friend's dad? I was in such disarray that I forgot to ask you about the meeting we were supposed to have yesterday with a new client.

As I tried to compose myself I looked at my calendar and saw that the meeting was postponed to this morning at 10:00 am. My heart began to race because I was too busy fucking and sucking this past weekend that I didn't even research the new client. I was so flustered now as I began to Google Dylan Sullivan. So many articles popped up that before I could even get past seeing the picture of a very handsome, distinguished gentleman the elevator doors opened and there he was. I looked at the time and gasped seeing that he was 30 minutes early.

I couldn't take my eyes off him as he strolled into the office observing every little thing that was happening until I finally summoned up the courage, stood, smoothed out my skirt and walked towards Mr. Sullivan.

"Mr. Dylan Sullivan I presume?" extending my hand to greet him. Up close he was even more strikingly handsome that staring into his eyes made my pussy tingle. "Would you please sit while I let Mr. Johnson know that you are here?"

While I guided you to a couch outside my boss' office I turned and walked back to my desk and buzzed him letting him know you arrived.
"Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Water?" My heart racing and feeling like it was about to explode out of my chest. Thoughts ran through my head as I sat, not able to not steal glances of Mr. Sullivan. Easy now Megan. He's a potential client of the firm. A big one. Don't fuck this up

My phone buzzes practically knocking me out of my seat as I was so entranced in thought about Mr. Sullivan. I stand and ask Mr. Sullivan that Mr. Johnson will see you now. As you stand I can't help but tingle all over and I open the door to Mr. Johnson's office, "please" flashing Mr. Sullivan a nervous smile.

 

[irieman1]

I look up from my phone, the clicking of what certainly appear to be “fuck me” heels catching my attention. My first glimpse of the stunning brunette with shapely long legs descending from a very short mini skirt a delicious first impression. Thoughts of those legs wrapped around my head and heels scraping my back causes my cock to stir as I smile and extend my hand. “That would be me. My apologies for being a bit earlier than scheduled but I do love getting up first thing in the morning, get the blood flowing.” Taking her petite hand into mine and impressed by the firm grip and eye contact. I gaze into her doe-ish brown eyes, a captivating blend of innocence with a hint of mischief. “Please call me Dylan”.

Taking my seat and watching the lovely sway of her ass, accentuated and perched up by the strappy black leather stilettos as she returns to her desk. I politely decline her offer, my preference of bending her over the desk and fucking her brains out not one of her stated options.

 

[irieman1]

Standing slowly as she opens the door to the office and slightly brushing against her as I enter, I detect the first whiff of perfume. Catching myself before I drift too far, I extend my hand to Kye “Mr Sullivan is my father, I’m Dylan. My research shows you have had quite a year. You must have a good team that works together and goes the extra mile”. Glancing over at Megan with a wink “I do look forward to a deeper dive and getting more intimately familiar with them.” Her perfume lingering in my brain...musing “Business before pleasure sure.....but what good is business if it is not immensely pleasurable? I already can buy anything I want including elite escorts, but I enjoy the flirts, teases, seduction of courting someone new like the heavenly vision that greeted me this morning.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Morning - Wrong First Impression?

Standing in my boss' office doorway, there was something about Mr. Sullivan I didn't like. Was it his forwardness? Was he giving off the aura of being a bit crude? Not exactly sure what it was but it was something regardless of how good looking I found him, sexy even. Probably has had many women fawning over him and has probably bedded most, if not all of them.

Nevertheless, my energy was high as I watched the two very handsome men greet each other while I stood like a servant waiting to be directed. "Would that be all sir?" Not sure why I called you sir. That was strange as I always called you Mr. Johnson.

 

[Rutting_Bull]

Taking Dylan’s hand as he offers it, and giving it a good firm shake. Impressed by his firm grip and eye contact, I smile and say “very nice to meet you Dylan, on behalf of the company ... we look forward to a fruitful mutual relationship.” Turning to Megan (who I’ve noticed Mr. Sullivan eyeing thoughtfully) as she asks if that will be all, making an immediate judgement call in my head as she nervously awaits my response. “Not at all Miss Roberts, why don’t you sit in on this one? Learn the ropes? That is ... if Dylan here doesn’t mind being muscled by one of my protégés ...?” Grinning as I see the pure shock in her eyes, and the delight in his.

