The Taste Of Original Cyn

Rob Williams could not believe he was going back to Canary Wharf after all this time. It must be at least 25 years since he was last there and it was still very much in its' infancy when he was last there. He had not long been married to his late wife and their only child together, a daughter named Connie, had only just been born.

He was on a Docklands Light Railway train heading towards Canary Wharf station and it was all coming back to him, especially coming up the rise before it turned right into West India Quay first, then across the dock and the cathedral-esque glass structure over the DLR station for Canary Wharf with the eponymous 50 story tower on the left where he had once worked in previously.

That was the first phase of the development, but now the area was completely transformed and almost unrecognisable! As he got out of the DLR train and headed to the escalator down onto the concourse below the station, the flashbacks were coming thick and fast. The shops he remembered, many had changed but a number remained and the Mall style layout was still in vogue.

There would be time to have a good look later after work, so for now he made his way to where he was going to be working this week in a much smaller building than the Canary Wharf Tower. He went to the ground floor Security desk and, after signing in, was instructed to take the lift to the third floor where he would be met by a member of staff. Exiting the lift on the third floor, he looked left then turned right to the office reception desk.

"Good morning, I'm Rob Williams, the freelancer for Martin James," he announced himself.

"Good morning Sir," the lady on the desk replied, "Please take a seat and I will let him know your here!".

Rob smiled and said thank you to her and went over to the sofas, sitting down on one of them and took in the view out the window looking over the dock on the other side towards Heron Quay. With a sense of how the area was now to when he worked here all those years ago, he lost himself in his memories to the time when his daughter came into this world.

"Rob Williams?" came a voice behind him, bringing him back to reality.

"Good morning!" he replied as he got up to face the velvet voice behind him, offering his hand out.

"I'm Cynthia Latham, the Office Manager, nice to meet you!" she said accepting his hand and shaking it.

Stood before him was an absolutely stunning, long haired lady of Caribbean heritage with beautiful brown eyes and a lovely smile!

"Let me take you to over to Martin and introduce you to him. Would you follow me please!" she continued.

Without a shadow of doubt Rob said to himself, walking slightly behind her enjoying her slender look, accentuated by her incredible outfit, hugging her curves. This woman was dressed in a knee length pencil dress, tights (or stockings), high heels showing off her lovely calfs and petite ankles all topped off in a dark honey silky blouse and jacket. The aroma of her perfume had an essence of citrus which he had always liked as his late wife wore a similar smelling perfume too.

Once they reached Martin's office she introduced the two men to each other and made to leave the room but stopped at Rob laying her left hand on his arm, exposing the recent removal of her wedding ring and the very noticeable indent as to where it had been!

"Once you have finished speaking with Martin and settled in, I will be back with your security pass and entry fob! I know where your desk will be for the duration of your contract, so will come and find you in about an hour," she said before leaving the two of them to discuss the project Rob will be supporting on.

Martin went through the project with Rob, detailing who the rest of the team were and where they would be sitting. The designer just needed to finish up on his files before giving them to Rob for artworking up so Martin took him on a guided tour of their area and more importantly showed him where the kitchen area was for the all important coffee that Rob was ready for.

Taking his coffee back to his desk, Rob started getting his computer setup to the way he liked working and awaited the files he was going to be working on. After about 30 minutes he was aware of someone beside him, finding it was Cynthia, without her jacket but still with her citrus aroma following her. Once again she delivered the security pass and fob with her right hand but stooping down to place them on his desk he felt the lovely firm flesh of her left breast on his right shoulder and her long black hair fell over and caress his face as it did so.

Once again her velvet tones spoke to him "You should find everything working fine but if there is any problem or you just need me, you will find my office to the right of the security desk where we met earlier."

Taking in her perfume one last time, for now, Rob felt the warm breast leave his shoulder and thanked her for the pass and fob, returning her smile as she left him to get on with his setting-up. Rob was always too slow to notice subtle hints until it was too late, but on this occasion he had the feeling she was interested in him, but in such a short time.

