I made my way down the hall and out into the lobby, immediately pinpointing the tall, well-dressed, Italian suit wearer. Yep, that was him for sure. I approached him and shook the gentleman’s hand “You must be Thomas.”

I extended my hand to her as well, “It’s nice to meet you, Terri. I’m Emma.”

She couldn’t have been more than 23 or 24 years old; her face was smooth and innocent, bearing the perfect complexion of California sunshine.  She wore a tailored business suit that fit her curves perfectly and a lacey camisole underneath her suit jacket that exposed itself a bit, giving her a very sexy yet professional touch. Her blonde hair was loosely held in a French twist atop her head and she wore glasses similar to mine. In her arms she clutched magazines and a portfolio case that bore the initial “T”.  She took my hand in exchange and gripped it softly.

“Hi Emma, it’s nice to meet you as well.”


As we shook hands, I noticed how her touch was extremely soft.  Her nails were perfectly manicured (unlike mine, which looked hurried and tired). Her contagious smile amplified and contrasted through her glossy painted lips as we exchanged pleasantries.

I swore I could sense that she rubbed her thumb across my hand a little as the handshake ended, but I tried not to dwell on that sensation.  Instead, I led them back to the conference room, offered them something to drink, and hurried back to inform my boss of their arrival.

“Sir, Thomas and his assistant are here. I made them comfortable in the conference room.” My boss rose abruptly and looked excited as he hurried to straighten his tie, “Great, great!”  He smoothed out his pants and jacket, trying to hand iron out the wrinkles, “That one company delivered the lunches, right?”

“Yes, of course, they’re in the kitchen area.”

“Alright, grab your notebook for meeting notes, grab the lunches, and join us in the conference room.”  He scooped up the presentations I had prepared earlier in the day, “We’ll have a nice lunch meeting.”

Damn, I like lunch meetings. Especially the ones with assorted platters of fruits, mini sandwiches, and veggies; it’s heaven I tell you.  Free lunch on the dime of the company and good food no less – so much better than the yogurt and crackers I usually gnawed on day, after day, after day… 

We waded through some small talk and consumed our lunches. Thomas, it seemed, ran a large company in California and was looking to expand his business venture to other areas along the west coast. My boss, who owned most of the area real estate, was more than happy to sell or lease it out with a contract in our benefit; even more so to a good ol’ Italian friend.

The food was delicious. I patted myself on the back for my lunch choice, of course, and fed my ego in between snacking on finger sandwiches and stuffing my face with fresh fruit.  Self affirmations interested me far more at this point than the current conversation about California business and regulations, small business interest rates, and the weather (which had apparently been warm down there).

I find myself far too envious to hear them complain that they would never see a white Christmas in California – imagine the horror.

All the while, my attention had grown fixated on Thomas’s beautiful assistant as she spoke on. I found myself thinking about what it would be like to have this meeting with just her and I…to find out more about her.  Perhaps to touch her, taste her, feel her right now, naked and against me on the glossy table amongst strewn papers.  Immersed in a fantasy image of being with another woman of such beauty and caliber I could feel myself beginning to moisten a bit as my libido awakened.

 “Ever been to California Emma?” Thomas said, breaking my fixation.

“Oh yes, many times… I love the weather down there, actually. I’m quite jealous of you not having to shuffle through two feet of snow in the winter.”  I chuckle nervously and adjust my glasses as Terri now turns her attention to me. “I could certainly use some warm Santa Ana winds right now.”

“Well, you come down any time, Emma, we’ll take good care of you.” Terri grinned, an evil, sort of sexy teasing grin. I wanted to believe that this smile was a twisted property of my mind, but then, perhaps it really could be that she finds me as attractive as I find her.

Stuttering to find the right response to her offer, I become a bit flustered and shift in my chair.  Still fighting the visual of our bodies moving together, I try to refocus, but the rubbing of my thighs together as I shifted only makes me more excited.

“Thank you Terri, I appreciate the invitation. Perhaps I should plan on visiting if only to take advantage of your hospitality.”

She smirked and blushed behind her glasses, “I would expect my hospitality to be taken advantage of most certainly.  Sounds like a good enough reason to plan a vacation to me.”

Holy Shit.  I shifted in my chair again, fighting to ignore the dampness and excitement growing between my legs.