I release Dylan’s hand and move to grab a chair, bringing it to my side of the desk, offering it to Megan with a big black hand as I stand and wait for her to sit. Watching as Dylan takes his seat across from me, noting how he doesn’t betray even a hint of nervousness as he does so. “This is going to be fun” I muse internally “intense, but fun”

 

[irieman1]

Smiling as I take my seat, Megan’s short skirt at eye level as she passes to join Kye behind the desk. A second hint of her perfume and clicking of those sexy heels making my cock stir. It takes a sharp “Focus” in my mind to jar me back to the moment. “I think that is a fine idea Kye...the more the merrier I always say”. Chuckling softly, “Muscle? Megan you certainly do not strike me as someone who would unduly exert leverage“. Smiling and catching her eye just before she sits. “Although past experience tells me never judge a book by its cover...you just might be a tigress down deep”. Making a mental note of Kye waiting for her to sit before he does and the proximity of the chair he grabbed to his....”quite cozy”.

“I do look forward to working with both of you and any additional staff you suggest. You will find I am an open book as we work through this and very upfront in all my dealings. No secrets. I’m sure you both will be the same”.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Morning - My First....Client Meeting

I couldn't believe it! I could not believe that you invited me into this initial meeting with a potentially huge client in your office when I had no time to prep myself. I hate being surprised like this. Well, maybe I don't hate all surprises as I catch the scent of my boss' musky cologne as he holds a chair for me.

With my heart racing 100 mph as I sit smoothing out my skirt, I glance across at the new client holding his gaze and where I may have felt somewhat uncomfortable at first, the more he spoke, the less I found him to be an alpha jerk. He gave my a slight smile and I in return did the same as I rest my hands on my lap as my boss sat down right next to me, his body blocked by the desk but mine visible to Mr. Sullivan.

I could feel the tension building in the office, but it wasn't the usual anxiety tension that comes with the high expectations to trying to land a big client, it was something else. Every now and then I would catch Mr. Sullivan looking at me but I couldn't tell if he was checking me out or just trying to include me in the talks, which were very congenial by the way. It was as if Mr. Sullivan and my boss were on the same page as if they knew each other for years. Which of course reminded me of the other weekend with Sean and Mr. Johnson. My body shuddered at the thought as I sat there, a slight buzzing between my closed legs.

Every now and then throughout their talk Mr. Johnson would place his hand against my arm, not sure if he knew what effect of him touching me was having on me, especially with the thoughts of the not too distant threesome running through my head and being in a closed office with two incredibly sexy men.

Trying to compose myself I reached across the front of MR. Johnson and the desk and grabbed the pitcher of water and glass and offered to our guest, "would you like some?" unaware that my scoop top was hanging a little low giving Mr. Sullivan a glimpse of my lacy black bra.

 

[irieman1]

The initial talks unfolded in a relaxed fashion. I had done my homework, actually my team of analysts had done the heavy lifting, and the company was on solid ground. Strong performance over the past 3 years, a well earned reputation and intriguing potential for growth. The one thing holding it back from really taking off was working capital. Jennifer had laid this out quite clearly the previous evening, among many other more intimate things. Thoughts of her insatiable nature, oral fixation and admittance of finding women equally attractive all contributed to keep me in a constant state of arousal as the other side of my brain digested Kye’s presentation.

Megan had chimed in from time to time and seemed exceptionally bright. Her beauty so natural and she smiled easily as her anxiety diminished. Gorgeous and smart...my weakness. Involving her allowed me to enjoy lengthy gazes as the three of us found a good rhythm in questions and clarifications. She really seemed to be gaining confidence as she went, a very appealing development.

As Megan grabbed the pitcher and offered the water, my eyes caught a glimpse of her lacy bra and sent a jolt into my already buzzing libido. My cock started to stiffen immediately and gaze lingered a bit longer than appropriate in this setting. Catching myself, I smiled slowly, eyes moving up to hers “I would love some..thank you”. Quickly crossing my legs and lowering the folder in my hands to conceal my almost fully rigid cock as thoughts of a lacy matching pair of bottoms drifted through my mind, how sweet she must taste. Felt like a damn high schooler with a boner in class...amazed at the reaction she set off in me. This one is special...chuckling inside....like the one whose taste I had reluctantly brushed off my teeth and tastebuds earlier this morning. Those two should meet.

