0 comments/ 25689 views/ 3 favorites The Summerhire By: manthing My life has been a series of almost but not quite since I have been thinking about it. Starting with high school where I ended up as salutatorian (a whole .017 points behind the valedictorian); to my day’s running track (seldom finishing first, but always second); to my higher education where I ended with diploma in hand and ranked third in my class; – always close, but never at the top. So it came as no surprise when I was finally offered a job with Hancock, Anderson, Olsen, and Associates that after 8 years, I was still the Associates part of the firm. True others had come and gone, but a couple had been elevated to junior partner over me. Always the same story – the managing partner would call me in to tell me the same story “Well Stan (my name for the record), you have been doing well, but Brock or Biff or whoever the hell, has been a little sharper so we have promoted him over you. No hard feeling – maybe next time. And keep up the hard work, we really appreciate it.” Yep, always the same, always right there just not the top – YET. The Friday staff meeting was normally the end of another long week and the regular folks hated them, even the upper half. But for those of us underlings, it was really bad. Those meetings normally told of the folks who were being promoted (or not) and any tid bits we could savior over the weekend. But the meeting held on June 2nd is the one I will keep in my memory for a long time. This particular meeting started as did all the rest with Mr. Hancock taking the floor with his normal rhetoric – “thanks for the hard work, we are looking good, yadda, yadda, yadda” and by the way, starting on Monday we will have a summer hire coming in. This is only a temp position and come September the position will be vacant. But if it works out well, we may think about having a temp position full time, as the need arises. So without further ado, I would like to introduce Samantha Thomas. Samantha, could you come in please?” Samantha came into the room and the light grew in intensity. Here was an absolute beauty of a woman. She stood five foot seven inches tall, was well dressed in a businesswoman’s attire and she had just the right amount of make-up. Her hair was strawberry blonde in color and fell gracefully framing her face. Accentuated by high cheekbones, lips that were full but not pouty, and eyes capable of melting an iceberg and of the brightest blue I had ever seen. Her smile was both disarming, and business like with a hint of curiosity or mischief. Her presence could be seen as well as felt. A hush came over the room as Mr. Hancock let his eyes roam over the beautiful woman standing before us. I glanced around the room quickly and saw I was not the only one taken by the woman before us. Most of the others were sitting with mouths ajar or outright lust all over the place. I must admit I had a scramble going on inside my slacks as well. Seldom does a woman command such attention, yet here Samantha stood, making us all wish we were younger so we might be attractive to her as well. Little hope for me, just the lowly associate, but I could dream. “Miss Thomas is here for the summer and will be returning to college for the fall semester. Her plans are to continue law school and specialize in civil actions and domestic problems. We wish to welcome you Miss Thomas. Stan could you show the lady to the seat next to you so she might join us for the meeting?” My mouth was dry as I rose from my chair and tried to smile toward her. Even being older by several years I was the one having difficulty with her being close to me. As she moved in my direction at the end of the table, I saw the first of her smiles that showed a genuine friendliness. Immediately the rumble could be heard from everyone else as to where she was sitting, but it was obviously the spot where she would be most likely to fit in. Watching her walk toward me I felt that familiar stirring again in my slacks and was thankful I had worn a newer pair of jockey shorts that morning. I felt the fiber being stretched and knew I would have been embarrassed if my arousal could be easily seen. Bad enough I knew it was there. My hand reached for hers as I pulled her chair out with my other hand. As soon as her hand touched mine I felt blood rush to my face. Her smile was one of reassurance as she gave it to me freely and glided into the chair I had provided. A polite ‘thank you’ was spoken and I heard her voice for the first time. As expected she was blessed with a wonderful voice as well. Samantha gasped her chair on the sides as if to pull it forward and it moved easily as I assisted from the back. Again her smile and soft ‘thank you’ was music to my ears. The meeting continued and I tried to stay focused on the subjects. This account, this case, that case, that situation, were all a dull buzz in my head. Every opportunity I got I found