6 comments/ 53024 views/ 9 favorites Gwendolyn's Quiet Confession By: ronde "Well, shit, this meeting's gone to hell in a hurry," I thought as I listened to the wise-assed young buyer in the Bandorette Corporation conference room. He was about twenty five, and was known to the sales department in my company as the "Pink Prick"; "Pink" referred to the pasty complexion under the thin, wispy beard he wore to hide it, and "Prick" for his treatment of suppliers. He was short, soft, and overweight and wore his position like he wore his custom made suits, well fitted, and comfortably, and reveled in his power to send me back to re-quote this job. The little asshole knew I couldn't give him what he was asking for, at least not if my company was going to stay in business, and he also knew I couldn't just tell him to get fucked and then leave the meeting. I'm forty-five, and I was designing my company's products when he was still sucking his mother's tit; now this babyfaced kid was telling me that our designs were not technologically competitive, and not commercially priced. He smiled sadistically as he made me endure his tirade for another half-hour, and then ended the meeting. He and I were alone by the time I had finished packing my briefcase, and he closed the door to the conference room. "If you want this business, you'll have to play my game. I'm not going to let some dumb-shit supplier keep me from meeting my cost targets; if you won't do this, there are other companies who will, so don't fuck around with me. Of course, if your company could... shall we say, show it's gratitude for my award of business, I could maybe meet my goals in another way. Come back on Monday, and we'll talk." A couple of drinks on the plane home did little to relieve my anger, and walking into the empty house did less. Since Pat left, the house had been only a place to sleep, and tonight, I didn't feel tired enough to sleep in the king-sized bed alone. I also hadn't gotten over her enough to find anyone else to share the king. I was still pretty fit at five ten and a hundred and sixty pounds, but I was finding it hard to fit my silvering hair and the crow's feet at my eyes back into the dating scene. All the women I knew were married or attached anyway. I finally sacked out on the couch to an old western, and didn't wake until morning. It was Friday, and I had to think of some way to convince the Prick that Blandorette needed my products as much as we needed their order. I walked into the building about eight, and went to Harry's office to explain what had happened. As I expected, Harry fumed when I told him the "Prick's" cost targets, and blew up when I told him about the request for a payoff. "Hell, no, we're not going to pay off the little son of a bitch. Fuck him. If we do, he'll just ask for more on the next program. See what you can do with our design and cost, and get it ready for Monday. If we give him something, even a percent or two, maybe we have a chance." I walked back to my office, hoping that next week this door would still say "Cliff Marston, VP Technical Sales", and asked Gwendolyn to come in. Gwendolyn Shaeffer was my assistant. She had worked in accounting, processing credits, until about six months ago, when my former assistant decided to get herself pregnant and quit. Gwendolyn asked for the job, as soon as she knew it was open, and she interviewed really well. I had her transferred to my department, and she immediately went to work correcting all the accounting errors that marketing made, and to taking care of all the financial analysis we had to do. Gwendolyn was a very different girl, but I liked her for her little quirks. That day, she was dressed in baggy pants and a loose, heavy sweater that made her hips look a little wide but otherwise effectively hid any figure she might have had. Her brown hair was long, but slicked back tightly and rolled up in a bun, and the black rimmed glasses did nothing for her face. Some makeup probably would have helped, but Gwendolyn seemed to prefer the natural look, and her pale nose shined up at me as we talked. She was, all in all, just another plain woman in her late twenties, but she knew everything about costing, and I respected her skills and hard work. I also liked her attitude of "take me as I am, and don't try to change me". I had grown to like her as a person, too. She was always mature and intelligent, but could be witty and humorous when the time was right. We had become accustomed to working together in the last six months, and sometimes it seemed like she knew what I needed before I did. "Well, Gwendolyn, we'll probably have to work the weekend to finish what I have on my plate for Monday. Is that going to be a problem for you?" "No, not really, sir. I don't have any plans, so it's all right. What are we going to be doing?" "Well, we have to figure out design modifications and a pricing strategy that will please Blandorette, and hopefully allow us to make some money in the process. I can handle the engineering stuff; I need you