My name is Rob, Rob Hayes. I'm twenty three years old and I work in the City of London for a well known Private Bank as a Financial Planning Manager. That is to say I look after high net worth individuals and advise them on tax planning, Inheritance Tax mitigation and investing to protect and grow their wealth.
I graduated from Oxford Brookes University with a degree in Accounting and Finance then after Uni I moved to London where I now live, with the help of my parents, in a nice one bedroom apartment in Hoxton, . I'm a member of a local gym that I do try to frequent but only when I can be bothered.
My parents are quite wealthy. My father is a Consultant Surgeon at one of London's top hospitals and my mother is a Barrister at what is known as Bars Magic Circle in Brick Lane, London. They live in Virginia Water, Surrey and my father is a member of Wentworth Golf Club.
Although I had quite a few girlfriends at University I was always rather quiet and shy. They tended to make the first move. Nothing, however, developed into anything serious and although I think I'm a good looking bloke the girls used to say I was a bit 'wet'. They said I reminded them of Hugh Grant from the movies Four Weddings and a Funeral and Notting Hill. I suppose with my floppy brown hair, blue eyes and boyish looks I do resemble him a bit and I do tend to say 'bugger' quite a lot.
I'm just over five ten tall, slim with a trim waist. My previous girlfriends at Uni always said I had the cutest bum and a great sized cock. The problem was, they said, I didn't know how to use it.
Not being particularly outgoing I hadn't managed to get a girlfriend or even go out on a date while I'd been in London.
It took another year of studying at work until I was signed off to enable to have my own client bank.
One day I had to visit a Mr and Mrs Scott to review their investments and also to advise them about adding to their portfolio.
Mr and Mrs Scott, Daniel and Heather, lived in a sumptuous three bedroom penthouse apartment in Landmark Place, London Bridge.
When I arrived the apartment took my breath away. I thought it must have been worth in excess of ten million pounds.
When I met Mr and Mrs Scott it was she who also took my breath away.
He was thirty nine years old, tall, slim and classically good looking. She was thirty six years old, about five four, slim with superb breasts, a slim waist and her arse was amazing especially encased in tight blue denim Rag and Bone jeans. She was beautiful with long dark hair to her shoulders, bright blue eyes and perfectly white teeth framed by the most succulent lips I had ever seen.
We sat at their dining table and reviewed their investments, their attitude to risk and I found out that they wished to top up their Self Invested Personal Pension along with a sizeable investment to their portfolio.
Dan Scott worked in overseas sales and he would be out of the country for about ten days so I made an appointment to see them in a fortnights time.
Two weeks later I was back in their apartment with my recommendations.
Dan was wearing chinos and a pale blue polo shirt but Heather seemed to be dressed far more glamorous than last time. She wore a tight bodied sundress in white with white heels. She looked stunning.
I could feel her eyes on me the whole time I was there and a couple of times I caught her staring. When I looked back she just smiled and continued to do it. I was sure her husband would say or do something but it seemed he was oblivious to it all.
Fortunately they agreed to my recommendations and we concluded the paperwork.
Work carried on as normal for the next week or so until I received a phone call from Mrs Scott who asked if I could pop by as she had some questions to ask me.
I said I would visit them the following late afternoon.
Next day I rang the buzzer and was told to go up.
When Mrs Scott opened the door I almost gasped audibly. She invited me in and my eyes couldn't leave her arse that was clad in a tight black leather skirt that came to just above her knees. I could see she was wearing stockings by the line up the back of them. On her feet she wore classic four inch shiny black heels.
It wasn't until she turned around to bid me take a seat on the sofa that I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her cream silk blouse.
Nervously I sat down and inquired if Mr Scott would be joining us.
'Oh no, Dan is working away this week. I just have some questions about the paperwork you sent us, particularly regarding my pension fund. I'll just go and get the file.'
I heard her stockings rasp together and the leather of her skirt creak as she stood. My cock was starting to swell.
'Ah, here we are,' she said as she sat beside me and handed me her pension file.
Our thighs were touching as she leaned in to look at the file and to ask a question about how her investments were distributed.
As I went to explain I could feel her left hand on my right thigh. I tried to ignore it and carried on talking.
She moved it higher up my thigh and I paused to clear my throat.
Further up her hand slowly moved. I could feel my cock getting harder the nearer her hand was to the top of my thigh.
She asked another question just as her fingers stroked along the side of my balls.
I stammered out a reply, wondering what was happening.
'Can I ask another question?' she said.
'Su...sure.' I replied.
'Can I fuck you?' she asked as her hand went straight onto my hard cock and she palmed it over my suit trousers.
'I really do think you want me to?'she teased.
I moaned softly as she stroked me through my pants.
'Bu...but what about Mr Scott. I ca..can't. It's no...not allowed.'
'Oh don't worry about that. We're not going to tell anyone and Dan doesn't mind sharing. If you know what I mean.' she said with a salacious grin.
She took the file from me and laid it on the coffee table before turning towards me and peeling my jacket from my shoulders.
'You look rather hot!'
Next my tie was undone and eased off.
She went to my trousers and undid the button before easing down the zip. Before I knew it they and my boxers were round my knees and she was stroking my bare cock, cooing about how big and hard it was.
Heather looked me in the eyes while taking her hand from my cock and undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Soon she was bare breasted and I couldn't take my eyes off her glorious tits with their plump erect nipples.
'Oh Rob. I'm super horny today!'
With that she stood and hitched her leather skirt up to her waist to reveal a shaved wet pussy glistening with her juices and her black satin garters that hung from her suspender belt.
She straddled me and took my eight inch cock in her fist then rubbed the head up and down her lips before slowly impaling herself.
I groaned in amazement as I felt her velvety walls slide down my cock, gripping it.
'Kiss me!' she ordered.
Her lips fell to meet mine as we kissed open mouthed, her tongue seeking out my own.
She ground her pussy down onto me.
'Oh yes, So good Rob.' she said when she broke the kiss. 'Please, suck my nipples while I ride you.'
I took a large teat in my mouth as she slowly rose and fell on my throbbing cock.
'Bite it darling. It makes me cum. That's it harder. Oh fuck yes!'
She sat flat on my cock making jerky movements as I sucked and bit her nipple.
'Oh God yes. Cumming baby. Don't stop. Oh fuck!'
I felt her juices on my thigh as she nuzzled her face into my neck while she caught her breath.