myself glancing toward Samantha. Well dressed to be sure, but still with so much to hide, not all could be concealed by her clothing. The skirt portion of her suit had moved upward and even with only mid thigh showing, the sight was very pleasing. As my eyes scanned over the material of the hose covering her legs and ended with the starting of the bottom hem I was in awe of her. The skin appeared so soft and smooth, yet firm, whether by youth or exercise or both I knew not. But the sight was stimulating as apparent by the small mound at my front. Comfort was not the issue as my member strained to rise. I found myself moving this way and that trying to gain some relief, but no use. Finally I gave up and decided to just move further under the table. Another mistake unfortunately. As I moved forward the bottom of the table was lower than thought and grabbed me causing the mound to grow upward. I was trapped with nowhere to go, so I sat, hoping Samantha would not look down. My eyes moved upward, fearing she was looking in my direction and hoping she was looking as well. Slowly my gaze traveled upward, over the bottom of her coat, up over the swell of her breasts, flashes of material showing between the buttons of her blouse, to her neck, so smooth and soft, to her face, without blemish or mark, and finally to her eyes. When I focused she was glancing downward at my lap and as if she knew I was looking her eyes darted upward to catch mine before I turned away. Blood rushed forward to my face and caused a sudden shrinking of my member, a good thing, but bad in that anyone looking in my direction would know something had embarrassed me. Hopefully no one would know just what. Finally I returned my eyes to her face and found she had an almost sympathetic look and concern written there. Immediately I felt better, this goddess had made me feel comfortable, even if we could never mention the situation again. The clock moved fast and slow at the same time. Meetings always move slowly, but the fact that I was next to the goddess made it move quicker. Then at 5:15 p.m. the meeting finally ended. I was about to speak to Samantha as a person and not as the guy at the end of the table when Mr. Hancock spoke up, “Miss Thomas, could I see you in my office for a moment to take care of a couple of personnel issues?” “Yes sir. I’ll be right there.” She turned and walked away and I watched as her movements caused all conversation to stop in her wake. Every eye in the room watched as she went by. Comments could be heard under the breath of many and nearly every male in the room completed obvious ‘adjustments’. When she disappeared through the double doors a combined ‘whew’ went up. Comments such as “you see that ass?” “What a rack!” and others bounced off the walls. Then there was the one that made me angry with others, and myself “Hey Stan, get a good whiff and cheap feel from down there? Makes me wish I were just an associate again.” The last comment came from Doug, a junior partner who had been promoted ahead of me. I left for my little office and gathered my things up. Just then I saw the Anderson file on my desk with a note for some research to be done. Needed ASAP (aren’t they all?), so I put my things down and went to the library to get the materials for the case. Not much to do, but then again it was my job and one I did very well. Within 45 minutes I had the items together and went for the door once more. Walking down the hall to the elevator I heard the faint clicks of a ladies pair of shoes. I turned the corner and saw Samantha walking toward me. Still the picture of professionalism, but a bit different. As we drew nearer it was obvious she was upset. Then at the elevator she paused and looked toward me, a smile coming to her face as easy as rain falling from the sky. But the smile could not over shadow the redness of her eyes. She had been crying. I wanted to take her in my arms and comfort her but knew she would be made to feel even more uncomfortable. Instead I waited for her to speak. Finally she did. “Guess you are wondering why my eyes are red, right?” “Actually Ms Thomas, it is none of my business, but since you mention it, yes, I am wondering why such an attractive woman appears to have been crying on her first day at work.” “Well, first off, please call me Sam. Second I just got off the phone with my ex-boyfriend, Stephen. He told me it was the biggest mistake I had ever made to leave him and he would see to it that everyone at my new job knew just what type of woman I was. That he would even call the CEO and tell him I was nothing but a cheap whore that relied on my looks and talents ‘out of the office’ to get me where I wished to be.” I could tell she was really upset about it so I offered with a half smile, “Well, I can say I would be upset also if you had left me. But for the record, I am NOT someone who can advance you in the company, so you AND your reputation