I was sitting in Mrs. Gelotti's office discussing the possibility of carrying her company's line of cosmetics and her new line of clothing. We had gotten to the point where I felt comfortable using her first name, Sheila, and actually the only thing left to negotiate was my line of credit. That's when he walked in.
He opened the door and strode in. Excusing himself for the interruption, Sheila nodded to him and sitting down, she introduced him as Jason Marton. He was the head designer at the House of Gelotti, her company, and he had come in to ask her if she wanted to go out for lunch.
Smiling, Mrs. Gelotti looked at me and asked: "Care to join us?"
I wouldn't have missed the chance. Jason was to die for. Lean, tall, handsome and as my eyes drifted down, also very well endowed in the,,,, ahem,.... male attributes department.
Over lunch my suspicions were confirmed. Sheila liked women. Her hand moved to my knee under the table and slowly pushed up under my mini-skirt.
Oh I didn't mind, being used to aggressive women, and quite frankly I would have made a pass at her if she hadn't taken the lead. To help things along I excused myself and went to the ladies room and freshened up a bit and took my panties off and put them in my purse.
I didn't want any obstacles to prevent her from enjoying herself. Returning to the table I sat a bit nearer to her then earlier, and again she began her exploration.
Jason obviously knew what was going on and tried to keep the conversation going though there were long pauses when Sheila suddenly made contact with my wet pussy.
Actually I would have welcomed either one of them to my bed. Where Jason was so fucking masculine that he was making me pant, Sheila was a very sexy and beautiful woman. And she seemed to be extremely young to own such a prestigious company.
That was soon explained away. She had acquired the company in a divorce settlement. She had been married for three years and it didn't work out. Apparently her husband at that time wasn't interested enough in sex to keep her satisfied.
She smiled at Jason and confessed that without his help she would have had an extremely difficult time. I wasn't sure whether she was talking about running the business or her getting thru her divorce.
Now her fingers were moving over my clit and I began to have a bit of a problem concentrating on what was being discussed.
Hell at that point my hand was under the table too, but Jason was the object of my interests at that moment.
I couldn't reach far enough to get my hand where it needed to be but he accepted my grouping as if it were the most normal thing to be doing over lunch.
After two or three drinks too many, the party broke up. Sheila explained that she had hoped to spend the evening with me but that she had a prior commitment that would occupy most of her evening.
That was when she suggested that Jason take me out for dinner and possibly dancing later. Then she said something a bit strange.
"Oh and Jason gives marvelous massages. If you ask him nicely I think he might just..., well you know,... if you need to be relaxed before going to sleep."
At that time I didn't quite understand but I welcomed her request that Jason take me out and entertain me for the night. Later I found out that while I had been in the ladies room she had told Jason to take me out. He really had no choice, but I don't think he would have refused anyway.
I'm not exactly common in the looks department. I'm a model in my own right, and have a damn good body and an attractive face.
Six o'clock and I was enjoying a drink with Jason in a quiet corner of the Hotel restaurant. I had changed into something a bit sexier than I had worn earlier. I love leather and my outfit was almost entirely supple leather with silver accessories.
Again I had omitted wearing my panties or bra. Hell I was firm enough to forget the bra thing and I wanted to be available if he had any idea of doing some exploring on his own.
So sure, I'll admit it. I was smitten by Jason and I think he had the hots for me too. So a great dinner, three or four drinks to loosen me up and I was feeling cozy and very, very horny.
I had to take the lead. He seemed just a bit inhibited so when I got him up to dance, I initiated a few rather intimate dance moves never taught in classes.
Rubbing his chest with my breasts, pushing my thigh firmly up between his legs, and the always popular, nibble on his ear lobe.
Of course that was accompanied by a bit of panting. I was actually doing as much to excite myself as I was doing to him.
I finally felt his hand slide down my back and rest just above my derrière. Now my hips thrust forward and I began to actually hump his thigh. Almost as if tribbing.
By now I could feel him responding and that excited me even more. Finally I got him in a more secluded part of the dance floor and slid my hand down between our tummies and I clutched his cock thru his slacks.
To say he was large would be an understatement. He was enormous.