Before long, Rob was aware that it was lunch time and delved into his backpack for his sandwich box. Almost until her passing, Rob's wife always surrised him with his sandwiches as part of a little game and he was never disappointed. Now, he would go shopping at the weekend or on his way home from work to find fillings for his lunch but the surprise he enjoyed was now severly missing as he made them himself.

Walking towards the security desk for the lifts he noticed Cynthia coming out of her office and waited to speak to her. As she came closer she looked up and smiled at him. Once again Rob took in the beautiful vision before him and when she reached him he spoke.

"I'm off down to Island Gardens to eat my sandwiches, would you care to join me?", he nervously enquired.

"I'm afraid I cannot," she answered.

"Oh, I see! Sorry!" Rob responded.

Cynthia quickly replied "Oh God no, I apologise! Not like that, its just I do not have anything for lunch and have to run some errands".

"Perhaps another day this week? I will internally message you," she continued.

"That would be nice, I look forward to your message then," Rob replied.

With that, he gave her a little wave and continued towards the lifts and pressed the down button. Once he left the building he made straight for the DLR and took the next Train down to the bottom of the loop of the Thames and found himself a nice spot in the park overlooking the Thames and taking in the view of the Naval College in all it's splendour whilst enjoying his lunch.

When he returned within the hour, he could not see Cyntia in her office and assumed her running her errands. On getting back to his desk to carry on with his work, he noticed there was a message waiting for him and was surprised. Hoping it may be from Cynthia, he clicked on the app and opened up the program. He had not yet used it so got a bit annoyed having to setup his profile before he could see who had messaged him.

"Please forgive my abrupt manner just now, your kind offer threw me somewhat and I very much apologise! I would love to join you for lunch in the park, if Wednesday would be okay? I would also like to make amends too, so I will make lunch for the both of us so no need for your lunch box!!!"

Rob was not sure why she had added all the additional exclamation marks but further down, noticed that she had signed off with a heart emoji. This made him smile and he started to think of how best to reply without causing offence and HR guidelines.

"You have nothing to apologise for, as it was me who caught you off your guard. I would very much like to take you up on your offer and will set myself a reminder to leave my lunchbox at home on Wednesday. Thank you very much!"

Rob was pleased he kept the tone correct without any inflections but did decide to sign off his reply with the halo smiling emoji to make sure of his honorable intentions. Pleased with himself, he got back to his work and his music helped him to get on and give himself a good start with the project. The only disappointment being that he did not see anymore of Cynthia before he packed up and left for home. Rest assured, he was looking forward to tomorrow!

Later that evening, when he was back at home, he heard his phone ping with the message sound. Just as he found his phone, the screen flashed off so he was unable to see who was texting him this late. He picked up his phone and rested his thumb on the home button and saw he had one message. It was from a mobile number he did not recognise and was a bit concerned. He tapped on the message app and then on the new message.

"Please accept my apologies for both the late text and for contacting you out of office hours! This is Cynthia Latham. I just wanted to confirm that I will be bringing a picnic hamper with me tomorrow for our lunch date!!! All you need to bring is just yourself to my office door and we can both head out together. Please confirm this is all okay with you, thank you and goodnight!".

Rob read the message again and noted the hint in the message and thought about replying back but was not sure that would be appropriate, but Cynthia had asked for him to confirm. After a few minutes of consideration, he decided it would be better to reply and then began to think how best to do so. Once he felt it was okay, he typed his reply back to Cynthia.

"You have disturbed the beauty sleep of a gentleman who needs a lot of it, even though it does not appear to work! I can confirm all is perfect with your offer and look forward to our lunch together. I hope you will be able to serve something tasty to compensate for my loss of beauty sleep? I, too, look forward to our lunch date tomorrow and will bid you a good evening!".

Feeling happy with his reply, Rob finished off his tidying up and went to his bedroom, leaving his phone on the bedside table. He removed all his clothes and walked into the bathroom to get ready for the real beauty sleep. As he was entering back into his bedroom, he heard his phone ping again and saw the same number from earlier.