to do the financials, and get the presentation ready." By about noon, I had begun to appreciate Gwendolyn's skills even more. She had revised my costing detail, finding a couple of errors in the process, and the proposal was looking more favorable. By the end of the day, we had a real start, and the design changes I was proposing would help more. "Will you be needing me tomorrow, sir?" she asked as we finished for the night. "Yes, and probably Sunday also. We're getting there, but we still have a lot to figure out, and I have to leave Sunday night." "That's fine; I'll see you tomorrow then." Working all day Saturday didn't get us finished, and on Sunday, Gwendolyn discovered some component costs that didn't look right. "Damnit, we can't get new costs until tomorrow, and the meeting's tomorrow afternoon. Gwendolyn, you'll have bring your laptop and come with me. We'll call Monday morning from the hotel, get the new costs, and update the proposal there. Plan on spending Monday night, also, because we'll be done too late to catch a flight back. Can you call and make reservations for yourself while I finish up here?" We caught a cab and made a mad dash to the airport, and by seven that night, we were in the air. We checked into the hotel at ten, and agreed to meet at seven for breakfast. After breakfast, we went to my room, and started calling component suppliers. As they called back with new costs, Gwendolyn changed our proposal, and by noon, we were done. It didn't look as good as I had hoped, but the costs were significantly lower than before, and I was sure some of our designs were better than our competitor's. After a stop at a quickie printing service, we made it to the meeting with fifteen minutes to spare. I made the presentation while Gwendolyn flipped the charts. I wished we had had time to talk about her dress, because, although she wore the so-called business casual attire, she still looked like her normal sloppy casual, and I could see the Prick staring at her from time to time. I finished the presentation and asked the Prick for his comments. "I can see you've put in a lot or work on this, but it's still not going to be enough. If you remember our conversation last week, I said I will meet my goals... one way or another. Apparently you didn't understand what I meant." I felt the back of my neck get hot as I instantly came to the boiling point, and knew if I didn't get out for a while, I was going to blow. "Would you excuse me for a moment. I, ah, have to take a walk. Gwendolyn, why don't you go over the financials with him again. Maybe we missed something in our presentation." I walked out, went to the men's room, and talked to myself for a full five minutes before I cooled off. I splashed some water on my face, just to finish the job, and walked back to the conference room. I had decided to tell him that it was apparent we would never get this order on a profitable basis, thank him for his time, and get the hell out. When I opened the door, I forgot all about my speech. He was bending over Gwendolyn, and she was pushing her hands against his chest, and saying, "No, I can't do that. Please stop." He said "What the hell do you mean, you can't?" just about the same time I yanked his fat, pasty ass off her. I was boiling mad again, and this time I wasn't going to let this asshole get the better of me. "I want to talk to your manager, and I mean NOW!. If you can't arrange that, I want to talk to the Personnel Director. You're not going to get away with doing this to one of my employees. Now get him in here, asshole." There was fear in his eyes and sweat in his thin beard as he made a quick call, and his manager soon entered the room. "What seems to be the trouble here?", he asked. I started to speak, but Gwendolyn cut me off. "This man asked me to go out with him tonight, and wouldn't take no for an answer." "Well, that hardly seems like a major problem to me. Maybe he just misunderstood -" "He said if I sucked his cock, he would give us the order we've been trying to get. That's a big problem for me, buster, and it's also against the law. I'm going to sue him, you, and your company for this." The Prick's manager turned pale as Gwendolyn stormed out the door, and I quickly followed. I caught up with her at the rental car. "Gwendolyn, I'm sorry this had to happen. I should have warned you, the guy's a total jerk." "It's all right; nothing happened, and he's in big trouble now. Maybe we won't have to deal with him anymore. Guess I screwed up the account though, didn't I?" "Doesn't matter, we would have lost it anyway. He was really fishing for a payoff, not a lower cost. Let's head back to the hotel and try to forget about this." We ate dinner in the hotel restaurant, and then relaxed a while in the bar, me drinking my manhattan, and she a rum punch. Gwendolyn didn't talk much; she seemed preoccupied with something - the Pink Prick's advance, I assumed. When I asked her if she wanted a second drink, she said, "No thank you, sir, I'll just be going up to bed now." We