are safe as long as I am around.” I smiled as innocent of a smile as I could and hoped she would see the humor (as intended). Her look at first told me she had not, then as the logic took hold; she smiled a brilliant smile that shook me to the core. “All-right Stan, guess you are the lucky one tonight then. I am out to prove I do not sleep with men just to get to the top.” I knew she meant it differently than it sounded, that she would be sleeping with me tonight, just to prove someone wrong, but the thought went into my head and stayed there. The effect was almost instantaneous as a bulge began to appear in my slacks once more. I smiled a weak smile and opened up my arm a little and she quickly moved her own arm inside of it. A friendly touch, but the most I had had with this beautiful of a woman in my entire life. I was ready to take on the world. Arm in arm we went toward the parking area just making idle chit chat. We ended up beside her car, a small and cute import. I immediately held her door and resisted the urge to watch her get in. Once inside she reached for the door but I made sure I closed it for her. Another beautiful smile was my reward. Then the voice, “Thanks for listening Stan, I really appreciate it, and the escort. No telling what menace was lurking out there waiting for me.” I smiled back, “my pleasure. See you tomorrow.” With that she drove off into the night. I looked around, found my older model Volvo and got in. Not the best looking car, but very reliable. I drove home with a new focus and renewed interest in the firm. I actually was going to enjoy working there, for a while anyway. The weekend flew by as I had made plans to get the car maintenance done as well as take in an art exhibit by a local artist named Samuel Parkerton. Very interesting stuff – NOT when you do it alone. Anyway the weekend drew to a close and I was looking forward to the week. Monday morning I arose and decided it was time to do something with my couch potato body. Not that I was a blob or anything, but I could be in better shape. I selected a nice outfit for the day and packed my gym clothes. May as well take advantage of the free membership we had through the firm. With a spring in my step and a smile on my face I went to work and had to suppress a whistle as I walked. A good day is any day you do not get called on the carpet. That was the old Stan thinking. The new Stan decided a good day was any day I could see Samantha, oh yes, Sam. I wondered what she would be wearing and what perfume she may have on? Where she would be working and for whom? Would she be as friendly today as she was last Friday? Or was she just looking for a friend because of the day and I was handy? Time would tell. I had just parked and gotten out of my car when I heard her voice. “Stan. Over here.” I looked over and there she was, walking toward me at a rapid pace. Her heels clicking and her smile beaming. Guess that answered the friendly part and if it would carry over. My feet rose off the ground, almost. “Good to see you Sam. Good weekend?” “I guess. Sure wished I could have remembered your last name or had you number. I would have loved to go see the Parkington exhibit this weekend, but didn’t want to go alone. A real shame too. I heard it was wonderful.” I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at her. She for her part stopped walking and looked right at me. “What’s wrong Stan? Did I say something I shouldn’t have? What?” My voice slowly came back to me – “Actually I went to the exhibit this weekend, if you mean the Samuel Parkerton art display. And I must say,” I paused for effect, “it was boring.” “What? You went? No, tell me you are kidding me! You are kidding me, there is no way it would have been boring.” I smiled as my lips trembled “it was boring, but only because I went by myself. Otherwise, the show was wonderful.” Again a long pause, “you do know they held it over another week? The response was too good.” Another long pause and then the nerves subsided, “I don’t suppose you would accompany me next weekend, to see the exhibit?” Her eyes lit up once more, “I would love to. Its’ a date.” With that she reached over and gave me a quick peek on the cheek and my heart skipped so many beats I thought I would collapse right on the spot. But I held my ground and we continued into the office. A date! I was going on a date! With a beautiful woman no less. How much better could it get? We walked into the building together and chatted like we were the best of friends. I could feel the eyes on us as we walked by several of the offices. The partners and secretaries alike were all abuzz. I loved it, but Sam seemed to pay no attention at all. When we came to my cubical I stopped and thanked Sam for walking in with me. It was as I was putting my little gym bag down that she caught the type of bag it was. “So, what’s the gym stuff for? You are not going to tell me you have your lunch