0 comments/ 57234 views/ 1 favorites Executive for Hire By: stoneypoint At the convocation centre, the 36-year-old sat behind the table, which was almost directly behind the podium towards the edge of the stage. Head dropped down, as the company's Marketing President outlined the past year, he thought back to other days in his life. This was the beginning of a special shareholder's meeting. While the man's head was suspended and staring down at his notes, he drifted far, far back to his last year in high school. December 16, 1988, what a year. In southern Florida, he remembered it all well, and who wouldn't. He was the first and the only one it happened to in that region. National attention was brought on him, her, and his school. It was brought upon the tiny community, which never liked any attention for the most part. "...she was so incredible, as he thought about her; the memory of them brought about a smile, which wasn't seen at all by the crowd. She was so, so perfect. She was so ideal!" Then the thoughts dodged him as he heard his name called out. He stood up, waited behind the table, looked out at the crowd, and collected his thoughts. Finally, he walked around and up to the podium, shaking the President of Marketing's hand. Clearing his throat gently he said, "Ladies and Gentleman... Thank you for coming this evening. We appreciate your presence on such short notice. Let me get on with what you are all here for, what has to be decided on, and of course, what should be instituted here today." "As everyone knows, this day has been coming. It was only a matter of time. Many issues have been discussed. We have several avenues we have considered taking on a variety of inadequacies we face now. We cannot think of any rock solid solutions. Of course, as you know, bankruptcy may be looming." The crowd listened without saying a word. They were the executive shareholders who were called in. They were also the majority shareholders that in the crowd. Many were executive employees of the Fortune 500 Company; others were long-time shareholders who showed up. If it wasn't the shareholders themselves, then it was an administrative assistant, who represented the shareholder. This company was in a crisis. The company who had somehow overextended itself out of nowhere, in the public's point of view, was on the verge of economic failure. Yes, they were preparing to file corporate bankruptcy soon, if something couldn't be done. They were unable to obtain the lines of credit. They sold off 50% or 180 acres of their long held property. They sold off other unnecessary investments. Regardless, all of these changes failed to bring a necessary turn around. In the back row, a young woman sat unnoticed. She was unseen by everyone. They were only interested about curing the problems of the company. Those who may have seen her paid no mind. When she saw him, memories cropped up; yes, overwhelming, fantastic memories came back to her. When she saw him, she became overwhelmed with deep feelings of arousal! These feelings spread throughout her but were buried profoundly within. Erotic thoughts or ideas filled within and zoomed throughout her. Her 'breeding ground' blossomed as if it was spring and her vegetation began blooming! Initially, she pulled her legs firmly together, trying to ignore the emotional responses, which came along by her reminiscing of the two of them. She was not there for that reason. She knew it, but she just could not help herself. "Ohhh, wow, those were the greatest times, she began thinking; he made me feel so fine, so extraordinary, and so beautiful! Oh he did, he...", as she thought more and more of those days back in college. She tried stopping herself. "I'm not here for that. Focus, you've got to focus", she quietly murmured. Looking towards him only brought an increased attentiveness to that period in time, long ago for this woman, whose life hadn't been pleasurable in years, it seemed. She just hadn't found the same type of individual to share a perfect life with personally. She knew he was going to be there but she didn't expect what began happening to her when she saw him. No emotions of any sort popped up until she walked in and saw him. That's when she erupted with an erotic like fervor internally; she couldn't control herself, at first. He and she were convincingly inseparable in those days. When together, the emotional connection was as if these two were from the 60's. Love was always on their menu. Yes, passionate romance and any leftovers filled their bill of fare. All that knew the two of them were convinced these two were destined to be together forever. That obviously wasn't true. Sitting there, isolated, she felt the impact of him on her. With no one around her for three rows or to her left, whatsoever, she discreetly and very slowly lifted up her skirt; she lifted it up carefully... up... up... up. Lifting far enough up and looking around again, at the same time, to make sure no one walked in late. She hadn't played with herself in well over five months. She wanted to, but she contained many previous emotional situations. Why would she do it there of all places? An emotional collapse brought on her sexual hunger. That hunger within activated a long overdue hormonal blossoming. She was more then overjoyed when she saw him and she became immensely aroused! Her sleeping monster had to be satisfied! She initially convinced herself that it was true! Sliding her fragile hand sideways into her cotton panties, she felt her soft bushy hair. It was a full tuft, which rose up above and protected the opening to the "Golden Well"; she ignored the gardens. To a man, that is part of the splendor. To her, the fruit she sought was hidden deeper in her linings and was ripe for picking. She was moistening up more. An undetectable feeling of happiness bloomed, suggesting to her, "I'm going to be fine soon enough. It's going to be perfectly fine, shortly." She was fooled by her aroused state of mind. Meanwhile, she had forgotten why she was there. She forgot as she slipped into another world. She was caught up by the memories of him and her. She began slipping her hand as inconspicuously as possible. "Oooooooooh, she thought softly; mmmmm... ooooooohh", as she silently let off a long-winded breath. It wasn't audible enough for anyone to hear. With her fingers becoming moist as well as her vaginal walls, a pleasant odor splashed over her finger and hand, smearing them with its scent. That aromatic scent could spark lust in the heart of many men! She was going further and deeper by pleasing herself, which was not good! It could prove to be detrimental. Her mid-length skirt was pulled way up by the bottom of her panties. It was amazing no one ever walked by her. Her legs were fully exposed. They were beautiful tubular thighs and calves! Any woman would be proud to have her legs! Her hand was visible to anyone who might look to see what she was actually doing if they wanted and had direct line of sight. No one did have a direct and visible line of sight. Also, they were too focused on the issues at hand! She closed her eyes for a bit, as she twirled her finger around her rich saturated linings. She loved and felt comforted by her own touch and warmth of the sanctuary, which wrapped around her finger. Yes, the sanctuary of love, intimacy, or lust was offering services to her at a badly timed moment. Then something cracked at her mindset. Her conscious told her, "Pay attention, you are here for a reason." The ecstasy evaporated and the pleasurable thoughts vanished as her sanctuary dried up slowly. She began refocusing, but the happiness still lie in her heart. She slid her skirt quickly back down her legs. She licked off her