agreed on breakfast, and as she walked away, I ordered a second manhattan. The bourbon was smooth, and helped wash away some of the anger I felt, but I stopped at two. Hangovers get worse as you get older, and I didn't need one now, on top of everything else. I paid the check, and went up to bed. I stepped into my room and turned on the light, or rather, made the attempt. The light switch didn't work. I tried the bath light. Again, either the switch was bad, or the light was burnt out. I stumbled through the room to the bed and tried the lamp. No light. I cursed, "Goddammed cheap ass hotel -" "Shhhhh." A cool, slender fingertip pressed against my lips as an arm came out of the dark and wrapped around my waist, scaring the hell out of me. "ARGH." "Shhhhh." This time full lips found mine, and the other arm slipped around my neck. The kiss was wonderfully wet, and awakened feelings I'd kept hidden since Pat. I wasn't sure I wanted this, not so soon. "Miss, I'm afraid you have the wrong room. I don't know how you got in here, but you have to leave, right now." A soft voice whispered in my ear, the hot breath sending chilling tingles from my neck to my cock. "I don't have the wrong room, sir. You need this, and I need you, so just be quiet and enjoy." The arms released me, and momentarily a match flared. I saw a female form in silhouette against the wall as a candle flamed to life. The silhouette walked around the bed, and soon another candle sputtered, then flickered it's dancing light into the darkness. The silhouette walked back to me, and I could just make out the filmy negligee hugging her very female curves. Gwendolyn... is that you?" The arms circled my neck, and drew me to her open mouth. As the lucious lips nibbled at mine, and the wet tongue teased it's way to find mine, I tried to talk again. Gwendolyn, we can't -" "Shhhh." There was a long pause, and then the whisper was on my neck again. "Please call me Gwen, just for tonight, sir." Before I could reply, the warm lips found me again, and with gentle sucking kisses, took away my last bit of resistance. Small, graceful hands pressed against my chest, then rubbed, then snaked around my neck again, holding me to her face. The lips kissed to my jaw, down to my chin, and then began slow, nibbling, kisses on my neck. My arms reached out to hold her against me, gently, as if she were a fragile, glass sculpture. I felt lush curves under the thin nylon, and stroked from the slender shoulders to the swell of her hips. A tiny moan formed against my neck, and then slipped out, almost unheard, as a hot rush of breath turned my neck to a mass of tingling nerves. "Oh, Cliff, I've wanted this for so long." She kissed me again as her slender fingers carefully undid the buttons of my shirt, pulled it from my pants, and stripped it over my shoulders. Her soft lips dropped to my chest and kissed down to my right nipple. The lips closed gently over it, and kissed softly. Her lips then moved to the left, and kissed that nipple, gently closing on it, and then kissing again. The feeling was not one I'm used to, and generated a shiver down my spine that shot immediately to my crotch. She laid her head on my shoulder as she embraced me, and her long soft hair blanketed my chest. I smelled strawberries as the sweet scent wafted from the fine, brown, tresses. Her hands fumbled with my belt buckle, then figured it out, and as the change in my pocket jingled, my slacks fell around my shoes. The soft, searching hands slipped down my belly, the nails gently raking through the coarse hair, and touched my cock through my cotton shorts. The hands made a tentative stroke, and then rubbed my length as she crushed her body against mine. Her soft breasts pressed into my chest as she kissed and nibbled my neck again, and the silky nylon separating us felt exquisitely cool and slippery as her body rubbed against me. I felt her small thumbs hook the waistband of my shorts, and slip them down over my hard cock. She let them go, and they joined the pile at my feet. Her nails raked their way back up my thighs, sending little chills ahead of them, and when she encircled my erect member with her slim hand, a low groan forced it's way through my lips. She lead me, shuffling because of the pants at my ankles, to the bed, laid back, and stretched out her small body in the yellow glow of the candles. The negligee was deep purple, and the panels that covered her breasts and mound gleamed the shimmering texture of satin. The rest of the gown was transparent, and her smooth body glowed through in the weak, flickering light, the soft shoulders, fragile and sensitive, the narrow waist and soft belly giving way to sensuous, lush hips that were made for loving. Legs long in proportion to her stature were smooth and pale white; she had the round thighs that I adore on women, and slender calves that ended in small feet with painted nails. I should have undressed her at that moment, but my muscles never received the command. I was awestruck at the sight of her face. Expertly