"This will be my final message this evening for a gentleman who does not appear to need too much beauty sleep in my eyes! I can confirm that I will most definitely have something very tasty to serve you tomorrow on our lunchdate! I think you will definitely find it very palettable to your taste indeed!!! I wish you sweet dreams!".

After he had re-read the message a couple more times, Rob noticed that his cock was feeling rather firm and getting hard by the second, but could not understand why. He was not sure if she was playing with him or setting him up for a conduct cancellation. What he did know was, was that he was very ready to go to sleep, slipping naked into bed but now with a raging hard-on.

Rob, turned off the light and lay in the bed waiting for his cock to soften, but it would not go down. He turned over and tried again to get to sleep but the old school joke about the difference between hard and soft came to mind making him chuckle at the irony! After about another ten minutes, he knew it was no good and decided to do something about it and slowly pushed the duvet off his body and moved his hands towards his groin.

When his hand found his clean shaven hard cock, he began to slowly and gently start rubbing it up and down at the same time he pictured a vision of Cynthia in his mind in her body hugging clothes showing off her beautiful curves. After more minutes, he opened his legs out and bent his knees as he started to stroke more firmly almost pulling his forskin over his bulbous head enjoying the mixture of taught skin and pleasure at the same time!

Not quite feeling it yet, he opened his legs even more and began pumping his cock much harder as he whispered Cynthia's name out quietly to match the rhythm of his hand as he felt his balls begin to tighten as he reached the feeling of no return in his groin. As he pulled more forcefully, he held the skin tight over the head of his cock knowing he would explode very soon. Holding his hard cock tighter now he slowed his movement to draw out moment of his impending release until all of a sudden he pulled the foreskin back to far which then triggered his explosion of cum shooting up his naked body and landing on his upper chest.

When he finally came down and his breathing settled, he carefully got up from his bed and went back into the bathroom where he proceeded to clean himself up first with tissue paper before wetting a flannel and wiping his chest and flaccid manhood over and then went back to his bed and was finally able to fall asleep.

-0-0-

On the morning of his lunch date with Cynthia, not much happened in the office other than Rob getting on with his work. There had been no sign of Cynthia at all and Rob was a little bit concerned that he had not seen her at all. As lunch time grew closer, he was finding it hard to concentrate and beginning to think he had overstepped the mark. A few moments later his phone pinged and the screen lit up showing the same mobile number from last nights messages with Cynthia.

"Ready when you are," was her message.

Rob got to a point where he could pick up his work later when he returned, grabbed his sunglasses and walked to Cynthia's office near reception. As he approach, he could see her in a lovely summer dress but short in length to just above her knees and he was blown away by how stunning she looked in her summer outfit. She was also wearing a lovely pair of summer sandals too showing off her long slender legs that appeared slightly glossy and shiny.

As he stood at her open door she picked up a small hamper and turned towards him making him loose his breath again, The front of her dress had a deep open slit for cleavage due to the front buttons and looked like she needed to fasten one back up to be more presentable. Rob offered to take her picnic hamper from her and when she passed it to him as she left her office, he offered his other arm in a gentlemanly way, which she took.

"Thank you, kind Sir," she said as they moved to the lift doors.

"You are very welcome, M'Lady," was Rob's response.

They continued out the building and onto the DLR as they headed to the park. Cynthia guided Rob to a quiet area and found a nice tree to be under in the lovely warm sun. As he sat back against the trunk to relax, he noticed that Cynthia sat before him, crossed-legged, opened the hamper and begun to set everything out. There was a lovely warm breeze blowing which would occasionally catch Cynthia's summer dress and expose her thighs. During their lunch, the hem of the summer dress had moved back bit-by-bit and before to long was going to show off more that she knew.

"You may need to straighten your dress," Rob politely informed Cynthia.

"Not so," she replied, "I am rather enjoying the breeze aren't you?"

