Bob King’s boss said
“Bob,
go to the he replied Clayton Manor Hotel and meet a new client”
“Sure,
who am I meeting” he asked
“Sam
Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Clayton Manor was one of the few perks his job had
to offer so why wouldn’t he jump at the chance.
And
it meant he would be out of the office most of the day as Clayton was an hour
and a half drive from Abbottsford even on a good day.
With a name like Sam Barraclough, he was expecting to meet a Yorkshire man with
whippet on a lead, with a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee,
a dour Yorkshireman wearing a cloth cap and a tweed jacket.
Bob
was certainly not prepared for who it was that was actually waiting to greet
him in reception, the whippet wielding Yorkshireman turned out to be a very
pretty young woman by the name of Samantha, who was a petite young blonde, and
was stunningly beautiful, that would teach him to jump to conclusions.
Bob was instantly spellbound by the delicious creature as she introduced
herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello.
And in response he stuttered out his own introduction and the beautiful young
woman offered her hand to him in greeting and he accepted it gladly.
Her
hand was soft and smooth like silk and it gripped his firmly and in his large
paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
In
silence they continued to shake hands and they both smiled and held each
other's gaze and hand perhaps slightly too long and they both laughed nervously
and Samantha’s cheeks blushed brightly.
“I have a meeting room booked, do you want to follow me” She said and even her
voice was beautiful, pure Carrington Chase educated perfection, Carrington
Chase being Downshire’s version of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought
it was the other way around.
It
was certainly no chore as he followed her, walking through a cloud of exotic
heady fragrance left in her beauteous wake.
She
went out though the door and silently led him down a corridor in the direction
of the meeting rooms and as he followed he was mesmerized by her perfect form
and was happily admiring its perfection.
Even wearing four-inch heels he marvelled at her daintiness as even in heels
she only reached the dizzy height of five foot three.
Her straight blonde hair cascaded softly onto the shoulders of her fitted silk
blouse which perfectly complemented her waif like frame.
Samantha had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing and pert
round buttocks contained within the expensive tailored skirt and then the
shapely legs, clad in stockings unless he was mistaken, and the overall effect
was stunning and he was absolutely smitten.
As she passed an open door, sunlight illuminated her form through silk and
cotton and the sudden transparency left nothing at all to Bob’s imagination and
she continued walking seemingly oblivious to the effect she had achieved on the
red-blooded man in her wake.
Not
out of conceit she just wouldn’t have believed it possible that she could leave
grown men breathless.
Samantha
pushed open the meeting room door and held it open for Bob to enter
“Thank
you” he said and once again their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze a
moment to long once more and both blushed again.
Samantha stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards him as the room was
flooded with sunlight which caused the illumination of her fine breasts for Bob
to see, an opportunity he did not pass up.
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on the arm of the chair as she
prepared to seat herself and showed him a tantalising glimpse of stocking top which
to his delight confirmed the suspicion that he had earlier.
Effortlessly and elegantly she slipped into the vacant chair and gestured for him
to sit beside her in the neighbouring chair.
Samantha was neither coy nor reticent as she sat straight-backed, upright,
confident and proud and her beautiful cultured voice was strangely hypnotic,
clear, and crisp but not loud and once again he was completely enveloped in her
intoxicating scent as she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the relevant documents.
She was like a precious work of art that he had admired from a distance but
sitting next to her he could examine her in fine detail, every brushstroke, and
every nuance.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine golden rain and as
she moved the sun was highlighting the strands like spun gold again and again.
The golden rain tumbled down to caress the nape of her neck and coming to rest
on her soft silk covered shoulders.
Bob
could barely concentrate on the documents as he was transfixed by the vision of
her golden hair framing her pretty face.
A
face of pale alabaster, pale like the porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace
and her eyes, stunning and captivating, were of translucent green and her nose
was small and angular sat perfectly in its place.
Her
mouth was small and narrow but her lips were full and luscious and as she spoke,
her pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuously.
When
their eyes met, however fleetingly it might be they both blushed to their roots
and then a smile danced about her mouth provocatively.
He left no element of the perfect whole unscrutinised and turned his attention
to her slim pale arms, naked and bare where the suns illumination highlighted like
white gold the downy hair upon them.
And her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim with no bitten or
false nails just naturally well cared for and prim.
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewellery at all, But
then to Bob’s mind no jewellery could ever improve on the perfection of her
beauty.
Suddenly
she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse to
gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with a
hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
Samantha
suddenly dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it causing her blouse
to gape revealing a glimpse of breast, just the briefest glimpse of breast with
a hint of lace and frill but enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses.
But
then she caught him letching at her and smiled as he averted his gaze and
making him feel like a naughty schoolboy. but then it was her milky white flesh
that blushed in a crimson blaze.
