I remember exactly what I was wearing the day I was promoted: a fitted black wool blazer covering a sheer silk blouse in cream; my favorite black tailored skirt that fell just above the knee; barely there stockings and my highest heels in beige.
My tapered waist was hugged by that jacket and skirt, and my legs looked about a mile long. It was a good day to mark my first major career success.
After years of hard work, I now had the keys to a corner office. I had promised myself I’d make it by the time I’d turned 40. I was two years ahead of schedule.
At the meeting in the main boardroom, where the announcement was made to the rest of the hundred-strong team, I bowed my head in modesty. Once the cheers had subsided, I moved to the head of the room and clicked on the digital projector. My presentation was as big a hit as the announcement, it seemed.
As one of only three women at the firm to reach this level of power, and the youngest at that, I had worked hard and smart to win my rightful place in the corporation. I had paid my dues. And now it was time to reap the rewards.
A young MBA named Charlie was the first to approach me as the meeting dispersed.
“I really liked what you had to say today,” he told me. “I have some data I think will help you solidify your plans for growth. Lunch tomorrow?”
I’d worked with Charlie since he’d joined the firm three years ago. He was smart. He was a go-getter, and he was speaking the exact words I wanted to hear. We both entered the lunch appointment into our calendars. When he looked up and smiled, I knew he was thinking exactly what I was: the restaurant in that downtown hotel where we usually met was the only place that would do.
“I’ll make the reservation,” he said. I nodded and smiled.
Suddenly, at my elbow was another young upstart named Sophie.
“I am just thrilled to be working with you at the helm,” she said. And because I couldn’t detail then the plans I had for her — playing favorites in public was not wise — I said, “Let’s grab a working dinner together tomorrow night. You free?”
That night I needed to celebrate with Mitch, my boyfriend. The next night was soon enough to begin securing my A-team and solidifying my alliances — and have some fun.
As soon as I got to my light-filled office, I kicked off my heels and put my feet up on the other Danish-designed chair in the room. “Meet me at Max’s,” I texted my boyfriend. “At 6:30 p.m.”
“You got news?” he texted back. I let his question hang.
When Mitch walked into the restaurant that night, he could see the answer to his query on my elated face.
“You got it!” he whispered excitedly in my ear as he wrapped his arm around my waist. “You are so fucking sexy when you win,” he said, pulling his other arm from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of flowers.
Mitch was a dozen years younger than me and very, very hot. I had picked him up at the bar in this very same eatery four months ago, where I’d rented a hotel room for a staycation — during which I planned to party with whatever young cub I could lure into my lair. I’d leaned toward him while sitting on a nearby barstool to say, “That girl you’re with is far too juvenile for you.”
“Yeah?” he asked. “What are you proposing?”
I slipped him the extra key for my room as I whispered the room number, had another gin martini and then headed back, wondering if I’d get to teach an athletic 20-something some new moves that night. Alone in the elevator riding up to my floor, I slipped my hand into my panties to finger my pulsing clit. Even if he didn’t show, fun was still on the menu. I had my favorite sex toys at the ready.
I poured myself a drink from the mini bar and opened the database I was working on.
I’ll distract myself, I thought. I’ll give this guy an hour.
But I couldn’t wait for him. Thoughts of what I could do with that boy’s body had made my pussy wet. I stripped down in front of a full-length mirror and angled one foot atop the bed. Heels still on, I opened my legs wide and reached for my toys. I slid a gently rumbling vibrator over my clit, shivering with delight, and slowly slipped a faux cock into my cunt. The lips of my pussy spread to allow its entry, and I angled the plaything and pushed it deeper, imagining how I’d enjoy that boy if he showed up.
The phone rang.
“This is the front desk. I have a young man in the lobby saying he found your cell phone. Did you lose it earlier?”
Grabbing my handbag off the side table, I confirmed that it was missing and said I’d be right down. I quickly dressed and headed for the elevator, flushed and very much in need of a proper fucking. Mitch was leaning against the front desk, making the blonde concierge smile and giggle as I approached.
“I can’t thank you enough for this,” I said. “How did you know it was mine?”
“I noticed you left it behind on the bar,” he said.
“Let me buy you a drink.” We both smiled at the front desk girl and headed for the lounge. But once out of view, I pulled him toward the elevators. “Why not just come up? Did you lose the key I gave you?” I asked.
“I wanted to see you in public again first, I guess.” The elevator arrived, and once in, he said, “Turn around for me? I fucking love your ass.”
“Where’s your girlfriend?”
“I have no idea — and she’s not my girlfriend.”
I had left my room in such a hurry that my dildo and vibrator were still sitting on the bed, and he spotted the discarded toys as soon as he stepped inside my room. I reached for them, laughing.
“I wasn’t sure I’d see you tonight. Sometimes a girl’s gotta take matters into her own hands.”
He laughed, but I could tell he was also excited by the idea that I’d been playing with myself while waiting for him.
If you listen well, they tell you what they want right away. And if you give them a little taste, it opens a universe of possibilities.
