That business meeting!!
Here she was, outside the cafe Its freezing, but she was warmly dressed in a pair of knee high boots, a pair of leggings and a warm fleece jacket over one of her favourite roll neck jumpers. Her breath hangs in front of her face, its so cold, stamping her feet to keep warm
“Susie,” She spins round to see him walking sprightly in her direction. she'd seen a pic of him and spoken to him, but this is the first time she met him.
Let me explain. 'I'm a business woman, ' she thought 'I have various businesses interests and two of them need help. My writing, I do seems to becoming stale and my therapy sessions I offer, whilst are growing are not expanding as fast as I like. Enter Paul. He's a freelance business adviser, he's 32 and has run 4 or 5 successful ventures in the Truro area for the last 10 years. I came across him through the Cornish Enterprise Initiative, that puts people who need help, like me in touch with people who can help like him.'
He looks much younger than 32 !, she thinks more like 28. 'Gosh, that means I'm old enough to be his mother!!' But he is rather good looking, his soft, clean shaven face, with his expensive suit, co-ordinated well with his shirt and tie really sets him above the rest. I've met people like him before, but all those were has-beens, who wanted to relive their failures through unsuspecting people.
He reached her, placed his hands on the sides of her upper arms, lent forward and touch his cheek against hers, making a “Mwah” kind of noise as he did so. 'Umm, well he's quite tactile' she thought. As she expected a second go on the other cheek, in a continental way, but it didn't happen. She smiled to herself
“ Hi, Susie, sorry I'm late, gosh it's freezing,you must be cold, lets go in and get you warmed up.”.
My thoughts exactly!!. 'Susie, Stop IT!,' She reminded herself, this is business. The trouble was, since meeting up with a guy called Simon on line, and their friendship, blossoming, they had developed a like of erotic fantasy story telling. Most days, Simon would send her a story, normally involving the two of them in some sexually arousing themed plot. It was rubbing off on her now, and every incident, took the form of a plot for another story. She, had to stop this, she needed to concentrate.
They walked in through the doors, The temperature in the cafe was very warm, she now needed to undo her jacket, allowing it to show off her lovely deep red jumper underneath, she felt her nipples relaxing a little in the warmer climate, and followed faithfully behind Paul as he strode towards a table.
Paul sat down with her. He was keen, he got out his A3 drawing pad, and opened it up.
“Well, Susie, you told me a little about what you needed from me, and I've drawn up these ideas, I'd like to run through them with you.” she was very attentive to him.
“I think the main areas of concern are....” he went off into some pretty, complex and probably very appropriate details, but all Susie could do, was to sit opposite him hands clasped on her lap, sitting bolt upright, looking at his face gestures. He sat in the chair, opposite, elbows on the table, but lower arms and hands flaying around. He was very animated with his arms and hands and she could only just control the desire to grab his outstretched fingers and pull them towards her mouth, wanting so much to kiss the tips and greedily suck them into her warm mouth. She must be blushing now, she thought, but he kept on, either unaware or polite enough not to show it.
She couldn't help it, she looked at his short hair cut, and remarked to herself the different tone in eyebrow and hair colour. That fine straight jaw line and the strange movement in his Adams apple as he carried on outlining his proposals. But more than all of that. Those cool bluest of blue eyes, just mesmerised her gaze. She guessed he knew that and thought he was probably playing on it to gain her confidence.
She felt herself, warming up, deep down!! She opened her legs slightly and let her hand drop between her thighs, she could feel the dampness soaking into that very small piece of cotton on her thong. She pushed her hand into herself slightly, feeling an embarrassing glow forming over her face. 'Just put your hand under the table and on my knee, Paul' she thought.
He didn't have the benefit of telepathy. He carried on outlining his proposal.
Shortly the drinks arrived, she had to move her hands in order to drink her coffee. The cup was hot, and she took pleasure in holding her hand against it, then placing the hand between her legs, and feeling the heat penetrating her leggings. Perhaps doing this would dry out her thong!.That very thought turned her on more and made matters worse.
It was no good, after sitting in front of him for 20 minutes, fantasising over him, abusing her in so many ways, she excused herself and went to the loo.
