After our fantastic 9 o'clock meeting, we dressed and shared one more slow, delicious kiss, before exiting the conference room in a very professional manner. I looked to see if any of the employees sitting near the door of the conference room had any sly expressions on their faces, but everyone seemed quite intent on their own business. With a sigh of relief, I followed Rhonda back toward the part of the building where our desks were located. I admired Rhonda's sweet ass swaying back and forth as she preceded me through the aisles. When she passed my desk, she turned slightly and gave me one of her bewitching crinkle-nosed smiles before continuing on to her own desk.
I sat down at my desk, exhausted but invigorated at the same time. I logged on to my electronic calendar and reviewed my schedule for the day. I had scheduled one boring meeting after another with several stodgy department heads throughout the course of the day. Oh well, I thought, that's what they're paying me for. I gathered all the concentration I could muster and tried my best to concentrate on preparing for the next interview.
Throughout every meeting, my mind kept straying to the sweet scent of Rhonda's pussy, the glorious feel of her velvety wet pussy, and the vision of her head bobbing up and down on my rigid cock as it erupted my seed into her waiting mouth. Between meetings that afternoon, I was back at my desk when an email came in. It was from Rhonda.
"Dear Sam, I thoroughly enjoyed our meeting this morning. I hope I was able to help in you in your discovery efforts. I know that you will be scheduling some follow-up time together so we can continue where we left off. I'm looking forward to that. I was thinking that since you are visiting from out of town, you might prefer a home cooked meal to boring hotel restaurant food. How about tonight?"
I wrote back, "Dear Rhonda. I also enjoyed our meeting this morning tremendously. The hour we spent just wasn't enough time to cover everything I had hoped to. I appreciate your offer of a home cooked meal and gladly accept. What time?"
She replied with her address and added, "Cocktails at 6:30, dinner at 7 and 'dessert' after that. See you at 6:30."
"I'll be there," I shot back.
The remainder of the afternoon went by quickly. My thoughts were racing with images of what I would do with Rhonda that evening, and what she would do with me! I left the office at 5:30 and drove the short distance to my hotel. I took a nice, long shower and daydreamed about my sweet Rhonda as the warm water cascaded over me. I lathered my plump cock, which quickly grew to full size as I washed it gently, stoking its full length, envisioning Rhonda's warm mouth wrapped around it. Between the feel of the warm water, slick soap, and visions of Rhonda, I quickly brought myself to release there in the shower. There's plenty more where that came from, I thought.
Feeling very relaxed, I put on my favorite silk shirt and loose fitting jeans and left for Rhonda's place. I pulled up in the driveway of her modest, but comfy-looking country house at 6:25. I rang the doorbell and heard her call from within, "I'm coming!"
You will be, I thought.
My angelic Rhonda opened the door, looking more beautiful than she had at work that day. She wore a low-cut sundress made of a light gauze material. Her skin seemed to glow in the warm radiance of her porch light.
"You're early, Sam!" she smiled.
"Well, I guess I was anxious to get started," I laughed.
"Yeah, just like me this morning," she giggled. "What do you think of my place?"
"It's charming," I replied. "Very cozy."
"Well come on in, lover boy."
She took my hand and led me to the front room. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck drawing me to her lips. We shared a long and slow kiss before she drew away and pushed me onto the soft leather couch.
"The nice thing about tonight," she began, "is that we have all night to enjoy each other, not just an hour."
"Yes," I agreed. "Let's take our time and enjoy every second."
"What would you like to drink," she asked.
"Scotch on the rocks, please."
"Sounds good to me, too."
She filled a couple of tumblers with some Johnnie Walker Black Label and joined me on the couch. We clinked glasses and sipped, gazing at each other over the rims. Her golden hair gleamed in the low-lit lamps and cozy fire she had burning. The aroma of our dinner wafted through the house making me salivate.
"Are you hungry, Sam?" she asked.
"Famished, Rhonda," I replied.
"Well I have prepared a special evening for us. By the time you leave I think you will be well-satisfied."
"I'm sure I will," I agreed. "I just hope you are, too."
"I have no doubt," she replied demurely.
We continued our casual conversation punctuated by sexual innuendos and moments of silence where we would just gaze into each other's eyes. We shared another round of drinks and more than a few soft kisses there on the couch. The urgency of the morning's sexual fury was replaced with a slow savoring of each minute together.
Rhonda would go to the kitchen now and then to check on dinner while I admired her lithe silhouette illuminated by the kitchen light. Was it the scotch, or was she glowing? Then she would return to me and cuddle up next to me for another toast, a smile and a kiss. After a little while, she announced, "Dinner is ready. Come into the dining room." She took me by the hand and led me into an adjoining room where a large antique table and chairs stood majestically. Two place settings adorned the ends of the table. The center was decorated with a lovely centerpiece and lit candles.