applied makeup had brought life and a sultry essence to the plain Gwen I had known. Her black glasses were gone, baring large, dark brown eyes with long, fluttering lashes, and their depths steamed with passion. Lipstick painted her lips the color of lust, and the sensual mouth smiled at me from the mattress. Gwen had transformed from a sloppy, plain looking girl into a passionate, sensual woman. Her arms reached out to me, and she whispered again. "Cliff, don't say anything. Just make love to me... please." I kicked off my shoes and socks, and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking like a teenage boy on his first date. I leaned to kiss her waiting, parted lips, and stroked her soft shoulder. I let my hand slide down the satin to her breast, and squeezed gently, feeling the soft mound yield to my touch, only to swell away from the grasp to rise elsewhere. Gwen purred, quietly, and kissed back softly. I discovered the tie strings on the front of the gown, and pulled; the front of the gown fell away, and I slipped it to her shoulders. As I raised to look at her, Gwen shrugged off the filmy garment, rolled to her side, and tossed it away. She rolled back to face me, and I stopped breathing as my eyes devoured the enchanting sight. Her breasts were average, I suppose, but stood proudly from her chest, and the large nipples were dark, erect, wrinkled nubbins begging to be touched. Her smooth belly was accented by a tiny patch of dark brown silk, and her lips were visible through the fine down. She beckoned, and I stretched out beside her, took her in my arms and crushed her against me. I couldn't feel enough of her at once; my hands fondled her breasts, now her hips, now the slim waist, and finally came back to her breasts. She held my neck and pulled me to her, her lips devouring mine in passion, and her tongue made me tingle as it searched every part of my mouth. I broke her kiss, and moved to her ripe breast, nuzzling the side as I kissed, then nibbling circles around the nipple on the soft, bumpy skin of her aureole, and it puckered at my caress. I touched the hard nipple with my tongue, eliciting a moan, and then closed my lips around it, savoring the sweet taste and exotic texture of her. She moaned again, and plunged her hand between us, searching for and finding my hard cock. Her hand slipped down to cradle my balls, the fingers explored each one and the sack with soft, gentle movements that were heaven, then circled the base of my member and squeezed gently. God, this woman was full of passion. It felt like I would cum with only a few strokes, and she seemed to sense this, as she only touched, not stroking my length, or rubbing, but just touching to maintain my arousal at a fever level. I kissed the other breast and marveled at her smooth skin as my hand caressed her from breast to belly, stopping for a moment to stroke the tiny, furry mound before slipping between her soft thighs. Her thighs instantly parted, and her sigh spoke of desire and lust. As I stroked her soft, swelling lips, she opened herself more, and I felt her hand on mine, urging my fingers inside her, urging me to enter her warm, wet passage. As my finger slipped in, she cried a small cry of ecstasy, and lifted her hips to meet my hand. I felt the oily wetness coating her thick inner lips, and as I slipped my finger out, the beautiful petals came with it, clasping my finger in a passive embrace. They were beautiful, engorged, and pink, and formed a portal to her sex that invited me in. I nibbled on her nipple as I slipped back inside the soft, wet lips, stroking their length, and finding her large clit extended from it's hood, I gently rubbed around it in slow circles. Her soft fingers tightened on my cock, then started to slowly slip up my length to the head. She tickled the underside, then squeezed softly, and slipped down again, her soft hand stretching the skin and making me thrust against her. I rubbed across the tip of her clit, she arched off the bed and whimpered a moan, and as I caressed it again, she cried out. "Oh, Cliff, yesssssss... Oh, God, yessssssss." She was stroking my cock quickly now, squeezing gently and pulling the skin up and down. She pulled my face to hers, and kissed me deeply, the feel of her kiss soon melding with the soft music of her "ahhh's" and "ummmm's" buzzing through my head. The feel of her, the sound of her passion, and her caresses overpowered my senses, and I began thrusting into her hand, unconscious of the movement but very conscious of the feeling. My low groan slipped into her mouth and was answered by her own soft "ummmm". Her hips bucked against my touch, and she broke the kiss to whisper urgently between the panting of her breath. Gwendolyn's Quiet Confession "Cliff, I need you... ahhuhahhuhah... need you... ah... now... ahhuhahhuhah... put it in... ahhuhahhuhah... oh, God... please make love to me." Gwen pulled me on top of her and spread her thighs wide to open the way. The head of my cock searched for her entrance, and was captured