I see on my calendar that a woman by the name of Caroline Van Tosh has made an appointment to discuss designing a new vacation home for her. With the air of confidence that comes with the well moneyed, she had insisted that she wished to meet with the senior partner of the firm.
"Just as I would expect if dealing with my attorney or broker," she had told my office manager in no uncertain terms. As requested, the appointment was made for 4:30.
"Rather late" I thought to myself realizing that a meeting that late will start just as everyone else in the office is heading home. "This woman better have the bucks or something special in mind if I'm going to make special accommodations for her on the first appointment. Damn good thing it's not Friday!" I grumble to myself.
It's a lazy and warm summer afternoon, and at precisely 4:30 Caroline is shown to my office. She takes my hand in greeting and sits in the low chair across from my desk. I carefully study her from head to toe ... subtly but in thorough detail, and I realize she is doing the same with me. Her expensive skirt and blouse are raw silk, and they deliciously drape her form showing just a slight glow of dampness from the summer's heat. As she crosses her legs I noticed a perfect tan and skin made it unnecessary for her to wear any hose. With less subtlety I admire and take note of the sensual color contrast of tanned skin to the white skirt ... a skirt which inches a little further up her smooth thigh with each move. My glance moves up. Two buttons on her blouse are open ... just enough but not too bold ... respectable but sensual. To my delight, I see that the cool air in my office has had an effect. The subtle hint of nipples hardening under the soft silk makes it apparent that there is little under that blouse to hide her delightful charms. My mind wanders to the possibilities of just what else may be hidden and only slightly concealed from my view. My eyes come up to meet hers, and they look deeply into mine. There is just a hint of a smile.
"Well, Caroline, tell me a little of why you're here. Just what are your needs and how might I be able to help you."
Standing up, she walks over to my drawing board where several projects in progress are laying open and looks over them with a slight smile.
"What would you like to tell me about your work? What would make me want your services?" comes her coy and teasing reply.
I can tell from her voice and the look in those sensual eyes that we are already discussing more than a summer home, so I walked over and stand closely behind her ... slightly to one side. I knew that this was the moment that I had to act, or the opportunity would vanish.
"I think good design is very much like life in my ways. Excitement and pleasure often come from surprise and contrasts. Soft, curvilinear forms often can contrast and compliment hard forms."
Leaning against her ever so slightly, I reached down to illustrate a point and accidentally brush a breast. She reacts with a slight breath but doesn't pull away. With my arm still against her soft flesh, she quickly relaxes as I continue.
"The excitement is not unlike the way the curve of a woman's breast, the softness of her belly, and the roundness of her hips can compliment the harder forms she generates in an admiring man."
"I see, tell me more," came her reply.
I continue, and as I speak, my hand moves directly to her breast, and my fingers start lightly tracing the womanly shapes and forms I am describing. When I see that her eyes have closed, my touch becomes firmer, and I move from breast to breast ... sliding the silk of her blouse softy across her hardening nipples. I hear Caroline's breathing becoming deeper as my hand slowly moves in downward circles until it comes to rest on the swell of her hip. Still standing behind her I move my hand around to her flat stomach and slide it down as her legs part slightly to invite my touch. Even through the soft cloth of her skirt I can feel the heat of her sex, and I'm rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure as I begin kissing her shoulder and neck.
"Rhythm is another important design quality. Both establishing it and sometimes varying the tempo." I whisper in her ear as I speed and slow my hand's caresses between her legs.
When she feels my hard shaft pressing against her from behind, her hips begin pressing back against my hand in time with my rhythm. I tilt her head slightly to give my lips full access to her neck. My lips work up the side to a point just below her ear and then across the back, trailing kisses like the pearls she is wearing. Her breathy sighs tell me that my touches and kisses are arousing her, so my caresses become bolder. I reach down and lift her skirt high in front to slip my hand inside the top of her lacy panties. My hand moves between her legs and across her closely cropped mound. With two fingers I started squeezing her lips together over and over, very gently while working her mons with the heel of my hand. Her hot swollen lips are now sliding easily, so I press one finger between them and inside her.
Caroline moves her feet further apart and puts one hand over mine holding it firmly against her sex and my finger now moves easily in and out. She turns her head toward me and we kiss. This was not a wild, forceful kiss, but exploratory. Our tongues roam each other's mouths and slid together. Our lips barely touch. Our eyes are open, so we both could see the passion building.
"There's nothing bashful about this woman," I think, "She knows what she wants."
She lifts her hand from mine and reaches back to find my hard cock.
"Not yet," I whispered. "I want to focus on you for now. After all, you asked to see some of my work."
I lift her hand away and place it between her legs, where mine had been. She smiles and starts rubbing herself. This time she closes her eyes and leans toward me for another kiss. Our lips meet and she draws my tongue into her mouth. Wanting to see and feel more of this sexy woman, I slowly and sensuously unbutton the silk blouse. Soon it is on the floor. I cup her breasts one at a time, feeling their firmness, massaging them and squeezing the hard nipples until they stand out, firm and erect. I run my other hand down the small of her back and feel the curve of her ass. Flipping her skirt up, I grab her panties and pull them down. I slide two fingers down between her cheeks and work them forward until they meet her fingers which are running quickening circles around her clit. I press my fingertips against her wetness until they start inside her. She moves her feet further apart yet and leans forward slightly while pushing back against my invading hand. It's a clear signal, and I push into her until my fingers are fully buried inside her wet warmth. She starts rocking from side to side, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and rides my fingers up and down. I use just enough pressure to stay inside, and let she do the rest. Soon my hand is soaked with her sweet juices, and I can smell her delicious aroma. She rides my hand harder and harder, and after a few minutes I can feel her starting to quiver and shake. I can tell that she's ready to come, and I pressed the tip of my now well-lubricated thumb against her ass. Breathing heavily and moaning, she pushes back against my thumb. I feel my knuckle slide past her tight rosebud as she screams and collapse against me.
Her orgasm is long and hard, and I'm enjoying every contraction of her pussy and ass. Her legs buckle, and the only thing keeping her from falling to the floor is my arm around her waist and my hand inside her. She twitches and groans and keeps a grip on my hand with her pussy and ass. As her orgasm slows I move her to the couch and lower her face down. All the while I continue to probe and hold her as deeply as I could.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Do it now, please."
"Soon," I said, "but first, I want to taste you."
She starts to raise herself up from the couch, but I gently push her down into a low crouch. Her face is flat against the leather cushion with her knees well apart and her lovely round ass staring me in the face. I pull her to the edge and kneel on the floor behind her, so that her ass is raised in front of me. Then I put my thumbs on either side of her swollen lips and pull them apart, opening her pussy like a flower. She let out a low moan and arches her back for me ... presenting herself for me to ravage. Her inner lips are like glistening coral, and I lick them in long, lingering strokes. I move down and press my tongue against her hard clitoris, and then, very slowly, I worked it back and up across her wet sex to the tip of her tailbone, pausing only briefly at each tender orifice, and coming to rest between her cheeks.
"Do that again. It feels so incredible!" she groans.
