“His strong hands slid down her shoulders and around her back as he pulled her into his body. Her nipples tightened and she wished their clothing would magically disappear leaving nothing between them but heat and skin.”

Brandi is a 33 year old corporate executive with a corporation in Dallas, she has never married. She is not currently dating anyone. She is the executive I have been working with to merge the corporation she works for with my corporation. She finally accepted my invitation to join me at my penthouse. I’m pointing out the view of downtown Dallas in the distance, the concerns she had about being behind closed doors became reality. While I stood behind her, my right hand slowly starts rubbing her arm. She brushes me away by walking away a distance as if she sees something. I follow, casually answering her questions, but again with my hands making contact. After a few seconds, she is out of questions and room at one end of the office. My touch left her arm and slides around to her right breast, cupping it with my hand. Brandi shudders. ” No, John. I don’t want this.” I paid no attention, playing with the nipple and kissing her neck lightly. She winces slightly at the touch of my lips on her neck but involuntarily moving her head towards me as if in approval. That’s how I took it, slipping my other arm from her shoulder and dropping it down and around her waist, my hand landing on her lower stomach. The kisses continue, my right hand moving over to her left breast and my left hand gently massaging her lower stomach through the thin skirt, bunching it up slightly as I inch my fingers downward. Turning her around, my arms went around her, pulling her to me for a very long, deep kiss. Brandi is melting fast as it is and when my tongue starts exploring hers it shatter the remains of her resistance. She is breathing hard, feeling her heart doing a fluttering beat, and that all too familiar feeling between her legs.

None of these signals went unnoticed with me. I have been around this block many times. Actually, I’m a bit amused and surprised by her lack of resistance. Accepting her actions as unspoken approval, I guided her over near the hallway door, placing her on a small plush couch. Brandi glanced into the darkness of the hallway through the partially open door but gave it no more thought as I pull her head toward me for another kiss. I sat beside her, covering her body with mine, my hands never stopping their exploration and my tongue deep inside her mouth doing a slow dance with hers. Brandi’s eyes closed and she relaxes her tense body. I stayed there for several minutes, telling her how beautiful I thought she is and how much I was attracted to her. She is in the mood to accept anything I told her, each expression adding to the dampness she is already feeling. I sensed that she is totally open to my advances. I held my breath. Regardless of what had happened up to this point, this is a big moment. Slowly, I slide down off the couch to my knees in front of her. Brandi is surprised at her disappointment when my mouth left hers. It has been s-o-o-o nice. I place my hands between her knees and very slowly spread them, giving me unhindered view of her under the short skirt. My appreciative moan is audible. My hands went above her knees, pushing her legs wide apart before I lean over and start trailing kisses up her legs right behind where my hands are teasing. Brandi closed her eyes and lifted her hips slightly in reaction to my kisses. I took the chance to push her skirt up above her hips, exposing her thong. It is white, extremely frilly, and very French! I laugh inwardly as I recognized it as one I had bought for her in Paris.

I whispered, ” I knew it would look great on you,” and kept moving higher with my hands, then my kisses. Brandi had slid down so that her back is against the corner of the couch and she is facing away from the open hallway door.
I never lost a step. My hands never stop their upward movement in a tantalizing slow process. The fingers are magic, each little circle making Brandi’s nerve ends explode as they crossed. Finally, mercifully I reach her panties. Those magic fingers never stop tormenting her, teasing her through the little wisp of nothing that covered her as if they weren’t there. She is not sure from where the biggest turn on is coming, my fingers slowly teasing her sensitive pussy lips through the frilly lace or the look on my face coupled with my ragged breathing. She is silently encouraging me with her gentle hip rotations and the soft moans pouring out of her while at the same time I spilled out non-stop compliments about her and expressing how she is my dream. After teasing her for what seems forever, my fingers finally went under the thong and found her, wet and swollen. Brandi reacts with a soft moan. In her fog, she didn’t want me to stop and isn’t even going to pretend. Her legs open wider as my fingers work slow magic on her clit, finally slipping inside her expectant tight tunnel. When they did, she bucks her body up to meet them with a muted cry. They feel wonderful in there, alternating between slow long strokes and then rapid, hard thrusts that made her move against my fingers.

I had my answer about Brandi Roger’s availability. As a matter of fact, it is a bit amazing she has surrendered to my advances so easily. I correctly guessed that she had become so sexually frustrated over the past two days that it only took a tiny shove to create a sexual avalanche. Emboldened with the power, she has so obviously bestowed on me, I knew that I can tease a little more, go even further than I had envisioned. What I had envisioned would be a “wham bam, thank you maam” venture has suddenly became an open playing field. Just as I knew she is about to come, I remove my fingers and peel her thong off so slowly that it is torture for both of us. I took my thumbs and spread her wide open, giving kisses not on her mouth with my tongue searching for hers, but rather on her wet pussy with me receiving her clitoris in my mouth, slowly running my tongue over it. Brandi is unaware that her cries are no longer so muted. Her hips are doing a slow involuntary rotation as I begin a very slow, very soft sucking motion, slipping her clit in and out of my mouth, scrapping it with my teeth. It went very slowly. Finally, she can’t hold it any more and exploded, bucking so hard I had to work to stay with her.