1 comments/ 21404 views/ 8 favorites It's All About The... By: FogBard Dear Pet, It's all about the way my excitement grows knowing I will be calling you later in the day... It's all about the way you are a highly successful conservative business woman and I am an independent soul, a rebel... It's all about the way your voice jumps when you hear my unexpected voice on the telephone... It's all about the way you listen attentively as I inform you of the "when" and "where"... It's all about the way I imagine you sitting behind the desk, a high powered woman listening as I tell you of our impending evening adventure and what it is you will do for me while others around you are oblivious to our conversation and your secret nature... It's all about the faith and trust you have in me... It's all about the way I imagine you selectively choosing what to wear, covering or revealing those parts of you I find irresistible, designed to tempt and entice me... It's all about the way I imagine you preparing for me- setting your hair, makeup and perfume for my benefit-as a prim and proper woman, and I knowing otherwise... It's all about the way you look at me when we first meet, a piercing look into my eyes which makes my heart race and soul stir and tells me you are game... It's all about the way you greet the hostess when we arrive, a friendly kiss on each cheek... It's all about the way you command the room with your beauty and elegant grace as we enter... It's all about the way people look at us and talk... It's all about the way we sit in a dark corner booth of a romantic restaurant, almost secreted away, yet still in the public eye... It's all about the way you would do anything I want at that very moment and place... It's all about the way you remove your undergarment at my request and hand it over to me for safekeeping, the exchange hidden by the table cloth... It's all about the way you sit next to me, your skirt draped around you, giving my hand access... It's all about the way you let me touch your thighs, pining at the stocking tops, playfully tugging at the garters... It's all about the way you let me touch your hairy furrow while others nearby are unaware of what we are doing... It's all about the way you refrain from touching me under the table, knowing you are prohibited... It's all about the way you fight to maintain a calm appearance as my fingers have their way... It's all about the little tremors between your legs while you sip a stiff martini... It's all about the way the waiter peers down your blouse and the wicked little smirk you give him when he is caught... It's all about the way you fawn over me, building my ego with flirtatious quips and compliments, subtly pawing at me, making me feel important... It's all about the way we sit and talk after dinner with no rush to leave... It's all about the way I hand the waiter payment for the bill, and to his chagrin slip him your silk undergarment... It's all about the way you look at him and wink, giving him his evening thrill, and thanking him for his services, both of you knowing he will know your scent... It's all about the way you thank the hostess for a wonderful evening, slyly and softly drawing your hand across her ass as we depart, then a glance of approval at me and then towards her and the words, 'maybe one day'... It's all about the way we walk the town, strolling arm in arm in the full moon light, knowing you are exposed and available, that I can have you anytime and anywhere I please, yet we are in no rush... It's all about the way we sit at an outdoor cafe by the town square, listening to a jazz band, my arm around your shoulder, as I whisper into your ear, telling you all the wicked little things I will do to you later... It's all about the way you sit and listen to me, expressionlessly nodding your head in approval... It's all about the way we go back to your place, each step bringing heightened anticipation of what is to come... It's all about the little sounds- the sound of the key being inserted and turned in the keyhole, the door knob as it is turned, the door as it is opened, and knowing what awaits us inside... It's all about the door closing behind us and being locked... It's all about the way you turn and face me, no need for me to suggest or ask, it just happens... It's all about the way you know exactly what it is I want... It's all about the way you drop to your knees before me... It's all about the touch of your hands as your fingers unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants and lower them for access... It's all about the way you pull down my undergarment... It's all about the way your warm lips first feel on me... It's all about the way you study and shower me with gentle kisses... It's all about the way you stroke and suckle... It's all about the way it feels in your mouth, the gentle steady cadence of it bobbing against the back of your throat... It's all about the welling I feel as you heighten my lust... It's all about the way you know when it is time... It's all about the way you assume the position- head and shoulders to the floor, ass up, thighs spread, skirt over your hips, hand reaching below and spreading your lips, offering yourself... It's all about the way I know you are already wet... It's all about