All characters depicted in this story are eighteen or older.
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Lydia watched him walk across the lobby. He was smooth and powerful like a jungle cat. Even under his Armani suit she could see the ripple of his muscles. Her hungry eyes followed him to the elevator. She finished her morning coffee and started reading the manuscript that Kathy had left for her. Two hours later he stepped out of the elevator and walked directly toward her. Her heart skipped a beat. Tall and handsome with short brown hair and dancing brown eyes, he was the picture of virility.
Lydia was a spectacular redhead with a dynamite body. She wasn't used to caving in to her natural instincts, but as he approached, she felt her usual iron resolve fading.
"Pardon me miss, but I just couldn't help noticing you. You're very pretty. May I have the pleasure of taking you to lunch?"
"You are very forward sir. I don't even know your name," the flustered Lydia said.
"My name is Jason King. What is your name?"
She stuttered, "Lydia King. What a coincidence."
"Well Lydia, now that we are properly introduced, the lunch invitation still stands. Are you up for it?"
Lydia wasn't used to being picked up by strangers but there was something vaguely familiar about this guy. Besides, he was a hunk. Her curiosity piqued, she replied, "Well, okay, I suppose."
She stood up and took his offered arm. He escorted her to a waiting limo and they were off. He took her to a small exclusive, expensive bistro off the main drag.
"Be back in an hour Philips," he told the driver.
"I thought that was a company limo," Lydia remarked.
"No, that's my old one. My new one will be here next week."
It was readily apparent to Lydia that Jason had a lot of money but she had no idea how much. The waiters and kitchen staff all seemed to know Jason. Lydia was impressed.
"They all seem to know you," she said.
"They should, they work for me," Jason replied.
"You mean you own this place?"
"Well, yeah, it and a half dozen or so other businesses around this city. Do you want to order or shall we leave it up to the chef?"
"Let's leave to the chef."
A bottle of champagne appeared along with an appetizer tray. Lydia liked the appetizers and had two glasses of champagne before the salad course was served.
"I'm not used to drinks before five," she giggled.
She looked into his eyes and saw a deep, burning animal lust reflected in them. Had she been completely sober, it probably would have scared her, but the two drinks had pumped her bravado up so she gazed intently into his eyes. A hint of a smile crossed his lips.
"Did I do something funny?" she asked.
"Oh no! It's just that I thought you were pretty before but now that I get a closer look I can see that you are incredibly beautiful. Are you a model or one of Hefner's girls?"
Lydia blushed a pretty pink.
"No, no, I'm an editor for a woman's magazine. I have the manuscript for a new story right here. I was reading it when you introduced yourself. What is your line of work?"
"I guess you could call me an international entrepreneur. I run businesses in 7 countries and I do a lot of charity work."
"I'm not afraid of you anymore," said Lydia, "I usually don't let strange men pick me up but there is something about you. I don't know what it is but I'm sure it will come to me eventually."
"While you're waiting for it to come to you, would you have dinner with me tomorrow?"
"Where? Back here?"
"Actually, I thought I'd pick you up early in the day and we could have lunch in London and then dinner in Italy."
Holy cats! She thought. What have I let myself in for? "What time would we start?" she heard herself asking.
"How about eight in the morning? That will give us some time to piddle around London before lunch. We can have breakfast on the flight over."
Before she could put a clamp on her mouth she quietly said, "Okay."
They had a very pleasant lunch and then he took her to her apartment.
"Oh by the way," he said as they parted, "we'll being staying in Rome a couple of days. I've got business there. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Uh, yes, I guess so," she mumbled.
What the hell have I let myself in for now? She thought as she let herself in to her apartment.
His limo picked her up at precisely eight o'clock. He wasn't in it. It took her to JFK and out to the executive ramp. She had thought they might fly first class, but the limo dropped her off at a new Gulfstream business jet and a stewardess escorted her aboard. Ten minutes later Jason arrived.
"Sorry I'm late," he apologized, "but something came up at the last minute that demanded attention."
"That's alright," she replied. "I've only been here a few minutes."
The big bizjet taxied out and took off, heading over the wide blue Atlantic. "I hope you're not nervous about this," he said, "but I have to conduct my social life around my business. If I don't, I'll have neither of them."
"I understand. I want you to know that I don't usually go chasing off around the world with men."
"No, no, it was obvious to me right from the beginning that you were a lady of class. I'm not used to picking up strange women either but there is something about you that I can't identify. Let's just try to forget this mystery stuff and have a good time."
"Okay," she replied, relaxing into the sumptuous luxury of the airplane.
The stewardess served some rolls and hot coffee. This was turning into the perfect date! He sat on the overstuffed sofa and she sat beside him. He put his arm around her and she didn't flinch. His lips brushed her forehead and she leaned into him and sighed.
They fell asleep on the trip to England. The stewardess woke them up to announce their arrival at Heathrow. They got into the waiting limo which whisked them into the heart of the city. Lydia had never been to London so Jason had the limo take them to see all the sights finally pulling up in front of a fish and chips house.
"Lunch time!" Jason announced happily. "I hope you like this. When you come to England, you have to try the fish and chips." "I'm sure this will be fine," replied Lydia who had been expecting a big, fancy restaurant.
The food was no disappointment though. She felt great as they got back aboard the jet. Turning south, they headed for Rome. Once again she fell asleep in his arms. Her dreams turned erotic and she summoned up all kinds of scenarios, every one of them involved her and Jason and a bedroom. The stewardess woke them again to announce their arrival at Leonardo DaVinci International. Of course another limo was waiting for them.
"I thought we might check into the hotel before we start our Roman adventure," he told her.
She nodded her assent and they were off to the Rome Cavalieri in the Roman suburbs.
As they entered the suite she thought, hmm, could it be that my dreams are coming true?
The bellhop unpacked their luggage and departed with a generous tip. He looked at her standing on the balcony. Overwhelmed by desire, he went to her side. She stepped into his arms and offered her lips which he greedily devoured. He felt her heart beating through the breasts that were plastered against his chest.
Suddenly he stood back. "Oh damn, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me," he said softly.
"What makes you think I didn't want that as badly as you did?" she asked and stepped into his arms again. At every step Lydia wanted to back out but something powerful was drawing her toward this man. She had seen good looking guys before and even dated a couple of them but nobody had the animal attraction that Jason displayed. She had only given herself to two other guys and neither of them was very good. She just couldn't help herself with Jason.
Her hand dropped to his zipper.
"Be sure you want this. Any further and I won't be able to stop," he whispered.
"I'm not sure I want this, but I can't stop. You have some sort of hold on me and I can't let go," she said as she unzipped his pants.
She felt his muscular hands on her breasts. She was lost in a wild sea of hormones run amok. They danced their way over to the bed. He pulled her blouse off over her head and dropped it on the floor. Even enshrouded by the bra, her breasts were beautiful. He was now out of control. Unsnapping her bra, he beheld her magnificent offerings for the first time. His lips dropped to her nipples and he suckled the succulent fruits. His pants hit the floor and her hand grasped his cock through his shorts.
"Get those off!" she commanded.
He unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the ground with the rest of the clothing. She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. She, too, feasted at his nipples.
He rolled her backwards onto the bed and dragged her panties off. He could see that her pussy was already wet. His tongue found her slit and he raked it from bottom to top.
