The Temp (closed for EklectikChik)

[EklectikChik]

"It's alright." I'd stuttered out, equally flushed after he'd accidentally head butted me in the boob. I had the urge to giggle again, but managed to squash it as he cheerfully lead the way back inside of his home. His seemed extremely cheerful and suddenly very chatty. Unfortunately between fatigue and alcohol, I was having a hard time trying to analyze this change, but was very aware at how bigger he was. Especially without the heels.

I did my best not to stumble or sway as he showed me around his master bedroom, the rest of the house a bit of a blur and my head spun as he began to list off things. When he turned back to me again, I slowly back up until my thighs touched the side of his bed. "Clear as mud." I said lightly and smiled a little. "Is everything in your house so big?" I teased and felt those damn giggles bubble up my throat.

Clearing my throat, I tried not to stare. With the evenings activities I had been mostly focused on keeping up my end of the 'job' at hand. I hadn't had time to enjoy my 'date' as it were, which was probably for the best. I quickly realized even, even through the haze of booze that I found him to be one gorgeous male. Something about him made me tingle in all the right places, making me want to suck in my tummy and thrust out my chest as my nipples tightened. I was too drunk to do any of that, so instead I wiggled my way onto the bed. My reputation with men was less than glorious and there was no point in making a fool out of myself. He was being nice and was going to pay me well for my 'job well done'. After tonight, there would be no seeing Mr. Trask again.

"Thank you again, for letting me stay. I hate to chase you out of your own bed. Are you sure you want to stay out there?" I asked and then realized how that might have sounded and back peddled, my cheeks again coloring. "T-that is...what I mean is...I wasn't implying that w-we s-share! I'd be happy to sleep on the couch if you'd like me to."

I clamped my mouth shut and shook my head, groaning. Smooth Emily, smooth.

 

[saedo]

"Is everything in your house so big?"

I couldn't tell whether her languid tone was a deliberate attempt at being sultry or just a by-product of her inebriation. Still, as she uttered the last symbol, I had a half-second of panic where I darted my eyes towards my crotch, fearing that I'd let my libido get away from me. It took about that long for reason to reassert itself and remind me that the sensation of my hardening cock was something I tended to be acutely aware of. My momentary foolishness embarrassed me still further. I felt the tips of my ears redden.

Fortunately, Emily's attention was elsewhere. Instead of circling around to the side of the bed, she clambered on at the foot of the bed and started heading towards the top. At first she tried just skooching backwards on her butt, but that proved slow going. She then flopped over onto her hands and knees and crawled the remaining distance.

I paid particular attention because clearly her dress had not been designed for such maneuvers. The tight skirt had originally rested not far above her knees, but the crawling forced it up her thighs dramatically. The hemline came to rest scant inches from her butt, which waggled back and forth adorably as she moved. I could see that portion of inner thigh that meant her panty-clad pussy was just beyond.

I turned my head away as my thoughts turned to pondering what color her lingerie might be. The libidinous inclinations were pooling in my groin and I could feel my shaft start to thicken. I forced myself to recall the batting percentages of the 1982 Mets, silently compelling my cock to cease its preparations for erection.

I turned back when Emily started talking. I was both disappointed and relieved to find her in a sitting position on the bed that folded her legs under her. While I could see a generous portion of her thighs still, she'd tugged the skirt a bit lower, preserving both our modesties.

"T-that is...what I mean is...Iwasn't implying thatw-we s-share! I'd be happy to sleep on the couch if you'd like me to."

I was actually partially relieved. At least she wasn't trying to seduce me. I'd been worried ever since the car ride home that she might think it part of her job to do more than flirt. After all, I didn't know how Sylvia had procured her. What if Emily was actually a paid escort? Her reaction put paid to that. She was still a drunken beauty in my bed, but still just an amateur.

I waved off her concern. "My only spare bed is a fold-out and it's only slightly more comfortable than the floor," I said with comforting grin. "I also couldn't count myself a gentleman if I made a lady sleep on the couch. I'll be fine."

I turned to go, but my mention of chivalry reminded me of one last thing. Emily was certainly not the first female in a little black dress that I had hosted in my bed, so I had learned a few things. I strode to the closet and returned with a padded hanger. "You might want to hang up your dress so it doesn't get wrinkled," I said, proferring the object in question. "Feel free to use one of my shirts if you want something to sleep in." I managed to stop myself before I added that wearing my shirts was what all the other women who slept in my bed did.

 

[EklectikChik]

His warm comforting grin had me staring. It lit up his face, his perfect teeth and kissable lips making my tongue sneak out to moisten my own. Not many men turned my insides to mush, but he certainly seemed to have the knack for it and it was a little annoying. I told myself he was just happy with my 'work' and was doing his part to be a gentleman as he had stated.