the way you wait to be serviced... It's all about the way it feels as I first penetrate you... It's all about the way my size spreads you open... It's all about the way I immerse myself deep, holding your hips tight as I stroke you... It's all about the way you accept me, weeping, quipping and gasping, submissive to my desires... It's all about the way my fingers press into your flesh, holding your hips fast... It's all about the way I thrash as I get close... It's all about the renewed little tremors in your thighs... It's all about the way I surge into you... It's all about the way you give that final gasp... It's all about the way we violently release together... It's all about our passion for one another... It's All About The Glory My wife and I have an interesting relationship. We have a great time sexually, but I am always wanting to give her more in the way of variety. It has taken a while to build up her confidence and exploratory side when it comes to being adventurous, but I feel like we have made some major strides over the years that we have been together. I am constantly looking for new things to explore with her...things that she might not find too unacceptably weird...things that I feel she would enjoy either with me or someone else. The idea of her coupling with a complete stranger and her enjoying another body has always intrigued me, and we have done that on occasion in the past (even when that was not our original intent). I must admit openly that I peruse forums and chat rooms on-line to see what strangers may be lurking in the shadows "looking for a good time." And I must admit that I also check out postings on advertising websites for the same purpose...not necessarily for me but for my wife, Jan. She is fully aware of my searches and feels like it keeps me happy and out of trouble, and it gives me something to do in my spare time. Therefore, I keep looking, hoping that something strikes my fancy. Well, something finally did. As I was looking through the usual m4w m4mw stuff, I spied a general posting for an adult magazine store and video arcade located within a few miles of our house. However, what really caught my eye were the references concerning the few video booths with well-placed glory holes, where men could place their cocks thru the hole in the wall and whoever was on the other side would provide a discretionary blow job for the lucky recipient. I had heard about glory holes and seen videos on-line about glory holes, but that was one thing that I had never seen...and my curiosity was piqued. I pictured Jan kneeling on the floor, beckoning to be fed a nice hard cock belonging to someone she could not see. It was a sure answer to my quest, and I felt like I had to make it happen for both of us...but I decided not to let Jan in on my find until it was time. Our anniversary was just around the corner and I thought this would be the perfect gift for the perfect wife. With that in mind, and with great anticipation, I made our anniversary plans. Finally, it was the night of our anniversary celebration. I had made reservations at a nice restaurant downtown, which required that we look our best. Therefore, I was dressed in a coat and tie...looking as dashing as I thought I should. However, Jan looked spectacular as she came out of the bedroom, wearing a shortened version of a black evening gown...showing enough skin to make the most casual of voyeurs interested. She certainly got my attention as we walked to the car. As we made our way to the restaurant, I was hoping that my inane conversation wasn't giving away my nervous anticipation about what I was hoping would be a memorable night. We had a nice dinner, involving ourselves in small talk, as my mind kept wondering to the main dessert which lay beyond these walls. We finished the last of the wine, paid the bill, and exited the restaurant. We had decided to take in a movie after dinner and I drove in the direction of the theater. Jan rested her hand on my leg as we drove in silence, listening to the music emanating from the radio. I turned unexpectedly before we reached our destination and my wife glanced at me with a knowing look as a slight smile crossed her face. Realizing this, I tried to explain that it was a short-cut to the theater, attempting to maintain the surprise of the final destination. However, the element of surprise was lost when I turned the car into the parking lot of "Western Avenue Video" and came to a stop in a parking place close to the front door. Jan squeezed my leg, looked in my direction and said, "I take it this is the theater." Smiling, I opened the door and got out of the car. I walked to the passenger door and opened it for Jan. She swung her legs toward me, allowing me a glance of her black lace panties when her short dress rode up her legs as she scooted to the edge of the seat. She stepped out and, walking arm in arm, we strode through the front door of the store. Upon entering, we noticed rows of shelves offering adult magazines and dvds for sale or rent and an assortment of adult "toys" for the more adventuresome. To the left of the entrance were two glass cases displaying additional items for sale...oils, lubricants, bondage paraphernalia, and the like...and a cash register behind which was