finger. She smelled the fragrance left on it next and smiled warmly. She wiped it with a tissue and stuffed the tissue deep into her purse; she put a touch of perfume to the finger, hiding the previous scent. Then she looked forward to pay attention up front. His voice spoke up even louder, "We need at least two lines of credit as you all are aware. We require security to do this and we don't have the resources available. We have gone over every possible option available to us... Has anyone considered any other available avenues or thought of anything we may have overlooked?" John Hawkins, the reigning CEO and President of the Company had afforded the benefit of the doubt to many, keeping them abreast of what transpired over the last 10 months. The woman, upon seeing Hawkins, continued smiling and happiness sprouted everywhere. "Oh I never... I can't believe how... ohhh yes it's..." and she smiled as her eyes glazed over briefly and allowed herself to think about those days gleefully. She thought to herself, "He will be happy to see me. I know it. It was a special time. It was so, so exceptional for us." Warm thoughts pulsated again through her. They were stimulating memories she recalled. She had to focus. She came for a purpose. She was on a mission. It was going to work out, if everything was done a certain way. She began focusing and settled down, not letting emotions from the past control her. When she thought back, she pleasantly thought of intimate moments between Hawkins and her. Something precious developed within her again. She tightened up vaginal muscles as she announced to herself, "Stop it, we'll have an opportunity, hopefully", quelling further thoughts and feelings. The company knew just about every majority shareholder. This was a male dominated organization. They may not know everyone, but they knew about 98% of the shareholders. She was the 2% they weren't familiar with but it wasn't important. Hawkins didn't know she was one of the shareholders. In his past, he had been promiscuous. He probably wouldn't have been if it weren't for a period between the months of December of '88 until April of '89. That was his senior year of high school. He was 18 going on 19. He was a year older then his classmates. He was a dashing, athletic young man who often could be clumsy while adjusting to a physical maturation period. He was charming and many were caught his charismatic charm he exhibited. The woman in the back row had always been a quiet shareholder, agreeing usually with most of the company's decisions or tactics to that point. That was, up until about a year prior. Now Bridgette Thompson, who prayed and prayed for a long time, finally had enough; she found her confidence and stood up unexpectedly. She stayed motionless for a few seconds, until she found the right words to announce her presence and her purpose. Hawkins couldn't distinguish her that far back in the room. She was too far away for him to recognize her! The details on her face were to blurred from that distance, thus he couldn't decipher whom it was that stood up. When Hawkins saw her stand up though, in the back row, he acknowledged her presence. "Mam, is there something you have to offer here today? I don't believe we know who you are and I'm sorry to say that we don't mam." Bridgette Thompson stood there as Hawkins politely encouraged her to come up to the podium. At first, she was tentative. Upon hearing him address her, Ms. Thompson's vagina trembled slightly while she looked his way. "Okay Bridge, behave yourself", she said to herself. She was adamant about her solution though and the dilemma of the company. The way out, which she formulated was a sure fire prescription to the financial woes of the company that she was well vested in. Slowly, she slid out of the back row. Standing next to it, she prepared her thoughts properly in her head. Gradually, she walked towards the stage. It took several seconds for her to get there while the other shareholders tried to figure out whom she might be; they had no idea who she was and they were curious about this woman. Hawkins finally recognized her. A warm and tender rush of emotion took flight. "Oh my God, I never knew... It's... It's Bridgette", he uttered to himself under his breath. Finally stepping on the stage, Bridgette walked over and shook Hawkins hand before beginning to speak, but he pulled her in, whispered something pleasant, and then they stepped apart. Immediately after, they smiled and acknowledged a special connection they had with each other! She walked over to the podium. She turned once more to him and he winked inconspicuously at her. The crowd knew something was up and it was evident from their mannerisms. Dressed in a woman's conservative dark brown tweed business suit, it showed off her shapely calves. Her calves and knees were visible to the crowd. Her tweed jacket was tailored to fit along her attractive womanly physique. It flowed inwards on each side announcing to anyone interested that she was proud of her womanly appearance. Finally, at the hips, the tailored jacket jetted smoothly in opposite directions so that her newfound figure would be noticeable to all the men who might be interested in more then financial woes, down the road, to her. Bridgette Thompson just came off a diet in which she had lost 115 lbs over the last year and a half. She was stunning! To look at her, in the eyes of many, was heavenly! Speaking up, she first introduced herself. She stated it was great to be apart of this historical event, which confused many shareholders. "Why was this historical", thought many, including Hawkins himself. "Please allow me some latitude as I am going present a solution to our dilemma we are in. First, I have been a shareholder for over 13 years. I am 34 and yes, I know I do not look a day over 25 or 26, so I've been told. So please, put it away! That isn't why we are here today. I appreciate any unspoken compliments or thoughts, I really do." She thought to herself, "Boy, I've got guts; this is already going well! I've got their attention already." The crowd began whispering amongst themselves asking, "Who the heck is she? Where did she come from?" The executive assistants, who were mostly females and other women in the crowd, quietly stated inwardly, "Yeah, whoop... whoop! Or... "Yeah girl, you go! Tell these guys to keep it in their pants! That's right, uh huh!" "Anyways, said Bridgette, I apologize for being blunt; however I am serious about what I am going to propose. Once you hear what I have to say, the long term outcome of all of this, and I'm referring to three to four years down the road, it is going to make everyone prosper; it will especially make the company financially sound; I hope everyone understands." There was a huge stir as mumbling spread throughout the convocation centre. "Please everyone, she said boldly, this WILL, as she emphasized the word will, bring about enormous and a thriving turnabout that we all seek!" From behind her, she heard Hawkins speak. "How is that, Ms. Thompson? How is this going to take place? Please let us all in on your solution." Obviously, he was skeptical as everyone else in the room. He wanted to remain professional at that point. She was overly confident and she was convinced her idea was the right path to her 'vested interest' as well as everyone else's. This would make or break her financially. "I am absolutely positive that what I am about to propose is our gateway to financial success! Despite records, knowledge of, or any rumors, this is a perfect solution!" She went on, "There is one person who can and will bring us out of this horrendous predicament. Personally, if this doesn't prove successful, then I am going