My Life As A Financial Advisor
Chapter 3: Michelle & Samantha
The office from which I work has about one hundred employees. Most of the employees are field agents like myself. About ninety percent of them are men. There are also about ten administrators - secretaries, assistants, etc. All the administrators are female. Don't ask me why, I don't make up the rules. And, almost all of them are good looking females.
One of the best looking secretaries is a woman by the name of Michelle. Michelle started working for the company about five years ago, and is one of the best workers you will find. She is dependant, loyal, hard working, and incredibly sexy. She was born in France, and moved to Canada when she was eighteen. Over the next four years she worked as a live-in nanny for a very wealthy couple. By the time she came to work for us, her English was fairly decent and it didn't take her long to impress management with her work ethics.
A few of the guys in the office attempted to go out with her, but she didn't seem interested in getting involved with an office relationship. With her appearance and her incredible personality, I'm sure she had no doubt getting a date whenever she wanted one.
Michelle and I got along fairly good. Not that we saw all that much of each other. After all, as an advisor, I only made money when I was visiting clients, so I spent very little time actually in the office. Up to this point, our relationship was mostly via the phone; with our conversation focusing on me getting up to date information on my clients.
I guess that's why she caught me off guard the day I showed up on my motorcycle. I wasn't planning on working that day, so I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. We have a strict dress code in the office, and we are not allowed to enter the office area without a dress shirt and tie on. So, I walked up to the counter and asked Michelle if she would go and get my mail for me.
She came back with a few pieces of mail and smiled as she pointed at my helmet. "I didn't know you had a bike."
"Yeah, I've been riding since I was old enough to have a license. There's nothing like feeling the wind on your face as you ride the open road."
"Oh, I can think of at least one thing that feels better," she said with a wink, "but you are right, the feeling on a bike is great! It's been a long time since I've been on a bike, though. Maybe some time you'd give me a ride."
"I'd love to let you ride me, err, with me, I mean."
She smiled back, obviously enjoying the flirting. "Well, I'd love the ride either way."
"Tell you what, Michelle, I've got a few things to do this afternoon, but how about I pick you up after work and we'll go for a bit of a ride?"
"That sounds like a wonderful plan," she said, her face lighting up. "However, I can't ride on the bike in this thing." She pointed her hands at her outfit. She had on a loose fitting blouse and a short skirt. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and I couldn't help but take a longer look than necessary. "Why don't you pick me up at my house about a half hour after I get off. That way I can quickly get changed into riding gear."
"Sounds great," I said, taking down her address. "I'll see you then."
I headed out and jumped on the bike and started down the road, trying to tell myself not to get too excited. After all, it may have just been harmless flirting. It might just be a bike ride. But, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Michelle riding something else also. I showed up at her house right on time, the roar of my bike signaling my arrival about thirty seconds earlier. I jumped off the bike and took a spare helmet out of one of the saddlebags just as Michelle came out of the house.
She was incredible looking. Her reddish-brown hair was held back in a ponytail. She was wearing a black t-shirt that clung tight to her body, revealing the shape of her two precious breasts, pushing out from the material. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were clearly as excited about the ride as I was. Her jeans were skin tight, in fact, I can't remember ever seeing someone with jeans so tight fitting. I took in her incredible figure, and had to hold my breath for a second, imagining what it would be like to undress her. Her face was still lit up, her full lips smiling through bright red lipstick.
As she came down the walkway towards me, she seemed to be enjoying showing herself off to me. She walked slowly, allowing me to take her in. She knew she was hot, and was proud of the kind of reaction she was causing in me. I watched as she reached up and put her shades on, slowly, her eyes staying on mine until they were lost behind the dark lenses of the glasses.
"So, do I look like a biker babe?" She asked, smiling as she came up bouncing beside me.
"Are you kidding? I trying to think of where we can go so I can show you off!"
I handed her the spare helmet and she fastened it on. "Tell you what, Pete, let's go for a nice long country ride, I'm not in the mood to see a lot of people. You can show me off another time, first you need to get to know me."