stationed a fairly large, imposing store employee, looking more like a bouncer at a strip club rather than a video store sales clerk. Gingerly, we told the look-like-a-bouncer guy that we were new to the establishment and were wondering about the location of the video booths. Looking us over warily, he pointed to the back corner of the main room and told us the rules were posted by the door. We headed in the direction of his disconcerting stare and found the entrance to the darkened hallways from which we could enjoy the privacy of our very own booth, complete with any pornographic movie our hearts desired. As Jan and I walked down the hallways looking for a booth to our liking, we noticed men of varying sizes and dispositions lingering along the walls, as if they were waiting for something...or someone. I know Jan was probably wandering why we had not picked a booth yet, but I knew what I was looking for and it had thus far escaped me...the original reason we were here in the first place...the glory hole. Finally, about half-way down the third hall, I stepped into a booth and noticed perfectly round holes in each of the opposing walls about three feet or so from the floor, with a bench placed in the center of the darkened room. Across from the door, centered on the wall, was a video screen for our viewing enjoyment. Sounding triumphant, I announced to Jan that this room would do nicely and we stepped in, closing the door behind us. Slipping some coins into the slot, I chose a movie and the screen came to life. Moans escaped the screen as we watched my favorite scenario unfold...two men with one woman...the men sharing her between them...their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. As we viewed this scene, I heard the doors of the booths on either side of us close and the videos in each started whirring to life. Watching the holes in the walls intently, hoping to see my wife's first encounter with an unknown cock, the stranger's face a complete mystery. My heart beat with anticipation and desire. I had Jan stand and walk over to the hole on the left side of the room, and she placed her fingers through. I held her hand there for few seconds so that the man on the other side would notice and take the hint. Stepping back under Jan's curious glare, I sat back on the bench and waited. Finally, it appeared. A cock slowly came into view, peering through the hole in the wall. My wife noticed it too and, looking up at me, slowly slid to the floor next to the hardening cock and wrapped her hand around the base. Jan placed her lips around the head and moved slowly up and down while she sucked this stranger's cock into her mouth. As his tool hardened, her pace picked up and we could hear his moans through the thin wall. His hips moved, forcing his cock into her open mouth as she sucked him in deeper. He finally came in her mouth, shooting his load down her throat. She tried to swallow it all, but I could see some cum dribbling down her chin. Having been totally satisfied, he pulled his now-softening cock from the hole. I saw another cock peek through the hole on the opposite side and, pointing this out to Jan, she stood and moved to the other hole in the wall in order to pleasure this other stranger. From the length of his hard cock, Jan could tell he was in desperate need of release and devoted her time to making sure her oral talents were put to full use. She cupped his balls in her left hand as she held the base of his cock in her right, slowly lowering her mouth over his long shaft. Jan moved up and down on this stranger's cock, making sure he felt her wet tongue as she sucked him deep. Considering the guy's movement as he was being sucked by my wife, I figured he was about to cum. However, Jan removed her mouth from his cock and, whispering through the hole that she would be right back, she stood and slid her black lace panties to the floor. Lifting her dress, she leaned over with her back to the wall. Placing the head of the stranger's cock against her opening, she slowly engulfed him. Her pussy tightened around his cock as he moved inside of her. Jan matched his rhythm as she slowly moved back to meet his thrusts. He picked up his pace, fucking her in earnest, her breath coming in labored gasps...Jan's pussy stretching to take in his ever-thickening cock. Obviously, the unseen stranger was enjoying fucking my wife as much as I was enjoying watching the action, his wet cock sliding in and out of my wife, making her moan with pleasure, the sounds of sexual delight coming in grunts from the other side of the wall. Suddenly, he stopped his movement as he buried his cock deep inside of my wife. I knew, at this point, that he was releasing his load inside of her. Jan groaned as she felt the warmth of his hot cum. Our stranger slowly slid out and plunged back in my wife's wet pussy as waves of pleasure engulfed them both. After several minutes, he pulled out and the hole in the wall return to its former state of emptiness. We could hear the rustle of jeans as our stranger got dressed. Jan picked up her panties and, as a souvenir I suppose, dropped them through the hole. She straightened her dress as we prepared to leave. This definitely was an anniversary celebration to remember and we embraced as we waited for