to have to apply for Medicaid; as God as my witness, hell if I'm going to do that!" The crowd erupted and shouts of "Who are you referring to? Who is it? There isn't anyone out there we know" other's screamed out. But there was and John Hawkins knew her well. His heart erupted with visions of convoluted elation. His heart exploded and sent off waves, which emitted more buried memories! The anticipation of Bridgette naming that person brought back some awesome feelings for him! He was euphoric because he knew her well. He remembered the times even better! He was a victim, but he was a willing victim. It brought back the initial embarrassment of that short period. He learned so many things way back then and he was always taught to be open minded because of that short-lived experience. He was turned on by the possibility and the memories of the person who's name she was about to announce. John Hawkins had known the woman just short of twenty years. He knew who Ms. Thompson was about to announce to the crowd of investors. His heart raced as memories ensued. He knew something no one else knew. He knew many things people didn't know! Of course, they didn't need to know about any of that. That was beside the point. He craved hearing her declare the solution to everyone. "Say it Bridgette, come on, and say her name", he shouted to himself! Bridgette Thompson was right! This individual was exactly the right person to take the company in the direction it needed to go and to get back on its feet! "Tell them, said Hawkins from behind her. Tell them who that person is, okay?" Ms. Thompson became confused. "How does he know who it is? How would he know? Maybe he's known her all along and refused to accept the truth that this person is the right person for the job. This person could and would be the perfect answer for what was necessary to bring the company back to financial stability, long term!" Bridgette turned around and looked at Hawkins inquisitively. He looked at her smiling. She understood the smile, nodded her head, and he nodded back. It assured her that she was saying and doing the right thing. He already succumbed to the proposed plan and it was the right plan for them! Elizabeth Pappenfuss was the right person who could do the job efficiently! She could bring anyone and everyone to their 'knees', figuratively and literally speaking. Liz Pappenfuss was as perfect as perfect gets, if someone was in dire need, from the corporate side of things! She was a wizard. She was masterful. She was one of the most well known, ingenious, and tactical communicators that a company, especially a Fortune 500 company could utilize when in a financial position. She was a little more then that though and Hawkins knew it; Bridgette didn't know what Hawkins knew about her. She had a characteristic about her, which she used to her advantage. Hawkins would never ever discuss this feature with anyone for any reason. This was only known and experienced by a handful of individuals. She wasn't some kind of bitch, as many suggested, but she could work any system anyway she needed. She did it with perfection, grace, and she was smooth. She even did what she did to Hawkins back in '88 and early '89! Of course, that was on a completely different emotional and personal playing field! She was perfect! Hawkins remembered how perfect! He knew she was perfect because she took him inside one fine Saturday morning and mended his injured foot for him. She did more then that on that unsuspecting day. Elizabeth Pappenfuss wasn't always a Corporate Management Resolution Specialist. She had another profession prior to moving into the corporate world. Liz Pappenfuss was a teacher. She was one of the brightest, most intellectual, most well loved, and most admired teachers in the state. At the time, she was a bright eyed, fresh out of college student teacher. Back in '87, she was a student teacher at the young age of 22. She was a cheery and fun teacher. She was firm and her students followed her to the ends of the earth, to get good grades. She was something more then that also and that was that she was a babe! In the truest sense of the word, she was an absolute awesome babe! Yeah, she was more then just that and Hawkins at nineteen, agreed with everyone's conclusion. Ms. Pappenfuss was a sexy, sexy college student or at that point, a student teacher who liked guys as much as the next girl! However, he was closer in age to her, he was manly, he was handsome, and he was charismatic. He had incredible charm and he knew it. She did too! Executive for Hire Ch. 02 John Hawkins used his master keycard to let himself in and Bridgette turned around, then stood up, and walked to him to embrace with a long overdue kiss, which she yearned for. He, in her mind, was what she needed, desired, and savored. "Ohhh Johnnnnn, it is soooo, soooo nice to be with you again. I can't describe to you how much I've missed you sweetheart. This is so nice; it's so, so nice!" "It is great isn't it", he replied softly, glancing into the joy emitted though her eyes. She went on and said, "Ohhh it is honey. It's so startling after all these years. You haven't any idea what I've felt, how I wanted, what I've wanted these last several hours. Seeing you on stage I... I... ohh, I just wanted... ohhh John honey. You wouldn't understand what I actually felt!" Before saying anything while he looked and listened to her words, he warmly evaluated his situation between the two of them. She wanted him and he equally yearned to be together with Bridgette. She sought a response, but he only looked into her soul, through her eyes. He saw that desire. He loved the glow of her warm brown eyes and her mid-length hair, which curved its way down to the top of her shoulders. It was satisfying to him. He lifted up his hands and ran his fingers through her silky hair. He smiled as he felt the smooth thick head of hair. It felt nice when he touched it. "Bridgette? Try me! Okay! Tell me what it was you felt when you came in tonight. Try me... tell me everything you felt. He thought he might know the answer. He led her by the hand to the floor in front of the couch. He grabbed his glass of wine she poured, kicked off his shoes, and stripped off his suit coat and tie. She did the same. She wore very attractive stockings, which gave an appearance that she wasn't just there for business, but a social or personal gathering, additionally! Personally, she didn't intentionally put them on for that reason. She was there to accomplish a goal, which was to bring the company back to solid ground. In the back of her mind, subconsciously, the vision of John Hawkins was always there, hence the attention to her stockings and other intimate details of what she wore. Sitting side by side, he removed her jacket telling her to feel at ease. She wasn't nervous; she was eager, as was Hawkins that the two of them would have a night, which would progress to something long term possibly. They talked about the old days, which was out of the ordinary. This wasn't some run of the mill couple. They did everything, almost, together. Romantically, they were the most noticeable couple on campus for two years until he graduated. After that, it was only sparingly that the two were together. He moved out of town to begin his career. It wasn't always the weekends that the two spent together with each other. He had four full changes of clothes she kept for him. He always tried to provide dinner, if not breakfast for them when they didn't feel like the kitchen complex's food services. Back then, he was a very good cook. He did more then hotdogs and hamburgers. He cooked casserole after casserole. He would cook Italian, Mexican dishes, and a plethora of