"That, Michelle, is music to my ears."
With that, I started the bike and we jumped on and headed down the street with the roar of the engine echoing through our ears.
As we headed down the open road, we said very little. Not that you can't talk on the bike. You do have to yell, but it is possible to have a conversation. It just seemed like talking wasn't necessary at this point. I was enjoying the feel of the bike, and the feel of the women with her legs wrapped around me. Her arms were wrapped loosely around my waist, and I couldn't help but fantasize about them moving lower. The bike vibrated with each twist of the throttle, and I wondered what it felt like for her. Was she any where as near turned on as me?
I knew how Crystal felt after a long ride. She showed me many times. Her pussy would be soaked by the end of an hour long ride. She said the vibration of the bike did wonders to her body. Many times she would reach down and rub my cock as we rode the highway.
Was Michelle experiencing the same thing? I sure hoped so. My mind was lost in thoughts of how wet her pussy might be. What did she taste like? Was she shaved? I thought of how much I would like to put my tongue inside of her. How much I wanted to lick her dry right now.
My cock was pushing hard inside my jeans, and I shifted slightly on the bike to try and get it into a better position.
What would those incredible lips feel like wrapped around my shaft? I don't know why, but I was sure that she would give an incredible blow job. She just seemed like she had the perfect lips for sucking cock. I found myself getting lost in the idea of this beautiful French woman on her knees as I stood before her with my cock pointing out towards her. I imagined her smiling as she opened her full, red lips and took in my hard tool. Slowly it disappeared inside that hot mouth, her eyes closing as she took me in as far as she could. Her tongue flicking and sliding around the shaft as her lips closed around it. Then, slowly at first, she would begin to suck. Moving her head back and forth, taking me out right to the tip of the head before sliding me back in as far as possible. Soon my hips would begin to help, and I would begin to pump as I enjoyed fucking her mouth. I thought of what it would be like to explode inside that beautiful mouth. Would she swallow my load. Does she enjoy that kind of thing? I sure hope so.
My thoughts shifted to her lying on the bed, naked and ready. Her legs spread apart, beckoning me to her. I imagined what her pussy would taste like, as I buried my face between her legs. She would moan as her hips raised up trying to get more of my tongue in her. Her words would shift back to her native tongue as she encouraged me to do more in French.
I thought of moving up her body, enjoying her breasts before finally settling down on her, sliding my cock inside her pussy. How tight would she be? Probably very tight. My cock would slide in deep and the warmth of her juices would almost be too much for me to handle. Our fucking would be intense; hard and fast.
"You just ran a stop sign back there." I jumped at the sound of her voice, and was quickly brought back to reality. "You must have been deep in thought." She yelled over the roar of the engine.
I looked down and realized that I was moving far faster than the speed limit. I eased up on the throttle and felt the bike slow down. "Yeah, I guess I was."
"What were you thinking about?" Michelle asked, her hands tightening around my sides.
"Well, perhaps I should tell you later." I couldn't think of what else to say.
"I have a better idea," She replied, "let's head back to my place and you can show me."
My lips parted in a wide grin, she knew exactly what I had been thinking. And she didn't mind.
I turned the bike around and we started the ride back to her place. It seemed like the road went on forever and that we would never get home.
Finally we pulled up outside her house and jumped off the bike. "That was amazing!" Michelle said, pulling the helmet off her head. "I definitely need to learn how to ride. I could do that every day. I've got chills all over my body. And the vibrations; well, let's just say, they do wonders to me."
She leaned over and kissed me, catching me off guard, and then pulled away. "Thanks for taking me for a ride, Pete." She handed me the helmet, and for a minute I thought she was going to say goodbye and leave me standing at the curb with a massive hard on in my pants.
She moved fast, and started up the driveway. I just stood there, holding both helmets, looking like an idiot. I didn't know what to say or what to do. I was just mesmerized by the incredible sight of this shapely French woman moving up the walkway to her house. She walked up the stairs and took a hold of her door handle, and then turned around and looked at me.