I almost sighed out loud with relief when he offered me a shirt to wear. The dress was making me feel stifled. It wasn't my usual style to begin with, but Sylvia had insisted I 'look the part'. But now all I wanted was to peel it off my skin and let everything 'hang out' so to speak. I felt a little silly sitting on this large bed which seemed to dwarf my already small stature.

"Thank you." I murmured, taking the hanger from him, our fingers brushing slightly and making my pulse once again skitter and my skin instantly tingle. Easy Em, I told myself. You're so not his type. Not even in his league.

He gave me a slight nod and I watched his gaze linger on my face a little longer before he moved away and retreated to the doorway. "Good night." I called out, fighting the urge to tell him to stay and warm the bed with me in it. Oooh boy...it had been too long since the last time that had happened, but thankfully this man unnerved me enough that I didn't quite have the courage to try and play the part of seductress.

With the door shut behind his body, I let out a long breath and slid off the side of the bed. It wasn't the most elegant move, but I managed to move to his closet, grasping one of his shirts and carefully taking it off the hanger. On impulse I pressed it to my nose and inhaled and moaned softly. Even his clean clothes smelled like him. Mildly frustrated with my line of thinking, I quickly shimmied out of my dress and into his shirt, removing my bra, but keeping my panties on. I hung up the dress and managed to climb my way back into the middle of the bed, now wiggling under his covers.

Exhausted, my mind didn't have a fighting chance in pondering the nights events. As soon as I was warm and comfortable cocooned, I greeted the darkness of sleep and fell into it gladly.

 

[saedo]

I was somewhat relieved when I was able to put the bedroom door between myself and Emily. My conscience insisted that I keep a professional distance since I was paying her, but my libido kept pointing out that a lovely, pliable female was presently disrobing just beyond the door. My sense of chivalry, but only just.

I retrieved a sheet and blanket from the linen closet and bedded down on the couch in the den. It didn't fold out like the one in the study, but the thick cushions compensated for the limited space. Stripping down to my boxers, I did my best to make myself comfortable and get some shuteye.

I slept poorly. Granted, I always find it a bit difficult to nod off when not on a real bed. But tonight my thoughts kept returning to Emily. She appeared to have quite the luscious frame under that dress and I strongly suspected that she'd have shown me that and more had I encouraged her. I was too tired to try not thinking of such things, but that left me with a raging erection. Had I been alone, I could have applied some "self help" to the problem, but with Emily in the house, Murphy's Law virtually guaranteed she'd catch me. Instead I tossed and turned, trying to ignore the throbbing cylinder of lust in my boxers.

I awoke the next morning with a kink in my neck and the familiar dull ache of my swollen cock. The head had worked itself past the waistband of my boxers, so the thick shaft was now pinned my lower abdomens, staring upward at me in mute accusation. I tried to will it into slumber, but it resisted such mental efforts. I would need a stronger remedy to cure this morning wood.

I tiptoed through the house, checking around corners lest Emily catch me in my undignified state. Fortunately I found her where I'd left her - my bedroom. Aside from the tousled hair, she was just a indistinct lump under the covers. Her slow steady breathing signaled she was still sleeping off last night.

Still, I didn't want to chance waking her by sneaking past her to access the lube I kept in the nightstand, so direct relief wasn't yet an option. I decided the next best thing was distraction. Some vigorous exercise ought to do the trick.

I crept quietly downstairs and into the backyard. The water in the swimming pool would be a little chilly, but doing laps would definitely distract me. I circled around to the pool "house" - more of a large shed, really - and opened one of the storage drawers I used for swimsuits. It held a wide collection of not only my own, but also forgotten suits from other guests, visiting relatives, etc. I'd acquired sufficient variety to warrant a separate drawer for all the female suits.

Selecting an appropriate pair of trunks, I changed into them and headed out to the pool. Rather than ease into the cool water, I jumped in feet first. The chill was a shock at first, but I ignored it and dunked my head under the surface. Now fully doused, I set out across the pool to the far side, my strokes slow and steady.

 

[EklectikChik]

I slept deeply and soundly, unsure of what actually woke me, but I rolled and groaned. My head throbbed and my mouth felt cottony and tasted foul. With my eyes closed, I stayed huddled under the blankets for a while longer, my mind registering where I was. In Jacob's bed, under his sheets, his scent filling my nostrils and making me instantly aware, even though he was not in the room. Strangely my body instantly ached and in all the right places. I groaned again and flipped down the blankets, blinking against the soft light that filtered into the room. I was indeed still alone and untouched.

Struggling up, I shook my head and slowly slid out of the bed, wincing as the pain in my head seemed to increase ten fold. I really hoped he had some sort of pain killers in his bathroom or I'd be cursing myself all the way home and home is where I promised to be as soon I woke up.