by small fingers that guided it to the soft, swollen, extended lips. Her passage was so wet that I slid in all the way, and then stopped to keep myself from cumming on the first stroke. Fighting to regain control, I slowly slipped out of her, then back in, finding a rhythm that almost, but not quite sent me over the edge. Gwen was writhing beneath me, trying to push herself up my cock on each stroke, and when she succeeded, I felt her cervix pushing against me. The feeling was electric, as were the soft cries she uttered at each stroke. Her hands felt for and found her own nipples, and began tugging and rolling them in unison with our coupling. Her cries became louder, and one slender hand slipped between us to caress her clit. The feeling of her fingers there, fluttering and caressing, tipped me over the edge of control, and I increased the speed and force of my penetration. Gwen answered in kind, and her cries became low, animal sounds of intense passion. I felt her body slightly quiver, then grow tense and slowly raise off the bed. She impaled herself as deeply as I could reach, and remained arched against me for a few seconds before she gasped, cried out, and shuddered uncontrollably. Her shudder caused her passage to ripple against my cock, and my world exploded into a blaze of color and screeching sound and cum spurting into her belly. She fell back to the mattress, then arched again, the spasm driving me into her deeply, and as she shuddered and cried out again, I pumped my seed against the mouth of her womb. Gwen fell back, cried out, and pushed up again, this time lifting me slightly, and stayed poised this way. I could do nothing but push into her, and as I spurted again, she shrieked, shook, and then began thrusting herself over me and moaning. "um, um, um, um, umh..umh..umh... umh... umh... ummmmmmmmm." Gwen pulled me to her as I started to slip out, her whisper softly pleading, "no", and held me tightly as her passage rippled over my cock. Her panting breath began to slow, and she stared at me through passion inflamed eyes; she just stared, and didn't say a word. As my softening cock began to slip out of her, she smiled, and tried to push herself back over it, but when I inevitably fell out of her wet, clasping passage, she pulled my lips to hers and kissed me deeply. I started to lift myself off her, but another whispered "no", and a deep kiss stopped me. Her dark eyes continued to stare into mine, and I saw unbelievable passion in their infinite depth. I kissed her again, and gently stroked her sort flanks and hips. After a few minutes, I tried to raise again, and this time, she allowed it. I rolled onto my back, exhausted but still feeling the pleasure of our coupling, and she snuggled up beside me, and placed her head in the crook of my arm. I started to speak, but the slender finger again pressed against my lips. "Shhhhh. Not tonight." I felt different, somehow; I wanted to hold this fragile woman, to protect her, to have her with me always. God, this was stupid, like the fantasies of a teenager made more ridiculous by my age. She couldn't want a man as old as me for her life partner, so why this thing tonight, and why didn't she want to talk? I fell asleep with Gwen's soft body snuggled to mine, and her beautiful face nestled against my chest. I woke, in the same position, to find those dark eyes staring at me again. "Gwen, what was that all -" She interrupted me, and tears streaked the mascara around her dark eyes as she started to speak rapidly. "Cliff, I've liked you since I first saw you, three years ago. You always said hello in the morning, and talked to me as a friend, not as a manager, and not as a guy trying to pick me up. When you got divorced, I saw the sorrow in your face, but you never let it affect how you talked and joked with me. I waited and waited for a chance to work with you, and when it finally came along, I found out working with you was even better. The last six months, I've learned about you, how you think, what you like and don't like, and I discovered I'm in love you. I didn't mean for it to happen; I didn't try to make it happen; one day, it just did, and I've been in agony since, because I didn't have the courage to tell you, and I couldn't tell if you felt anything for me. I've tried to make the feelings go away, tried to stop loving you, tried to make the agony stop, but I can't. This weekend, when you asked me to come with you, I knew I had to try to tell you how I feel, but I didn't know how to start. I'm not very good at talking to people, and I knew if I tried to explain, I'd just mess it all up. You'd think I was a little slut or something, and probably have me fired, or at least never speak to me again." As she paused to take a breath, I said, "Well, I doubt I would -" "Please... don't stop me. I've got to do this all at once; I'll never have the courage to start this again, and I have to tell you." "I decided the best way to tell you was by showing you, so that's what I did. I planned to get you to make love to