My cock feels soft, gentle caresses. Slowly, it is sucked into a mouth. I break our kiss. I look over the shoulder of my sonâs girlfriend, and see a surprise. Quietly, my 28 year old secretary has come in the office, drawn by the loud love making, and knowing that I love to be sucked clean after making love, has stripped her clothes off. She wants to pleasure me while I finish with Sharon. She is randy, wanting to share in the next round of sex, and is willing to begin now.
Sharon stiffens, looks at my distraction. Surprised, embarrassed, and not knowing what to do. âOh shitâ is her response. I draw her back to my kisses while Vickee drops to my cock, and takes it completely down her throat, washing me clean. Suddenly, Sharon becomes rigid. I look down our bodies. While sucking my cock, Vickee has reached to Sharon, and inserted two fingers into her open cunt.
The next few minutes will be long! Where will it go?
I continue to kiss Sharon. My mind is racing! I have, in all my 51 years, never participated in a threesome. And it may be unfolding before me.
Vickee, my admin assistant for the past 4-years, is one of the amazon ladies we dream about. I would like to compare her to Linda Carter, of Wonder Woman fame. Tall at 6â1â, I guessed 145 lbs, athletic, shoulder length red hair, light complexion, and just plain gorgeous. When she first applied for my admin position, I was struck how pretty she was. We had chatted, laughed, and had fun in the interview. And most importantly, she was qualified! It was, I must say, the easiest decision to hire this young lady.
As my relationship grew with Vickee, she had become very valuable to me with her amazing understanding of the real estate development business. She was first an employee, with all the potential to learn and become involved with me as she wanted. Between her, my attorney, and my lead operations guy, we made a tight little successful company.
Long, tall and lithe, Vickee could take away your breath just looking at her. Sinfully endowed, and legs that went al the way up, Vickee could make a gunny sack look good. I found over a short period of time, that I was drawn to this young lady more than I realized. And, I think, she also felt a bond growing between us. I was definitely careful, I did not want a sexual harassment suit filed. But the tension was growing. She would dress in professional attire, but with a hint of sexuality. And often I would get the impression that more was available, but it stayed on a strictly professional basis.
As my business grew with a major project in Dallas, I began to travel there often, a day or two a week to oversee my minion and control my project. I purchased a luxury condo in downtown to stay in my visits. If I had to travel, at least I could do was avoid hotels. And after the 9/11 attack, I had purchased a nice corporate GIV SP for my use. I hated to wait at the airport. So, with no additional expense, I started to invite Vickee to travel with me occasionally. With the communications capability of the plane, and having a base from which to operate in Dallas, it made sense for her to tag along. Plus, she was great company. I also hated to go to a nice dinner by myself. So in addition to having the company, it made great business sense.
They have ongoing studies now regarding the corporate marriage of individuals that work closely together. The relationships get just like an old married couple, without the sexual relationship. More reports of this type of relationship made the Wall Street Journal on September 24, 2003 this week. Well, I believe that Vickee and I began this relationship. We grew closer and closer. And it was not a bad thing. She stayed at the condo with me, the place had 3-bedrooms and 3-baths. We were not bumping into each other, and again, the company was great.
Our physical relationship started about 15 months after she came to work with me. We were in Dallas for a couple of days on business, at the condo. I remember it was a Tuesday evening. We had worked hard into late late evening Monday and began early again Tuesday morning, hit the airport, boarded the plane to fly to Dallas.
We were both exhausted. My plane seats 12 passengers comfortably. One area in the back is partitioned off and has a 4 person divan, and can fold down to provide a sleep space should a nap be required. Since the flight is only slightly more than 2-hours, a quick nap is all you can get. Dog tired, we were both nodding off quickly when the flight began. Although comfortable chairs, rest is fractured and must be done in cat naps. Less than satisfying. I offered Vickee the divan to rest. Admittedly, she did jump at the chance to rest.