the stranger in the neighboring booth to exit. When we felt the coast was clear, we exited our video booth. We passed the look-like-a-bouncer guy at the register, bidding him goodnight as we headed for the door. In return, he gave us a knowing smile as he stuffed Jan's black lace panties into his pocket. It's All About The "O" Sharon sat on the edge of her kitchen counter; naked from the waist down her long tan legs draped over my shoulders. I knelt in front of her enjoying the view and planting lingering kissing along the insides of first one thigh, and then the other - all the while "keeping my eyes on the prize". Moments before, she had given me the most fantastic oral sex I had ever had. Now I was going to return the favor, but I wasn't going to rush it. She was a single mom, so I knew she wasn't a virgin, but I wanted this to be the best oral sex she had ever received. "Careful, luv. Don't make too much noise or we'll wake the baby." She said indicating the half open door to the apartment's only bedroom. "Any noise I make will be muffled,", I said, stroking her pussy with my open hand. "You just remember to keep your voice down... If you can." "Right." I lightly brushed my tongue over the tops of her pubic hairs, resisting the urge to just dive right in. She didn't seem to mind waiting at all. Soon, though, I felt her fingers, which had been content to idly explore my rather longish brown hair, cradle the back of my head. She wanted more. And that is exactly what she would get. In time... "Come on, now, love. Don't tease me like that." Was she out of breath, or just getting impatient? "'Ow do you want me to tease you, mum?" My poor attempt at a Cockney accent elicited a breathless chuckle. Her hands left the back of my head to push her blonde locks back over her shoulders. I couldn't help but notice that on their way back down, her hands lingered over her breasts. Sharon's nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse. At least they were visible until she started twisting and pulling at them with her thumbs and forefingers. "I love it when a bird plays with herself!" My accent wasn't getting any better, but it was still better than Kevin Costner's lame attempt at a New England accent in the movie JFK. "Less talk and more cunt lapping, if you please." Sharon grabbed a fistful of hair with each hand a positioned my mouth exactly where she wanted it. "Now, stay there until I come, lad!" I said it before and I'll say it again. I love a woman who knows what she wants! Did I say she was wet? Well, Duh! After sucking me off and the oral foreplay I was giving her, I can't imagine that any woman's cunt wouldn't be wet – well, maybe a couple of the nuns I had as teachers in grade school wouldn't be, but then again I was never sure they even had "woman parts". Sharon gently squeezed her legs together to let me know that she needed a little more stimulation. I obliged her by gently stroking her clit with my tongue. Occasionaly I would suck on her little nub, then I would go right back to licking it. "Oh, yeah, babe. That's it. That's what I wanted." So far her moaning could only be heard by me. I took my hands and slide them up her belly under her blouse until they found her breasts. Due to my position between her legs and the close fit of her blouse it was an awkward position and I couldn't really get a good grip on them. I could only rub their underside with my thumbs and try and caress their sides with my forefingers. Above me, Sharon's breathing was becoming more ragged and she was beginning to rock back and forth on the edge of the kitchen counter. I could feel sweat start to build up where my skin was touching hers – mostly my arms and hands and, of course, the sides of my face.. I still hadn't gotten a really good grip on her breasts when she muttered, "Fuck it!" She grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open. Buttons went flying and bounced noisily on the counter top, on the floor and in the sink. Freed at last my hands claimed her breasts – massaging, caressing, squeezing and teasing them; twisting and tugging at her nipples the way she had moments before. At the same time, I thrust my tongue into her for the first – but definitely not the last. She moaned her approval. I then started to concentrate on licking her pussy – faster and faster – alternating licking her lips with thrusting my tongue inside her. From above me her panting and moans let me know she approved of what I was doing. "Gawd, but I love your tongue. If you were a girl we could go shopping all day and do this all night". So, she likes girls too! I made a mental note to ask her if she had a girlfriend who might want to join us next time. I also noticed that she was, well, getting louder – like she had learned to whisper in a sawmill or something. "Shhhsh, you'll wake the baby", I said in a hoarse whisper. "Right!", She panted. "You just keep licking my cunt and I'll try to keep my voice down." And, I did just that. A lot of people think oral sex is one sided, but it wasn't for me – not that night anyway. I was like a gamer that was zoning or something. Nothing else mattered to me other than her clit, my tongue, and her hole. I keep licking and teasing and probing her hole. I remember once I nipped her clit with