Lora Piatti had a lovely body, some may offer the opinion that it was indeed incredible. Small and trim. 5'4" tall, just over 100 pounds, 24 inch waist, 34 inch hips, 35B breasts, full and firm. More than a handful as the old saying goes. Shapely legs, slim to match her body but with good muscle definition; she's unlikely to ever have a problem with an ass that's anything but taut, tight, and bubble-shaped. Thick brown hair that cascaded halfway down her back, dark eyes that virtually sparkled in every light, almost olive complexion, relatively small mouth, full dark lips, bright even teeth.
The combination of tight curves was amazingly sensual but it was that absolutely perfect ass of Lora's that drove the boys, and the men, fucking wild. Taut, tight, and it looked like a bubble rising up, and almost daily Lora encased this derriere for the Gods in increasingly shorter and tighter skirts purchased from the small boutique that she managed in the upscale mall. This gorgeous young twenty-two-year-old woman was made for just one thing; and if the looks from the males were any clue, Lora was only just beginning to realize what that was!
There was just one teeny-tiny problem with this scenario. You see, Lora had only been with one man sexually in her entire life, her high school sweetheart who was now graduated from an Ivy League university and was working as a commodities trader on Wall Street while Lora still lived in her hometown near Washington, DC. Theirs was an Amtrak relationship, every other weekend one or the other would travel so that they could spend about thirty-six hours together. While Lora's libido and sense of adventure was becoming increasingly more pronounced, her boyfriend seemed to be almost oblivious to his horny and beautiful girlfriend's sexual desires, such was his focus on his career. Why, he had never even gone down on her, ever.
That was to bode well for thirty-eight year-old John Williamson, the Mall Manager, who with each passing day was rapidly becoming the proverbial apple of Lora's eye, and the source of her frequent masturbation sessions both in her bedroom and in the solitude of her stock room on a slow retail day. If only he knew how many pairs of panties Lora had saturated with her self-induced cream fantasizing about the slightly older, charming, sophisticated Ladies' man. Lora had also taken recently to watching graphic porn on the Internet and On-Demand, so that she could analyze different oral techniques and fucking positions. She was like a grad student cramming for her final exams.
John had fucked several of the other retail store shop owners or managers, as Lora knew from the local Mall gossip. John himself remained very discreet in his dalliances, but, well, you know how women talk. Especially when John was supposedly endowed with an eight-inch cock and a tongue that was legendary. Both appendages were rumored to have the stamina and precision of a fine Rolex timepiece.
Lora had heard from blonde Yvonne from the Flower Shop, who was the apparently somewhat-steady fuck of John's, under the cross-your-heart promise of secrecy, of course, that John had entertained Yvonne and Lisa, the cute, petite African American girl from Fashion Bug with the huge jugs, in a menage-a-trois that wore out both girls while John was still going strong.
It was also pretty widely known that Judy, the statuesque brunette regional manager from Ralph Lauren was another charter member of John's Frequent Rider program. And, there was one of Lora's regular customers who also worked as John's 'personal assistant' in the mall office named Jayne, an older, classy woman in her mid-forties with flaming red hair and a body of a woman half her age (Lora knew from seeing her try on outfits in the dressing room), who dropped less than subtle hints that she had a 'special relationship' with the handsome Mall Manager.
So, chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry, aged from twenty to forty-five, John had captivated and captured each of their pussies.
But that was exactly what Lora wanted from what would become only the second man to be invited to have her own pussy. Experience, confidence, and size.
If she married her workaholic boyfriend, Lora would no doubt someday become a comfortable trophy wife living in the Hamptons or Greenwich or in Westchester County.
But that's not what excited Lora, not anymore, as her hormones raged stronger and more vibrant every day. No, she couldn't envision a life with a self-centered man with a low sex drive, no inclination to serve her orally, and an almost impotent cock that was barely five inches long.
Lora wanted to be a sex kitten.