Stumbling to his bathroom, I chided my foolish aching body and the need I felt. Grumbling to myself, I searched his medicine cabinet and found an extra tooth brush and some Tylenol. Making short work of it, I brushed my teeth and then downed the pills with a swig of water and regarded myself in his mirror. My hair was a mess of waves and unruly curls, my makeup smudged, but not horrible, my body drowning in his shirt.

Figuring he'd want me out as soon as possible, I put a little pep in my step as much as it pained me and then stripped off his shirt and put on the dress from the night before, grabbing my shoes and purse. I'm sure I looked quite the site and secretly hoped to avoid him all together. Silently I tip toed out of his bedroom and moved down the hall. With my heart racing, I moved down stairs, tip toeing past his living room when I realized he wasn't there.

I paused a moment, now torn between sneaking out quickly and risking being rude when he had graciously let me stay the night or finding him. Politeness won over, not the need to see him again, I told myself and moved, glancing in the kitchen. No one there. Another noise caught my attention and I followed it to the back of the house where I noticed the pool through the gleaming glass windows. My eyes instantly caught site of his body cutting through the water. Entranced for a moment I stood staring through the window, my nose almost pressed to the glass as I watched him take one lap after another when finally I snapped back into reality and shut my eyes a moment, regaining my composure.

Taking a deep breath I gained a little courage and slid open the door, stepping out, fighting the urge to fix my hair and makeup and check my breath. Hell. I needed a shower too, but it didn't matter. I just was there to say thank you and good bye.

As he slid across the water in my direction, I paused and raised my hand, calling out his name to get his attention. His gaze jerked slightly as he caught site of me and I smiled, flushing self consciously as I cleared my throat. “I didn't want to be rude and just run out. I just wanted to say thank you for letting me sleep over last night...”

 

[saedo]

“I didn't want to be rude and just run out. I just wanted to say thank you for letting me sleep over last night...”

I stopped in the water near where she stood. She didn't look nearly as put together in the morning light. Her hair showed she'd recently been in bed and her makeup dated from the night before. Still attractive, but in a looser, less constructed way.

I was instantly reminded of my fraternity days. With only a communal shower in our frat house, girls who spent the night generally chose to forego cleaning up the morning after. Emily looked like she was about to do a quick walk of shame to her car.

"Oh, you're quite welcome," I responded. "It was the least I could do."

Good. She's ready to go, so just send her on her way and you can get back to your usual life.

But when I opened my mouth to bid her farewell, I heard myself say, "But you look like you just rolled out of bed - are you sure you don't want to grab a shower first? Or maybe take a dip in the pool? I always like to start the day like that."

 

[EklectikChik]

I couldn't help but look down at myself a flush a little, touching a lock of hair self consciously, but I had to get out of there. I had no change of clothes, no makeup, no nothing. I was about to shower and then squeeze back into this dress, which was obnoxiously clinging to every curve. There was also no way in hell I was going to get half naked to swim in his pool with his glistening flesh on display.

“I um...that's very nice of you to offer, but I should go. I don't have clothes....” I started awkwardly and then stopped myself, straightening myself up a little. I had to put an end to this now or I knew, somehow, that I would make a fool for myself.

“It was really nice meeting you.” I cleared my throat took a step back, “I suppose if you need anything else...you can contact the erm..*******.” I finished off and gave him a little wave before spinning around to leave. Lame! He made me feel like an awkward fumbling teenager.

With shaky hands, I pushed the glad door open again and quickly slipped inside, padding quickly barefoot across his beautiful floors to the front and letting myself out. Firmly I shut the door behind me and then hot footed it to my car, slinging my purse inside before following. It was only when I'd started her up and began driving that I dared take a long deep breath. My heart was still pounding, my palms slightly sweaty, but I had made it out without incident. Now back to boring, I thought.

 

[saedo]

Any lingering adolescent fantasy of getting some poolside pleasure vanished with Emily's swift retreat. At least I was somewhat justified in my reticence to "sieze the moment" given that she apparently was also less than comfortable with our situation.

Emily departed before I could even get out of the pool. Probably just as well; watching her backside wiggle to and fro as she strode away was reviving my libido and a wet swimsuit was hardly concealing attire. Seeing no point in rushing after her, I leisurely dried myself with a beach towel from the pool house before heading to the house. I managed to catch a glimpse of Emily's brake lights just before her car disappeared from sight.

I shrugged. One odd little escapade over with. Guess it was back to the usual once more. So what to do first?

A pang from my groin answered that question. The only question was how. Solo was simple, but having been deprived of late, it seemed a shame not to share it.

I glanced at the clock. Not quite 7 AM. Still a bit early for Debra to be up, especially if she'd been out the night before. But perhaps I might persuade this example with benefits to share her morning shower with me all the same.