 

[Rutting_Bull]

My respect and admiration for Dylan was growing with each passing minute as we covered ground, business-wise. And I enjoyed watching Miss Roberts fidget and squirm a bit at the outset, I knew she would rise to the occasion though, and more importantly, I enjoyed seeing the effect that Megan was having on our potential new client. He seemed interested in her, smiling and flirting even, while she was warming up to him as well. I knew that a man with his acumen wouldn’t let his guard down though … not so quickly anyways. He would need coaxing, and prodding God I’d love to prod Miss Roberts right about now, I mused as she leaned across and grabbed up the pitcher, her perfume tantalizing my desires even further as I inhaled her sweet, floral, essence. I watched as she poured the water slowly into the glass and handed it to Dylan. His eyes drinking her in, like she was the refreshing beverage he really craved. I couldn’t help but lick my suddenly very dry lips as a thought lighted in my lamp. “Lunch” I choked out, somewhat surprised to hear my own voice. “Let’s do lunch, the three of us.” My big hand reaching out to steady Megan’s chair as she sat again, my long, dark fingers gently teasing her arm suggestively before turning back to Dylan. “I feel like this is near a done deal. Our firm can benefit you, by way of security for your assets, our track record in investments speaks for itself. And you are, if you don’t mind my saying, just the kind of whale we hope comes striding through those doors.” My gaze, confident and reassuring as it flitted between Dylan and Megan. “The only thing that remains to be seen, is if we’re a fit … personally … so how about it?” I asked “Megan, you pick the spot?”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Late Morning - Working Lunch?

As I reach for the water pitcher and glass I steal a glance at Mr. Sullivan's crotch and notice a slight bulge in his pants. I glance up only to see him staring back at me with a knowing smile on his face causing me to blush as I sit back. I do all I can not to shake as I pour the glasses of water but with Mr. Johnson's fingers lightly brushing slowly on my arm, my hand shakes a little but manage not to spill any.

I lean across to hand Mr. Sullivan his glass without looking in his eyes and realize that my top is hanging low and he could see right down my blouse. I sit back up and press my hand to my chest noticing that my nipples are hard as pebbles. Being in the same room with these two sexy men is surely getting to me and when you suggested lunch and me to recommend a place all I could think about was the dinner we had with Sean where I found out about you and him and Amanda.

My heart started racing with the flashback to that night. It seems that ever since I have moved to this city all I think about is sex, sex and more sex.

"How about that restaurant where we had dinner with Sean?" trying to act nonchalant and to hide the fact that the place was the prerequisite for the threesome we had afterwards. It was then that I looked across at Mr. Sullivan and noticed the smirk on his face as if he knew what I was thinking.

 

[Rutting_Bull]

“The place we went with Sean eh?” I ask with the hint of a lascivious grin. “Good times … good times” my voice trailing off as my eyes glaze over with the memories for an instant, smiling as I come back from my trip down memory lane. “That sounds excellent. What do you think Dylan?” I ask as I casually reach down to smooth my slacks, attempting to hide my visible excitement. My eyes shifting from Dylan to Megan, noticing how hot and bothered she is by the proposition of having the two of us for lunch. Excellent idea Kye, I think to myself as I take a glass of water, licking my thick, dark lips before having a sip, letting out a satisfied “ahhh” as I set the glass down. Trying to keep my hands and eyes off of Megan, as I have the urge to stand, lock the door, and fuck her brains out with Dylan right here and now.

 

[irieman1]

I take the glass of water from Megan’s petite hand as she leans forward. A slight shake, initially thinking Kye’s invitation of the three of us going to lunch might be outside her comfort zone. But after getting a healthy glimpse of her swollen nubs poking through her bra and blouse, I grin slowly as the tumblers begin to click in my brain. Kye had brushed against her many times during the meeting, soft touches a bit inappropriate given the current MeToo discussion. Yet, they did not seem unwanted....she was getting increasingly turned on. My cock twitched at the thought, she is fucking Kye...the lucky bastard!

“Lunch sounds perfect.” Flashing Megan a Cheshire Cat grin....”my appetite has been building steadily. I’m actually ravenous at this point.” Turning to Kye as his recollection of “good times” confirms my suspicion. “We have made some good progress this morning and hopefully the numbers work as well as discussed. I will send along to my team for further scrutiny. In the meantime I agree, let’s break bread and get to know each other a bit better.”

There had been more than one occasion over the years where a business partner had included a “sweetener” to close a deal. A young intern, escort on the payroll or in one instance the owner of the company herself to fuck my brains out and get a signature on the dotted line. I certainly indulged on each occasion yet never let on that my mind was already made up by the numbers. I wondered if that was the case with these two. No doubt now that they have history but did he use her in the same fashion? Well, there was one way to find out. Closing my laptop..”Shall we?”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Late Morning - Lunch for Three

I was happy that you were happy with my choice of restaurant knowing of our history there but sure that history would not repeat itself being that this is a potential huge client that seems ready to sign on the dotted line. My heart was pumping like crazy with excitement of being involved in my first big deal.