breakfast dishes. He slowly fattened her up. He didn't mind that she had gradually gained over 40 plus pounds. She was extraordinary and the best lover, almost, he would ever have; except for Liz Pappenfuss, which is another part of his unique life. The two of them teased and talked at first as well as being romantic. Foreplay slowly inched its way onto the scene as she felt him tiptoeing into the land of love she treasured the most. His desire and her famished cravings for the other would burst out of a fragile bubble. The romance eventually expanded due to her weakness for him; it might simmer and finally blossom perfectly, depending on how he approached their situation. He was trying to make sure she 'sprouted' perfectly and not prematurely. Attempting to recreate that period years and years ago, John stood up, walked over to the lights, and turned them down. She liked the idea. She wanted it that way. Low, dim lights normally heightened a loving mood. Bridgette and Hawkins slightly visible now with the city's lights taking on a new role, they created the ambiance matched by nothing else. She smiled as he walked back and sat down behind her this time. He grabbed up his glass of wine, which she filled up again and took a longer sip of it. "Bridgette, what have, and then he paused, what have you have been doing these last several years. Why haven't you contacted me if you knew I ran the company? I mean, if you felt all these years the way you have felt about the two of us, what stopped you? I didn't know you were an investor. I didn't know where you went as time went on honey." "It's really okay, as she turned around and smiled. I think that life if it were meant to be, we somehow would catch up sooner... if it was destined that way John." "Do you really believe that Bridgette?" "John, I honestly believe that, from the bottom of my heart. If you and I, as committed and connected as we were back in college, were truly meant to be, it all would have surfaced by now. We definitely would have been together, which we are tonight, right. If we weren't meant to be then you wouldn't be sitting behind me. I'm happy you are sweetheart." "I don't know why I didn't come back to you, Bridge... I'm sorry, really sorry..." "John... honey, you don't need to be sorry. I always, especially since I became an investor, several years ago, could have called you. I knew how to do that." He put his glass down and coveted her body with his arms. She collapsed her shoulders when she felt comforting warm hug. Her eyes closed as he prolonged the hug. His arms extended downwards, ending at her stomach. After he left college and she had gained the initial weight of 40 lbs, she continued to gain extra mass. Last year, she began a goal to lose over 100lbs. She accomplished that goal just over a month and a half prior to the meeting. "I know why I never called you John. I do know why and it was a stupid reason. You don't know that I just lost over a hundred pounds, did you? In fact, you did know I began putting on weight back in college. By the time I was 26 or 27, I had ballooned to about 250lbs. Can you believe that?" "I hadn't... well I never realized that. But it wouldn't have mattered Bridge, I have always... always loved you." Just then, Hawkins massaged the presently remaining rolls of her tummy. Not trying to publicize the presence of them too much, but enough to let Bridgette know he did adore them and affectionately show his appreciation of her body he caressed the rolls of her tummy affectionately. "Mmmm, thank you John, you don't realize how much it means to me that a man, especially you, desires to touch and feel me there." She put her hands over his and pushed them into her tummy, expressing her emotions. "Your hands, they are still one of a kind honey; they are so gentle and soft", said Hawkins. ""Hawk, I only put my hands there because I love how yours feel. It's more then adorable or loving John. It's more then that. When I saw you tonight initially, I felt something. I felt something intense. I felt something inside, which can sometimes be beyond words." "What's that, he asked. What did you feel? Tell me Bridge, was it the feelings from the old days. Like when we were young?" "Yep... it sure was just about that. I had those feelings again when I walked in and saw you in person." She turned around with a look of excited desperation, wanting to move on to another level of intimacy. He smiled again when she turned and gazed at him. He removed the blazer she wore. She leaned forward allowing him to take it off and do anything he pleased that night. He would be on foreplay duty. He was not going to progress too rapidly with Bridgette. He wanted to make sure both of them remembered this evening for many years. He hugged her, from behind, once more. Again, her shoulders recoiled in appreciation, as he hugged her. While hugging her, his head leaned forward to kiss her cheek. She turned into his kiss, additionally recognizing that she would take it, plus others, freely. They didn't speak at this point, but his actions said a lot that words could express. At that point, after the kiss, he reached down along the top of her skirt and began pulling her blouse out of the skirt. She helped him with the 'task'. He didn't go and begin unbuttoning the top and seek her glorious succulent lobes as one might expect. Instead, he began undoing each button at the bottom of the blouse, going upwards until it met at the base of her bra. He decided to adore her mid-section. He felt an attraction to the slight soft rolls of her stomach. She separated each side of her shirt exposing them more for his pleasure. For reasons only known to him, that found its way into his heart. It found a way to make him crave her more and more. Hawkins loved more about her then he expected. His fingertips touched upon her minute rolls. He found it erotic in an unusual way. He slid his fingers, underneath the base of her little tummy. He danced over the skin in that area and felt urges with in himself, almost to pounce her sexually, but maintained a concentration and his goal. He didn't need to learn to appreciate her pudgy plot. Somehow, that was intrinsic. Somehow, it already felt completely natural to 'love' her tummy and let her know he loved it. He knew he loved her. He loved everything about her. Skimming upwards to the topside of the roll, he went back and forth, back and forth, continuously. He felt as if he was in seventh heaven! He felt overjoyed that she felt comfortable with her body and letting him discover her actual beauty. "I love your stomach, if you haven't noticed by now, honey... I just love it. It's beautiful to me. It really is", he said quietly. She didn't say a word. She let him continue, as he wanted. He gently pinched it without hurting her. He skimmed it back and forth, rising closer to her breasts, but dropping his hand back down to the center and underside of her tummy. Gliding his fingers left to right and right to left, he pleased her immensely. She said softly, in a whisper, "That feels wonderful and relaxing honey. I am so happy we are... ". She cut off without finishing her sentence. He understood what she intended to say. "I am too. I'm happy you came. I'm happy we're together. I hope some..." but he didn't finish his thought. She wanted to know what he was getting at, but didn't press him on it. He thought to himself, "Ohhh, I could kiss her belly." He squeezed it carefully, not inflicting any discomfort. He wanted to express his physical attraction towards her tummy and Bridgette! He wanted to express how it added an elixir of sexiness to her body. "Your body is so... very sexy Bridgette. It has its own personality which adds to you and your gorgeous