When Caroline Marsden walked into the Chanticleer and was conducted by the maitre d' through the dining room to the table where I sat waiting for her, I thought everyone in the room would turn and look at her. She was the most attractive, self-confident, powerful woman I had ever seen. She was an elegant opportunity, my best chance to vacate my humble cubicle on the 21st floor of the Alerton International Building and move up to something better. She was tall, raven-haired, and wore black silk with emerald earrings, and I was nervous. Instead of feeling like an up-and-coming young employee about to be freed from his cube, the sight of her walking towards me made me feel like a bumbler wearing mismatched socks. As she came to the table I stood to greet her. She smiled warmly and looked at me directly with large hazel eyes. I guessed her age as 40ish but I have never been good at guessing age. She could have been younger.
"Good evening, Paul. I am very pleased you were able to accept my invitation for dinner. I have been looking forward to getting to know you."
When Mia Tang, her assistant, came to my cubicle and told me that Ms. Marsden would like to speak with me, my surprise must have been evident. "Yes, it's true," Mia assured me. Ms. Marsden had never spoken to me before she invited me to dinner. When I was sitting in front of her, Ms. Marsden told me she enjoyed getting to know the people who worked for her more personally. I accepted her invitation on the spot. How could I have turned her down?
Drinks and dinner were ordered and the waiter left us.
"Paul, I know that we have a business relationship and not a personal one, but I would genuinely like to spend the evening with you and not talk about business until later. I have already taken the liberty of calling you by you first name and this evening I hope you will call me by mine, Caroline. I have had enough of being Ms. Marsden for one day."
"Caroline."
"Good. I like that."
A bottle of wine and good meal have a way of bringing people together, and this evening was no exception. I found that I enjoyed Caroline Marsden's company. We talked about families. Caroline told a very funny story about her Uncle Roger who had a mortal fear of mayonnaise, and I responded with the story of my younger brother's attempt to elope with his 16-year-old sweetheart only to have his car break down a block from her house with her father in hot pursuit. We laughed and enjoyed ourselves. No word of business was mentioned. After dessert Caroline paid the bill and suggested we move on to the business part of the evening. The business part of the evening involved getting in her Mercedes and driving across the city to an ornate brownstone apartment house bordering Redmont Park. We rode the elevator to the top floor where Caroline produced keys and opened the door to a very pleasant apartment. I assumed as I looked at the leather furniture and the view of the city lights across the park that Caroline lived here, but, as I would soon find out, I was wrong.
As I stood looking out at the city lights Caroline Marsden came up behind me and put her arms around me.
"Paul, I have lost something and I need you to help me find it again." Her right hand descended to my crotch and began to squeeze and stroke me. Was I shaken? Was this unexpected? Totally. Did I say something like Ms. Marsden I need to go home now? No. I turned to her, and Caroline Marsden, my boss, kissed me hungrily, opened her mouth so that I could slip deep into hers and pressed her hips against my hardening cock. I had an inkling what Caroline Masden might be looking for and wanted to help her find it.
"Unzip me, Paul." I did. Black silk rustled to the floor and she stood before me smiling in a lacy black bra and panties.
"If you want me to suck you, Paul you are going to have to take off those pants. Why don't you let me help you?" My belt buckle was undone, my fly unzipped and her hands slowly guided my pants over my hips and down to my ankles. Caroline knelt before me and kissed the large bulge that had formed in my briefs, then she hooked her fingers into the band and drew them down freeing my cock from its confinement. My cock leapt out, straightened, stretched and pointed at Caroline's mouth. Caroline made happy sounds as she took me in her fingers. "I just knew it was going to be a big one, Paul. It's beautiful. I love the delicate violet color around the rim of the head." She opened her mouth, looked up at me and then extended her tongue and began flicking the swollen head.
"Do you want me to suck it? If you want me to suck it, you are going to have to ask me."