my teeth and she yelped in such a way that I figured I better not do it again. When she finally did come, I felt the rush of her juices in my mouth, on my tongue and down my throat, but I barely heard her scream. It was loud enough that it woke up her baby, but to me if sounded faint or far away. It might have had to do with the way she clamped my head between her thighs when she came – must have blocked my ears. I continued to gently lick her pussy as the last aftershocks of her orgasms shook her. It was then that I noticed that my cock had recovered from its earlier exertions. Gradually, like someone slowly turning up the volume on a stereo we became aware of crying from her bedroom. Her thighs and her hands released me. We were both drenched in sweat and as I helped her down off of the kitchen counter her nether regions came in brief contact with my now erect cock. She gasped, cradled the sides of my face with her hands, and drew in a deep breath. "Hold that thought. Don't plan on going anywhere. I'm not done with you yet!" She said. Then she kissed me on the forehead and the headed off, somewhat unsteadily, to the bedroom to check on the baby. More to come... It's All About Timing Timing. It was always about timing, Sandy thought, as she sat at her desk working on her calendar. It was the week before Valentine's Day, and although she had a date with her husband whom she loved dearly, he wasn't the man she knew she should be with. Since it was just past noon, which meant everyone was out grabbing lunch, Sandy gave herself a few minutes to stretch out and spend some time with her memories. Closing her eyes, she thought about Richard, as she'd done for years. She met Richard when she was still in her early 20s and working at her first serious job at a real design house. It didn't take long for her to fall in love with him. He was funny, spontaneous, and a wonderful help to Sandy as she learned all about the business. The only problem was Richard was married, and his wife was a bitch who accused him of cheating, even though he never did. Sandy flirted shamelessly with Richard, and since they spent a lot of time together running out to see clients or working on projects off-site at the design center, she thought she could convince him to sleep with her. Even though the sexual innuendos flew between them like fastballs, it just never happened because Richard was honest and dedicated to his marriage. Sandy both hated him and loved him for that. The funny thing was, all her co-workers swore they were sleeping together because they all saw the chemistry between them; but the harder Sandy protested, the more insistent they were. Richard always shrugged it off; let them talk, he said; he and Sandy knew the truth. The day Sandy found out Richard was leaving to take a new position at a more prestigious firm, she cried for weeks. Sandy felt they belonged together, and Richard's leaving meant it would never happen. Ironically, Richard's last day was February 14th, Valentine's Day, and when they parted, Richard promised he would see her again someday; that their friendship was something he cherished, and he would never forget her. That night, Sandy went home and drank herself to sleep; not one of her favorite Valentine's Day memories. A few years later, Richard called Sandy and told her he was going into business for himself, and wanted her to be part of his team. Without a second thought, Sandy quit and joined Richard, who upped both her position and her salary. By this time, Sandy was engaged to Eric, and thought she was over Richard. But when they started working together again, the sexual chemistry came right back, along with the innuendos and the playfulness, which meant Sandy had to spend a fair amount of energy pushing her feelings out of her heart and mind; she was engaged, and Richard was still married. The day she and Eric were painting the kitchen in their first home days before the wedding, the phone call came that Sandy would never forget. Richard called to say his wife had run off to Italy, and then called him and said she wanted a divorce because she found someone else. Richard was devastated, and Sandy's heart sank, because she knew she was with Eric and couldn't leave him for Richard, even though she should have. Once again, bad timing reared its ugly head. Sandy enjoyed working with and for Richard, and they both became successful design consultants. They were well known in the industry for their professionalism, sense of humor, and willingness to tackle the tough jobs no one else wanted. It was a reputation hard earned. Sandy maintained her fantasies about Richard, even after she was married to Eric and Richard remarried to Jessica, but she loved dreaming up ideas where and how she would seduce him, because she believed it would happen eventually. She felt she knew every inch of his muscular body since she'd dreamed about it so much, even though she'd never seen anything more than his bare chest. Richard wasn't model pretty, but his soft green eyes, round face, and amazing smile melted her every time she looked at him. And Sandy knew her huge tits kept Richard's eyes entertained on many occasions. Her dark brown hair over the years switched between shoulder length and twice that, because she knew Richard