 

[EklectikChik]

I should have been thrilled to be home, in my own space and my things. But as I tossed my shoes to the side and stripped out of my clothes, leaving a sad trail behind me, I suddenly felt...alone. It seemed rather pathetic that even though my meeting with Jacob was unconventional, it had been exciting and the most fun I'd had in a good year if not more.

The hot shower did nothing to perk me up, but I at least felt a little more human and decent again. In a pair of clean comfortable jeans and one of my favorite t-shirts, I brewed myself some fresh coffee and made myself a simple breakfast. Then, trying to forget about Jacob and his handsome, make me melt all over grin and eyes I set about checking my mail. I shot Sylvia and e-mail and thanked her for giving me the opportunity and that if she needed me for anything else, I was more than happy to take some work. After all, I still needed to pay the bills and eat.

With those mundane things out of the way, I slid back on the couch and curled up with one of my favorite cozy blankets, still feeling exhausted. My eyes drifted down and I fell into a comfortable, warm nap.

 

[saedo]

Fortunately Debra was indeed up and about at this hour. Knowing how well I tipped, it took only a little pleading to persuade her to accept such a last minute appointment.

Inside half an hour, the leggy brunette had me splayed out face-down on her massage table. Debra was slender, but packed some solid muscle onto her 5'8" frame. She soon had my arms and legs bending at ridiculous angles as she worked me from head to toe.

She repeated the process after I flipped onto my back, carefully avoiding my groin. When I'd first met her, I'd been embarrassed when I felt myself getting aroused from her massage, but I'd since learned Debra didn't bat an eye at such things. Now I stared unabashedly up at her as she worked me over. Her standard white T-shirt clung to her frame as she perspired from the effort, outlining her perky tits.

At last she brought her hand to rest upon the small towel draped across my middle, providing almost no concealment of the salami-shaped bulge underneath. "Definitely time for a little extra massage, I think," she said with a grin.

 

[EklectikChik]

My nap was glorious...long and lazy, until I jerked awake by my ringing phone. Fumbling around, I managed to pick it up, croaking a soft hello into the receiver. Sylvia's thick accented voice purred through and I smiled slightly. “How did your evening go? I wanted to check in and see if it was a success before I call Jacob.”

Slowly sitting up, I stretched the kink of my neck and relaxed back. “I think it went well. I think we made a good impression. He wasn't...well, thrilled at first to see me. I think he was expecting a tall stick figure of a model. And well...I'm not.”

Sylvia let out a humorless snort and I laughed softly. “Well, I can't blame the man. If he was expecting something else, but in the end, it worked out well. I erm...I stayed the night.” I added, then rushed on before she could jump to conclusions, “But we didn't...there was nothing sexual involved. I made the foolish mistake of trying to keep up with the man's wife at our dinner date and failed. He was gracious enough to let me sleep it off. Not very professional, I apologize, but I think we sealed the deal. So...if you need me for anything else, please call me Sylvia. I need whatever you got right now. I'll even stuff envelopes until we find something more permanent.”

“Oh I'm sure I'll be using you again, my dear. Let me call Jacob and I'll transfer those funds into your account by the end of the week.”

I said my thank yous and hung up, pulling myself together as I contemplated what my dinner plans would be. Possibly a quick trip to the local deli so I could grab myself a paper and start hunting.

 

[saedo]

"Tsk, tsk, " chided Debra as her fingers slipped around my engorged shaft. "Look how swollen you are. Feels like you haven't gotten off in a week."

"Three days," I grunted, feelings the delicious sensation of her fingertips along my length.

"And yet here you are on a Saturday morning still like this. It's been awhile since I've been single, but I'm pretty sure single girls still like cute and wealthy. . You stay in last night, or are you losing your touch? "

I shook my head. "Business meeting. Big client."

"Not as big as you, I'm sure," she teased. "So no ladies at all to tend to this?"

I thought back to Emily. "There was, but it was our first time meeting. Too soon for anything." I wasn't sure that was the case; Emily had at least seemed interested in more a time or two last night. Maybe.

"Aw, so Mr. One Night Stand couldn't close the deal? No wonder!" Debra giggled. "Poor girl doesnt know what she missed out on."

"You're welcome to take her place," I offered.

Debra smiled down at me and squeezed unpleasantly hard on my cock with both hands. "And for the thousandth time, thank you, but I don't sleep with clients." She paused, the mischievous glint in her eye returning. "But if I ever change my mind, you'll be the first one I call."

I grinned. I always offered and she always refused. Our little ritual. "I look forward to the day," I replied.

"Good. Till then, let me give you a hand. Or both of them, for this telephone pole of yours."

I closed my eyes as Debra began working my shaft in earnest. For someone who used only her hands, she could evoke some truly mesmerizing sensations. She brought me to the edge and held me there for agonizingly delicious stretches before dialing it back, soon to ramp it up again.