She went into the disabled loo, it was bigger, more spacious, and she needed space for what she had in mind. She was so turned on, and there wasn't anything between her and Paul, this was purely business, but, she was going to cum!! She hunted through her bag, found her small bullet vibrator, she sat on the toilet seat lid, switched her little gadget on, pulled the elasticated waist of her leggings, slipped her hand under her thong, and quickly settled it on her clit; Oh god, this will be quick, she recalled in her head his voice and mannerisms as she felt herself building up inside. Her legs outstretched as she thought of what she'd like to do with him, He would be in here now, her trousers on the floor with his, as he would be kneeling in front of her with his hard cock pounding into her tight pussy, their eyes closed as they felt the love of one another and heard each other's breathing. He would cradle her and lift her off gently, still inside her, then set her down on the cold floor, She winced, as the cold tiles cooled her bum on contact. He laid over her, his arms taking his weight as he stared into her eyes. “Oh, please, Paul. Make love to me” she pleaded. He slowly started again, pumping her deeper, she felt the orgasm growing, and slid her hand down between them, to focus on her clit, his very big cock filling her as he pumped each time, stronger and harder than the last, she was playing with herself so roughly now, she felt him tense up and his face went bright red, he was going to explode, she just hoped the condom didn't break, she didn't want any complications!! He let our a loud grunting noise as he came, and a second and third as he continued to pump through the orgasm, She removed her hand, as she had cum, seconds before he did and whilst it was not such a strong one as him, it was very satisfying. She looked up at him and smiled, closing her eyes, she heard the sound of someone trying the door handle. Opening them again she realised that her illusion was shattered, and found herself on the floor, trousers around her ankles, and a very wet hand, vibrator and thong. Quickly she hunted in her bag, having been a Guide she was always prepared, she pulled out a new thong, screwed the other one up and buried it in her bag, she quickly cleaned herself up, redressed herself and reapplied some lip-gloss. Checking the mirror, to make sure she looked fab, she flushed the loo. Washed her hands and exited the bathroom.
She found Paul, at the table, finishing off his coffee.
“Sorry, Paul. I've just realised the time, I need to be back soon, can I take these notes of yours, then what I'll probably do with you is set up a second meeting, where you and I can explore the possibilities more thoroughly. Thanks for all your insight, you have done some great things for me. I look forward to seeing you very soon.”
He rose to his feet, smiled, lent forward, hugged her, a shiver ran through her, how she wanted to grab him and weld her lips to his.
She turned, “Bye Paul, I'll ring you tomorrow, Thanks”, and was out of the door.
© Pollianna Richards 2010. No reproduction allowed with out the written authority of the author.
“Susie,” She spins round to see him walking sprightly in her direction. she'd seen a pic of him and spoken to him, but this is the first time she met him.
Let me explain. 'I'm a business woman, ' she thought 'I have various businesses interests and two of them need help. My writing, I do seems to becoming stale and my therapy sessions I offer, whilst are growing are not expanding as fast as I like. Enter Paul. He's a freelance business adviser, he's 32 and has run 4 or 5 successful ventures in the Truro area for the last 10 years. I came across him through the Cornish Enterprise Initiative, that puts people who need help, like me in touch with people who can help like him.'
He looks much younger than 32 !, she thinks more like 28. 'Gosh, that means I'm old enough to be his mother!!' But he is rather good looking, his soft, clean shaven face, with his expensive suit, co-ordinated well with his shirt and tie really sets him above the rest. I've met people like him before, but all those were has-beens, who wanted to relive their failures through unsuspecting people.
He reached her, placed his hands on the sides of her upper arms, lent forward and touch his cheek against hers, making a “Mwah” kind of noise as he did so. 'Umm, well he's quite tactile' she thought. As she expected a second go on the other cheek, in a continental way, but it didn't happen. She smiled to herself
“ Hi, Susie, sorry I'm late, gosh it's freezing,you must be cold, lets go in and get you warmed up.”.
My thoughts exactly!!. 'Susie, Stop IT!,' She reminded herself, this is business. The trouble was, since meeting up with a guy called Simon on line, and their friendship, blossoming, they had developed a like of erotic fantasy story telling. Most days, Simon would send her a story, normally involving the two of them in some sexually arousing themed plot. It was rubbing off on her now, and every incident, took the form of a plot for another story. She, had to stop this, she needed to concentrate.
They walked in through the doors, The temperature in the cafe was very warm, she now needed to undo her jacket, allowing it to show off her lovely deep red jumper underneath, she felt her nipples relaxing a little in the warmer climate, and followed faithfully behind Paul as he strode towards a table.
Paul sat down with her. He was keen, he got out his A3 drawing pad, and opened it up.