We stared across at each other almost daringly, with a glimmer of tease making itself more prominent as we grinned on, almost blushing, taking note of what the other may be thinking.  My nipples hardened a bit as my temperature rose from the thrill taking over my body, getting lost in her eyes…and again my mind traveled to the thought of tasting her.

Thomas slid his lunch plate to the middle of the table, breaking Terri our chain of attraction.  Terri peered over her glasses at me at one last time.  I tried not to submerse myself too heavily in the insinuation behind her eyes as she rubbed her pencil eraser across her bottom lip. It was then I felt confident that this heated visual exchange we were having was more than just coincidence.  I’ve done that same thing a hundred times and I know it’s a come-on. It has to be a come-on.

“Alright, so let’s begin the not-so-fun stuff, shall we?” My boss beams as he too pushes his plate to the side and pulls out the presentations I’d prepared earlier in the day. I sigh heavily and put my fantasies to the side for the moment…barely.

Okay, so I was reaching there, but mostly for reaction. Sometimes it works and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to find out whether this hot thing digs me like I dig her.

As the men begin to discuss numbers and location, I attend to my business focus and job at hand by moving the lunch mess out of the way, then picking up my notepad to join the discussion on proprietary income (yay).

The meeting seemed to last forever, aside from the flirtatious notepad exchange I was having with Terri – she’d look, I’d look; she’d nibble on her eraser, I’d lick my lips.  Still thinking this could possibly be just my intense perverse imagination, I tried to maintain some semblance of calm, but the cat and mouse games continued through a PowerPoint presentation and chart data assessment.

Two hours later we found ourselves dazed from the combination of turkey mini sandwiches and the overload of legal and regulatory information and all agreed we were ready for a ‘gear switch.’  I reminded the men of their 3pm tee-time and dinner at 7pm, hoping to entice Thomas and Robert into ending this maddening meeting, and convince them that leaving us girls alone would provide the perfect opportunity for us to learn more about each other, perhaps even persuade Terri to allow me to escort her to the hotel.

“Well, let’s just finish this up over a round then,” Thomas sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“Which round, old friend?” My boss teased and laughed, “The golf kind or the drink kind? Or both maybe?”

“I say a little of both,” Thomas chuckled back and rose from his chair. Terri followed suit as she gathered her materials into her portfolio and zipped it tightly. She then stretched…yes, she did…it was almost more than I could bear.

”Emma, would you please take care of this lunch mess and then perhaps you and Terri could go over the notes from today and type up the minutes, please?”

 “Absolutely, Robert.” I rose from my chair and gathered the remains of lunch.  As I headed off towards the kitchen area Terri followed to assist me, clutching her portfolio under her arm and manning two large pitchers of water.  Her suit button popped open as she juggled her load, exposing more of the camisole she wore underneath it.  The crests of her two very pert breasts became exposed as well and bounced a bit as she teetered along the hallway.

 “Damnit, it always does that,” she said, taking notice of her exposure. Her glasses slide a bit as she becomes a bit flushed. Peeking around the hallway to ensure nobody else is around to see it, she giggles,  “Oh well, I don’t have a free hand to fix it right now so I hope nobody sees.”

“Well, your secret’s safe with me,” I giggle in return, feeling damp once again between my legs and a little flushed. We do our kitchen thing and she fixes her button.

“So, you’re staying at the Four Seasons, I hope that’s okay…though I only booked one room so I’ll have to go in and fix that.”

“No problem. I need to reorganize these papers anyway so if I could use your office for just a few minutes I would really appreciate it.”

“Absolutely, you can use my office. I’ll let you sit at my desk while I call the hotel and add a room for you.  That is, unless you want to sleep with Thomas...”

“Umm, no,” she gave a look of disgust and laughed at my investigation tactics.  “I don’t wish to sleep with Thomas.  It’s bad enough I have to deal with him from 7 to 4.”

Terri and I make our way down the hallway to my office; as I walked behind her I took note of the way her suit complimented her curves. I think to myself Damn, she is really good looking…and normally I’m not into blondes…what the hell? Perhaps it’s the tanned skin, the bright smile, the great cleavage…

Again, thoughts of running my hands across those curves had taken over my brain, making me fixate on nothing else but her hips as they swayed down the hall. I shook my head a little, calling my own attention to the fact that I was thinking way too much like a man, and I stifled.