"Yes, but I am concerned for your modesty, especially as we have not long met!"

"I feel absolutely comfortable, in fact, how about I make myself even more comfortable," was her response.

Surprised by what she said, Rob was about to speak again but Cyntia not only moved much closer towards him, but as she did so, the hem of her dress caught on the grass and the wind also blew it even further back. With her legs still crossed, Rob was afforded a spectacular view, but quickly turned his head away, in order to stop himself from fully viewing everything that would usually be hidden by underwear.

"So! You remember I had something tasty to serve you, how would you like to sample it, your fingers or mine?" Cynthia asked Rob.

Rob was completely frozern now and was about to speak but felt his mouth go very dry.

"Then how about I feed you?" she then offered.

With that, she moved her right hand down between her legs for at least a minute before Rob heard the unmistakeable sound of a very wet pussy and Cynthia beginning to groan. After another minute, she offered her fingers to him, his jaw dropping automatically to receive them the heady aroma catching his nostrils before his lips close softly around her fingers and he enjoy the syrup taste of her sweet nectar. He then gently swallowed the liquid down groaning himself!

"Your turn now!" Cynthia instructed him softly.

As Rob returned from his dream he asked "Are you really sure?".

"Absolutely, help yourself!", she replied.

Rob moved his left hand down and let his fingers wrap around her slender ankle, feeling how smooth her skin felt to his touch. His hand then moved to cup her calf muscle as it moved its way up towards her very wet lips. Stopping at the back of her knee, her heard her groan, but not out off pleasure, and when he then continued, he heard her draw her breath as he moved his hand along the inside of her thigh.

When he reached her dripping labia, he let the back of his fingers brush across them, this time her groans were of pleasure. Turning his fingers back around and knowing how wet her pussy was, he inserted two fingers inside her watching her face to witness her reaction. Instantly, her closed eyes opened, looking straight at him, opening even wider when her turned them upwards to stroke the very sensitive roof of her soaking pussy.

As he slowly stroked, her moans, quiet as they were, grew slightly louder and stronger and then her head went back and her knees lift to shut but were hindered by his arm. Stopping his fingers for the moment to allow her to come down from her high, he then continued and prepared another finger to push inside her. When he did, he received the same reaction again as she came but this time he continued without stopping making her come three more times before she gently whispered for him to stop.

Pulling his hand from between her legs, he deeply inhaled her sexually perfumed juices and then put his fingers in his mouth to enjoy her taste again. After he drank her juices down he licked each one clean and looked back at her with a big smile. Her eyes were somewhat glazed over but she did return his smile and breathed out.

"Do you know how many times you just came?" Rob asked.

"I lost count after the second one," she replied.

"Five, in total," he informed her.

"Help me up, please, we need to get back," Cynthia requested.

Helping her back up, Rob watched as her dress dropped back into place as he tidied up collecting all of the items left and put them back into the hamper. Carrying the hamper in one hand, he slipped his other into hers mingling their fingers together and then they started walking. Suddenly, her hand clenched his and she asked him to stop!

"Six!" She informed him.

"You're joking," he enquired.

Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head up and down to confirm she had come again. When she had calmed down enough, Cynthia told him that they needed to return to the office as quick as possible as she was beginning to leak. Rob offered her his hankerchief and she discreetly used it to flow the leak running down her thighs. When they arrived back, Cynthia took the hamper back to her office quickly and then headed to the toilets straight afterwards.

Later on, Rob's phone pinged with another message from Cynthia.

"Please try and leave as late as you can as there is something I would like to give you,".

She had now got him wondering what she was going to give him and his head suddenly started spinning with millions of thoughts including if he had overstepped the mark. Concerned, he thought out his reply to her.

"I need to get to a suitable point this evening with what I am doing, so that will not be a problem, I think..." was what he typed and ended it with a thinking emoji.

Two minutes later was her response "Nothing to worry about, just a token of appreciation for lunch and being the perfect Gentlman!"