in there, right?” She giggled a little at her own humor. I smiled back and told her of the gym membership we had at the club two doors down. The bag was brought in to remind me later in the day. I figured if I went all the way outside and then saw the bag it would stay in the car and the gym would be in my rear view mirror. May be the case anyway, but this way I would have to look at it all day and then maybe even go down. “Maybe one of these days I can bring my stuff and we can go together? Could we maybe do that, or do you have to be a full employee or something?” “Actually you are required to be a full employee, but hey, you can come as my guest. No one would say anything I am sure. Besides, gyms are a lot like bars, right? Young good looking women get in regardless of membership.” “So, you think I’m young and good looking?” I blushed a little but tried my best to sound more confident. “As a matter of fact it is considered a fact that you are both, yes.” “Well, who am I to argue, but I did not go to college right out of high school. I did several things for a couple of years before starting. So, chances are I am close to your age. What do say to that?” Restraint never was a strong point of mine. I almost laughed out loud. Here I was nearing 38 and she was maybe 23 or 24. “Why thank you, but I think the age thing is a little further off than you think, but you do get high marks for trying.” Sam giggled and said she had to get to work. I watched as she walked away, her skirt moving back and forth as she did so. I felt the heat on my back so when she was out of sight, I turned and found a couple of the staff just staring. The grins on their faces indicated a lot, but just in case it was lost, one commented, “Damn, if she’ll talk to him, just think what she would do with a partner.” Yep, always the dig so I just returned to my desk to get to work. I had been at it for a nearly four hours when my buzzer went off. “Stan here.” “Stan, this is Sam, what would you say to having lunch with me today? I really have no idea where to go and despite all the offers, I would prefer someone of intelligence to take me. What do you say?” My mouth fell open I know. I regained enough control to ask when and she said, how about now? Looking at the clock and at my work I knew I was well ahead of schedule so I agreed. She made some sort of sound and then said see you in 5 minutes at the cooler. She hung up and all I could do was smile. Sure enough we met and had a wonderful lunch at the small deli across the street. Maybe it was my imagination, but I just knew all the men in the place were staring at Sam. Her outfit for the day was a summer style dress, flowing and a bit on the thin side, but she had on a chemise and a half-slip. Nothing was showing, but she still received all the attention. I felt like the cock of the walk so to speak, if anyone even noticed. Sam told me about her life in high school. A cheer leader of course, but she was also on the debate team, a member of all the academic clubs, was student council vice president and numerous other things to try and show she was not just all looks. Then after school she had tried several things before going back to college. She had worked at Wal-Mart and even tried her hand at being a secretary. That had ended badly as she was never taken seriously because of her looks. The ladies thought she was just a bimbo and the men thought she was there to find a husband or at least a sugar daddy. So she had finally turned to law as a way to prove herself and to be able to legally take care of any problems she had in the future with problem men or women. Smart lady. I told her about myself, always in second or third place, the missed promotions and so forth. She then asked me something I was not expecting. “Do you have anyone special in your life Stan?” “No, but why do you ask?” “Well, we are going to the gym together I hope tomorrow, we are having lunch today, and we are going out on Saturday. I would hate to step on any ones toes.” “No, there is no one. Has not been for some time I guess. I was always told that I had champagne taste and beer looks, so I figured it was best to not bother, rather than compromise.” “So am I a compromise Stan?” Silence filled our little area. I was too astonished to even speak for a few seconds. Finally I was about to speak when my beeper went off. As a gopher I was ‘allowed’ to wear one. Actually it only meant that someone higher needed something and I was the one selected to get it. I read the message and told Sam I had to go. She looked so disappointed but at least we were finished with the meal. We were half way back before I remembered her question. Walking in the middle of the cross walk I stopped and reached out my hand. She paused and then offered hers tome. Taking it in my hand I used my most sincere voice and tried to look into her eyes. The Summerhire “Sam, you are without question