me, and hoped you might feel something for me afterwards." She sobbed. "Oh, Cliff, now that I've held you, I don't think I can live without you. I'll do anything you want me to; I'll live with you, I'll be your mistress, I'll be anything to be with you." She sat, staring at me through her wet eyes, and I felt her small body shaking as she tried, unsuccessfully, to suppress her sobs. "Gwen, what about men your own age? If you only dressed a little better -" "I dress the way I do to keep other men away. I don't want anybody else; I only want you, don't you understand?" She stared at me, her beautiful face a complete mess of streaked, flushed cheeks and quivering lips, and then, with a harsh sob, she tried to wipe her eyes and shook her head. "Oh, damn, damn, damn, see, I've messed it all up." She pushed her face onto my shoulder and I felt tears wetting my chest as her whimpering little sobs shook us both. I never know what to do when a woman cries. I just held her for a while, and then stroked her damp cheek. As she blinked away the tears and looked at me, I kissed her. Her eyes closed and she embraced me as she softly kissed back. I held her for a few more minutes while I tried to make sense of all this. This was silly. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I should just ask her to leave, tell her I would forget about last night, and go home... but I couldn't. I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be all right. I wanted to tell her that I did have feelings for her, feelings she had awakened last night. I wanted to tell her that I realized why I liked working with her, and why we worked together so well. I wanted to tell her I loved her. God, that sounded corny, but it had just hit me, all at once, that Gwen could never be just my assistant again. "You didn't mess this up, Gwen; last night was exquisite. I never dreamed I could experience this again with anyone, and I do feel something for you; I don't know if it's love. I don't know if I know what love is anymore, but last night, I realized you've become very special to me. I thought it was just because we work so closely together, but when you snuggled up to me, after we made love, I realized you felt right being beside me. I don't mean just nice, or sexy. It felt like you belonged there, like you have always been there... and always should be there. Gwen, I want you to always be there. If that's love, then I -" "Shhhh, don't say it yet. I don't want you to say it today, or tomorrow. I don't want you to say it until you know for sure. I can't bear to hear it and then have you change your mind. If you decide you do want me, I'll be yours any way you want. If you decide you don't... , then I will have last night, forever." "Gwen, I don't have to think anymore. I've wasted too much time already, loving you but not knowing it. I was too blind to see the way I love the things you do, the way I love how you care for me, the way you always seem to know what I want and need, and even the way I love your silly clothes. You didn't make me realize that when we made love. It was afterward, when I lay thinking, with your head on my shoulder, that I realized all this. Gwen, I love you, and I want to be with you, forever." "Shhhh, enough of that, for now. I need you, again." Gwen hooked her soft thigh over my legs and pulled herself on top of me. She let her full weight settle, and put her arms around my neck. Her soft lips were smiling, now, and her eyes were smiling at me, too, as she lowered her face to mine and kissed me. This woman was a wonder, her lips kissing me with such passion, and her soft, lush body pressing into mine. Her breasts felt marvelous mashed flat against my chest, and her thighs cradled my legs in a satin embrace that would have seduced a priest. I could not keep my hands off her body, and I didn't want to. My fingertips rejoiced as they touched her slender back, slipped to her narrow waist, and finally cupped her hips, her sensuous hips, twin mounds of sensual pleasure, firm yet soft, the skin like velvet under my touch. I squeezed gently, then separated the twin cheeks, and then felt the satin texture of the skin between them. I gently rubbed the smooth skin all the way back to her shoulders, and caressed there, loving the feeling in my fingers and palms. As my hands slipped down to caress her sides, they met the soft swell of her breasts where they lay flattened between us. A soft caress, then another, and Gwen sighed a long exhalation around my lips. She flattened herself tighter to me, and tucked her face into the side of my neck, nibbling and kissing and licking and sending electric shocks down my spine. My body was responding to hers just as it had last night. My shaft had risen and now pointed up between the cheeks of her beautiful butt. Gwen felt me, and started lifting and lowering her hips, rubbing her sex over the head of my cock. I felt her warm wetness as her lips separated slightly and caressed my shaft. Gwen then pulled her knees under her, and lifted her hips, letting