I held on as long as I could, but even that felt too short. Debra, as always, sensed it as soon as I did. "And now something special, for my favorite client," I heard her whisper. I then felt the new sensation of Debra's lips sliding over the tip of my dick. My last bit of reserve collapsed and a white-hot stream of jism fountained out of me. Debra rode through it like a pro, swallowing ever last drop.

When I was spent, she let my softening cock crash onto my abdomen, "Good God!" she gasped. "I'd no idea a man could come that much! " She breathed heavily for a moment, then smirked. "No wonder you can't keep a girlfriend. "

I was too exhausted to respond. It was with great effort that I managed to stand upright. I hugged Debra by way of thanks and made sure to tip her extremely well when I handed over payment. She truly was the best.

Debra collected her things and left while I headed in for a very long hot shower. When at last I stumbled forth, fingers and toes wrinkled from the immersion, I collapsed into bed. My last conscious thoughts were of the faint trace of perfume on my pillow before sleep claimed me.

 

[EklectikChik]

In the last three weeks I gone to three interviews, all of which had been a lost cause. Thankfully I'd made a tidy sum of money from my one 'date' with Jacob and it was holding me over. But things were about to get slim again if I didn't find something soon and quick. Not that I minded living on canned soup and salads, but I still had rent and utilities to pay for.

Right about the time I began to worry that I'd have to move back into my parent's house and I got a call from Sylvia. I felt my heart jump, hoping that finally she'd gotten me a good connection. I was more than surprised when she suggested another 'business date' with an entirely different gentleman. I was mildly disappointed that it wasn't Jacob. But we'd sealed the deal on his end, so there was no need to get together again, was there?

She promised me another tidy sum of money for an evening with a wealthy banker at a swanky art gallery. There was no role to play, for that I was glad. Just a 'casual' date for the man. We made plans to meet up at the gallery itself. Being that it was another formal event, I dug through my things and went for my little red number inside. The bodice hugged my ample chest, accentuating my cleavage and nipping in at the waist, then the chiffon skirt flowed out around my knees. I paired it up with matching heels, let my hair hang loose with only one bejeweled clip to push one side over my ear. With earrings and necklace in place, I spritzed on my perfume and took one last spin in front of the mirror and smiled. I wasn't your classic eye candy, but I could play the part for the night.

With time ticking away, I drove to the gallery with a flutter of nerves. I felt odd. I wasn't sleeping with these men and yet, I felt like a sort of escort. That hadn't at all been the plan, but Sylvia had apparently spread the word about my 'social skills'. So as I parked my card and slung my purse over my shoulder, I walked slowly to the entrance of our meeting place, my gaze scanning the budding crowd for the face I had studied in my email from Sylvia.

I had almost reached the red carpet entrance when a hand gently tapped my shoulder and I turned to see his face. He was taller than I imagined, but not quite as tall as Jacob, with a slender body and smiling eyes. His hair was receding a bit at the temples, but he was still nice looking, with his smart specs pushed high on his face. “Emily?”

I smiled sweetly and extended my hand, “Yes. David, how are you?”

He breathed a sigh of relief and offered me his arm. “There aren't many redheads around here, thank god. I was beginning to worry I wouldn't be able to spot you, but Sylvia wasn't lying. You are certainly beautiful.” He complimented sweetly and I felt my cheeks flush warmly.

“Well thank you. Us girls like our compliments.” I said lightly and laughed. “Shall we go inside?”

 

[saedo]

I snagged another crab puff off a passing tray as I maneuvered through the crowd. I was not in the mood for a charity event, even if it was one I'd donated to. Like many here, I tossed money at such organizations because it looked good on a press release. The parties were for some an excuse to drink and for others a chance to network. I preferred to do my drinking in the company of scantily clad models, so formal affairs like this were purely business for me.

I'd lapped the room nearly twice now, slapping backs and shaking hands with countless acquaintances along the way. I'd come stag to this one because I didn't intend to stay. As soon as I'd done my schmoozing, I'd hit the door and find myself some tipsy club girl to warm my bed tonight.

That wasn't to say that there were no attractive women here tonight. Most were already on the arm of some other (usually older) guy; these women generally weren't interested in risking their present situation for a quick bit of fun in the cloakroom. The pickings at the club would be far easier.

I was about to maneuver my way to an exit when I saw her. Took me a moment to recall the name - Emily, the escort/fake fiancée from a few weeks back. We'd had that weird interlude the morning after, but nothing had come of it. Never expected to run into her again.

My first instinct was to slip away, but she looked up and her eyes met mine. I wasn't sure what the protocol was for such things. I'd no idea if the guy next to her was her boyfriend or an employer. But just walking away seemed rude.

I walked over to her and smiled. "Hello again. I didn't realize you were a supporter of the Amazon rainforest."