I set up the divan to accommodate her, and returned to my seat. I sent her to the back of the plane, and continued my drowsy ride to Dallas. It was just a short period of time, I heard Vickee calling for me to come back to her. Nothing urgent, but needed my assistance. When I got there, she had on a large T-shirt over her body, covered her down to the bottom of her ass and not much more. Great, tanned legs were visible below the T-shirt. She was lying on her stomach, hair pulled back in a pony tail, propped up on her elbows. Very inviting. And the T-shirt wrapped just around her shapely ass. It was an incredible sight!
âYes dearâ I said jokingly. âWhat can I do for you?â
âI was just thinking about how nice it would be to get a good backrubâ she replied. âInterested?â
Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. Interested, hell! I was extremely interested. And to keep my cool, I said âSureâ.
She stretched back out, flat on her stomach, hands crossed beneath her face, looking at me. âCome onâ she said, âthis in not a long flightâ and chuckled. I quickly moved to the side and sat down on the divan. Gingerly, I reached out to her back, and began to run her shoulders. Slowly, I massaged, kneaded, and moved my hand around her back. With each caress, she moaned softly. This was about the most erotic scene I could imagine, a nearly undressed 24-year old young lady, comfortable enough to have me rubbing her back at 41,000 feet.
I continued my massage of her body. Each time I rubbed up, the T-shirt would ride up on her ass. I would try to peak at her globes, wanting to touch them, and feel the softness. I refrained! My fingers ached to touch them. My cock began to think on its own, and began to chub. I thought to myself, stupid cock! I tried to see her panties, but none were visible. Each time, I would push the T-shirt back down, but it was annoying. And continuity was lost in the backrub. She could tell that I was not sure what to do about the T-shirt. She lifted her head, and told me to relax, and pull the T-shirt up out of the way if I needed. She was interested in a great backrub, and a T-shirt was not going to be the cause of a delay.
She lifted her ass off the divan, and pulled the T-shirt up to just below her breast level. I reached to pull the back up as well. Without prior knowledge, I let out a soft very audible moan. She had a thong on, and the cheeks of her ass were in view. Beautiful, soft, rounded cheeks. I slid my hand to the bare skin of the small of her back, and began to give her a backrub again. Up her back, shoulders, nape of the neck, on the back of the head just below the pig tail. Audible moans escaped her mouth as well.
Now understand, I was sitting sideways to her, twisting my torso around to give her a good backrub. Not uncomfortable, but I could do better if I were straddling her, and using both hands. My cock chubbed again. I kicked off my shoes. âHold stillâ I told her, and positioned one knee beside her. I swung the other leg over her, and positioned my crotch just below her ass. I lowered myself to her thighs, putting just enough weight for her to feel me. I leaned forward, placing both hands on the small of her back, fingers to the side of her torso, and began to rub her back. My mind said to travel down, feel the softness of her ass. Bad mind! Down boy! My hands traveled up her spine and sides of her body, firmly, yet gently enough that I could hear her breath exhale with my pressure, and inhale when I moved back slightly to start again.
I began to wish I had on other clothes, my dockers were not the most comfortable of items to be wearing. And with my chub, it was just plain uncomfortable. But I would not wish to stop. This was too erotic. As I leaned forward to begin massaging her shoulders, my crotch area pressed against her ass. She had to feel my chub. I could not hide it, and with its size, it was beginning to tent my dockers. I continued to rub her shoulders, wanting to feel her ass as I pressed forward gently.
âMmmmmmmmmmâ escaped her lips. My mind is racing 90-miles and hour. God I thought, is that for the backrub or my slight pressure on her ass. I continued to massage her back and shoulders, without taking my crotch too far from her ass. I was getting braver by the inch, ah... minute I mean. My massage began to move down the sides of her body. Fingers feeling the softness of her lower underarm area, sides of her tits flattened against the divan. I put pressure on my fingertips, letting them move the sides of her tits, massaging the firmness gently but trying to create and urgency in her body for more. Then it happened.