the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of having a meal with. So to answer your question, an emphatic no would be my response as to whether I had compromised or not going to lunch with you.” I swear there was a tear welling up in her eye as she blinked a couple of times quickly. “Thank you Stan, that was the nicest compliment I have ever received.” Sam reached over and gave me a quick peek on the cheek. She turned to continue to the office and after two steps she looked over her shoulder and asked if I were going to join her. I mumbled something and then continued to the office. I swear I do not remember getting back to my desk. Shortly afterward however the work brought me back. I worked non-stop until nearly 5:30 when a familiar face popped in and asked if I were leaving tonight? I smiled and said yes and got up immediately. Grabbing my bag I walked with her as we went outside together. “Are you going back in to the gym?” I had barely realized I had my bag in my hand. “Well, guess not. And to think that is why I carried it in.” We had arrived at her car and as she reached to unlock the car a soft statement was made toward me. “Well, I have a pool at my apartment. You could always come over and swim laps or something.” She paused realizing the significance of her remark. “Well, I don’t know.” “I understand. Sounds a little forward doesn’t it. I just figured since I prevented you from getting your exercise, the least I could do would be to offer an alternative.” My resolve was nearly gone, when she said, “Or are you afraid I might try and dunk you or something?” That was it. “Okay. Okay. Okay. You win. You drive and I’ll follow. But just in case you race past me with that hot shot car, where am I heading?” Sam told me and I knew where it was, right on the way to my place as a matter of fact. She was one careful person also when it came to having someone follow her. Not running through any caution lights, no jackrabbit starts, just a smooth pace to her apartment. We arrived and she led me over to a ground level entry. Once inside I was not surprised by the neatness or her taste. Well decorated and not a thing out of place. Matter of fact, it reminded me of my home. Different furnishings but still right along the same general lines. My eyes moved around her place and focused down the hall to where I knew her bedroom was. The thought of her bedroom and her inside brought a blush to my face. Averting my eyes across the room to the drapes and the obvious sliding door leading to the patio outside. Sam walked over and opened them to reveal the pool right outside, but also the traditional sliding doors had been replaced by a much nicer French style doorway. The look on my face was not missed. “I asked the landlord if I could change out the doors to add a little class and additional security. We split the cost and I installed them. You like?” Moving to the doors I was indeed impressed with the quality of the door and the craftsmanship. She had done a good job of both selecting and installing them. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do like. And you installed them yourself? That is quite a task for one person to undertake. Anything else I should know about you before I blunder in with both feet?” “Don’t you mean a lot for a woman to undertake?” Without hesitation my response was, “No I did not. I have done a couple of door exchanges and know it is difficult to manage the leveling and tacking in before actual install can be done. No, the job requires two people most of the time, unless you have a lot of patience and the right tools.” Sam smiled at that. “Thank you. Not many men would have understood. Sorry if I snapped at you. Seems by now I would have already guessed you were different.” “I hope that was a compliment.” “Indeed it was sir. Indeed it was.” She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek with that one and again I could feel the blood rush to my face. “Well, are you ready to hit the pool?” “Sure”, I replied and then held up my bag. “Sorry. Right over there is the bathroom.” I retired to the bathroom and took care to remove my clothes like I were at home, hanging them on the hanger on the back of the door. I pulled my gym shorts on and dropped the workout shirt over the top. Looking in the mirror I stood for a moment to access the person I had become. I was nearly 38 and my trim self had not been seen for several years. Not that I was overweight, just not as fit looking as I would have liked. My reflection showed blue eyes, my best feature, brown hair, and a nice smile. I stand just over 6’2” and weighing around 220. On paper it sounded good, but the image was not ‘hunk’ material. Still, there were some that thought I was not too bad. Taking a deep breath I went to what awaited me. Sam had changed quickly and was waiting for me in the living room. When I approached she looked me up and down and blushed slightly. I pressed the advantage. “Well! Do