A few months ago, I had made a similar proposition to a beautiful young guy in a hotel bar in Chicago. When he knocked on my door, I opened it as far as the safety chain would allow. He said hello, and I angled my bare breast and already hard nipple into his view before closing the door again, sliding off the latch and opening the door wide. He stepped in and reached for me as he unhitched his belt and pants. He was energetic in the sack, but he had no finesse. He rushed to get himself off, and our hookup left me unsatisfied. But my first encounter with Mitch was very, very different. He oozed confidence and looked intent on taking his time with me. I thought, If this boy’s initial moves are any indication, we’re about to have a lot of fun.
I walked to the desk and put my paraphernalia down, then reached up to loosen my hair from its updo. Mitch casually leaned against the wall and watched my every move. I unzipped my jeans and began unbuttoning my silk blouse, my thick brown hair falling over my shoulders.
I love fucking different people. If you listen well, they tell you what they want right away. And if you give them a little taste, it opens a universe of possibilities.
I could tell he liked to watch, and I wasn’t going to deprive him of that pleasure. I walked over to him first, though — because what was the harm in adding a little touching to our foreplay? I guided his hand into my panties.
“Feel how wet I am already?” He moaned a little and turned me around to caress my ass. I pulled away, walked back to bed and reached for my dildo. Now my gorgeous boy would get a real show.
I slid my jeans and panties off before leaning over the desk. I was teasing him and pleasing myself by plunging the toy in and out of my hole, but I could barely wait for him to show me what he’s was packing and fuck me hard. I drew out the moment, though, heightening our anticipation.
I turned my head to see where Mitch was. Still in position by the wall. Still watching. Still smiling.
“The vibrator. I want to see you play with that,” he said. I was thrilled. He wasn’t just a watcher, after all. He wanted to direct the action. I did as I was told.
I know how to obey commands. I turned around and sat on the edge the desk. I spread my legs and ran the vibrator over my clit. My thighs were glistening with the juices that had streamed from my cunt. But then I cast the toy aside to strip off the rest of my clothes.
I needed him to see my tits. You like to watch? I thought. I like to be seen. We’re a match made in heaven.
I brought the buzzing toy back to my clit, careful to keep myself at the edge of climax. My eyes stayed locked on his the whole time. Then finally — finally! — he began to undress. I loved this guy’s patience — and what a fucking beautiful body he had, too. When Mitch finally revealed his cock, it was straight and hard and thick. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it. I couldn’t wait to feel him shoving it into my cunt.
He began to stroke his dick, leaning against the wall and still keeping his distance, which made me start to feel desperate. I swapped out the vibrator for my dildo, jamming myself full of the toy.
“I need cock,” I said. “I want it to be yours, but maybe you don’t like pussy?” I shoved the dildo deep and bucked my hips.
Under his watchful eye, I fucked myself hard. As much as I wanted to feel his hot, hard cock, I was really turned on by him observing me. I nearly came when I finally felt his hands on me. I pulled the dildo out of my snatch, expecting him to take its place. But he said, “No, no, keep going. I want to see what you like.”
This is the way to teach, I thought. Demonstrate, then try it out with the real thing.
I moaned as I fucked myself with the rubber rod. I needed his cock in my mouth, and I told him so. By this point, I was leaning across the sturdy desk lengthwise. I propped myself up on one elbow, and he came around to the other side of the desk to give me what I needed.
His cock was divine. As much as I’d like it pumping my pussy, I knew he was also getting off watching me being double-ended. And it felt so fucking good.
After sucking him for a while, I was nearly vibrating with excitement. My cunt was pulsing with need, and I told him I needed him to fuck me.
Mitch cupped my bottom and squeezed my ass with both hands as he sank his cock into my streaming pussy. I nearly came with that first thrust, but instead of tumbling over the edge, I let my arousal swell.
“Not yet. I need you to do something for me,” he said, pulling out and leaving me empty.
When I’m fucking new people, I love this moment. It’s when things get truly interesting.
“Anything,” I said, breathlessly.
“I want to watch you walk to the bed, and don’t look at me.”
I did as I was told, but I was realizing I had totally underestimated this guy. I was expecting to school him on some things that night. But now he was pushing me to an edge of excitement I’ve never known.
“Strip the bed. Take off everything but the bottom sheet.”
I obeyed.
“Lie down on your back and keep your eyes closed.”
He gently pushed me back onto the bed and rested one of his strong, warm hands across my throat. He straddled me as I squeezed my tits together. I loved feeling his cock nestled between my boobs. He moaned in appreciation as he began to thrust his shaft between my soft, warm mounds. Mitch groaned and stilled for a moment, no doubt trying to keep himself from coming. Then he climbed off of me, and it was my turn to moan.
Mitch pushed the dildo into my cunt and sucked on my tits. I opened my eyes to watch him as he tended to my breasts and stroked his cock. He wanted in now. I could tell. And I was so ready for it. The relief was palpable once his cock pushed into my cunt.
He rode me hard, each of us occasionally slowing the pace to stave off our orgasms and make the moment last. Switching gears, I sucked his cock while he devoured my pussy — until we both needed to fuck again.
I brought the buzzing toy back to my clit, careful to keep myself at the edge of climax.