Once inside my office I made her comfortable at my desk and watched her as she began to sprawl her papers about and push them into an even stack. I took the seat across from her, flipping through my phone book for the hotel to make her reservation.  Her method is unique as she works, and I notice how soft her hands look, the way one strand of blonde hair has come undone from it’s domain atop her head to fall in her face.

“They don’t have flowers at the Super 8?”  I joked as I waited for the hotel reception to confirm the reservation and flower delivery.

“Absolutely, we can do that no problem.”  I smile, Terri nods.  The men oblige us as they hurry towards the office doors.  We accompanied them down the hallway and into the lobby, reminding them of the dinner reservations at 7pm and saying our farewells as they disappear down the avenue, waving.

We stand in the empty hallway, minds meandering from thoughts of workload and duties to ones of fun and disregard to the pulp stacks in my office.  Then Terri asks the inevitable question, “So Emma, should we get some stuff done around here, or should we just check in now?”

Her gaze says something to me, something sweet and innocent yet tempting and hungry.  I lean into her, again smelling her perfect scent, and say, “We could just go check in, but we should at least deal with shoving away our papers.  That way it would appear that we did some work around here in their absence.”

Carpe Diem, I thought to myself as I moved in to kiss her full, glossy lips, and she returned my advance just as passionately. It was then  I knew I was in for an experience of a lifetime.

There's no 'Dick' in Dictation (Part II)

Her lips were warm and tender.  They enveloped mine perfectly as I slipped my tongue in her mouth - she opened a bit and did the same. My chest heaved excitedly from my quickening pulse as I felt my pussy get hotter than ever.

I reached up to brush her hair from her face, but she drew away before my fingertips could grace her cheek.

“Emma, um” she looked at me longingly but a bit shy “We’re standing in the hallway.”

Still in a daze from the events just before, I realize that we are indeed standing in the hallway of my office building making out, which I’m sure the male co-workers would find extremely inspiring - but the female coworkers, not so much.  Perhaps she’s right. “Oh right… we should maybe…” 

I couldn’t help it, I had to chuckle evil for that moment - but then became a bit embarrassed.  She just looked at me as if I were pathetic. “Okay well we could move it into my office then.” I started to prance down the hall bound for the office, with Terri following close behind.

“I’m moving this” I popped the webcam off of my desk and slammed it in my desk drawer “just in case…”

Terri laughed “Yes, good idea."

She then began to pick up her papers quickly, not paying any attention to organization at this point… My hands reached out to break her stride, I grabbed her to me and kissed her hard once again.

Though I thought she might push away a bit this time, she didn’t - and I was pleasantly surprised. A shot of passion canvassed my spine, throwing tingles through my body. Her hands slid up from their position on my waist to move over my breasts, as mine moved down from her neck to her shoulders. I kissed her softly in small, gentile kisses down her soft cheek and began to suck and kiss on the length of her neck.  I rested at the nape and stopped there to enjoy her taste and her smell. 

I took a deep breath and kissed her harder; she smelled so good.

Her fingers fumble for the buttons on my blouse, her head tilts back as she affirms that my kisses feel good to her as well.  “I’m so turned on right now.”

She leans in to me a little closer and begins kissing me the same, we meet to lock lips as her hand finally finds it’s way into my blouse… my hand cruises up her thigh and rests on her garter line. Our tongues play a provocative game of hide-and-seek as we both are becoming heated and aroused to the point of no turning back.

Within seconds my blouse falls completely open and her hands played upon me, a little nervously.  My other hand makes it’s way to her neck and is grips a bit from the sheer pleasure of this inception.

She doesn’t seem to mind, so I leave it there and return to concentrate on the other that has now passed her garter and is gliding along the soft skin of her inner thigh. She gasps a little and tenses, but I assure her.

“Are you nervous?” I whisper through heavy breath.

“Yes” she replies, kissing me gently now and then saying “I’ve never been with another woman before.”

My hand ceases it’s journey as the other releases and slides to her shoulder. I pull away from her a bit, almost apprehensive, but seeing in her eyes that her feelings of passion are true.