I stood and smoothed out my short black skirt realizing just how short it was. "Let me call and reserve a booth before we head over. I'm sure it won't be a problem and they can fit us in" as I look from one handsome man to the other. From what I remember the wait staff were completely involved and accommodating and the food was really exquisite.

I pushed my hair back and smiled down and then up at Mr. Sullivan as I was going to pass through the tight space when he stood. His towering presence made me feel so submissive and pairing with my boss Mr. Johnson, I was like a little meat sandwich between the two. As I passed Mr. Sullivan, I let out a little squeak of "excuse me" feeling the warmth between my legs start to form. This was going to be a rough lunch to get through I thought to myself.

I walked my way back to my desk and made the call to the restaurant and started to freshen up a little with my mind racing with thoughts of how sexy Mr. Sullivan is and what it would be like to be in bed with him. He doesn't seem as bad as I first thought. God, I'd fuck him. God Megan, you would fuck anyone!

 

[Rutting_Bull]

As Megan stood and moved between us I watched Dylan’s eyes shift over her tight little frame, my own eyes were unable to help themselves from drinking her in as well. I smiled knowingly, my length stirring in my slacks as my mind wandered from our past tryst, to the one I was sure we were about to embark on. “Ahem, very good Miss Roberts” enjoying how obviously flustered she was getting, surely at the prospect of having the two of us share in her carnal delights. “I’ll finish up a few things here and then we can hit the road.” Looking then to Dylan, as Megan sauntered out of my office “Well, good sir, I think this is going to be a very fruitful relationship” standing to shake his hand again “I won’t be long here, Megan can give you directions to the place, and the time for our reservation once she makes it.” The grin still plastered to my face “she and I will probably carpool, she may want to take her own car though and head home after. This is our only business for the day as we cleared our schedule for you” releasing his hand and sitting again. Hoping he didn’t notice my obvious arousal while I stood on the other side of the desk. This is going to be a wild ride, I thought to myself as Dylan turned to leave the office.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Lunch - Tight Ride?

Calling the restaurant from my desk I kept peering into my boss' office as I was put on hold, seeing them talking and shaking hands. God they were both so sexy. When the hostess returned to let me know they had availability I was excited and booked it.

When I looked back up I could see Mr. Sullivan walking towards me and I could not help but notice the bulge in his snug pants. Not sure if that was his usual state or if he was somehow aroused, but either way it was quite impressive.

I picked up my cell and opened the Uber app. As I was searching for availability I didn't see that Mr. Sullivan was standing over my desk staring down at my open white blouse. With my heart racing I raised a finger for Mr. Sullivan to wait while I finished ordering our ride to the restaurant.

 

[irieman1]

Fruitful Indeed

Another waft of Megan’s perfume as she slid by, her squeak of “excuse me” betraying a hint of nervousness. She had gradually found her comfort level as the meeting progressed, a charming development. I so enjoyed seeing sharp young minds get over the mental hump of inexperience and let their natural talents flourish. It was gratifying and why I sought only the best and brightest for my team. The fact that they were all nubile and under 25 did not please my wife, but her perpetual “angry at the world” attitude made that inevitable anyways. I certainly did get a kick out of my peers referring to them as Dylan’s Angels.

Shaking Kye’s hand and nodding as he expressed confidence in our potential partnership. “Fruitful” resonating as the juicy peach of Megan’s ass sauntered by. Hearing I would be getting directions was a bit disappointing but understandable. Kye was obviously looking for a bit of time alone with his work crush. Maybe a hot blowjob as an appetizer on the ride over. The thought made me stiffen a bit more, part jealous, part aroused. A move I definitely would have made if she was mine.

I walked out of the office and towards Megan’s desk. My mind twirling and thinking maybe I will stop at the hotel first. Thoughts of Jennifer from last night creep back into my mind, how voracious a cocksucker she was. My arousal intensified as I approached. I saw her eyes drift to my crotch....only fair since I was getting another eyeful of her cleavage and perky young breasts framed in a lacy bra. She raised a finger as she finished her call, resisting my impulse to draw it to my mouth and suck. Grinning...sometimes it is not the kill..but the thrill of the chase.