my erection up to lie on my stomach. She lowered herself, and her swollen lips straddled the underside of my member. Gwen slipped back and forth over my length, exciting me with the rippling feel of her inner lips as they spread her nectar over me, and exciting herself by pushing her clit into me when her position was right. Her breasts became warm against my chest, and I could feel her nipples hardening and rubbing and poking as she stroked against me. I groaned at the velvet touch of her sex on me, and she answered with a whispered plea. "Cliff, I'm ready for you. Oh, God am I ready. Let me do this... please, let me do this." She raised her hips above me and I felt her slender arm reach between us and position my cock at her entrance. She began lowering herself and rocking her hips until the head slid through the silky brown down and between her warm lips. She moaned at the pressure on her entrance, and shivered as she pushed down more. My cock slipped inside her passage, and she thrust herself down into my lap, driving me into her. "Huhahuhahuh." The quick panting breath against my neck and chest caused an involuntary thrust and I drove myself deeper into her. "Oh Cliff, that feels wonderful. Ummmmmm." Gwen started riding my cock, picking the pace that pleased her body most. She used only her hips to rock herself up and down, and the rocking motion not only rubbed her little erect button, but also caused intense contact on the underneath of my cock. This was not going to last long at this rate. "Gwen, honey, slow down. I can't take this much longer, and I want us to make it together." "Don't worry, we are going to make it together." Gwen raised slightly, pulled my hand to her breast, and positioned it on her nipple. "Squeeze gently now, and then harder." I gently pinched the nipple, and Gwen bucked into me and moaned a low moan. I rolled the nipple between my fingertips, and she cried out and increased her speed. Her passage was clasping me and ripples shook her belly, as she rode up and down. I could feel myself building to my release, and rolled the nipple again. "Ah,ah,ah... ahuhahuhahuh... mmm..mmm... mmm... ahuhahuhahuh... yes... close... ahuhahuhahuh... close now... now... now... " I didn't hear her after that. My body became the only thing of which I was aware. The feeling of her, the weight of her, and the tension in her body as she climbed to her peak, triggered the switch to release my passion. I groaned and thrust deep into her as she stroked down, and released my seed in a flood of tingles and shuddering jerks. As I relaxed from the thrust, I heard her cry, "Now, oh Cliff, now, now, now," and her body shook as her hips rapidly rocked back and forth. The quick, rubbing sensation only heightened my pleasure as I thrust into her again, and felt the sperm racing through my cock to splash against her womb. We collapsed against each other, and I hugged her to me as our bodies both made the little thrusting motions that come with the ebb of intense sexual release. We lay there, together, in total bliss until I slipped from her inner embrace. She whispered in my ear. "Now you probably do think I'm a little slut, jumping on you, and then making it so fast." "Gwen, you're a fantastic woman. I'd love you even if you forced me to do this eight or ten times a day." She laughed, the first time I'd ever heard the soft melody of her happiness. I loved that too. "Gwen, I love you, and I want to love you forever, but I can't understand why you want me; I'm old enough to be your father, and I'm amazed that such a beautiful, twenty eight year old woman could be in love with a man like me." "My records say twenty eight, but I'm really twenty three." "How can you be twenty three? I know you have an accounting degree, and you've worked for us for three years. Twenty three isn't old enough to accomplish all that." "It's a curse really, being smart, that is. I went to a highschool for gifted students, graduated when I was sixteen, and then entered college in another special program. I don't just have a degree in accounting, Cliff; I passed the CPA exam when I was twenty, and I also have an MBA. I thought I was really something, smart, educated, kinda pretty, too. The problem is, men don't like women who are smarter than themselves, so I don't tell people about the CPA and MBA anymore. If they know, they start treating me like some kind of geek. It hurt too much to meet someone, start to like them, and then have them break it off because they were afraid of my intelligence and education, so I started dressing to hide my body, stopped wearing makeup, and started being shy and quiet. My life was really rotten until I met you. After that, even though I knew you probably didn't even care if I existed, I loved you, and I could have you in my dreams. Now, well, I can't describe how I feel. It's more than I ever hoped for, and... oh, Cliff, I love you." She kissed me again, and again, and again, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my chin, my forehead. She looked at me