Rob woke naked, Natalya's body felt warm beside him with her arm draped carelessly around his waist. The crisp white cotton sheets of her bed lay across their hips allowing him to see her next to him. He thought back to the night before and the conversation they had had following their sex on the balcony.
It was all rather a blur, he remembered her sitting on top of him naked, her legs wide apart as she straddled his cock, and then she had asked him to help her with some scheme. He was trying to remember what it was exactly that he was supposed to help with, he had been pretty ambiguous about it last night, he was sure about that.
Whatever it was however, it would be worth it because he had never enjoyed such fabulous sex in all his life. Not only was she the most amazingly attractive woman he had ever been to bed with, but also she had shown a joyful willingness to have more adventurous sex that he had known.
Just the way that she had undressed in front of him, the way she had undressed on the balcony, inviting the entire world to look at her was a huge turn on for him. He didn't really mind that she had undressed him there as well; he wasn't really that shy he had discovered, and that wild abandon had felt very special.
He looked down at her naked body lying alongside his, the side of her breast visible as it pressed into his chest, her long blond hair scattered over his shoulder and the surrounding duvet. Already he could feel his cock hardening at the thought that she lay there beside him, desired and desiring, perhaps ready for another helping.
Finally, Natalya slowly woke up, becoming aware of the strangeness of the situation, the first time she had woken with a guy in her bed in London, the first time she had woken with Rob. She was happy though, she didn't regret what they had done. She was increasingly sure that Rob was not only her kind of guy, but also that he would probably be willing to cooperate with her plan.
"Well Hello Rob," she finally spoke, her voice a little husky with sleep.
"Natalya, Good morning," he replied, wondering whether she was as happy for him to be there nude in her bed as he was.
"It is good to wake up with you," she added, "thank you for not slinking off into the night."
"What? And miss out on seeing you in the morning?" he whispered back to her.
"Rob, do you remember what we talked about? Last night, on the balcony?" she asked, hesitantly.
"Well... I remember saying I would help you with something, but, to be honest, well, I don't really recall many of the details. I was a little, shall we say distracted by this fabulous blond girl that had just fucked my brains out."
Natalya sat up in bed and moved up onto her knees, she sat opposite Rob, facing him. Initially he tried to avert his gaze, conscious that perhaps he shouldn't look at a girl's naked breasts, then he realised that he had just slept with her, that she had just seduced him and that really, looking at her breasts was the least of the things he has done in the last twelve hours.
Unsurprisingly, he found his eyes wandering down from her eyes to her chest, considering the fabulous curves and the shapely firm contours. She smiled at him, amused by his ongoing predictable bloke-ness. She wanted to make sure however that they covered exactly what she needed from him.
"Rob, you remember I told you about my brother, in St Petersburg, the oil trader. Yeah?" she tried to control the slightly desperate edge to her voice.
"Yeah," Rob replied, the story was starting to come back to him, his eyes drifted down to her tummy, slightly downy, but firm and well sculpted.
"And he has this big deal, this huge oil deal that is completing this Friday, but the whole deal only happens if the Brent oil price is above sixty dollars on Friday at 4pm."
"Mmmmm," Rob agreed, nodding, his eyes drifting down to her pussy, lightly covered in a fine blond hair, almost white. As she was sitting on her knees, he couldn't see much else above the little triangle of fuzz at the top.
"And he really needs my help to make that happen. You remember? So I can help him with this, with me working in compliance and you in technology, if we make the bank trade in a certain way then we can make this work, yes?"
Suddenly Rob focussed on the conversation and realised what exactly she was suggesting he should do to help her.
"Hold on... Natalya, this plan, this is not... within the rules exactly is it?" he stuttered.
"Oh you English, so obsessed with fair play, think about it, this is just markets, just prices, no one really cares, just think about the LIBOR stuff, everyone does a little of this every day." She was smiling at him, enjoying the way his eyes drifted over her naked form, but she really needed him to help her.
She shifted her legs around underneath her and adjusted her stance so her legs were to one side, and she could move one thigh just a little away from the other, introducing just a small gap between them.
Rob watched, entranced, drinking in the view, his brain trying to think about the scheme with the oil market, what it really meant, but his cock was thinking about other things, about the glimpse of the lips of her pussy that she was showing him.
"Look, my brother, he needs this, he will give you a lot if you do this for him, a million pounds for each of us. If this deal happens then he will make a huge profit, but if not then it will be so bad for him. His investors are not nice people and if he loses their money then I don't know what they will do. He would be so grateful, and so would I." Natalya pleaded, smiling but letting him see that she meant it.