And she knew just the man who could help her with this choice. And when.
Lora had requested a meeting with John through her customer and mall employee Jayne, and Lora asked that it be after 6 p.m. on a weekday under the auspices that she couldn't leave her store unattended until her night shift relief arrived. Lora was informed by Jayne that John had an 'opening' the following Thursday at 6:30, and he would be available to see her at that time. Lora estimated that she would probably play with herself enough between now and the meeting date to set some kind of self-pleasure world record.
Lora prepared for the meeting that morning by shaving her pussy so diligently that it didn't have a hint of a wisp of pubic hair, and she augmented her natural scent with a sprinkling of perfume between her labia, which burned for a minute, but also literally steamed her cunt when mixed with the continual moisture that Lora leaked in her nether regions.
Her outfit that day was especially provocative, even considering Lora's increasingly daring propensity for revealing attire. A white, sheer button-down blouse with the sheerest of ivory lace push-up bras beneath it. Tight, super-short black mini, that allowed for a view of the tops of Lora's ebony thigh-high stockings with every stride. Black 4-inch stiletto pumps, classy enough to be fashionable, but daring enough to certainly be referred to as 'fuck-me' shoes.
And, three changes of thongs that day alone while she worked in her store, one because of another clandestine self-homage session, and the other necessitated by the constant stream of humidity cascading from between her legs from mere anticipation of her upcoming 'meeting'. As six-thirty arrived, Lora finally settled on a sheer lemon-yellow thong with silk flowers embroidered subtly into the fabric.
Lora walked nervously into the outer office and was surprised to see Jayne still there, yet obviously gathering her belongings to pack up for the day. Jayne cordially greeted Lora and invited her into the office's plush conference room, explaining that John was finishing up a call with the home office and would be there in just a few minutes. Jayne also complimented Lora effusively on her 'sensational' wardrobe and teased Lora that whatever it was that she wanted to discuss with John, she ran the risk of distracting him with her look that day.
Lora blushed and bid a gracious good night as Jayne gently shut the door behind her, careful to peek and assure that the red 'on' light of the camcorder hidden in the planter was aimed directly at the large mahogany table.
This was not Jayne's first rodeo, so to speak, not by a long shot. She had an intuition that she knew EXACTLY what Lora wanted with John, and she also knew her own boss well enough to know that he would not have even agreed to see Lora under these circumstances if he, too, didn't have a desire for an extracurricular, up-close-and-personal 'meeting' with the luscious young boutique manager. So, accordingly, Jayne decided to memorialize the one-on-one meeting on videotape, because, hey, ya never know when the 'minutes' of such an off-the-record meeting may come in handy someday. Jayne winked at Lora before shutting the door, noticing the flush in Lora's complexion and the distinct smell of Lora's sex scent wafting through the small room.
Before leaving, Jayne walked into John's office as he was about to end his call, and without saying a word, unzipped his suit pants in a flash, kneeled down and began to suck earnestly on his beautiful shaft, quickly rising in surprised attention to Jayne's always masterful oral administrations. The sexy redhead sucked long, hard and deep for about fifteen frantic seconds as John stammered his goodbyes over the phone, and just as quickly and unexpectedly stopped, tucked his now turgid snake back in his pants, rezipped, and walked out of the office, shaking her aerobically-honed butt as she did, saying coquettishly over her shoulder, "Your six-thirty is here, I wanted to make sure you were duly alerted."
John stood, still rock hard from the surreptitious oral ambush, and said to Jayne, "I'll see you at ten. And, yes, I'll bring the tape for you. For us. I want you to taste her on me as soon as I walk in your apartment tonight." Jayne would spend the spare time between now and then watching several of the other tapes that she had archived, the ones with John being sucked and fucked by other store owners and managers. The one of Yvonne and Lisa remained her favorite, but Jayne had a feminine intuition that perhaps this one with Lora might become number one with a bullet.