liked it longer. In fact, she felt she knew Richard better than anyone else, including Eric, and Richard felt he knew her better than any other woman, as well. They truly belonged together, but life—and timing—being what it is, wasn't letting that happen. Sandy heard noises outside her office, and when she glanced at the clock, it was almost 1:00 p.m.! So much for lunch, Sandy thought. She had work to do, and she and Richard had a meeting in a few hours, which meant reminiscing time was over. Just as Sandy was heading up the hall to Richard's office, he was walking out to greet her. "Sandy," Richard said, grabbing her arm and turning her back down the hall toward her office. "Let's go back to your office and check your calendar. I just got a phone call that may turn into the biggest account we've ever had. We need to fly to New York next week to meet with the clients." In her office, Sandy and Richard figured out that they'd have to leave on Sunday to get to New York and prepare for Tuesday's meeting. They could fly home on the 15th, or, Sandy thought, she just might take a few days' vacation and spend the time shopping in the city, one of her favorite places to visit. "You know this means we'll be gone over Valentine's Day, don't you? Will Jessica be angry?" Sandy asked. "I hope not; especially if we get this account," said Richard. "Then she and I could go to Hawaii for a few weeks before we knuckle down to work on the project. But how about Eric? Will he be mad you're spending the most romantic day of the year with another man?" Richard grinned. "Yeah, right," Sandy laughed. "Eric doesn't have a jealous bone in his body, which pisses me off sometimes, but he knows we've been friends for years and nothing has ever happened; plus he understands that we have to travel sometimes to do our jobs, and, let's face it, he's not all that romantic anyway," Sandy replied, glancing out the window, averting her eyes from Richard, knowing that he was one of the most romantic men she'd ever known, judging by the wonderful things he did for his first wife, as well as Jessica, whom Sandy at least liked better than the first bitch. Because she was going away with Richard, as well as spending Valentine's Day with him, Sandy spent the rest of the week in a great mood. Even though she knew nothing would happen between them sexually, she was thrilled to have him to herself for so much time. The five-hour flight to New York—first-class accommodations, thank you, Richard—was something she was looking forward to. Just sitting next to him made her happy. Sandy took that Friday off before the big weekend. She wanted to spend a lot of money on clothes and lingerie, even if it was just to make herself feel good. Sandy, like any reasonable woman, loved shopping, and the only trouble she ever had was finding tops to fit over her large chest. After an all-day buying spree, where she spent way too much money, Sandy was thrilled with her purchases. She found a great turquoise cashmere sweater that complimented her brown eyes perfectly, hugged her size 8 body, and really emphasized her size 36D breasts, which she knew was her best feature next to her long, dark hair. Men couldn't stop staring, and even her husband Eric, whose lack of sexual interest annoyed Sandy, enjoyed them now and then. Sandy even bought a beautiful matching demi bra and panties to wear underneath, which made her feel sexy. A tight gray pencil skirt and 3-inch Stuart Weitzman pumps that set her back more than her first paycheck so many years ago would make her a stunner for the meeting. She also bought a beautiful dinner dress, since she knew Richard would take her out the 14th because it was the gentlemanly thing to do, romance or no romance. As a matter of fact, she overheard him tell his secretary to book a dinner reservation at The Rainbow Room, one of her favorite spots in the city. The views are stunning, and she felt like high society every time she dined there. When Sunday morning came, Richard showed up with the hired limo and off they went to the airport. Eric was still sleeping, so she gave him a quick peck before hurrying out the door. When Sandy checked into her suite at the Waldorf Astoria—another surprise from Richard—she kicked off her shoes, laid on the bed, and thought about the wonderful flight with free-flowing champagne, the long talks about life and love—and sex—she and Richard shared, and what the plan of attack was for this client they needed to win over. Sandy was still a bit drunk—champagne will do it every time—and somewhat horny. She took off her pants, and as she fantasized for the millionth time about Richard, her hand wandered down to her pussy, which was instantly wet, and had been the entire five-hour flight. She slowly slid her fingers up and down her slit, as her nipples hardened from the sensation, as well as from the cool breeze coming through the open window. She thought about Richard's body, and his story of college when he slept with a sister one night and did the other sister the next night. She spread her juices all around her pussy lips, then settled her finger just above her clit, stroking it, circling it, pretending it was Richard's tongue working her into ecstasy. Just as she was about to come, the phone rang. Cursing, she