“But you were… coming on to me, right?  Did I get the wrong impression?  I think you like this, you’re kissing me back…”

Her hand extends and she places a finger on my lips to shush me, giggling a bit at my bewildered expression. “I know, I can’t explain it either.”   I pull back into her but still resist kissing just yet.

She continues “Chemistry maybe, I don’t know. But I like it.”
Then she smiles warmly and begins to slide the menacing blouse from my shoulder, kissing my collarbone and up to just end at my ear. My eyes roll back in my head, I feel my nipples become like rocks… she whispers “I want to do this, I really do Emma.”

Before I knew it her suit jacket comes off, her camisole is peeling away nicely from her body - revealing two gorgeous, large breasts. I work down with my hot mouth over her perfect chest, sucking and licking at her nipples.  My fingers, now hurried with excitement, caress them as I work. She hoists herself upon my desk to a sitting, legs spread position and I stand between them enjoying the vivaciousness of this hot woman giving herself to me fully.

I reach around behind her to swipe the rest of the remaining paperwork off of my desk, and she laughs as the papers float and clutter the floor. “I guess we’ll have to reorganize those again” I mumble through pursed lips as they embody her firm pink nipples.

Her hands unhook my bra, releasing it to the office floor, it falls amidst the paper covered floor. Immediately, her hands touch my bare breasts ever so timidly, I guide mine to hers welcoming her to fondle as she pleases “I like that… don’t be shy.”

I smile and run my fingers through her hair, this time without her resistance, escorting the strand that had fallen in her eyes to return tucked behind her ear.

We kiss again passionately and our tongues play as if they'd never parted, I break and work my mouth down past her neck, her shoulders, her breasts (though I wanted to stay there again for awhile), and her stomach; stopping only to play a bit on her belly button with my tongue. She giggles “That tickles” but by the time I look up, she has closed her eyes in anticipation for what’s next.

I drop to one knee and run my hands from her feet to lower thigh “you have beautiful legs…” I caress my hands up them, kissing hard, first the right then the left… from toe to knee. Her excitement matches mine as her goose bumps are showing through her stockings.

“You’re sure you want me to do this?”

I ask once more, giving her the option to stop if she were uncomfortable. Instead she looks down at me and grins coyly “Oh yes,” she sighs “At this moment there’s nothing I want more.”

My hands slide up and meet with her panties. A wave of passion shoots over me, my pussy which had already been  hot and damp now begins to swell and become more wet, almost saturating my panties. Her fingers massage my neck and shoulders gently as I thrust her skirt up a bit to reveal her heavenly thighs and moistened panties. My mouth begins to water, her excitement has compounded as her legs spread a little more welcoming me to kiss her.

I do, on her thighs first and then up toward her sweet spot. I grip her thigh a bit as her nails dig slightly into my neck; the eagerness is unbearable for both of us. I kiss and lick her pussy through her panties while I unbuckle my pants and open them to touch my own hot, excited clit. “God Em that feels so good...” she moans as I probe a bit through the soft silkiness, just barely tasting the slightest hint of her through this satin-like barrier.

“Take them off” she leans back onto the desk as I slide them down, also taking the skirt and unhooking the garter; removing those also. I stand to my feet and pause for a moment, allowing my  pants to slide to my ankles, and step out of them.

I look upon her laying ready on my desk in nothing but her stockings and shoes.  “Teri, you’re absolutely beautiful” I am amazed at her beautiful body, and a little  more than impressed that she’s openly willing to fuck me on my office desk.  Moving close and bending; nearly hovering over her… I kiss her softly,  affectionately and tell her that I will make this worthy of being her first time;  unforgettable even. She braces my face with her hands and runs her fingertips  through my hair as she smiles warmly.

I revisit the places I’d been happily with my mouth, tasting again her luscious  breasts. Running my tongue over her abdomen and kissing her pelvis lustfully as  my finger plays between her legs, just under her hood; working the very top of her slit in a circular motion.

Her legs squeeze together a bit, pressing me between them… but I love it.  I meet my finger with my face now as she moans quietly. I taste my finger and note that she is absolutely delicious, and I’m positive that this experience is going to be just as memorable to me as it is her.