 

[EklectikChik]

I hadn't expected to see Jacob again, so when David and I cut through the small talk and made our entrance, I almost did a double take when my gaze collided with his. My heart rate picked up and I hoped that my 'date' didn't notice.

I was even more surprised when he moved towards me with graceful long strides, so sure of himself. Tall and proud and looking oh so good. Damn it. My heart was now pounding.

Somehow I managed to smile and laugh, "Doesn't everyone?"

My teasing tone had David chuckling beside me and I managed to bat my eyes innocently. "How rude of me, let me introduce you two. Jacob Trask, this is David Wembly."

David graciously stuck out a hand and shook Jacob's while I fought the urge to touch my hair or smooth my dress. I felt a little awkward, unsure of how to act in this situation when I was supposed to act like an adoring arm piece. But with Jacob now here, I was having a hard time getting into the act. "It's nice to see you again..." I said, letting my words trail off as David patted my hand gently and began to tug me in another direction.

 

[saedo]

Seeing Emily, my desire to leave faded. I found myself thinking back to our last night together. There had been a moment there, right? A hint she wanted me for more than a mere fee? Or had I just saw what I wanted in her half-drunken stupor?

Now seemed a good time to find out. She wasn't on my dime tonight, so she could afford to be honest in her reactions to me.

I had to bide my time for nearly twenty minutes before I had another opportunity. Emily separated from David to get a drink from one of the bartender stations. I slipped behind her in line, taking a second to admire how her dress fit her well-rounded ass.

I placed a hand on her shoulder as I leaned in to whisper to her. "Tell me Emily, what brings you out tonight with Mr. Wembley? Business? Or pleasure.

 

[EklectikChik]

I was having an alright time at the party - doing my part to schmooze the crowd along with David, but I had to admit, although nice, the man lacked any sort of real character. I soon found myself bored and took a moment to excuse myself while he was deep in conversation with a female co-worker. Amen for that!

In the line, I was startled to feel a large warm hand press against my shoulder. I jerked slightly in surprise and then shivered as Jacob's voice and warm breath tickled my ear.

With a breathless little laugh, I felt myself flush with slight embarrassment. "Um...well, actually business." I cleared my throat as I selected a glass of cool white wine and turned to gaze up at his handsome face, "Sylvia said I did such an impressive job with you, perhaps I could do the same for David."

I smiled over my glass before taking a quick little sip. "I have to admit though, she's starting to make me feel like a high priced call girl. If she doesn't find me something a little more suitable soon, I'm gonna have to find something more mundane and 9 to 5."

 

[saedo]

"I have to admit though, she's starting to make me feel like a high priced call girl. If she doesn't find me something a little more suitable soon, I'm gonna have to find something more mundane and 9 to 5."

I chuckled, reaching out with my right hand and placing it on her lower arm. "Well, you certainly have part of the role mastered. What is they call it - providing a girlfriend experience? You certainly played my fiancee very convincingly.

"But you're right," I continued, "to fully perform such a role, you'd need more than that. I glanced around conspiratorially, then stepped in close till our bodies nearly touched. I bent my head so that I only had to whisper for her to hear. "You'd also need to demonstrate certain . . . 'bedroom' skills." I leaned back and winked at her broadly, before taking a half step back from her.

"Not that I'm doubting your abilities in that arena, mind you," I continued, grinning mischievously. "I just can't speak with personal experience, is all." I glanced around again for emphasis, then leaned in again to whisper, "More's the pity, don't you think?"

 

[EklectikChik]

Jacob's playful flirting was unexpected and I felt my body tingle as he stepped closer, our bodies just brushing, his hand on my arm. Pleasure shimmered up it, spreading goose bumps over my flesh and I shivered, biting back a little gasp.

Completely caught off guard, I starred up at him with wide eyes, blinking slowly as if for one second my brain had short circuited and I could think of nothing clever to say. Was he really hitting on me? Suggesting that we experienced each other in bed?

“Well...” I finally shook myself out of my stupor and laughed, looking a bit self conscious. My gaze flitted over to David who was still deep in conversation. Tilting my head slightly to the side, I gave him what I hoped with a coy smile. “I'm not sure about that Mr. Trask.” I dipped my voice a little, emphasizing his name formally, “I do believe you prefer more waifish women to grace your bed.”

Leaning in to him in turn, I gently slid my fingers over his wrist and caressed the sensitive inside as I moistened my lips. I could play it cool, I told myself. This was all in fun after all. I somehow didn't really believe that he was truly desiring what I had to offer in or out of bed. It didn't seem possible. While my self esteem didn't usually suffer, I saw him as out of my league. “But, if you ever need a fiance to grace your arm again, I'd be happy to fill the position.”