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Lunch With The New Client

After confirming pickup I placed my hands on the edge of the desk and pushed my chair back and stood. This action caused my smallish chest to push out. Making eye contact with Mr. Sullivan, I walked out from behind my desk and went to Mr. Johnson's office door and announced to both that "the car would be here in 10 minutes and we can all fit", but thinking that someone would have to sit in the front seat, although a lot of these drivers have so much of their crap up front that we may have to all squeeze in the back. The image in my mind sitting squeezed between these two hunky men made me tingle, but it was a short ride so I should be alright.

"I'm going to freshen up before we head out" I announce as I could feel my heart race. The whole morning I have flipped back and forth from being aroused to calm and back ot aroused it was a wonder that I wasn't freaking out from being on edge all morning. And now I will have to spend at least an hour entertaining our new client over lunch.

Coming back form the ladies room I see Mr. Sullivan standing by my desk still. As I approach, Mr. Johnson summons me to his office and tells me that I will have to take our potential client to lunch, that something unavoidable has come up, and handed me his corporate credit card. With a wink he instructs me to make sure we land this client. He's huge!

With my heart racing and practically rising in my throat from nerves I nod and ask my boss if he's sure and he says that I have all the potential to be a great salesperson. He also said to use all the talents that I am blessed with to land what may be the biggest client the firm has ever had.

I ensure Mr. Johnson that I will do my best to get Mr. Sullivan to sign on the dotted line. With that I turn and walk out flipping my hair and asking Mr. Sullivan, "are you ready to eat?" as I walk past and grab my bag. "The car is downstairs waiting." I start to walk towards the elevator, surely Mr. Sullivan's eyes are staring at my ass so I gave it a little extra shake, trying to muster up the composure for what is sure to be the most important lunch I have ever had.

 

[irieman1]

Insatiable Appetite

As Megan leaves to “freshen up” I steal another glimpse of her stunning legs, the tight black mini skirt barely covering her ass. She certainly knows how to dress to impress and turn heads. I wonder how that plays out in the office dynamic. No doubt every male co-worker has daydreamed of fucking her and certainly some of the women as well. But there must be some jealousy and gossip given her natural beauty and close relationship with the boss despite her youth and short tenure. Office slut is a tough label to shake. The thought drifted slowly away, not my concern unless this partnership comes to fruition.

Turning my focus back to business, I email an update to my team on the morning meeting. Jennifer and the Angels to continue crunching the numbers and Michelle my longtime attorney to initiate legal review. Jennifer is my rising star but Michelle is a Hall of Famer. Brilliant, fearless and the only one willing to challenge my decisions and consider unseen angles. The fact that she was a smoldering 5’9 redhead with a martial arts trained body and possessed a dazzling smile and playful eyes only made her more formidable. My already buzzing libido jolted, a particular memory flooding back in.

Just as my cock stirs yet again, I hear Megan’s loaded question, looking up as she confidently strides towards me and grabs her bag before continuing on towards the elevator. Momentary mental paralysis by the intersection of one of my hottest memories and the lovely young woman who has captivated me all morning gives me pause. The little extra shake gives me cause. Grinning as I follow and stand beside her waiting for the door to open. “My mouth has been watering for some time now.” I hold my satchel in front of my now fully rigid cock as yet another hint of Megan’s perfume fills my senses. Thinking to myself, this should be an interesting elevator ride. “ Is Kye not joining us?”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Going Down

Deleted For Duplication

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Going Down

Stepping into the elevator and waiting for Mr. Sullivan to catch up, my eyes fixed on his fitness and my mind begins to wander as I press the button for the ground floor.

As the elevator doors close I turn to Mr. Sullivan and step to him and place my hands on his suit jacket and lean in to kiss his throat, kicking my right leg up in the air behind me. Mouthing my way along his throat and neck as my hands turn downward and push down over his belt, undoing it swiftly and opening the pants. Without looking I start to crouch before him, hands tugging his pants and boxers down over his hips, face to face with his thick cock. Reaching with my right hand I wrap my fingers around his veiny cock and bring the head to my lips, my tongue soft and wet, sliding out to lap and lick around the swelling head before I sink further down taking more of his hot, hardening cock in my wanton mouth.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

I begin to bob slowly on his cock, stretching my lips around the girth of his beautiful cock, the saliva building in my mouth and the heat between my legs needing attention when I hear Mr. Sullivan ask,

"are you coming?"

That's when I snapped out of my daydream and realized we were at the ground floor.

"oh yes, sorry Mr. Sullivan. I was caught in a daydream." I replied with my cheeks all flushed and my pussy wet with desire.