wholesomeness. You are wonderful. You are so complete! I haven't even begun to show you or express how incredible I think you are. Do you realize that", he said to her delicately. "Ohhh John, you are the most! How you make me feel is indescribable. It is... it really is! She turned around and without warning kissed him passionately but briefly. He wasn't finished. He was going to pursue what he started out to do. He only wanted foreplay at that time. Subtly, after they kissed, he turned her back around and he hugged her. She desired much more but understood what his actions were. Thinking quickly, she realized he was up to his old acceptable standards. He always loved the foreplay. He always prioritized it when making love to a woman. It was, in his opinion, imperative that it be a part of making love or having sex. It always was precedence. She lay against him again with the bottom half of her blouse unbuttoned; she undid the remaining upper half, revealing her delicious, delectable, and adorable wholesome fruit. Without question, he took notice. He craved those juicy and bulky produce of hers. Sweet and ripe, she had prepared them for him. He wasn't equipped for the un-wrapping of her voluptuousness. Something said, "Do it, go ahead and feel free to proceed!" He wasn't ready quite yet. Yes, her wrapping was unbelievably eye-catching with intricate detailed and white woven laced designs in the two-dimensional bra she preferred to wear. It distracted him enough that he wanted to lift it off immediately and please her quickly. Fortunately, he held back and didn't pursue her lovely melon-like fruit. Fortunately, for her, he built up that anticipation. Instead, he went back to caressing her body. He ran his fingers back over her tummy, but she had grown bored with that activity and reached for his hands to move forward. He caught on and pursued her sides, sliding his hands up and down them. She loved how gentle his touch heightened her inner most desires that became increasingly more intimate with John. Bridgette wanted to undress him and have an opportunity to touch him and his body as he'd done to her. As much as she's loved his touch, she leaned forward again, undid her bra, catching it and laying it in his hands to feel. "John, rub this against your cheeks. See how soft it feels on your skin. See how sexy it feels against your skin. Feel how it is to the touch. Look at its design and notice how easily a man or a woman sees the sexy features of it. Isn't it a wonderfully designed bra? Isn't it especially sexy John? It is, isn't it?" He did as she asked. He even went as far as smelling the cotton material. She smiled when he did that. "You do appreciate the odor of cotton; it is a beautiful natural scent, especially with this make of a bra. It's nice a man appreciates something of this nature." "Bridge, I never really put a great deal of thought into bras. I am not sure it's something I'm going to appreciate other then the erotic nature of one. Hence, it isn't going to be something I'm going to do. I wouldn't go out and look at racks of these or specialty stores even. That makes you appear as a pervert, doesn't it?" "Ohhh noooo, not necessarily", she said. His eyes were now focused on her boobs. "I see what's important now, hehehe... Be my guest, please?" Cautiously, Hawkins approached her breasts with the deft attention he'd revealed often before. Normally, he doesn't go in and grab a hold of women's breasts. He would open up his hands. He gently places his hands, if offered, over the breasts. Personally, he always preferred to feel the bra first. He wants to elicit the idea he appreciates features like hers, but seeing as though, she eliminated that option, he had no choice but to approach her fruitful grove head on and submit an approving analysis. Hawkins backed off her breasts and rethought his position. He began, again with his fingertips running slowly around her tits. Carefully, he went around and around them. He didn't climb up and mount her succulent mounds with either hand at that point. "Ohhhh Johnnnnn... ohhhh I want you to do more then just feel them, she cried out in a defining tone! Bridgette wanted Hawkins to become more intimate. She wanted him to do more then his standard pre-sex foreplay. John, take me over you, let me dangle them over you while you suck my breasts. Lick them John and kiss them too! Just make me more excited them I am... please honey!" John understood that and kissed her passionately. He kissed her heavily and he pulled her over his chest. Her hands went in between the two of them while she struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt. Finally, she got the top one undone. He went in and undid the remainder. Discovering quickly what he did, her hands began feeling his chest, focusing on his upper body. She rubbed and rubbed his upper body, but began toying a little with his nipples. She slid him sideways, pulled his shirt off completely, and lay over him with her breasts dangling in his line of sight. He gazed and her ripened creations. He craved to sample her breasts the way she wanted to be consumed as each one's desire grew immensely. Reaching down and underneath her skirt, he held her full rounded ass carefully, but enough that she knew he loved it. He loved everything about her tubular area. From her mid buttocks region just down below the juncture of her ass and thighs, he tugged at her tubular beauty! As he pulled at it, she came forward enough that her breasts were directly over his face. She dropped herself just enough that her lobes gravitated in his mouth. John sucked the fullness of her lobes, feeling the cushion like tits being inhaled quietly. He kissed, sucked, licked, or smashed his face into her beautiful wholesome lobes. He'd lick her nipples off and on as he attempted to bring them to a hardened and excited state. Then he'd do the other side. Meanwhile, John's hands were down below getting more action then he expected. His hands, slipped in and out, at that point, of her fine voluptuous ass crack. He'd be more turned on while he slid one hand or another into her crack, going a little further each time. She'd make all sorts of sounds while his mouth and tongue pursued her tits as she desired or his hands were busy downstairs going at uncharted territory and 'tested' that back door opportunity! "I love your ass. It's so soft, but sexy in its own way. I want to get to know your ass a lot more... personally! Face to face too", he said to her gently. And as softly she said it right back to him, "Can we reciprocate that honey?" They both giggled as he nodded yes to her to acknowledge that request of hers. He proceeded with getting it on with her tits more expeditiously as he had been doing. She continued to love it and continued to push her lobes down into his face so he could get more and more of them. He loved her tits! He missed her tits! He realized he missed his old girlfriend much, much more then ever. She came off him and lay by his side. She lay there smiling and he did the same. He continued to toy with her sensuous breasts. She ran her own fingers over her lobes too! That turned him on more as his cock showed signs underneath of life. "You know something John; I've always loved my breasts. I'm not ashamed of their fullness. I love the size of my nipples. I'm happy men do too. I've had an interesting life. It's been good to me. But it isn't complete. Overall, I've not been totally satisfied." "Why do you tell me these things now, Bridgette?" He was still rubbing her ass or trying to, but it was too far away to do much of anything. He played with the outline surrounding her lobes. She rubbed his chest and ran circles over his nipples. "That's an