I grinned and pulled away, catching David's gaze and waving his way. “Oops. Looks as though someone might be missing me. Although I have a feeling he might have made a real love connection. I better go investigate.”

To give myself a breather from Jacob's larger than life presence, I excused myself, realizing that my heart was thudding madly and my hands were actually shaking.

 

[saedo]

I narrowed my eyes as she walked away. I'd merely been toying with her before, but now I had a strong urge to teach her just how serious I could be. My gaze followed her - specifically, her cute butt - across to room where she rejoined her "date'. Yes, time to up the stakes and see if I'd truly gauged her interest.

I spent a good 15 minutes doing reconnaissance and over 20 biding my time till I could catch her alone. When at last her client excused himself and headed towards the restrooms, I pounced.

I slipped in behind her and placed a hand at her waist. I leaned my head down to her ear and spoke in quiet, low tones. "No, don't turn around. This won't take long. You offered to fill a position should one become available. I actually have several such positions available, but perhaps we'll start you off with an easy one. How about missionary?"

The back of her neck flushed, but I used my hand to resist her instinct to turn and face me. "In the next 20 minutes, you will excuse yourself and leave this room via the doors on the east side, just past the Amazon wildlife display. You will turn left and then walk down the hall until you reach the second hall on your right. Walk down about two dozen paces and look for Room 1125 on your right. Open the door and you'll find a large conference table. Get on it, whereupon I will pound your plump little ass into the mahogany until you scream. Don't be late."

I turned and walked away before she could react. I didn't look back, but made a beeline for the door. Once outside the party, I swiftly made my way down the dark halls to the conference room. I left the overhead lights off, letting moon provide dim illumination. I pulled out a chair and sat watching the door. 12 minutes to go. Would she show?

 

[EklectikChik]

I was practically breathless as Jacob left me. My face must have been extremely red, because as David returned, he asked if I was already. I gulped and nodded, “Y-yes. I just got a little h-hot.” I managed to stutter out and took a deep breath, blowing it out. He frowned slightly, clearly concerned.

“Do you need some fresh air?”

I shook my head, “Um, no. Give me a moment. I'll be fine.”

“I'll fetch you some water.”

“Thank you.” I murmured and tried to calm my racing heart. I couldn't believe his bold solicitation. Never in my life had a man come onto me so strongly before or suggested something so, well...naughty. I didn't know how to think or feel. Part of me was thrilled and excited beyond measure, my soft silk panties already damn as my pussy tingled with anticipation. It ha been so long since I'd been with anyone and Jacob had made my body ache from the moment I'd met him. But the rational side of my brain was telling me this was a bad idea and would end up badly.

Still, my body was humming and as David returned with my water, I took a sip and sighed. “Thank you.” I told him softly and smiled. “I'm really sorry, but if you'll excuse me, I think I need to make a trip to the ladies room. I'll find you. Don't worry, I'll be just fine. Just got a little warm in here.”

He seemed to buy it and took my glass as I handed it back. A true gentleman, which was more than Jacob was being at the party. After all, what sort of gentleman propositioned a woman as he had and did he do these sort of things often? My mind whirled with different possibilities, but my legs were taking me to the lion's den anyway.

With trembling hands, I let myself into the conference room, shutting the door behind me. The room was dark and it took a moment for y eyes to adjust to the dim light of the moon that filtered through the windows. A gleaming conference table sat before me as I leaned against the door and my eyes settled on the shadowy figure of Jacob sitting in one of the chairs.

“I'm not sure what sort of woman you think I am.” I found myself saying, trying to keep my voice steady as I watched him slowly stand. My hand tightened on the door knob, ready to bolt out of there. This was a bad bad idea, my brain shouted and yet my knees felt weak and unresponsive to my need to get out. “But this is not something I usually do...” My worlds trailed off, my chest rising and falling with breath I took. God my dress felt suddenly tight, making it hard to breath. “This is a bad idea...”

 

[saedo]

Listening to her babble about her uncertainty delighted me. But I kept my face taciturn as I calmly walked the dozen feet to reach her. Whether she consciously realized it, I could sense she wanted me to lead her down this path.

I deliberately stood slightly inside her personal space. She instinctively tried to back up, but was blocked by the door. Without even touching her, I had already pinned her.

She continued to ramble, her head tilted back as she stared up at me. I placed an upraised index finger across her red lips to interrupt her. "Shhh," I urged, "no more talking." She fell silent.

"Does your friend expect you back?" I inquired. She started to answer aloud, but my finger on her lips reminded her of my instruction. She settled for a gentle nod.

I shrugged. I'd half-expected as much; Emily hadn't struck me as a woman who would ditch a guy outright in the middle of a date. "Very well," I said calmly, "we'll have to be quick."

I bent my knees a bit so I could reach down to the hem of her skirt. I snaked my hand beneath it and moments later had my palm pressed against her panty-covered mound. She gasped at the sudden touch and again tried to retreat, but the door precluded that.