Hesitating for a moment to tease her, I insert my tongue into her hot moisten folds. Finger still working her pussy and sliding down to massage her clit; my tongue and finger work together to enhance her stimulatory pleasure. A back arch was all it took to convince me that I was doing it right. I dive my tongue a little deeper into her pussy… she jumps and moans a little louder; her hands grip the top of my head and slide down to rest behind my ears.

Overcome by the way she feels and tastes I allow my hand to slip down between my legs and play with my pussy as well. I can feel my cunt is sopping wet and ready for a good eating, but I was not expecting that… I was expecting her to just enjoy my work, and take in fully the eroticism. I plunge my finger into my pussy as I do the same into her with my other hand, again she jumps and groans, but whispers “that feels so good, uhmygod it really does… keep going.”

I finger fuck both of us as my tongue plays devils advocate to her clit, sucking and flicking it but stopping to run itself along the length of her. The action of dipping down every once and awhile to meet with my finger and circle around the outside of her hole, allowed me to taste her sweet juices before returning back to the top, which apparently was a good place since it was driving her crazy. She wiggled a little and moved her hand from my head to spread herself open for me.

I obliged by nuzzling my mouth around her labia and sucking gently just a bit “Jesus Teri you taste so good.” She moans in return and giggles a bit “that tickles Em, I like it.”

I remove my finger from her and taste it; she looks down at me abruptly, wanting to know why I had stopped for the moment. I remove my finger, and help myself to my feet once again; moving around to the side of her, she lays there wriggling a bit, and confused “What’s the matter? Why did you stop?”

I smirk down to her innocence and say “I want you to taste me Terri… tell me if you like it… suck on my finger.”

She welcomes my finger into her mouth, I melt as I watch her suck my finger clean of my own cum off of my finger and then rub the tip of it down her chin “continue Emma, unless you want me to eat you out.”

I’m thinking to myself I’m so making her cum right now as I bend to kiss her and move back around to the end of my desk, twisting and circling my tongue between her legs once again. Though now it seems the anticipation of stopping and starting had made her extra sensitive to my pleasuring her, as once I returned her response to it had become more vocal and absolutely more quantitive.

My arms extended up over the valley of her beautiful body and came to pinch and caress her rigid nipples. I knew I could easily cum without the help of my fingers if I were to watch her reap the benefits of my diligence… so I continued to do this, until she moaned loud enough that I thought for sure somebody would hear us.

I thrust two fingers deep inside of me as I crouch, bringing her to climax; at the same time thrusting me into the ecstasy of orgasm. I paid the noise no mind though as I watched her face flush and relax as she came - and came hard. Grinding her pelvis into my face and laughing from the elation; I reveled in tasting her nectar that had been coerced favorably, and lapped it away until she and I were both spent.

Hair tossed, office a mess, and completely clothes-less… we pause for a moment to look upon each others catastrophe and laugh. I help her to sit and we exchange a long sweet kiss. “So that’s what I taste like huh?” She laughs again, and then gets up to retrieve her clothing.

I do the same and throw her lacey camisole over to her, commenting about how much bigger her breasts are then mine and thank god because I don’t need the back pain. “So, shall we just leave the office like this and go check in?” I ask her.

“Prolly not” she begins to pick up the papers, putting them in a haphazard stack on the desk “Let’s at least put them up here.” I notice she’s still giggling and a bit zesty now.

“Did you like it?” I inquired as I opted out of putting my panties back on, stuffing them in my laptop case. “I mean, well enough to do it again? Or was this like experimental and you’re not sure?”

“Well, I think that you should make sure my rooms arrangements are appropriate definitely… especially the shower.” She puts her glasses on and smiles, wrapping her sublime breasts back into her blazer.

I nod and whip my hair back into a ponytail, picking up her portfolio case which had apparently been positioned on the desk underneath her as we were fucking.  Coming into contact with us, made obvious by the presentation of a stain that now adorned the front of it. “Umm, Terri… were you sitting on this portfolio while we were doing it?”

“Yeah, I think I was… but I didn’t notice… is there a T on my ass?” She bent over to expose a large cursive T that was now branded into her right cheek. I laughed so hard I nearly fell over; she stood and turned to me laughing as well.

“Well, I think your portfolio case will have to be replaced hon.” I chuckled, handing it back to her and grabbing a suitcase.

“No Emma, my boss’s portfolio case will though...”

We will laugh about that …. Forever.