awesome sensation! How your fingernails feel when you do that on my chest, and especially my bullets, Bridge." "Your bullets, asked Bridgette, I've never heard them referred to as bullets before on a guy, much less a woman. Maybe you mean pellets, don't you, hehehe." Laughing with her, "Yeah, I suppose so, in comparison to your beautiful land mines, mine are not even as popular in size." "Oh sure they are Hawk, I love to toy with them; don't you recall those times in the shower together?" "Ohhh yeahh, that's right! I remember now. God you'd go on for stretches just caressing and caressing my chest and 'pellets', hahaha, then inch your way downstairs and put your tools and my jewels to good use, wouldn't you?" "Mmmm, oh my lord, honey... as she swirled her mid length manicured nails over his chest... that was so enjoyable and you would reach around and try to pleasure me with your fingers. You never could do that when I was behind you, could you?" "Nope, responded Hawkins, but maybe you feel as if now is the time to explore each other. I've been curious for a little while, whether or not you've wanted me to undo that skirt." Executive for Hire Ch. 02 "John honey, anytime... well, this is a give and take relationship, isn't it?" As soon as she said that, she reached down, undid his belt, and unzipped him quicker then he could bat an eye. He didn't of course try to stop her. He let her roam freely. She slid the slacks down off his hips as his briefs were in full view. "Ohhh, aren't those the cutest pair of undieeeeewear, she said in a high pitched tone. 'Whose underwear is under there' borrowing a phrase from a popular commercial. Both laughed at her perfectly timed question. Aren't I sooo cute?" "Mine... mine, responded Hawkins. Do you like them? Do you like my plain old basic tighty whiteys?" "Of course I like them Johnny! They are your tighty whites, right? So of course, I'm going to love them." "And noooo, there aren't any blemishes. I'd be proud if an accident occurred and the ambulance had to come and... Uh uhh, clearing his throat... had to have my undieeeeewears ripped off?" Her hands pushed him gently on his back. Then going to the bottom outline of his undies, she strolled her fingers along the outline that surrounded the front of each thigh simultaneously. Sliding a couple of fingers around closer to his groin area, she immediately went back around the backside of his thighs until they met with the carpeted floor and she couldn't go any further. She smiled sheepishly and he returned the look. Her fingers began backing up and 'drove' in reverse as they slipped back around his thighs to the groin and ever so slightly touched upon his sack. She gently caressed it, but only briefly, so that she teased his state of arousal. Oh, she did that for sure, as her interaction with his groin area only heightened his sexual sensations! Yep, she did what he wanted her to do... heightening the believability that these two were still romantically linked! She desired him and he felt the exact same way about her. Time and destiny... well they needed to take their own path for these two to come together, once again! When she led her hand away, then reversed its course and headed back around and circled around his 'wagon train', he clamped her hand warmly! He looked right into her face, smiled and said, "Honey... he paused for a moment... honey I'm in love with you! I have always been in love with you. I don't think there has ever been a moment that I've been not in love with you". All the while, he kept her hands right at the tip of the base of his cock and sack. She completely understood as her nipples grew big and strong at an arousing rate! He raised her awareness up at least 100%, if not more! She contained her emotions, for a moment! "John... John, John, how can I say that any better then how you expressed it just now. Her hands came out of his undies, she leaned into him, her arms reached around him, and her tits pressed against him while she hugged him in a loving grip for an extended period! He felt the graceful nature of her physique, which to him was more then glorious. He felt her lobes push against his chest as she hugged him. She felt the noticeable rolls of her tummy inch up and down his flattened stomach. He loved how she felt against him. She felt his semi-limp dick push against her pelvic region. She focused on that as she though about their past. "John, as she let off her grip of him, there are three things I've missed about you." "What are those, asked Hawkins, not looking at her in the face at that point but directly at her hard nipples, what's that honey?" "I know you love them, I do... she lifted his head so he would glance at her face... John sweetheart, the three things I've missed and I've always loved are this, pointing to his head and kissing his forehead, this, as she pointed her index finger at his heart and then flat-handed his chest. Looking at him, then his chest where her hand lay flat over his heart, she finally said, "I've missed this John." She went down over his majestic penis and grasped it carefully. She compressed it enough so that he understood completely that she loved him whole-heartedly for more then one or two things. It wasn't only his intelligence. It wasn't only his romantic nature. It definitely was more then that. She loved him because he brought many valuable assets to their relationship. John never expressed himself, although he came close, to how she expressed herself to him. "I want to make love with you Bridgette." He removed his underwear and she undid the remainder of what she wore. Both were naked and without digesting what the other may or may have looked like, which didn't matter at all, they engrossed themselves in an interlocking like passionate kissing spree. Arms, legs tongues, and feet all moved around the other, passionately wrestling the other to express intimate and erogenous feelings they had for one another! Moving up and down, sideways or just feeling one another here and there, no matter what, each touch, and movement was an extension by all accounts, the summit that led to love in proportions hardly recognizable in a normal kissing spree! This went on for several minutes! What seemed like blocks or stretches of 20 minutes time was much, much less! However, as each one's emotions were let out, those emotions pursued an equivalent pleasure that only compounded a growing lust for the other! They groped one another profoundly as heavier breathing was heard gorging through them indicating a strong presence of desire. Pulling closer and closer, each was tightly wrapped up as they could be, but somehow they felt they could be even closer. Not clawing one another, both Bridgette and John, continued using their legs and arms as well as their feet to compress themselves even more. John's cock showed outwardly signs of being horny! Bridgette didn't stop to say she was equally horny for fear that their brilliant kissing might end! Just then, John pulled away and abruptly discontinued what was considered by Bridgette a passionate reunion. She had so much zeal to give to him, she didn't want to stop. "John what... why... what are you..." He put a finger to her lips and crouched above her. His cock appeared like he craved more then only kissing. He stretched out his hand offering her to stand up and follow him. She took his hand, stood up, walked playfully back to the bedroom, leaving their clothes to lie on the floor in the main room. He began kissing her once again. Kissing her on the lips! He not only kissed there, but also kissed her ears, neck, and then went further down to other erogenous locations on her body. Kissing her sides, from the back and just below her underarms, he