The silk was already moist to the touch, bringing a dark chuckle to my lips. I leaned my face closer to hers. "Wet already?" I inquired. "Such a naughty girl. So naughty." Her cheeks blushed a furious pink at my words.

I slipped my right hand a bit further between her thighs, feeling the hard nub of her clit grazing my palm through the silk. I lifted her bodily off the ground, using my left arm about her shoulders to keep her upright. I set her down near the conference table and spun her away from me. As the back of her head came to face me, I gripped her by the back of her neck and pushed her forward till she was bracing herself with her arms on the table.

With no pretense of delicacy, I hauled her skirt upwards till the pale globes of her butt cheeks were revealed. With equal speed, I hooked fingers in her panties and yanked them roughly down till they slid down into a tangled mess at her knees. I unbuckled my belt and let its weight slide my pants down to the floor. My boxers followed soon thereafter.

I let my cock, already turgid with desire, slap down onto her bare ass. I leaned it into her, pressing her against the table as I retrieved my wallet from my inner jacket pocket and produced a condom package from therein. I tore it open with my teeth and began rolling the tight latex onto my swollen member.

My cock now safely ensconced, I positioned my hips behind hers. The dim light forced me to guide the thick head more by touch in order to find the right angle to enter her. I was rewarded with a moan through clenched teeth as I at last slipped the tip inside her. I gave her a few heartbeats, then plunged into her depths.

 

[EklectikChik]

My mind raced and for a moment, I felt a strange sense of disappointment as Jacob touched intimately, but then spun me around and bent me over the table. I gasped again as he exposed my pale bottom and rid me of my panties.

I spread my fingers against the cool desk, my cheek against one of my hands as I tip toed on my heels, my legs spread out as I lay helpless and exposed to him. Panting softly, I gasped and moaned as his fingers brushed against my slick entrance and nudged between my pussy lips. Then the blunt tip of his cock pushed against me. I moaned and wiggled, then let out a soft cry as he pulled back and thrust fully into my tight depths.

A low moan followed as his fingers gripped my rounded hips and dug into my flesh. I felt his hair roughened thighs brush the backs of my own, pressing fully into my body. I felt small, helpless and totally feminine as he towered over my body and took what he wanted. His cock filled and stretched me, my tight pussy gripping him tightly through the thin membrane of latex. I coated him with my juices, letting out a soft whimper as he pulled back and then thrust forward against. The force of his thrust shifted my body forward, but his grip pulled me back.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I also wanted to move, but Jacob had a firm grasp on my body and was working his hips in such a way that my breaths soon became uneven. I shuddered, my legs quivering as he drove into me, making me mewl and yet through the haze of pleasure that assaulted me, in the back of my mind, I felt as though it was too cold and calculated. He was in control and I was fighting to hang on.

 

[saedo]

I established a fairly quick rhythm. I pistoned into her with shallow, frequent thrusts that had her juicy ass cheeks jiggling delightfully.

I found myself growling slightly as I bent myself to the task. This joined with her mewing cries into an animalistic duet. Good thing these offices were secluded from the party.

Had I the time, I'd have drawn things out more. Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around my cock. (I couldn't help imagining it without the condom, bare flesh to bare flesh.) Emily was definitely worth savoring.

However, she did have her client expecting her and I didn't want my lust to get her fired. Plus, the thought of her returning to him minutes after fucking me was a serious turn-on.

My growling became grunting as I increased the intensity of my thrusts. I strained to push myself over the edge quickly, till at last a fiery blast of cum rocketed up my shaft. Several diminished jets followed, till at last I was spent. I rested for a moment on the table, letting my cock soften inside her.

 

[EklectikChik]

Ooooh but I was so close. He filled me again and again, his growls and grunts making me tighten and quiver all the more. I found his noises extremely erotic, pushing me closer and closer to that blissful edge. I smacked my hand against the table and arched as I felt his fingers tightening on my hips, thrilled, but also let down when I felt him loose it. His great body shuddered against mine as a prolonged moan filled the air and I knew he'd cum, but I was left needy and achy.

I lay before him, trying to catch me breath as he rested against my bottom until his cock became soft and then slowly moved away. I let out a soft groan as he left me, leaving me empty and still aching for that sweet finish.

Reality slowly set in as to what had just taken place and as Jacob stepped away, I moved on still shaky legs and quickly pulled my panties back up, smoothing down my dress. I knew I had to look a little out of sorts and as we righted ourselves in the dim lighting, no words were exchanged. What did you say after such an exchange? I felt a little awkward. Did I just leave? Did we exchange numbers and promise to call?

Clearing my throat lightly, I toyed with my hair a little and tried to sooth my still racing pulse. “I better get back...”