Ben inhaled the intoxicating scent of her sex as he kissed her sweet gossamer panties. He felt a distinct tingling as his lips touched the moist surface and he immersed himself in the luscious pleasure of her damp warmth. She moaned sexily and ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed her shrouded pussy lips and drew in the sweet flavour of her. She writhed beneath his insistent kisses as he sucked at her clit through the panties that grew wetter with each of his insistent kisses. His hands caressed her perfect ass cheeks and silken thighs. Each breath, each kiss sending surges of desire to his core and swelling his manhood while she pinched nipples and moaned sexily lunging, gyrating and thrusting against his face buried in her like an addict getting his fix.
The exclusive launch party Ben had been invited to was a surprise. He had heard of the Saint Saen Honeyton Enterprises parties certainly they were the stuff of some kind of fantasy legend amongst the wealthy and powerful in society. The rumours abounded about them ranging from the most sophisticated orgies to the most fashionable and exclusive cult in history. SHE was a formidable company. Over a hundred years old with highly valuable shares and a massive market for their feminine fashion products that ranged from, modeling agency to lingerie through perfume to high fashion and media promotion. Ben had often thought of investing in the company. It seemed incredibly robust even in these tough financial times. It seems beautiful women are a flexible commodity he mused. The intriguing thing about their business model was that they were matriarchal- run by a triumvirate of young and beautiful women ages ranging between 19 and 30. A coterie of male business geniuses gathered around them and ran the business but the leadership was more like a cult than any he had encountered at Harvard business school.
He was curious to say the least and more than a little turned on by the idea of being with pretty models in an exclusive gathering. At 46 after a failed marriage he was ready for a little excitement. His wife had cheated on him, largely because he spent more time working than attending to her. The thrill had gone from the relationship anyhow and the divorce was made sweet by his coming into his fortune afterwards. His stock market acumen and over work bore fruit and he was a comfortable millionaire now on paper. He had celebrated by indulging himself in high-class hookers and other trappings of an indulgent lifestyle but he did miss the intimacy of his former lover perhaps more than he cared to think about.
The Saint Saen Apartment buildings were heritage listed art deco. Seven floors of luxury apartments mostly occupied by SHE female staff, models and the family itself had their residence on the top floor with an adjacent roof top garden. Ben handed his invitation to the security guard. A place full of beautiful women would need pretty good security. He glanced around at the cleverly integrated surveillance system and wondered whether the video security guy had a permanent hard on. He chuckled to himself at the thought as a group of exquisitely dressed hot young women giggled as they entered the ancient elevator. The décor was very French and stylish. There was nothing ostentatious or over the top. It said old money that gets more valuable every moment it ages. He entered the elevator with a group of other men who began to talk to each other about 'the new lingerie line' Butterfly Effect. Ben drifted off as they began talking pre orders and sales figures. He noticed the intricate ironwork on the elevator doors and the symbol that looked like XTC woven into the centre of the elevator. He recognized it as runes and wondered about the origin and meaning.
The elevator came to a halt at the top floor and opened onto the party with no doors just a large stateroom with doors leading off from it. A small crowd gathered there. Men outnumbered by the young women there almost two to one. He liked the odds and wondered if any would actually be able to cope with more than one of these sweet embodiments of liquid heat. Perhaps half a dozen women were dressed in Lingerie but with a fabulously stylish matching robe that transformed the underwear into full-length evening wear slit up the sides or front depending on the style and matching the colour of the underwear perfectly. This was like no bar lingerie lunch he had ever been to. He had to virtually stop himself from drooling. The other women who he guessed were public relations employees were equally superb in their dress wearing tight revealing cocktail dresses and skin-tight gowns.
The CEO of SHE Yvette Saint Saen greeted him, a stunning brunette in her late twenties perhaps even thirty. As he shook her hand he felt any corporate arrogance melt. She smiled at him.
"So good of you to come. I suppose you are wondering why we invited you to a women's products launch?"
A blonde girl in lingerie passed him with a tray of cocktails and offered them to him. She smiled sweetly:
"We hope we have almost everything you want. If I can do something special for you please let me know. My name is Tara."
" Yes Ben we go to the trouble of finding out everything about our guests so we can give them everything the want at this gathering. Hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoy making it for you. Come let me introduce you to my niece Candice. She is newly arrived from Paris and one of our best models. I hope she will take care of you tonight, but if there is anything you want please let one of the girls know. The menu here is open with many courses."
She smiled sensing he was lost in her exquisite body. He had dwelled on her firm large breasts clenched in a cleavage by the backless halter dress, traversed her delicious legs that stepped from the gowns slit seductively and as she turned to walk him to introduce Candice her ass sucked him in like a vortex- so perfect so round so hot.
Meeting Candice was like meeting a composite of every marked porn video or magazine he had ever seen. Ben's profile was young women, he loved women under 25 there was something about the youthful tightness and lithe supple bodies entranced him. He loved petite too small-breasted women with firm perky breasts, blondes, long legs and angelic faces. Something about younger women made him feel more experienced more in control though he didn't think of girls under 20 usually. Though he would have trouble with any form of control around Candice, he was already lost in her baby blue eyes. He was surprised how quickly he became comfortable with her. Her sweet demeanor and charming French English accent seemed to caste an impenetrable spell on him. She was dressed in white. A simple tight lace and silk evening gown that hugged her body like a second skin. Her deliciously perfect breasts pressed together by a skimpy halter. Her dress split both sides so her shapely legs escaped into view regularly.
The night was full of surprises. He could not imagine how he came to be discussing stock market strategy with someone so young. She had done a student exchange at Harvard and even knew some of his old professors. He wondered what some of those lecherous old guys would have made of her. There is nothing more disarming than beauty youth and brains he thought. The drinks flowed continuously, so too the gourmet food. He noticed some men come and go with one and sometimes two women on their arms. They would disappear into the private chambers that surrounded the stateroom. Sometimes they returned sometimes just the women returned. Some of these old guys couldn't hack the pace. He laughed to himself.
There was a small jazz trio playing in one corner of the room and some were dancing. An opportunity to get close to the women he guessed.