Alas all too soon their short business meeting was at a close and done and he
felt her soft delicate hand in his again but he was so blinded by her beauty
and so intoxicated by her sweet perfume he could barely stammer out a sentence.
“We
will have to arrange another meeting because I’m not sure you were really
paying attention” she said “Well not to my presentation anyway”
“No
I’m sorry about that, I’m normally much more professional than this” he said as
she slipped the documents back into her briefcase.
“That’s
ok” She said “I’m not offended”
And
then she snapped her briefcase shut and added
“Well
now that the meeting is officially at an end I don’t feel that my
professionalism is in anyway compromised and so with a clear conscience I can
do this”
And
Samantha went up on her tip toes and kissed his mouth with her pale pink lips,
at first soft and gentle like the touch of a butterfly’s wing and then with
real passion as her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and he was enveloped in
her intoxicating perfume and her passionate embrace.
As
he began to get control of his faculties and he came to terms with the fact
that a beautiful, intelligent, classy and quite frankly drop dead gorgeous
young woman was invading his mouth with her tongue.
He
was suddenly like a child in a sweet shop and had just been told to take his
pick.
First
of all he decided he should join the party in earnest and kiss her with equal
vigour and this was met with her acquiescence as Samantha, still on tiptoes,
wrapped her slim naked arms around his neck.
His
head started swimming as his hands slid down her back and settled on her cute
cheeks, at first he thought it must have been her exotic fragrance lingering
about him, but he soon realised that it was because all of his blood was
heading south.
Things
like this didn’t happen to him, if anyone had witnessed them in their embrace
they would have unanimously said that he was punching well above his weight.
Not
that he was a bad looking man, he wasn’t, but he wasn’t stunning, sexy or buff,
he was middling.
He
was an average man approaching his thirtieth birthday and he was snogging an
absolute beauty of about five years younger.
Bod
had reached the point where he wanted to get inside her clothes but didn’t want
to break the spell.
But
so much blood was rushing to his nether regions that his legs were likely to
buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid
movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
So
much blood was rushing to Bob’s nether regions that his legs were likely to
buckle beneath him so he pirouetted quite gracefully and then in one fluid
movement sat himself on a chair and deposited her on his lap.
“Nicely
done” she said briefly disengaging from his mouth.
He
would have thanked her but her mouth was on his again before he got the chance.
“Breast or leg? Breast or leg?” he kept reciting in
his head as his hands caressed up and down her slender frame repeatedly ending
up on her tight little buttock.
She was still fervently kissing him, her tongue like
a striking serpent and her lips attached to his mouth like a limpet and her nostrils
began snorting in air.
He made his decision and his caressing hand slid
slowly up to cup her breast; she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her
nose as he fondled her breast through her clothes.
He began unbuttoning her blouse but she stopped him
in his tracks
“No” she said and Bob thought “that’s it, the shows
over”
“Not here” she continued
“I’m staying at the hotel” she added and then
blushed
And then for the second time that day she led him on
a walk through the hotel, only this time she led him by the hand and at a much
faster pace.
When they arrived at the room, and for the first
time Sam showed signs that she was not quite as composed as she had appeared to
be, because her hand was shaking as she fumbled in her bag for her key card.
Bob noticed her trembling hand and was himself
tingling with anticipation, already imagining what delights awaited him once they got in
the room, but having retrieved it from her bag Sam was having trouble with the
electronic key.
“Would
you like me to try?” he asked as Sam struggled with the lock.
But
she just paused and took a deep breath and it worked, the light turned green,
the lock clicked and the door opened.
Her
shoulders relaxed, Samantha regained her composure and she strode purposefully
inside and coolly deposited her briefcase on the shelf and he followed her into
the room a little less confidently.
Samantha
proceeded into the room and stopped at the foot of the bed where she paused
before turning to face him.
She
closed her eyes and took another deep breath and said
“I
just want to say that this is completely out of character for me” she blurted
out before she breathed deeply again
“And
I don’t want you to think I make a habit of this”
She
said and wriggled out of her skirt, it reached the floor and she stepped out of
it daintily and kicked it away with her stiletto heeled foot.
Bob
could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for
slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at
her feet and blushed.
Bob
could only look upon her in abject admiration, but he appreciated her for
slightly longer that he should and Samantha became self-conscious and looked at
her feet and blushed.
He
stepped towards her without hesitation and gently lifted her chin so he could
look into her eyes.
“I’m
sorry” Bob said “you are just so beautiful, I couldn’t take my eyes off you”
And
then he kissed her, it was a warm
sensual kiss with probing tongues of passion and he began unbuttoning her
blouse again but she stopped him in his tracks once more.