kissed slowly and went further down her sides. He kissed along the base of her back, stopping shortly at the small of her back, then back up the other side. He jaunted downwards to her full ass and kissed each cheek in a variety of spots, but each spot he would kiss that area many times before moving on. Finally, after doing that, he slid his hardened cock, which grew stiffer as he kissed her all over, through her network of outer flesh which governed the inner gardens inside of her gorgeous ass that he wanted to investigate with his cock. She elicited sounds, which to the naked ear, only meant all of it had turned her on! Her arms opened up wider as did ass cheek, notifying him that she wanted him badly! She wanted his cock. She wanted his passion. She wanted him and his body anywhere he so pleased to pursue her. "Ohhh my Godddd Johnnn... Ohhh my Goddd, I want you sweetheart! I want you! I want your cock all over me. I want you to slide that poisonous rattlesnake in me! Please honey, make love to me!" "Ohh Bridgette honey... thank you, thank you for saying that! I've wanted to do that for a while, but... but I wanted to hold off until... well until..." Without saying one more word, he began inching his way up her body as he straddled her on each side. He wanted to fuck her too! His goal was to make love and cum inside of her and make sure she orgasmed! That was his main goal, to make sure Bridgette was perfectly satisfied by allowing her to orgasm at proportionate magnitudes! Turning her on her back, he straddled her; he slipped his hard cock up between her tits first. Feeling them surrounding his cock brought an immense thrill to him. The potentially erupting sensation grew stronger. He wanted to just explode right there on her. He knew better. He backed off, as he noticed her facial expressions and lower body movement. She began 'humping' even without his cock inside. He slid backwards and got her up on all fours as she turned over again. From behind her, he had what believed to be a perfect vision, which was her beautiful ass staring him in his face! From there, he located her hole and slid his cock into a prematurely wet pussy. Bridgette was prepared; however, she didn't like the position as much and made it known. He understood, so they switched and she got comfortable as he entered her once again. Quickly his cock went deep into her Golden Well. She was already lubed up from being hornier then hell and he disappeared into a vaginal abyss! To him... and her, it was perfection. It was romantic perfection. He grew even more sexually excited. The mysterious shift of their liquefying forces did their final about face and began gathering at the collecting pools of eruption! Shifting in and out, as he attempted successfully to heighten the orgasm she awaited, she didn't just push back at him she actually thrust repeatedly into his incoming cock! Moans filled the air. Her screams cut through, in between their moaning, and grunts from both even filled other portions of the space surrounding the two. He began yelling, "Oh you are awesome, so awesome! I've missed us being together Bridge! I've... ohh I've... ohhh!" "Yess, honey... me too", she'd struggled to say as the two pitched their bodies at the other, banging away at one another. His pelvic section lifted up into the air as someone learning how to do a pushup the proper way. Not on his knees, he was positioned horizontally and appropriately down her gorgeous frame. His cock stayed warmly inside her hole. He positioned it exactly where it needed to be, against her clit. Continuing to slide against that point on her clit, he brought himself and more importantly her to orgasm at the same time. He worked hard at making sure he didn't do it prematurely. He wanted the timing to be perfect. It was and when she began rupturing, he knew it. Her hands collapsed on his back as she began digging in to push the energy within, out the one erogenous and explosive surroundings a woman could be treated to that evening! She screamed shouts of everlasting joy! She screamed out sexual satisfaction! He moaned and grunted as he cummed inside her while she orgasmed as if there was a thriving earthquake surrounding them! She pushed and pushed and he gushed and gushed out whatever they had. They erupted massively and these two massive 'combines' collected into one incredible sanctimonious pond with in her golden well. Her 'holding pond' of milky whites, which was released in an emotional rapture, would bring these two together now! She would overcome one last colossal ordeal prior to them staying together. She didn't know she had to, yet, but she would eventually. He would have to let go of the 'ordeal' Bridgette was to face, before they would be together forever! That ordeal would be Liz Pappenfuss, his old lover! Executive for Hire When she became full time at the end of '87 - '88, Pappenfuss took over as the senior class "Advanced Business Studies", a college preparatory class, as well as teaching the advanced level two-calculus class. Ms. Liz Henderson, as she was known back then, was a goddess to the young men! However, she knew she had to watch her step. She knew her boundaries. No way would she ever put anyone in a predicament or so she thought. Not until Hawkins of course, but he was legally an adult. Regardless, what happened was improper and against all regulations. As sharp and intelligent as she was, she knew the boundaries. She never intended for anything ever to happen, but she had weaknesses, just as anyone else might possess. A woman is a woman and a 'man' is a man, despite various factors. Liz Henderson allowed herself to fall into the "Well of Pleasure". She accidentally seduced a young adult male who was a student that she tutored in his senior year so he could finish out his playing days on the high school football team. John Hawkins was a brilliant young man who didn't apply himself early on and began getting lower grades in school in the fall and winter of '88. Ms. Henderson was there to catch him in her net. He fell gracefully and she mended him up... and more. An affair began and he literally got the better of two worlds. With his charm, she was innocently seduced by him. That was her mistake. But due to her assistance, he received a scholarship to a mid-level college for four years of football. He also got the most that Ms. Henderson could give of herself to anyone in the whole world, intimately! She romanced him and it came from her heart... and elsewhere! She never deceived him throughout their relationship. Ms. Henderson was a sexy woman with amazing features, which he found hypnotizing as a young man! She had eyes and other facial features that always caught him off guard. Coupled with a mesmerizing figure and wholesome tits, she fancied him and exposed her cleavage she knew he would greatly appreciate... and desire as a young man. At the same time, she only wanted his company. She never expected anything intimate! She was every male students dream wrapped up in inexpensive outfits back then. What lie underneath, her students only fantasized about back then. Only one, John Hawkins, found out how delicious she was actually! Bridgette Thompson spoke up and got the audience's attention. She was about to give out name of their 'savior'. After she would announce the name, the whole centre would erupt and balk at the idea. Many prepared to get up and leave. There was a knight in the room to assist. That 'knight' backed up Ms. Thompson and her announced solution. Hawkins' memories brought on his support. These were great, incredible, and inexplicable memories of a woman who brought on the backing to support Bridgette's solution. It was the right solution and he knew