Wining and Dining

I recieved a phone call from the station manager in Lexington Ky telling me one of the anchor/reporter is interested in moving to Dallas. I sent my private jet to fly Ellen to meet with me. I reviewed her file and seeing her I decided I needed to hire her immediately. She is a beautiful petite woman and is single. I’m waiting for Ellen to come for dinner. My anticipation triggers lustful thoughts. Imagining sex in various positions with her. Now about Ellen. She is a former Miss America representative from Ohio and has worked three years in Lexington for ABC. She must be 34 or 36, I thought. I found myself watching her tape over and over imaging sucking her breasts. Lying in bed I imagined Ellen’s nude body by my side. My immediate erection pleases me and I stroked myself imagining what I will do to her. Ellen had cast glances at me when I visited Lexington station.

As Ellen gathered her things, and prepared to step off the plane, her hands are trembling. I silently ask myself, ” Am I really doing this?” There is no turning back now. I’m in Dallas and there is a man waiting for me. “A man that I have met once, but feel like I know,” She thinks. She feels moisture already forming between her legs. Months ago, in the most random fashion possible, she met a man named John. Since then I had been charming her with my wit, intelligence, and velvet tongue of spoken-word porn. That man could spin a tale of sex that the iciest bitch would be warmed by. The pilot has a knowing smile on his face as she walks past. Her face twisted into something viscerally fearful as she thought about the fate that awaits her. After gathering her nerves with a sip of wine, she knew she can delay the inevitable no longer. “

She stepped into the sunlight and immediately shaded her eyes. Before she can orient herself a pair of hands gently grabs her waist. Momentary panic evaporates as she is slowly backed against a car. A gentle nudge with my pelvis is a silent indicator of what is to come. Ellen regains her bearings, and there I’m with a coy grin. The seconds that pass feels like an eternity. I slowly move in as if I’m about to kiss her, at the last minute turning my head slightly kissing that place between her mouth and cheek, and said, ” Mmm, Kentucky.” Confusion, nerves, adrenaline, and wine collide with the absence of oxygen she has been unconsciously withholding from her lungs, and a smile took over her face. We both start laughing as she collapses into a hug in my arms. She knew that she had made the right decision.

Our conversation and chemistry resumes its normal flow, having been interrupted only by the nervous moments that occurred in the seconds before the meeting. Our conversation immediately took on the oddly matched pairing of normal conversation and sexual charge. Ellen knows what is coming, she didn’t know how it is going to play out. She sees it in the way my eyes twinkle when I look at her. Her unfulfilled fantasies will not go unfulfilled past today, that is for sure. The thought creates a whole new rush of juices. She shifts in her seat to try to abate it, all the while noticing the big bulge in my trousers. Every mile makes her wetter and more nervous. Instinctively, she knew when we are close. Ellen starts fidgeting restlessly and disconnecting from the conversation. Understanding her anxiety, I reach over firmly grabbing her hand and said, ” We’re comfortable, Beautiful.” As she acknowledged that she relaxes sinking back into the seat I said, ” Oh yes, your ass is mine.”

Her ears acknowledged the sound of her bag hitting the floor in almost the same moment that she acknowledged being rushed into the back of the recently shut door. I managed to grab her wrists securing her firmly between me and the wooden barrier. I had her on her tiptoes my bulge pressing into the small crevice between her legs, absorbing the heat of her saturated pussy. I shift her wrists into my right hand running my left hand up her back and neck.