The Magna Group’s Executive Task Force had their meetings with the CEO every Friday morning. Most of them, the CEO included, would leave at noon to beat the weekend highway traffic and head for their favorite get-away spots at the Lake of the Ozarks.
Lola Vinnicelli was the Senior Executive Administrator to Gerald Von Rohr, the CEO of the Company. He was a 56 year old strikingly handsome man 6’1” tall with salt & pepper gray hair with a neatly trimmed mustache to match, and a clef in the middle of his chin. He presided over these meetings, and unfortunately his monotone voice did not meet up to his pleasing visual features.
Lola could pass for an Italian version of Jane Russell. She kept herself in great condition and looked ten years younger than her chronological age of 49. Her olive-brown skin, curvy 38DD boobs with protruding acorn-shaped brown nipples, a 26-inch waist, 38-inch hips and a plump but very firm ass made her look more like a model than an executive. Just as Jane Russell, she had deep brown, sultry bedroom eyes and kept her equally deep dark brown hair in a very flattering tapered cut-style, much like the popular ladies’ Italian short-cut styles made popular in the 50’s.
Lola had been divorced since 1990. She had several dates with very eligible men since her divorce, but would have occasional rendezvous with some of her lusciously beautiful female business counterparts.
Her recent-hired Administrative Assistant, Kyla Townsend fit the bill perfectly. She was a gorgeous, hazel-eyed, light-brown haired gal out of the heartland of Nashville, TN. She relocated to Brentwood from Magna’s Mid-South Office in Nashville to get away from the painful, sudden loss of her young husband, Everett due to a freak accident on the construction site he worked for. Burying herself in her work was a solace, and her exceptional skills would insure she would quickly advance on the corporate ladder.
Kyla was 27 years old and had flawless-looking peaches and cream skin, supple 36D breasts and light brown nipples that stayed erect even when not sexually aroused, and a tight, slightly rounded ass with an inviting puckering asshole. Her sweet clitty would obtrude and had a glowing, rosy peachy-complexion, as did the rest of her stunning pussy of which Kyla always kept clean-shaven. Her late husband always told her she looked good enough to eat, and he ate her out during most all of their fucking sessions.
She isolated herself in her career, and had only a couple of casual dates since his demise two years ago. She missed her husband very much, and to calm herself on those lonely nights she longed for his lapping tongue, would use her Lady’s Joy Clitty Toy. It had realistic, full soft lips and a tongue. The “mouth” could suck, and the “tongue” did almost anything a natural tongue could do from soft, fluttering butterfly-like lapping, stiff tongued probing, to full intense strong licking motions, complete with audible sound effects for each choice. It also had great suction and could be mounted and worn discreetly.
Lola warned Kyla about the very boring routine meetings and sure enough, Kyla found herself almost dozing off in several meetings. This week, Kyla decided to find a sensuous way to keep herself alert. She rigged her Lady’s Joy to her peachy pussy and the hand-operative device was in her skirt pocket. The Company required Executives to dress professionally, even on Fridays, so she wore her tomato red executive suit, red pumps, an off-white blouse and matching off-white thigh-high stockings with lacy tops—and no panties.
As Mr. Von Rohr was giving the agenda of this week’s meeting, Lola was taking the minutes. She would scan the faces of all 16 execs seated at the large glass-topped boardroom table as she typed on her company laptop. She noticed her capable assistant did not have her usual look of boredom. In fact, she would sit and suddenly close her eyes in silent ecstasy. She also thought she could hear faint breathy gasps as Kyla sat in the chair across from her. She listened closer and heard something that sounded like a soft slurping or sucking. She noticed the sounds were coming from beneath the big exec table, so she reached down for her purse as if to get a facial tissue. She bent over and could see Kyla’s legs spread wide open, her skirt resting high on her firm thighs, and this device mounted to her bare cunt. Kyla still had her eyes closed, so she did not see her boss viewing her hidden voyeurism.
Right after the meeting, Lola called for Kyla to stay in the large board meeting room to get her portion of the notes to finish on Monday. Everyone else left the room to hurry to their weekend destinations.
