"Cynthia, what are your thoughts?" The pointed question brought her out of her daydream. She had been fondly remembering Steve waking her this morning by slowly sliding himself inside her. To wake up with a thick cock easing into her had been...scintillating.
"Look, strong AI isn't close yet - and it's probably not going to happen on current hardware. It's also probably not going to happen on the newest hardware until the kinks have been worked out. Again, no one has really figured this out. We either need to open the R&D pocketbooks a bit and take some risks in the cloud...or risk falling behind our competitors." She may have been dreaming through the presentation, but she had prepared for the meeting by reading through Bill's slides after Steve had left her house. Besides, Bill had earned himself a bit of a reputation: he had strong opinions about AI. In his mind, it was coming tomorrow, it was coming on new hardware, and everyone should immediately shift focus accordingly. She knew his angle before even reading his slide presentation.
Jeff, the CEO, was wise enough to seek a balanced council. Always one to tease out the nuances of both sides of an issue, Jeff followed up with "But we're already spending a large chunk of our budget shifting to the cloud. I just hired 30 new developers last quarter. Am I hearing you suggest we hire more to work on science projects that may not pan out? You already know that the board is getting antsy with our newfound cloud adventure."
Bob smirked at the pointededness in Jeff's voice. Cynthia knew Jeff well enough, though, to know he was only playing devil's advocate. He had already made up his mind. "Yes, that's correct. Look, we'll need that cloud expertise anyways. Let's assume that strong AI *is* around the corner. It's going to happen on the cloud, regardless. The new hardware will make it onto the cloud sooner than later. We may as well kill two birds with one stone and build that expertise."
As Jeff considered her response, she sat at the conference table, studying him. Dignified, tall, and around 50 (like most CEO's, she reflected), Jeff was quite handsome. If it wouldn't so-obviously conflict with her professional life, she would consider seducing him.
"He's probably married with kids", she mused, "but also likely spends small fortunes on high-end escorts." Powerful men tended to do those things, she knew...and she couldn't blame them. Those escorts were easy on the eyes - maybe she should look into trying such a service herself... She supposed that when the dust settles at work she should treat herself soon to the services of two girls - at the same time.
"Okay, thanks. Let me consider everything. I'll have my decision by tomorrow's morning meeting." The tone in Jeff's voice signaled the meeting was over.
Arriving in her office, Cynthia plopped down on her chair. The stress was palpable lately. The company was now in a winner-take-all race to achieving strong AI, and her future hinged on the company's success. Bob - a brilliant software developer who had risen to CTO - was not making her life easier. "He has such tunnel-vision...", she reflected as she rubbed her temples. She kicked her feet up on her desk, hands still on her temples, and studied her black heels as if to find wisdom in them.
Luckily, she had some ways to relieve that stress. For one, yoga after work was always a good way to relieve stress. And Steve...sex with him had been better than she could have hoped for. As if on queue, she felt a throbbing ache in her pelvis. It was a good ache - a reminder she had had quite the night (even if she had had to get up very early this morning...) Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she walked over to her personal coffee machine, poured her second cup of coffee for the day, and girded herself for the day ahead.
The following day was much the same. In the morning meeting - with no small satisfaction - she studied Bill's reaction as Jeff announced they were to move forward with Cynthia's plan. With that announcement, she knew was in for an even-longer-than-usual day at work.
Being chief scientist, she had her own suite complete with her own restroom. She glanced at its door, and decided to get comfortable. Much like yesterday, she poured herself her second cup of coffee after the morning meeting. While the coffee dripped into her cup, her glance found her restroom door. In for a long day - and even having to teach class tonight - she decided to get comfortable in the restroom.
Locking the door on her way in, she slipped off one heel and then the next. She was dressed in full-corporate fashion: cream heels, nylon stockings, and a matching cream skirt and business jacket. Lifting off her jacket and shirt, she unfastened her bra. With her bra off, Cynthia reflected men probably could not understand women's love-hate relationship with bras. They made a woman feel sexy...but they could be so uncomfortable!
Relaxed with her bra off, she remembered Steve's glance as her bra came off two nights ago. It had been a look of hunger. The memory turned her on. Also remembering that she had gotten Steve's phone number the morning before, she decided to set aside some time for play. Forgetting work for a moment, she texted him "Hey sexy...I'm looking forward to teaching you physics tonight..."
His reply text came back quickly: "I can't wait to see what tonight's lesson includes." Perhaps fitting for his age, the text was finished off with an eggplant emoji.
"I can't wait, either. Here's a taste to get you excited tonight." Cynthia did not typically do this, but she snapped a selfie in the mirror of her restroom with her arms across her breasts and sent it to Steve. She felt quite powerful and sexy when she did - she could see why all of the younger women did it so often... Cynthia took a moment to study the picture she had sent to Steve. Frankly, she felt she looked quite good for being in her late 30's - even if a slight bit of weight was beginning to accrue. Cynthia then sat down on the chair of her suite, and waited for his response text.
"Holy shit, that's hot. But I want to see what's under those arms!" Steve's reply text had come quickly - she expected it would. Cynthia knew that he had probably already-grown erect just from her unexpected picture. She decided to torture him a while by waiting some time to reply with "You'll get to see what's under after class. And after you study..."
The thought of another evening with Steve turned her on. Society would probably expect her to feel shame, but she felt only exhilaration. She had a handsome man almost 20 years her junior in her thrall. Men like Jeff did it all the time with young women - why shouldn't she?
She began to fantasize what tonight had in store. Would it be gentle? Would she perhaps hire an escort? Maybe one of those other boys from class might be interested in joining... or maybe she was going to introduce Steve to the kinky side.
Suddenly, Cynthia realized her hand was between her legs, slowly circling her clitoris. She did not even realize her hand had moved there. When she did, though...she lifted a leg on to the arm of her chair and slid a hand under her panties. With the tender, smooth, skin of her clitoris pressed firmly between two fingers, she began to pleasure herself.
With thoughts of what she was going to do with Steve consuming her, Cynthia became quickly aroused. That's when she decided to record with her phone the wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her...and to send it to Steve. In those moments, Cynthia got more than a few ideas of what she was going to do with Steve. After a shuddering orgasm quickly took her, she pressed the phone's "stop" button.
She quickly reviewed the video before sending it. She smirked to herself thinking that Steve may be in for some embarrassment if he opened the video in the wrong place. If the wet squishing sounds were not enough to give away what the video was, then undoubtedly her moaning would. Come to think of it, she was surprised about the moaning. Caught in the moment, she had not heard herself...but the recording did not lie - she had been enjoying herself loudly. With a grin, she sent the video to Steve.
His reply came back after she had cleaned up and resumed work at her desk. "Holy fucking shit that was hot! You're so sexy Professor Patterson!" Nothing in the text hinted at any embarrassment.
"Well Steve, I was thinking about what we're gonna do tonight."
"What are we going to do? I can't wait to find out. I'm so hard already..."
"Well, I need to finish some work before class, so you'll have to wait until tonight to find out."