I pass?” Sam averted her eyes, “I guess so - I didn’t notice.” We both laughed at that and then it was my turn to look and admire. Her suit was a two-piece, very conservative, and brightly colored. Rising on her hips in a French cut, the top covering her breast completely. Still she was a knockout. “My goodness”, I smiled. “You certainly are worth the wait.” She smiled at me, asking if I was ready. Feeling my erection bobbing, I commented yes. Thankfully the jock I had put on helped cover my growing appreciation. We went to the pool without saying much. She went over, stuck a toe in and pulled back saying it was cool. I decided it was now or never so I jumped in, figuring the water would bring my cock down. I barely surfaced when I heard a splash. Turning in the direction of the sound, Sam surfaced next to me. As a matter of fact were a bit too close and we brushed skin. She was startled and tried to back away but the waves prevented it for a moment. As we floated my hands reached out and touched her shoulder to steady her. The waves did the rest as it pushed us closer. Then it was my turn to be surprised as I felt her hands going around my waist. Again for support and I am certain. We stayed like that for less than five seconds, and then pushed away. We looked at each other and knew there was a spark between us. I could not handle the pressure of the moment and turned to start doing laps, like I had intended. Sam joined in and swam next to me for several laps. Finally I grew tired and made the comment I was heading to the comfort of the chairs for a breather. She agreed and followed. I went to the edge and pulled out of the water, then reached down to help her. While dry, her suit covered her well, but wet was another story. The water tried to hold her in and her top separated from her breasts. The view was spectacular as her twin beauties, right down to her nipples, popped into view. The effect of the cool water was forgotten as my rod began to heat up and rise once more. I followed Sam to our chairs, watching her hips move. She was put together very well. I tried not to look knowing my erection would betray me and send her packing. So we talked like the best of friends for the next four hours. Never mentioning anything too personal, but getting a general feeling of each other. Every time my cock rose, I’d take a quick dip. As the evening wore on, my trips became more frequent. Finally around 10:30 we called it a night. We went inside her apartment and I changed back the clothes I had worn during the day. I opened the door and found Sam had also changed, but into a much more interesting outfit. Sport shorts and an oversized football jersey sporting the Oilers topped the lady. Her movements told me she was not wearing a bra but I tried to concentrate on other things. “Guess I better be going, hard day tomorrow you know.” “I guess so.” Her voice trailed off but I knew it was time to leave for the evening. She walked me to the door and I told her goodnight. As I was turned to leave I thought I saw a look on her face that indicated she didn’t want me to, but I continued. Taking a couple of steps I turned my head again toward her and smiled a final farewell. She was looking at me with a look I had not seen on her face before, almost a hurt look. Still I continued to my car. As I backed out she waved and closed the door. As for me, I returned home, took a long cold shower and went to bed, still sporting a rock solid erection. Next morning I drove to work and was so happy I was singing with the radio and the sound was not at all pleasant. I arrived and saw Sam’s car already there, but she was also inside. I went over to her door and tapped lightly. She looked up and didn’t look happy at all. My first thought was we had stayed up too long and she needed sleep. She let her window down and I asked her what was wrong. She said nothing, but I persisted. Finally she said we could discuss it later. I didn’t know what I’d done, but it was obviously bad. We walked into the office together but I did not see or hear from her until the end of the day. Then at a little past 5 she stuck her head in and asked if I had a minute. She came in and looked as if she were about to cry. “I can’t talk here. I know this is asking a lot of you, but would you go to dinner with me this evening? I need someone to talk to.” “Sure. Around 7:30 or so?” “That would be fine, but I have got to get out of here right now.” I rose and grabbed my stuff and walked her to her car. She said little and when I closed her door she half smiled at me, her lips indicated a thank you and then she drove off. Something was up. I went home, shaved, showered, changed clothes and drove back to Sam’s place arriving at 7:30 on the dot. I knocked and she answered immediately. She had changed into a clingy little dress that rode high on her legs and showed one of her assets. “Let me get my purse.” She went to get it