stopped and answered it, knowing it had to be Richard. It was Eric, just checking to make sure she made it to New York okay. As soon as she hung up, the phone rang again, and this time it was Richard. They made plans to meet for dinner downstairs to go over a bit more work before the final push and rehearsal on Monday. After dinner and more champagne, Sandy returned to her room, tired and happy, but incredibly frustrated. She didn't know if she could hold out from Richard anymore. She had to have him, and was stunned at his ability to resist her. That night she wore a sheer low-cut silk top that showed off her cleavage and a short but professional skirt with a stunning pair of spiky sandals that turned quite a few heads in the bar and restaurant. She knew Richard looked and admired, but that's as far as it went. As Sandy drifted to sleep after finally giving herself about three good orgasms, she vowed to get Richard on Tuesday, or end it once and for all. She wasn't looking for a relationship, she told herself; she just had to know if Richard could live up to her fantasies—just once. After long hours on Monday and a quick dinner, since Sandy and Richard didn't finish till after 8 p.m., they both retired to their rooms to get a good night's sleep. Tuesday was going to be a big day for them, and in more ways than one, Sandy thought, as she drifted off to sleep. When Richard saw Sandy dressed in her gray slim skirt and that tight sweater, he almost choked. She was an amazing woman, and his internal struggle to resist her all these years was the hardest thing he had ever done. He knew she was off-limits, but he still had to be around her. The minute he left his old job to start his new firm, she was first on the hiring list. That was a given. Her scent, her eyes, and yes, those beautiful breasts were the reason he made sure they worked together—a lot. As strong as he was, though, even Richard didn't think he could hold out much longer. Here it was, Valentine's Day, when he should be thinking of Jessica, but all that was running through his head was how Sandy must look under those clothes. Geez, Richard thought, I hope I can get through this meeting without having a heart attack. "Good morning, Richard," Sandy cheerfully greeted him, knowing that he heartily approved of her outfit, judging by the gaze on his face. If you like this, wait until you see what I have planned for tonight, Sandy giggled to herself. If she couldn't get in his pants on this Valentine's Day, it was never going to happen. As she climbed into the limo, she made sure he got a good look at her butt in the tight skirt. Too bad it wasn't a little shorter, so she could have given him a preview of coming events. But business decorum won out. Besides, she thought, as Richard climbed in after her and shut the door, there's plenty of time for that; plenty of time, she smiled at him knowingly. The meeting lasted four hours, including lunch, and after it was all over, the clients seemed delighted with their work. Sandy and Richard were exhausted but elated just the same. As they left, they were told they'd have an answer by the end of the week. "I think it looks pretty good, Sandy," smiled Richard as he grabbed her hand. "You were impressive in there. I know old man Jeffries couldn't take his eyes off you, and I'll take any advantage we can get. We're up against some tough competition." "Why do you think I wore this new sweater?" laughed Sandy. I'm not above using every, uh, asset, in our possession." "Well, all we can do now is relax, enjoy the rest of the evening, and think good thoughts," Richard replied. "I booked dinner at the Rainbow Room; is that okay with you?" "It's wonderful, Richard, thanks for thinking about me," Sandy responded. "You worked hard on this pitch, and if we get it, you're in for a big bonus, and, by the way," how does Vice President sound?" Sandy looked at Richard, astonished. "You're kidding, right?" she asked. "Nope," said Richard. "You've earned it. I guess you'll be wanting a bigger office and a bigger expense account," he grinned. Sandy couldn't talk she was so moved. She reached over and grabbed Richard, giving him a big hug. As her breasts pressed against his chest, Richard had to remind himself to breathe. What an amazing feeling...he had to know what it felt like without all the clothes between them. "Okay, you're welcome," Richard said, holding Sandy back a bit; if she held on any longer, he knew he'd explode. "I'll come by your room to pick you up at 8." "You bet!" exclaimed Sandy, as the limo pulled in front of the hotel. "Can't wait, and I hope you brought the platinum card, because I'm gonna eat my weight in lobster and drink a river of champagne!" "Uh, maybe I better rethink this VP idea; we don't have the account, yet," Richard laughed, totally charmed by her enthusiasm. He bet that carried over into the sack, as well. It was 5 o'clock; Richard would be by in three hours. That meant Sandy had a lot of work to do. She laid out her dress, shoes and lingerie, then decided at the last minute she was going to forgo the underwear...if the chance presented itself tonight, that's one less piece of resistance Richard was going to have to overcome, Sandy thought. After a quick nap, she took a shower and then dressed in