Around eleven I began to get panicky at the thought that the night might end. I kept on ordering drinks and by eleven thirty I whispered in his ear. "I need one of your special massages. The kind Sheila mentioned. Come on, let's go up to my suite and you can give me one."
I wasn't sure what to expect. He had been the perfect gentleman all night and I had been aggressive and rather slutty. Still he agreed.
Hell I didn't know what to expect and yet I knew he would, one way or the other have his hands on me.
Walking in I closed the door and taking his hand, led him to the bedroom.
Now, sitting on the edge of the bed, I sat, facing away from him, with my feet dangling to the floor, I pulled the snaps of my blouse open. One by one they slowly parted exposing more and more of my breasts.
I shrugged out of my blouse and began to wiggle the mini skirt down over my hips and finally onto the floor next to the discarded blouse.
He stood quietly behind me as I stood up. Thus far he could see only my back and ass, and in my sexiest whisper, I asked, "How shall we begin? Shall I lay on my tummy for you?"
His low sexy voice answered my question with a soft suggestion.
"Try lying near the edge of the bed, and I think it would be better to begin with your back. Just remember that I'm not a masseuse and this may take a while to relax you."
I remained standing, my back to him, and looking over my shoulder again spoke. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable doing this with your shirt off? You might get oil all over it."
Without an answer I heard him removing his shirt.
"Now your slacks. I would feel more comfortable doing this if you were at least as exposed as I am." After a long hesitation, again I heard the rustle of clothing being removed.
Now I turned and faced him across the bed. Oh my god, I thought. He's big, even with his shorts on his snug briefs were holding an unimaginably large package.
"Over here" I suggested, "on this side."
And with that, I knelt on the bed and crawled on all fours to the head and lay down. Moments later he walked over to where I waited..
Though he still wore his shorts, I decided I could deal with that later if things got interesting. So I decided to lay still and wait.
Not daring to look, I felt him come to me and sit on the bed. I felt his weight tilt the mattress as he sat just above my hips.
Now he began. "Tell me how this feels Pam, but just remember to be patient and just feel what I'm doing; I'll try to relax you."
Fat chance, I thought, just as the oil drizzled between my shoulder blades and his fingers began to float over my shoulders. Soon his hands were on the nape of my neck, not really touching, but sort of floating over my skin. It was almost as if a feather was being brushed across my body, but the touch was slightly firmer.
Not exactly a massage where the contact is firm and your muscles are being kneaded, but more like a lovers caress..
His fingers began by stroking my shoulders and soon moved back up to my neck again. Moments later, back down to my waist. Back up to my shoulders and again back down.
It felt almost as if a blind person was trying to memorize my body with his fingertips.
Soon his fingers were slowly trailing down my spine and I felt his warm breath at the back of my neck. He had leaned over me, then his lips softly made contact and his mouth opened in a kiss as his tongue tenderly flicked back and forth.
I have never felt anything so erotic in my entire life.
His mouth began to follow my spine down, softly kissing, as his hands tenderly caressed the sides of my back. For the first time in my life I felt my body begin to flush. My pussy began to slowly pulse and ooze its slippery cream, and I felt slightly embarrassed by it, hoping that he wouldn't notice the growing puddle forming on the sheets between my thighs.
As his mouth continued to lap further down my back, following my spine, I began to tense up. He noticed, and pausing, lifted his lips and whispered, "gently Pamela, gently. Relax and just feel what I'm doing. Try not to react, just feel me."
My god he was asking me to do the impossible. No woman in the world could have him do to this to them without responding. As I thought this, I felt his mouth return to that area just below my hips and at the very top of the point where my ass divides.
I expected him to pause, but he persisted. His hands moved to the cheeks of my ass and very tenderly he drew them slightly apart as his kissing and licking continued to move down the crack.
As he began to lap at my opening I let out a long low sob. "Ooooh. Yes, Oh yess. Oh my God, Jason you're making me crazy." My breath was coming in shallow quick gasps and my entire body seemed to be bathed in heat.
My heart beat so rapidly that my face felt flushed, yet he his tongue continued to stab at my opening a moment longer before moving still lower.
Now his face was nestled between my thighs, and my legs moved apart instinctively, invitingly, giving him more access to my inner thighs.