it was a great idea! She had no idea that he and Liz Pappenfuss had a history. She didn't know they were linked romantically or intimately a long, long time ago. The last time Hawkins and Pappenfuss communicated was two and half years ago. It was an extremely cordial phone conversation with innuendos being thrown out by both. Laughing and hints were suggested throughout their phone conversation. "Ladies, gentleman, and directors, I am suggesting... as she paused, I am suggesting that we approach Elizabeth Pap... and the crowd interrupted right there in opposition. They knew her. They knew the woman quite well. They had heard many, many stories about her! "Nooo... No wayyy! Nooo Howww!" The audience was against this idea totally! They screamed and again balked. John Hawkins, looking down at the floor, then began standing up. He took one-step forward, then another step forward. Slowly walking towards the podium, he looked out towards the raucous crowd. Coming up to the podium, Bridgette had turned around and was visibly frustrated. "It's okay Bridge. It is going to be fine. She is a perfect choice. She is the perfect solution. Wait and see, okay; this is going to work out. Trust me Bridge, trust me!" He smiled as he put his hand on her lower back. Then he slid it a little farther south over her butt. No one at the table could see him do it as he was standing right behind her. Quickly, her head turned around. She smiled and he pulled his hand off her ass. "Hawk, you still like playing' around, don't you? Umm, would you like some of my umm, 'bare facts' later on?" She smiled and winked at him, covering up the microphone during that time. "Is tonight too soon Bridge?" Whispering, she said, "Nope not at all, not a bit. We need to get reacquainted anyways honey; it's been way too long hasn't it?" The crowd was just about to disperse, when he saw them filing out of the rows. "Let's talk later, okay? I promise we'll do something, all right?" She nodded yes. "EVERYONE, EVERYONE... he boomed out to catch the shareholder's attention. IT SOUNDS LUDICROUS, I KNOW... and his voice softened back to his regular tone. He caught their attention. They stopped in mid exodus before anyone actually left. You all know me pretty well, if not personally, isn't that true?" There was a low murmur, "Yes... yes, some were overheard saying back. I suppose", others said. They had turned around standing everywhere. A couple that had initially left, walked back in. "What Ms. Thompson has proposed isn't out of the question. I never brought it up, but I did think about that option privately a few times. I couldn't talk it over with anyone due to a couple of reasons. There are reason's I didn't bring her up before, but they are not important now." Bridgette was curious as hell. "What didn't he or why hasn't he suggested her then", she mused. Her eyes reflected her curiosity. She wanted to know, as a shareholder, why not. Whispering behind Hawkins, she asked, "Why not Hawk?" Turning around, "I can't tell you why. That's all I'm going to say Bridge." He went on to support her idea. He knew Liz Pappenfuss extremely well. He knew how she got things done. He knew she was a superior communicator. She was an even better manipulator with a wonderful sense about people. She had one other asset. She was as attractive as a mature woman could get. She used those tools, so to speak, to her advantage! Bridgette didn't know that part of her. Hawkins knew about her tools though and he knew those tools extremely well! Hawkins spoke further and explained all the possibilities, which would be afforded the company with approaching her. Secretly he would contact her, but he would tell her a committee would come to her and propose hiring her on to assist in reorganization and restructuring the company. After about 35 minutes more, the meeting was adjourned with a proposed next meeting set. This would give Hawkins ample time to approach his former lover. This would give them time to go over details and become 'newly' acquainted again, which really wasn't the case, since they knew one another intimately in one respect. After it concluded, Bridgette and Hawkins walked off stage. Many approached them; however, he said he would discuss it with them at another time. He wanted to step away and talk to her. Finding a hideaway, the two slipped into the darkness and talked privately. Before words came out of their mouths, the two became heavily embroiled with kissing one another. His hands didn't grasp her in the usual places one would think they should. As typical for him, he slid both hands upwards, underneath her skirt and along her smooth legs and lines. Feeling his always soft gentle hands underneath her skirt and rummaging about on the back of her legs, they slowly crept towards her frontal area and the inner portions of her thighs, she'd slightly spread them out for him to proceed as he pleased! She wanted his hands to go even further then that, as she wanted him to commence what she tried to do earlier. He wasn't going that far, at least not there. He gave her a keycard to an executive's room, which had all the amenities of a five star hotel, plus more. She looked at it, looked up at him and was about to ask him, but then remembered their conversation earlier in the meeting. He told her to go on up with it. With the card, she had full security access. He headed off to finish up. While she headed towards the room, he called to the front security desk to notify them she was heading to his room. He would be in soon. Then he called his room leaving a long message with some suggestions. She took the card and headed towards the security area. They pleasantly guided her to the private elevators. She was escorted up to that private floor, let out and she went into Hawkins private suite. She sat down and looked out to the panorama overlooking the city lights. It had a sense of excitement and romance mixed together. She heard the beeping sound as she jumped from the couch, went to the phone, and listened to the man's voice. She smiled while she listened to his words. He always had a gentle smooth sounding voice. His words sounded relaxing to her. His voice was confidently reassuring! Anyone felt comfortable when with this man. He was a respectful, desirable, handsome man with a historical penchant for foreplay. It was his specialty. He always prided himself on foreplay. She didn't know that though as they hadn't been together for so many years. She opened a bottle of wine from a small chilled cellar as suggested. This was something extra not found in your five star hotels. She opened it, brought out two glasses, poured herself one and him also but put his on the table in front of the couch. She added a little music to relax the post-meeting atmosphere. It worked for her well. He would be a little over 20minutes. He called Liz Pappenfuss in the meantime. "Ms. Henderson, he said in a cute tone of voice, how are you? Of course, you know it's your favorite pupil in the whole world! Of course, I'm not here for any personal tutoring, however this company is heavily in favor of hiring you away from whatever you are involved in now and saving its ass. Speaking of asses, umm... how is that sweet, sexy... and of course, fine pear shaped ass? Speaking of asses, my ass and I are available lately, so if you have any interest..." He continued, "Otherwise, I'd understand if you aren't, but you and I can talk later on that subject matter. Give me a call honey, it really is important and I know you are already aware of that too, okay?" He forwarded the voice mail, shut off his phone as he headed for his room. "Now, he said to himself, I wanna focus on Bridgette. She's in a fine, fine mood and that's good."