- Sales team and confidential deal – part 1
- Sales team and confidential deal – part 2
I was awestruck with her beauty. “Jan,” I blurted, “I’ve never had a woman as beautiful as you so close to me. I’m going to stare at you all night and I’m going to be hard all night too.”
Jan had an impish grin and responded with one of my standard lines, “Come on William; tell me what you really think.”
I stammered, “The day I met you was the luckiest day of my life.”
Her grin faded and her eyes turned teary as she sobbed, “Don’t do that to me William.”
We hugged and kissed. After one drink she went to repair the makeup that her tears had caused and we went to the restaurant. When we walked in I could hear the room quiet as all looked at this gorgeous woman entering.
The dinner was fantastic. Our waitress made everything perfect—she was an absolute riot. First she presented every dish and described it in perfect French, and then repeated the same thing in English with a Brooklyn accent. I asked her name.
“Marie,” she replied. “Tanya to you guys.”
We laughed and talked and touched each other. Everything was perfect. At the end of the meal when she presented the bill Tanya looked at me and said, “She’s not wearing a wedding ring, which means that you are dumber than you look.”
I blushed and Jan started laughing uncontrollably.
We returned to the apartment and I made two drinks for us. Jan sat on the couch looking at me.
“Jan, that was a wonderful dinner; you were my dream date.”
She responded, “It was the best night I’ve had in years. How can I ever thank you?”
I walked over to the couch and pulled her to her feet and we kissed. My tongue forced itself through her lips and our tongues played with each other. I was aroused and pulled her tighter and tighter into me and I could tell she liked it. My fingers groped for the buttons on the back of her dress and as I released each one she kissed me harder.
The dress fell to the floor and she picked it up and laid it on the couch. She stood before me in her bra and panties. Her face was flush with arousal, but there was a scared look on her face.
She looked at me without speaking for several moments. I was getting worried when she said, “Before I met my boyfriend I loved sex and the first three months with him were good, but then he changed.
“Sex with him became horrible. He hurt me. After the first three months I never had an orgasm—just pain. I want you badly, but I’m afraid my body won’t respond. I’m embarrassed, but you don’t know what you’re getting into with this silly, immature girl.”
She started to cry.
I hugged her and we clung to each other. I gently led her into my bedroom and we kissed again. My lips started to explore her ear lobes, neck and upper shoulders. I could smell her perfume and the slight tang of nervous sweat; it was like an aphrodisiac to me.
I took her bra off and saw her breasts up close for the first time. I fondled them and licked and sucked her nipples as she sighed with pleasure. Eventually, I sat her on the edge of the bed as I slipped off her panty hose and panties. She lifted her hips to help me. The musky smell of her sex filled the room.
I kissed her again and gently pushed her so she was on her back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I knelt between her legs and pushed them apart. I knew I should be teasing her but my head just rested against her pussy hairs as I smelled her fragrance. My fingers gently combed her hair, some of which were already wet with her sexual moisture.
She lay still. I could hear her sigh in pleasure and yet I was doing nothing but smelling her fragrance and teasing her hairs. I knew there was no hurry.
Finally, I licked the inside of her thigh. She gasped with pleasure. “Yes,” she whispered.
For twenty minutes I licked her. From her feet to her inner thighs to the back of her knees, nothing escaped my tongue. I was still dressed, but she didn’t care and neither did I. My goal was to give her pleasure that she hadn’t felt in a year.
Finally my fingers spread her already opened lips and my tongue stroked the wet, smooth inner sides of her vagina. She screamed with pleasure and anticipation. My tongue penetrated her as far as it could go and then I pushed one finger slowly into her. She groaned and then gasped as a second finger joined the first. She was now highly aroused and she spread her legs even wider begging me to make her come.
I continued to tease her until she stammered almost incoherently, “Don’t do this to me; I can’t stand it. Make me come…NOW!”
My hands went to her breasts and I rubbed and squeezed her hard nipples as my mouth went to her clit and started licking and then sucked it hard. It drove her over the edge.
She screamed my name and then came; she arched her back and pushed into my face crying for more. My face was covered with her juices and she still kept thrusting.
Over and over she screamed, “yes…yes…oh god yes.”
She eventually quit convulsing and pulled me up to lay next to her. She kissed me hard and whispered, “Thank you.”
A few moments later she kissed me again and giggled, “I taste myself. Do I taste good honey?”
“Better than any wine I’ve ever served you,” I answered.
“Why do you have clothes on and I’m naked?” she asked.
“Why don’t you do something about it?” I teased.
She quickly had me naked. As I lifted my hips so that she could pull off my shorts, my erection sprung free. She giggled and cupped me with both her hands as she licked the head free of its pre-cum. She slowly teased my cock with long strokes from her tongue and then I could feel the wetness as she took me into her mouth.
I finally pulled her to stop and kissed her. Her face was flush with sexual arousal and she looked at me with a question in her eyes. I said, “This is your night. It’s the night to see if you can put behind you all the bad sex and pain you had and to just enjoy it. Tomorrow you can pleasure me.”
She nodded her understanding and I kissed her; our tongues played with each other and then I kissed her neck and shoulders, slowly moving down her chest to her breasts. My hands had been squeezing her breasts softly and I lifted them as my tongue circled her areolas. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing became more rapid. I tongued her nipples and she gasped. Her moans became louder as I sucked each nipple and then lightly bit them.
Minutes later she wailed, “I want you in me.”
My tongue licked her smooth stomach and played with her belly button. Her breathing increased and her stomach was rising and falling with her breaths. I licked and kissed her hips and then gently pulled her pussy hair with my teeth. She was gasping now; moaning that she needed me now and to stop teasing, but my tongue continued to manipulate her sexual arousal.
Finally I knelt between her legs and put her legs over my shoulders so that she was completely open for me to see and use. She was soaking wet and I could see more moisture seeping out of her vagina. I guided myself into her and pushed as I smoothly slid through her wet warmth until I was entirely in her.
I reached for her breasts and teased her nipples as I slowly pulled and pushed back into her warmth. Her eyes were closed and she was swinging her head back and forth with excitement. I knew that I couldn’t last long, but I also knew that Jan was very close.
Our rhythm increased and I whispered; “Now Jan…you can feel me and I’m going to cum. Cum with me.”
With a guttural, animal sound she lost control of her body as waves of sexual release caused her to convulse and arch her back into me; her body wanted all of me and frantically tried to get it. Her vagina muscles started to squeeze me and she screamed.
Her scream of lust made me come. I felt my liquid spurt into her warmth; filling her time after time. I had never come so hard before, or for so long. I kept pounding into her until I felt her come again. I didn’t want to pull out even after I was done. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her into my now not-so-hard cock. There had never been a time that I had so lost control of my body and let the sexual animal in me want everything—no woman in my past had made me come close to this feeling. It was awesome; it scared me.
We rested. Her head was on my chest and I could feel the gentle motion of her shoulders as she softly cried. She finally looked at me and smiled through her tears, “I never thought I could go back to the pleasure of sex again; I thought I had lost it forever, and now you brought me to a sexual peak that I’ve never felt before. I owe you everything.”
I kissed her forehead and soon she started to quietly snore. Hours later she woke me and we made love again. This time it was a quiet, deep orgasm that, although quite different, brought just as much pleasure.
I woke at sunrise, but not because of the sun—she had taken me into her mouth as she cupped my balls. I came and she swallowed.
We took a shower together and dried each other. She said, “I’ll get my robe out of my bedroom and make you breakfast.”
I smiled at her and said, “No.”