All Characters in this story are over the age of 18
Loosely based on true events...
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"Like this?" She asked with a giggle, lifting the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.
He caught a glimpse of a pale, perfectly smooth ass cheek before it was safely stowed away under the floral sundress.
"Perfect." he smiled, showing off the smile that had probably closed many of his sales, earning him the title of the city's most successful Corporate Real Estate Agent.
The coveted new slogan that accompanied his face on all the bus stops and print ads would debut on Monday and he was in the mood to celebrate. His favorite occasional fuck friend made herself available for a date, but not until he divulged that he wanted to take her shopping first.
She was standing in the change room now, the giggle highlighting the freckles that dotted the bridge of her petit nose. Her blues eyes alight with mischief and her blonde hair brushing down her back as she danced and wiggled, teasing him with ever so calculated flashes of under her skirt. He had told her that tonight's dress code would be a sundress without any under garments and watching her playfully run her hands up her hourglass figure he knew this floral piece was perfect.
At dinner, he began the slow tease, running his hand up her white thigh and starting to rub lazy circles there with his fingertips. When the waiter arrived, the only thing he changed was the path, moving it inward an inch. He could hear her breath hitch just a bit as she explained that she'd like a lime with her water, not a lemon. Her mouth parted a little as her tongue flicked across her plump lips, and he couldn't help but think of that tongue on his balls later. He felt his pants tighten a little as his cock grew at the fantasy. He was watching her closely as he ordered dinner for them both and dismissed the waiter. She flicked her eyes towards his now and looked at him with meaning.
Fuck me they said. The want was as clear as day and he amusedly wondered if anyone else noticed this beautiful wanton woman's stare. He acquiesced and moved his hand to brush against her bare pussy lips, feeling the warmth quickly as he circled back. He trained his eyes where he knew her nipples to be and watched them pucker under the thin fabric, his bulge growing again. He dipped a finger into her tight pussy lips and felt her yield instantly, her wetness providing him with little in the way of a barrier.
He started moving his finger in a swirling motion, slowly, savoring the warm softness now enveloping his finger. He couldn't help but think how tight and lovely she felt on just his finger, and subsequently how incredible she'd feel when he penetrated her with his cock later. While exploring her, he could feel the texture change of her G-Spot and he concentrated his movements there. A slow undulation against the rippled almond buried in her otherwise smooth and slick insides would make her cum hard and fast, a trick he'd learned about her from past encounters.
It only took a minute or two of the gentle, rhythmic assault on her most sensitive area before he felt her body tense. She held tight for only a moment before shuddering in release, her creamy wet juices flooded her pussy as she shook with her orgasm.
She moaned and arched her back ever so slightly and he withdrew his finger. He smiled at the look of obvious disappointment and caught her eye, enjoying the look of shock that replaced it as he nonchalantly sucked her juices off his newly released finger. With a wink, he leaned in close and only stopped when he felt stray hairs against his face. He lingered for a moment and savored the smell of her skin as he let his breath tease her ear.
"You taste better than anything they serve here" he whispered against ear and reveled in the laughter that followed.
Her looks alone were enough to keep her his favorite "friend", but it was her easy going nature, good humor and enormous sexual appetite that really set her apart from the other women he knew. If he were the type to settle down with one woman, his choice would have been easy. Luckily for him, she wasn't interested in long term or commitments either, preferring the company of the strangers she met on her continuous travels to any one person. She always made time for him on her sporadic stops home though.
Dinner was delicious, followed by a perfectly acceptable dessert. They both ate at a slow and steady pace, alternating between good conversation and flirting. By the time he had slipped his Visa into the billfold she was anxious for the actual date to start, acutely aware now of the slippery wetness beneath her skirt.
"Would you like to see some of my work?" Her asked her, the twinkle in his eyes not escaping her look. She knew well and good that she should say yes, that the real fun would be starting now.
"Work, work, work" She teased him "Does your work ever stop being your priority?"
"I can promise you, my dear, work is the furthest thing from my current priority" he said as his gaze slowly travelled from the toes of her designer wedge sandals all the way up to her rapidly reddening face. The look on his face making her feel as though he were a predator, and she his prey.
"Show me?" She asked him breathlessly.
His car sped along the darkening streets, the warm summer air rushing past the top of the convertible. She fixed her eyes where his hand was resting on the shifter between them, and let them wander up his bare skin. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his tanned muscular forearm. She took a moment to appreciate the raw sexuality of his Prince Charming-esque good looks coupled with deviant nature of his appetites. Her thoughts shifted as she lifted her eyes skyward to appreciate the pieces of purpled skies viewable through the tall buildings of downtown.
The car slowed and took a sharp left down a ramp towards a closed garage door, he scanned a fob and the door lifted with a quiet beep. He drove in and parked his overpriced black sports car next to a large cement post with a red P1 painted along the top. They headed towards the elevator and she looked at him sideways questioningly.
"My most recent sale" He replied to the unasked question, still letting the exact purpose of their visit hang in the air between them.
They took the elevator up to the 27th floor, 8th from the Penthouse. And exited into a large open concept like office space, the floor to ceiling windows providing an inspiring view. She was hardly listening as he explained the type of business that resided here, and the terms of the sale to them instead letting herself enjoy the eye pleasing space and making a mental note to find out who did the interior design. There were a few people peppered around the place, working late or socializing, possibly both. He exchanged nods with a few and she heard him explain that he had forgotten some documents upstairs. She watched as he gestured her to the glass stair case up the center of the first floor, as she quickly remembered her short airy dress. The one she was wearing without panties.
"Would you rather take the elevator?" He asked, his lips curling into a devious smile.
Without a word she sauntered past him and began a slow sashay up the stairs. Being careful to swish her hips in a way that would cause the most movement in her skirt. She knew that from his few steps below her he could easily see her ass and pussy lips as she climbed ahead of him. She paused at the landing, turning and smiling as he joined her. He eyes wandered to the bottom of the stairs where a cute young guy was starting to climb up the to the second floor, his laptop and a file folder in his hands.
She rushed to start up the next set of stairs, wanting the oblivious climber to see her too. She slowed her walk as she heard the footsteps on the landing stop and she smiled to herself as she dropped her small purse. She slowly bent over to grab it, listening to the sound of both men standing below her appreciating the view being presented to them. She tucked her bag under her arm and began the slow ascent once again. When she turned at the top of the stairs on the next set of open offices she heard the men rushing to catch up. The strange man reached the top of the stairs first and she winked when he made eye contact with her, she noticed his red face immediately but it wasn't until he hurriedly walked by that she became aware of the laptop and file folder now being help across his pelvis.
"Poor guy, he caught a small look at perfection and he'll never be able to truly enjoy it" He said behind her while chuckling.
"Couldn't help myself" She murmured in reply, turning away from the poor retreating man and facing the one she arrived with.
"Keep going, what I need is where the big wigs play" He laughed at her and gestured upwards
"Surely, the execs use the damn elevator" She complained at him.