when the phone rang. She answered and wasn’t on the phone two minutes when she began to cry. I was trapped. Obviously this was personal so I looked for a way out. She looked toward me with the biggest hurt look in her eyes and motioned for me not to leave. Instead of sitting in the chair I went over to the couch where she was sitting. I sat and put my hand on her shoulder and ran it up to her neck, then draped it around her for support. We sat that way for a good ten minutes with her saying little, just crying and listening. Finally she said good-bye and hung up. Her eyes were full of tears and she appeared to be nearing the dam break stage. I tried to comfort her by putting my other arm around her and held her tight. She sobbed for a little bit and then stopped. Her head was resting on my shoulder as she began telling me it was her ex-boyfriend on the phone. He had called her all the names that are so hurtful and had made her cry. His job was done when she finally hung up the phone. Finally she spoke no more as her head turned and she raised her lips and lightly kissed me on the neck. I continued to hold her even when she kissed me again. Her lips lingered on my flesh, causing electricity to surge through me. I tried to resist but finally gave up and turned my face toward her. Her eyes were brimming and she needed someone badly. I released one of my hands and brought it to her face, stroking softly, brushing hair from her face and remained steady as she strained to rise up to my lips. After she had gone as far as she could I lowered my lips to hers. I was surprised by the intensity of her kiss, as she seemed so full of passion and lust. I adjusted to her lips on mine and was shocked when her hand began moving on my arm and chest. My hand moved to her thigh. Her dress had risen when I sat down, so there was little distance between the bottom hem and the dew covered honey pot nestled between her legs. Once contact was made Sam began to squirm, her legs slowly moving apart. I moved my fingers slowly along her silky skin, near the hem of her dress and then back to her knee. Finger nails trailing, goose bumps rising to greet a passing traveler. Each time I moved my fingers on her leg she’d shift slightly, until her inner thigh was available. She was still so uncertain, as was I. Such that my hand movement slowed even more to allow her to back out if she wished. Ultimately my hand stopped just under the hem of her dress and within centimeters of her most private area. I could feel heat rising from her womanhood and it was all I could do to resist pushing a finger into her, making her scream aloud with passion. I remained in control for what seemed hours. Sam then increased the intensity of her kiss while her hand moved down to my lap. She traced the out line of my growing erection as it rose to the occasion. Using her fingers she climbed to the top. It was now obvious she was more than willing and in fact wanted a man with her right now. However, despite her sadness, it was not the way I wanted to go. I did not wish to jeopardize our friendship or whatever else we may have develop in the future with a quick romp in the sack. She was worth more to me than that. Reluctantly I broke the kiss and pushed gently away from her. The look in her eyes was so full of lust and hurt. I did not know which way to proceed. Either way could mean the end of a great thing. But I had to decide and quickly. Sam helped me out in the best way possible. “I know you are hesitant to do this, for fear it is getting back at my ex, or maybe you do not want to move this fast. But I am a big girl now, and I know who and what I want. You are not like any man I have ever known and I want you in so many ways you may never know. Since the first time we talked I knew we had connected. I was hoping to control myself for at least a short while, but it has not worked out that way. If you have doubts or reservations, I understand. But as for me, my mind and heart are sure and my resolve is sound. I promise.” That was the final straw for me. My lips found hers again locking us in an incredible kiss. My hands also became busy; one draped over her neck began to move until it had reached the zipper on the back of her dress. Grasping the metal I tugged with increasing pressure until the metal began a downward trek. After having moved the zipper ten inches or so, my mind and heart worked in unison to determine once more if this was what she wanted. I released the zipper and let it hang; waiting until another force took control. The hand still moving on her creamy thigh rose, trailing along the surface of the dress. Moving over her swollen breast, she made an audible intake of air and caught it in her lungs. My hand didn’t stop until it reached her chin. Touching her chin softly, I forced us to break the kiss and move apart. Finally she opened her eyes. She looked disappointed and hurt. “Are you sure about this?” Sam