Oh my god. Another Valentine's day weekend. I loved my job just hated this weekend. Candy, flowers, candlelight dinners, marriage proposals and of course some hardcore banging sex. Ha-ha that was what everyone got. Not me my job was a party planner for the upper class people. But for holidays and special occasions I helped out my VIP client . I had some very elite rich clients that always would use me to plan the best romantic rendezvous. So when Valentine's day fell on the weekend well it turned into a major holiday for these rich go all out people.
I had received an email from one of my male clients. He wanted me to plan a romantic sexy weekend for him and probably his current flavor of the week. Probably some long legged, blonde, big fake boobed hottie. Paul wasn't per say a player ok sure he was he'd date these fake bitches for a bit have sex with them then he'd get tired of them. The sex of course was probably great. Ok I knew it was. I had eavesdropped on some of his sex sessions while I was setting up a party on more then one occasion. I mean he could really make a woman moan. One of his sessions lasted three hours with a girl and holy fuck I could have swore that girl must have had 20 orgasms. I mean hell I was getting pretty hot just listening to him fucking that fake boobed bitch. Paul had a lot of parties. I was as he called me his one and only party planner. The best of best he would say. If only he knew when he talked to me I was wondering how big that cock of his was when it was hard. I was always thinking what I could do with him.
Now I wouldn't call myself ugly but I was not a model. I was well endowed with big breasts and brown hair. A rather nice ass well at least good for smacking during sex. I wouldn't say fit but pretty well rounded as a whole. I had been lacking in the whole sex department lately probably more so because I was a workaholic. But I got off by watching these rich people living it up at a party that I put together. I was pretty happy doing that. Times like this had its perks. A glance at a handsome sexy client coming out of the shower with just a towel on or the few times he had accidentally slightly rubbed his hand across my breast as he helped me with a box or two. Oh the thrills and excitement that went through my body. Those were the moments that left me to my imagination when I would get home and make my body quiver with a great orgasm from my favorite toy.
But I knew getting the real thing was always going to be a fantasy. Love, lust and all of those things were last on my mind. I was satisfied where I was in my life. But seeing Paul looking oh so sexy in some jeans, no shirt walking around in front of me. Dam he was some eye candy worth watching. I knew that when I left there my client would be happy and my pussy would be wet. The perks of having a super sexy client. I was talking to the chef in the kitchen when Paul came in and asked what shirt I liked best. Well the blue was super great, went with his eyes. Those eyes piercing blue. He pulled it on over that rock hard body leaving it open so his oh so sexy abs were still seen. Oh my the thought of running my tongue down that sexy chest and going all the way down his body. Licking and kissing my way to his oh so prominent bulge in those jeans. I shook my head back into reality. I realized Paul was standing there looking at me with a smile on his face. I had learned to control being embarrassed hell I mean I'd seen him in a towel. But I could feel my cheeks being flushed.
Paul walked away turning once to stare back still smiling. I continued my talk with the chef. Actually trying to figure out who this mystery woman was. Had to be someone very special Paul was putting out all the stops for this one. Roses everywhere. The huge Jacuzzi area was splayed with candles and rose petals. The best wine money could buy and some very fancy scrumptious food. I'd say this girl was going to have some amazing orgasms tonight and throughout this weekend.
Paul was pretty predictable he would wine them, dine them and then spoil them with an in house masseuse that would get her all rubbed down nice and good. Which then led to chocolate covered strawberries hand fed to her in the Jacuzzi. But again predictable but very well orchestrated to make a woman wet beyond control. It prepared them for two nights and three days of the best sex they would ever have.
I was putting the last minute touches on the bedroom and the bathroom when Paul walked out of the closet with nothing on this time. He sort of was shocked but also smiled at me. I apologized and went to leave when he asked which Cologne did I like best. Oh my heart melted. He wore the sexiest Cologne I had ever smelt. I thought boy I'd really like to smell the aroma of his sweat running down his chest as he was fucking me like crazy. I stuttered which one and walked out. Wow I was so wet at that moment. I was itching to get out of there and go home to my favorite toy to finish myself off a few times at this rate.
I was at the end of my job and his mystery bimbo hadn't arrived yet. I started saying good bye to the florist and the chef. They would all leave. And Paul would take over as host and server when his lovely lady arrived. After they left I went to find Paul to make sure the place was up to his standards. We met up in the hallway and did our walk around. He was rather strange this evening which made me think this woman must be really special, he was even kind of nervous. Asking strange questions that were not his ordinary worries. Do you like these. How do you think this feels, as he rubbed a soft cashmere towel on my cheek. Which by now again were flushed. I could feel my nipples getting harder and my head getting dizzy. How could I really be getting this hot over a guy that was about to seduce some model that had no brains. But it was pretty hot. We walked back to the front foyer and there was a knock on the door which made me believe that was my queue to leave. He asked me to answer it.