and smiled, and then kissed me with her open mouth and searching tongue. I was beginning to respond again, much to my surprise, when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Yes, this is Cliff Marston." "Yes, I can be there in an hour." "Yes, I'll bring her with me." "Right, see you in an hour, then." "Cliff, what was that all about?" "Libbens, the Pr... that jerk's manager wants to see us in his office in an hour. We'd better hurry or we won't make it." The flight back home was much different than the flight up. Two different people now sat in the adjoining seats and held hands as the miles slipped effortlessly away. Two happy people sat sipping drinks. Two lovers talked easily in low tones so others wouldn't hear. "Do you believe it, Gwen! He gave us the account at our original price! And he fired the Pink Prick!" "Pink... Prick?" "Oh, yeah, you don't know about that. I'll explain it later, but he's the guy who made all this possible. Let's drink to the Pink Prick's demise." "One thing, though, why did he come on to you? I thought he was smart enough to know about the sexual harassment laws." "Well... Cliff... actually... he didn't exactly come on to me." "He didn't? But I heard you say... and then you told his manager he asked you to suck his -" "I told you, I'm very smart. I could tell what he was up to as soon as we started. He wanted us to give him a bribe, or kickback, or whatever they call it these days. I decided to offer him a bribe of my own, and waited for you to come back. When you walked in, I changed the terms of the proposal from giving him what he wanted to forcing him to give us what we wanted." Gwen giggled. "They teach you that stuff in MBA school. It's called a hostile takeover, and I did it quite well, judging by the reactions from you and his boss. Silly boy, he forgot to negotiate a golden parachute for himself, though. Guess he's going to go splat." Gwen giggled again, and I had to laugh with her. The people across the aisle looked at us kind of funny, but I didn't care. "Gwen?" "Yes, Sir?" "Why do you always call me sir, and how in the world did you ever get into my room last night?" "When you asked me to make my reservations, I told the hotel that I was your secretary, and you needed an adjoining room for your sister and her husband. They were happy to oblige, so I ended up in the adjoining room. While you were calling suppliers, I unlocked your side of the connecting door, and hoped you wouldn't check it. When I went upstairs, I just changed, opened my side and went in. I took out all the light bulbs, so you couldn't see me, at least not until I wanted you to." "And the sir part?" "After I knew I loved you, I knew I could never talk to you about it. I would have to show you, and I I needed a way for you to know who I was, without me telling you. I thought you might remember me if I always called you sir. I was so scared that you'd send me away, that I didn't dare talk. That's why I didn't let you talk, either; you would have expected an answer. Before, my voice would have been shaking, and after... well, I just couldn't say anything. For once in my life, I felt so warm, and loved, and needed. I'm sorry I deceived you, but I couldn't think of any other way." "Gwen, I love you so much." We didn't marry right away. Gwen still wanted me to be sure. It took another six months for her to believe me, but we made good use of the time. Gwen still retained her frowzy, plain appearance at work, and I played the part of her boss, but I don't think we really fooled anybody. I caught smiles from the other women, and laughing by the men from time to time. The day she showed up with my diamond on her finger, all the women hugged her and wiped tears from their eyes. The guys in the office kept winking at me, and telling me about ways "keep it up and keep her happy", along with some friendly offers to stand in if I needed a rest. I think even Harry knew, but he let her keep working for me even though it was against company policy. My sister first called me a child molester, then said I should act my own age, and finally kissed me on the cheek and wished me all the luck in the world. Sister's are like that with their brothers, and at the wedding, she hugged Gwen, and welcomed her to the family. Gwen quit working for me, after the wedding, and started her own CPA firm. She doing very well, working out of the office in our house, and has just hired another CPA to help. She's going to need the help; last night, I felt my daughter kick me through her mother's swollen belly for the first time, and soon Gwen won't be able to reach her keyboard. Gwendolyn's Quiet Confession As for me, well, I got a nice bonus for getting that order. Gwen and I never explained to Harry how we did it, and he's never asked. I don't think he really wants to know. The best thing I got from that trip was a second chance at life with Gwen. I still can't figure out why she wanted me, but I've decided that some things are not for mere mortals to understand, and I can live with that.