 

[irieman1]

Smiling at Megan as I step in, my mind drifts to a distant memory. Love in an elevator occurring on more than one occasion. My cock strains against my trousers as the memory floods back in, the raging hardon concealed by my satchel. Thoughts of Michelle going down on me, the elevator door opening to a crowded floor not giving her pause, one of the best blowjobs of my life making my cock twitch. Standing behind Megan, it takes all of my self control to keep from grabbing her perfect hips and pulling her back against me.

I am a bit surprised Kye begged out but the fact that this nubile intelligent woman was now mine alone for lunch makes me smile. Despite just having met her a few hours earlier, I have rapidly developed a fondness for Megan. She was sexy as hell but it was her emerging confidence that stoked my embers. This young woman oozed sensuality and seemed to be just fine with displaying it. As the elevator came to a stop I detected a subtle moan. Was she thinking of her boss and reticent of him not joining us? Stepping past her as my mind recalculates the possibilities, I move into the lobby and not hearing her heels, turn to see her still standing in the elevator with a distant gaze in her eyes. “Are you coming?”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - On Our Way!

I felt a little flush as I step put of the elevator and into the lobby before heading through the revolving doors to our car waiting outside. I opened the door and slipped my left foot in and as I sat my short skirt rose up as my legs were quite spread trying to get into the backseat, catching my skirt and pushing it down before my black panties were exposed, or so I thought!

I slid over behind the driver and waited for Mr. Sullivan to get in behind me. I tried to compose myself from my elevator fantasy as the driver started away.
"Liberty Steakhouse please" although he should have already known from giving my destination on the phone.

With only a few minutes to the restaurant I made an effort at small talk, "so Mr. Sullivan, are you in town for just the day or will you be staying longer to enjoy what our city has to offer?" asking as I kept my stare straight ahead trying not to make eye contact.

 

[irieman1]

Appetizer

Smiling as she walks past me to the waiting car and seeing Megan’s flushed face. I certainly have an inkling of what sort of daydream had this effect on this lovely young woman. As she steps into the vehicle, I catch a glimpse of her matching lacy panties sending another jolt to my swollen cock. A woman does not wake up and put on a set like that to just “feel sexy”. No, a woman puts those on in the morning with the expectation of revealing them to a lucky man..or woman later. And if Kye was too busy….then the lucky man can certainly be me.

I slide in next to her, my satchel sliding down from my lap as I do. Any thoughts of modesty are being rapidly replaced by more carnal desires. I gently place my hand on Megan’s and answer “ most likely just a few days but do enjoy squeezing in as many of the city’s charms as possible while I am here. Perhaps you can be my tour guide?” Grinning slyly as I squeeze her hand, “I would assume you can show me some of the hidden gems.”

 

[silkysylvia]

Tuesday Afternoon - Getting There

I was feeling quite flush on the Uber ride over to the restaurant and when Mr. Sullivan placed his hand on mine it made my pussy tingle. It felt like I have been on this ascending ride of arousal since Mr. Sullivan arrived at the office, and now it was building quite rapidly being alone with him in such close quarters. I clenched my thighs together to alleviate the buzzing sensation between my legs but it only seemed to intensify my arousal.

I let out the softest of sighs when I relaxed my thighs and responded to Mr. Sullivan, "I am actually pretty new to the city as I just moved here about a month ago, so I don't know how good of a tour guide I would be. Perhaps Mr. Johnson could show you some of the highlights of our city". My heart was racing in my chest as I looked at Mr. Sullivan, his hand still on mine, I just wanted to straddle him right there in the Uber but that would be so unprofessional of me and we only had about a minute before we would arrive at the restaurant.

 

[irieman1]

Just a Taste

Hearing Megan’s soft moan, I eased my grip on her hand. Her thighs at first clenching, then releasing causing her skirt to ride a bit higher as her knees parted. Catching another brief glimpse of her laced panties only further emboldened me. There was no doubt in my mind she was aroused, but was it a professional assignment given by her boss she was fucking or genuine attraction? Although my ego leaned one way, at this point it was irrelevant. I wanted her in the worst way and discarded any business first thoughts.

My hand slid off of hers, gliding over her silky smooth thigh and moving downward. Fingertips brushed lightly against the edges of her panties and traced slowly up and down the combination of lace and smooth skin. My cock throbbed heavily as the car pulled up to the restaurant. I dragged my fingers slowly up the center of her folds covered by the drenched thin fabric. An evil grin formed as I pulled my hand back and brought my fingers to my lips, taking a quick taste. I leaned over and whispered in her ear as the doorman let us out “Mmm I can’t wait to eat.”