her sweats to run down to the salon in the lobby for her scheduled manicure, pedicure, and Brazilian bikini wax. Everything was going to be perfect this Valentine's Day, and that meant her body as well. At 7:50 p.m., Sandy stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room and gave herself the once over. From top to bottom, even she had to admit she looked stunning. Her long, dark hair was in a beautiful updo, with little white bead pearls strategically placed all over. The satin royal purple evening gown was tied around her neck and the plunging V neckline directed everyone where to look. Even the slit up the side was elegant, not trashy, and the final touches, her stiletto black heels with matching evening bag, finished the outfit. She was glad at that point she decided to spend the extra bucks to have her face professionally made up downstairs. It wasn't cheap, but well worth it. Last but not least, Sandy inserted the diamond stud earrings in her ears that Richard had given to her as a bonus after they landed their last big account. He was so generous and thoughtful. She just had to have him or she'd die. While she waited for the knock on the door, Sandy briefly thought about Eric, but knew this fling with Richard was just something she had to get out of her system. When Sandy opened the door to her suite, Richard was so stunned he actually stepped back a bit. Before him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her outfit tonight made what she wore to the meeting look like bargain-basement goods. His erection started to grow; luckily, the red roses in his hands covered it up, for now. "For you, happy Valentine's Day," Richard said, handing Sandy the flowers, and giving her a peck on the cheek. "They're beautiful, Richard," Sandy replied, taking them from him. She placed them on the table, and called downstairs and asked them to bring up a vase to put the rose in after they left for dinner. On the elevator ride to the lobby, Sandy stayed close to Richard because it was crowded in there. Everyone else was just as dressed up and looked fabulous. The Rainbow Room was a short distance from the hotel, so they took a cab over. Sandy got out first, and moved to the side behind the taxi to give Richard room to exit. Before she could react, a truck came down the road, tires running through the gutter, and splashing a huge muddy puddle of water all over Sandy, drenching her completely. Her hair was soaked, and all the little bead pearls were plinking on the ground like raindrops. The beautiful satin dress was now brown and spotted, and would never be the same, no matter how many times it was cleaned, and her face, her perfectly made up face, was a big mucky mess. Sandy was so stunned, all she could do was stand there with her mouth wide open. And then she started to cry. Richard was so angry at the truck driver for what he did to Sandy, he wanted to chase him down the street and strangle him. Instead, he gathered Sandy up, put her back in the taxi with him, and took her back to the hotel. "Richard, I'm getting mud all over your beautiful suit," sniffed Sandy, who was trying to buck up and stop crying. "I don't give a damn," said Richard, angrily. "I want to kill that fucking truck driver." He was so mad, his anger was burning inside him; he was mad at the truck driver, and even angrier at himself. He wanted to hold Sandy tight and protect her from the bad things that happened in this world. He knew then and their that he was madly, crazy, unabashedly in love with this woman, and it pained his heart to see her so sad, and made him think how nuts he was that he waited this long to possess her. "Let's get you out of these clothes," Richard consoled her, as he led her to the bathroom in her suite. Sandy had stopped crying by then, and before she went into the bathroom to take a shower, she tried to lighten up the mood a bit in a desperate attempt to salvage the evening. "I guess," sighed Sandy, that's it for this dress!" Richard heard the shower water running, and saw steam coming from under the bathroom door. He had removed his coat and tie, and sat on the bed wondering what to do next. She was just in the next room, soaping herself down, water running between those breasts...his dick was so hard, he thought it might break off. Sandy was in the shower washing her hair and thinking about how the whole evening was ruined; it was over. Her chance at sleeping with Richard, her perfect Valentine's Day dinner, and the whole seduction scenario she had planned for so long. The hot water mixed with the steam felt so good that Sandy stood there for a few minutes, letting it run down her clean hair and back, washing away all the upset of just a short while ago. When she finally looked up, she saw Richard standing outside the shower door. He had all his clothes on, except for his tie, jacket, shoes and socks. She froze, just staring at his face, while he was looking at her. Richard slowly opened the shower door and stepped in. He was so full of lust, he seriously had no idea what he was doing. He stood in the shower, face to face with a Sandy in all her nakedness, and looked at her with so much hunger in his eyes, he thought she might be afraid. Instead, Sandy looked back at him, and let her arms drop to her side.