“No” she said but this time with a wicked leer on
her sweet face “Let me”
“Ok” he agreed
“Sit on the bed” she instructed and Bob complied.
Samantha then tottered on her heels so she was
facing him and began to unbutton her white blouse slowly and deliberately but
as each button of the blouse succumbed it only offered him fleeting glimpses of
its contents.
When
she attended to the last button she was suddenly overcome by shyness and
launched herself into his arms and Samantha’s
arms gripped him like a bear trap around the neck and said
“You’ll
have to do the rest”
“My pleasure” he replied as his hands caressed up
and down her skinny frame and she was nibbling and licking his ear by the time
they settled on her tight little buttocks.
She
stopped attending to his ear as his hands progressed from her delicious silk
covered cheeks to slip beneath her blouse and caressed her naked skin.
Sitting on the end of the bed the diminutive little
blonde was above him, and kissed down into his mouth, her tongue like a
striking serpent.
He deftly unhooked her bra, with her lips still
pressing on his, and as his large paws made contact with the soft firm flesh of
her breasts she murmured in his mouth and snorted air through her nostrils.
Bob
pushed her away from him and a look of alarm spread across her face and she bit
her lip and tried to cover herself.
“No
don’t do that” he said softly yet firmly “take it off”
Samantha
stopped biting her lip and smiled as she slipped off her blouse and quickly
closed the distance between them.
“Not
so fast” he said “the bra as well”
She
managed to comply without moving and then tried to kiss him again but Bob kissed
her neck instead.
Samantha
didn’t like the fact he wouldn’t let her kiss him it was the one thing she was
really good at.
She
wasn’t very experienced with sex and most of the experience’s she had had weren’t
really memorable, looking as she did she had always attracted men, the problem
was she chose the wrong ones, that was why she was attracted to Bob because he
wasn’t the “type” of man she normally went for.
Her
disappointment over the kissing was short lived once she realised he wasn’t
interested in her neck, that was just a starting point from where he kissed her
alabaster skin with soft feather light kisses gently and tenderly.
Samantha
was breathing deeply as he kissed her skin and her chest was rising and falling
as his lips reached her treasures.
Bob
kissed her breasts and his tongue flicked around her proud nipples before he
took them in his mouth in turn.
When
he had finished with them he let her nipple pop out of his mouth and looked up
at her with a smile.
Samantha
returned his smile and tried to kiss him again and this time he let her as his
hands settled on her stocking tops.
And
as her tongue re-explored his mouth his hand explored her thighs and as his
fingers reached her silk panties he found a wet patch and she moaned in his
mouth and as he rubbed her through the silk and made it even wetter as she
moaned again, and even her moans were perfect, dripping with class and refinement
which aroused him even more.
Another
exclamation of pleasure escaped her in response to his touch as she buried her sweet face deep in his neck and wrapped her limbs about him
but he could still hear her sweet murmuring as he continued to stroke at her continuing
wetness.
Her
murmurs turned to rich velvet whimpers as he continued rubbing her, bringing
her rapidly to the sweet abyss of orgasm until she squealed and she came deliciously
beneath his touch and her thigh’s closed tight on his hand at the point of
climax.
But
she released it as Bob gave Samantha a soft and gentle kiss and Sam responded
further by
trying to undo his belt, but her hands were trembling so much that she couldn’t
do it and she was getting increasingly frustrated.
“Let
me” he said and kissed her before sitting her on the bed beside him.
“But
I want to” she insisted
“Then
let me help” he replied
Bob
knelt in front of her and shared a long lingering kiss before he loosened his
belt.
At
that point he let Samantha take over and he rested his hands on her knees as
she fumbled at his belt with a look of
intense concentration on her face and her tongue sticking out the side of her
mouth.
After the belt she tackled his
trouser button and then the zip.
And finally she pulled his
trousers and pants off his buttocks and released her prey.
“There” Samantha said proudly
and he kissed her smiling lips and she gently stroked his shaft until the
moment came that they had both been waiting for.
Bob pushed her gently back on
the bed and pushed her thighs apart and pulled the
expensive silk knickers to one side with his thumb and saw her neatly trimmed
bush for the first time before he went up her knicker leg and into her hot
tender loins.
He looked down on her as she
wriggled and squirmed like a fish on the river bank as the most sensual sounds
of pleasure emanated from her.
Until finally she released a cultured scream and
her body shuddered in ecstasy only moments before Bob’s blissful arrival.
Samantha lay stretched out on the bed with Bob still
inside her and as she lay there panting and sighing and she was finally
fulfilled.
“This one’s a keeper” she said to herself as she
looked up at her deliverer and he smiled at her.
It marked a new chapter in Samantha’s life
“This time was memorable” she said to herself and
giggled and so was the next.