“Well, Susie, you told me a little about what you needed from me, and I've drawn up these ideas, I'd like to run through them with you.” she was very attentive to him.
“I think the main areas of concern are....” he went off into some pretty, complex and probably very appropriate details, but all Susie could do, was to sit opposite him hands clasped on her lap, sitting bolt upright, looking at his face gestures. He sat in the chair, opposite, elbows on the table, but lower arms and hands flaying around. He was very animated with his arms and hands and she could only just control the desire to grab his outstretched fingers and pull them towards her mouth, wanting so much to kiss the tips and greedily suck them into her warm mouth. She must be blushing now, she thought, but he kept on, either unaware or polite enough not to show it.
She couldn't help it, she looked at his short hair cut, and remarked to herself the different tone in eyebrow and hair colour. That fine straight jaw line and the strange movement in his Adams apple as he carried on outlining his proposals. But more than all of that. Those cool bluest of blue eyes, just mesmerised her gaze. She guessed he knew that and thought he was probably playing on it to gain her confidence.
She felt herself, warming up, deep down!! She opened her legs slightly and let her hand drop between her thighs, she could feel the dampness soaking into that very small piece of cotton on her thong. She pushed her hand into herself slightly, feeling an embarrassing glow forming over her face. 'Just put your hand under the table and on my knee, Paul' she thought.
He didn't have the benefit of telepathy. He carried on outlining his proposal.
Shortly the drinks arrived, she had to move her hands in order to drink her coffee. The cup was hot, and she took pleasure in holding her hand against it, then placing the hand between her legs, and feeling the heat penetrating her leggings. Perhaps doing this would dry out her thong!.That very thought turned her on more and made matters worse.
It was no good, after sitting in front of him for 20 minutes, fantasising over him, abusing her in so many ways, she excused herself and went to the loo.
She went into the disabled loo, it was bigger, more spacious, and she needed space for what she had in mind. She was so turned on, and there wasn't anything between her and Paul, this was purely business, but, she was going to cum!! She hunted through her bag, found her small bullet vibrator, she sat on the toilet seat lid, switched her little gadget on, pulled the elasticated waist of her leggings, slipped her hand under her thong, and quickly settled it on her clit; Oh god, this will be quick, she recalled in her head his voice and mannerisms as she felt herself building up inside. Her legs outstretched as she thought of what she'd like to do with him, He would be in here now, her trousers on the floor with his, as he would be kneeling in front of her with his hard cock pounding into her tight pussy, their eyes closed as they felt the love of one another and heard each other's breathing. He would cradle her and lift her off gently, still inside her, then set her down on the cold floor, She winced, as the cold tiles cooled her bum on contact. He laid over her, his arms taking his weight as he stared into her eyes. “Oh, please, Paul. Make love to me” she pleaded. He slowly started again, pumping her deeper, she felt the orgasm growing, and slid her hand down between them, to focus on her clit, his very big cock filling her as he pumped each time, stronger and harder than the last, she was playing with herself so roughly now, she felt him tense up and his face went bright red, he was going to explode, she just hoped the condom didn't break, she didn't want any complications!! He let our a loud grunting noise as he came, and a second and third as he continued to pump through the orgasm, She removed her hand, as she had cum, seconds before he did and whilst it was not such a strong one as him, it was very satisfying. She looked up at him and smiled, closing her eyes, she heard the sound of someone trying the door handle. Opening them again she realised that her illusion was shattered, and found herself on the floor, trousers around her ankles, and a very wet hand, vibrator and thong. Quickly she hunted in her bag, having been a Guide she was always prepared, she pulled out a new thong, screwed the other one up and buried it in her bag, she quickly cleaned herself up, redressed herself and reapplied some lip-gloss. Checking the mirror, to make sure she looked fab, she flushed the loo. Washed her hands and exited the bathroom.
She found Paul, at the table, finishing off his coffee.
“Sorry, Paul. I've just realised the time, I need to be back soon, can I take these notes of yours, then what I'll probably do with you is set up a second meeting, where you and I can explore the possibilities more thoroughly. Thanks for all your insight, you have done some great things for me. I look forward to seeing you very soon.”
He rose to his feet, smiled, lent forward, hugged her, a shiver ran through her, how she wanted to grab him and weld her lips to his.
She turned, “Bye Paul, I'll ring you tomorrow, Thanks”, and was out of the door.
© Pollianna Richards 2010. No reproduction allowed with out the written authority of the author.
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