Apparently all the women depicted here on Literotica are 5 feet 2 with 40" double D breasts; insatiable sexual appetites; love the taste of semen; and are anxious to have anal sex. Naturally, all their lovers are 6 feet 3; with 10-inch penises; and are able to have intercourse 15 times a day. Whereas, their husbands are sexually inadequate with 4 1/2- inch penises. This nonsense, accompanied by coarse vulgarity in most of the narratives, in my mind fails to qualify as anything remotely approaching eroticism!
Although the names have been changed for obvious reasons the story I am about to relate actually took place!
I had been away from home for three weeks. The trip back to Westchester County New York from Philadelphia on a Saturday afternoon was awful! Weekend traffic on the New Jersey Turnpike during the summer is always awful. A usually two-hour drive took well over three hours!
Hi! This is Gerlinda again. You may remember me as 'Geri' from some previous submissions here on Literotica. To recap - Coming from a small town in Bavaria I emigrated to America when I was eighteen and became an American citizen. Happily married to a wonderful loving husband for over twenty years. Stereotypically pale white skin, blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and what I've been told is an attractive shapely figure on a five-foot seven-inch frame. Being fluently bi-lingual in German and English, I am employed by a German-based company here in the USA.
I have the position of administrative assistant to Mr. Schumann, the president of the U.S. division of a rather prestigious medical equipment manufacturing corporation. ('Administrative Assistant' is a glorified title for Personal Secretary/Girl Friday.)
After almost a year in the planning I was required to go on an extended trip to help supervise the opening of the new branch facility in suburban Philadelphia. The time there would be about three weeks. Mr. Schumann had arranged for a limo to take the two of us from the home office to Philadelphia so that during the trip we could review and finalize the plans for the opening and discuss other corporate business. Also, that way neither of us had to drive - after all, he is the president!
The time in Philly turned out to be quite successful. All things considered everything went surprisingly smoothly and our accommodations were first-class. My responsibilities were demanding and not without a significant amount of pressure. The days were long - often fourteen to fifteen hours - and included working on the weekends. As such, I was relieved that we were finally done and really happy to be back home again!
Upon my return home my wonderfully thoughtful husband, Roger, met me at the front door with two glasses of nicely chilled prosecco. After a click of our glasses, a sip, an affectionate hug and a kiss, Roger carried my suitcase into the living room where we sat down to relax and enjoy the wine. I described to Roger how modern and efficient the new facility was and how flawlessly the opening went. As a bonus, on the last day there we finalized a very profitable contract to supply all the equipment needs to a prominent upstate New York medical research facility!
And then I said to Roger "I have something more I must tell you. Please don't interrupt or say a word until I'm done or I might not be able to go through with the account of what happened while I was in Philadelphia."
"On Friday evening those company employees that had worked on the project were invited to the executive suite at the luxurious hotel in which Mr. Schumann and I were staying to unwind and celebrate the conclusion of all business matters. As a token of his appreciation for all the work done by the team Mr. Schumann had arranged for a German style catered buffet including a few bottles of Champagne -to go with the assorted cold cuts, sliced cheeses and dark rye bread.
"The limo was not scheduled to bring Mr. Schumann and me back to where we had left out cars at the White Plains home office in Westchester until Saturday morning. However, the majority of the employees lived in the immediate area, and would be leaving for their homes Friday evening to spend the weekend with their families. As the evening wore on the group thinned out until finally Mr. Schumann and I were the only ones left in the suite.
"Although several years younger than myself I have never referred to him other than 'Mr. Schumann' and only when we were alone would he call me by my first name but in the presence of others I was always referred to as 'Mrs. A...'. Mr. Schumann commended me on my efforts not only with the opening of the new facility but also being instrumental in finalizing the business transaction. Apologizing for requiring me to be away from my home for such a prolonged time, plus all the stress involved, he told me that he would be contacting headquarters in Germany and tell them that based on my performance I was clearly entitled to a significant raise!
"We were still in business attire - he an expensive dark blue suit, crisp light blue shirt with French cuffs and matching tie. I wore a conservative charcoal business outfit - knee-length skirt and matching jacket, light pink high-neck blouse and sensible heels.
"Mr. Schumann hung his suit jacket on the back of one of the chairs, brought two glasses of Champagne back to the black leather sofa on which I was seated, and sat down on the sofa a few feet away. Then, with a tired but cheerful 'Prost' we clicked glasses and toasted our success. Finally, we were able to relax!
