Monday, 19 June 2017

Choice Tales from the Vale – (189) Informal Meeting

Nick Gretton had been looking forward to meeting Sarah Swann again.
They had met once before at the Runcible Spoon restaurant in Purplemere when she expertly beat him off under the table during the business dinner they were attending, but seeing her the second time was different and if anything it was even better because he knew what she was capable of, but he had absolutely no idea what, if anything she would do at the meeting, before after or even during.
As she strode down the corridor her short red hair bounced about her neck and shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.
Just as she had been at the dinner she was immaculately dressed in a fitted green silk blouse tucked into the waist of dark grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips.
Her fleshy buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and he imagined them to be naked as her shapely legs were.
She paused by an open door and bade him enter, which he did.
“It will just be the two of us today” she said as she indicated where she wanted him to sit.
“I’m afraid all the other room are booked today” she said “but this will serve our purpose”
It was a small informal meeting room with no meeting room table as such and half a dozen chairs around the outside and an occasional table in the middle.
Two of the walls were solid while the other two had windows in the top half, one of which looked out over the car park while the other looked into the open planned office of the building next door.
“I thought Constantine would be in the meeting” he said
“No this is a one to one” Sarah said
“Oh I see”
“And you really don’t want Constantine doing this” she added and dropped to her knees.

Sarah had chosen his seat very carefully so that he was facing the busy office next door and was clearly visible to the occupants were as Sarah was out of sight as her mouth rose and fell on his cock.
She worked on him diligently her mouth enveloping all of him and made his toes curl, but she played with him getting him close then stopping, toying with him just like when she wanked him under the table in the Runcible spoon on their last meeting.
Having taken him close she started again, then again and again until he thought he was losing his mind as she again took him to the abyss, closer and closer and closer until he exploded in her mouth and then his seed was greedily consumed.
“Damn I love meetings with you” he said

No comments:

Post a Comment