looked at me with lustful passion and I knew her answer. “Yes, I have never been more sure of anything. I want you to make love to me now. Don’t ask, just do it.” An inner smile came to me as I pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues were in a battle with no chance for there being a clear victor or loser, lashing back and forth, trying to gain the upper ground, retreating and then advancing. Taking the hill, only to fall back so that they might charge again. Even as our tongue war continued her hand began a quest for the fountain of youth sprouting from my hip area. She wrestled with it, but my pants restrained it. She took control to start as I still had reservations just how far she would let her desires go. I knew frustration would set in eventually so I moved my own hips such that a straight path could be used on the zipper. I also used my hand to work the fastener and zipper holding my pants together. Only then did my hand return to her moist inner thigh. I timed my approach perfectly. As her hand went to grab my pole, my fingers hovered close to her main pleasure area. Her fingers encircled my shaft, as I touched her cloth mound. Her sharp intake of breath indicated our mutual contact. Her hand marveled at my still rising shaft as my fingers began to explore. Tracing the outer edges of her vaginal lips, then pushing the material into her vulva and rubbing. Her clit stood proud and erect, craving more attention. I wanted to give but I have always desired a woman’s breast, but only the proper proportion. From what I had seen poolside and my hand action earlier I knew Sam met the qualifications. I began to work the zipper on her back once more, pulling until the end of the track was reached. My hand then rose to caress her back and work on her bra. She was wearing a front closure style but even that can be worked. My hand wandered from the bottom of her neck to the top of her panties. Her flesh was smooth and yielding, the kind made for worship and praise. She seemed flawless. From her touch, I wanted to see, smell and taste all of her. My fingers ran along the inner edge of her panties and then went back to the surface of her back. After a couple of minutes of this Sam released my cock, broke our kiss, looked into my eyes and rose from the bed causing my hand to leave her wetness. She stepped away from the couch, and faced me. An eternity passed as she looked at me, smiled and brought her hands up to her shoulders. She took hold of her dress, pulled it loose and eased it down until she could step out of it. She rose and drew in a deep breath as if she didn’t know what a beautiful woman she was. Still smiling her hands trembled as her fingers hooked the top of her panties, pulling them down until she stepped out of them. I could see the wetness that had formed and had to restrain myself from diving in to lap it up. To break some of the tension I rose and quickly discarded my pants. The action caused my cock to bob up and down like a springboard. I removed my shirt and stood naked before her. But this was her show and I returned to the watching game. Allowing my eyes to travel over her body, I spied a neatly trimmed patch that covered her orifice almost entirely, but still allowed her lips to remain visible, pushing against the air in the room that had become thick with lust and desire. Her own hand made an almost involuntary pass against her bra causing her nipple to grow even more rigid. Back her nail went, flicking at the tip of her breast, elevating it as if on a small silver platter, being served to the hungry man in front of her. Then her thumb came to play also as she caught the tender morsel, pinching between the two as she rolled it back and forth. If her intention was to make me more excited she had succeeded. My cock was sticking straight up into the air and her eyes were riveted to it. The purplish head was staring back at her. Her hands rose to her bra and worked the clasp. She held it in place for a moment before slowly releasing the tension. I was salivating with anticipation by the time the material gave up and fell from her flesh. She possessed the most fabulous looking breasts I had ever seen. Near perfect in size (a 36C), shape, firmness, and colored by a light flesh tone, contrasting darker aureole and even darker nipple. As I said, damn near perfect. An eerie silence hung in the room. I waited, but she was still transfixed by my cock. My hand went to her but she didn’t respond. I leaned forward and took her hand. Tugging gently, I pulled her toward me while at the same time spreading my legs so she could get a better look. She turned and tugged me toward her bedroom. I went willingly and when we stood at the foot of the bed she turned back around and gradually sank to her knees. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared straight ahead. She was unable to move so I brought her hand to my thigh and left it there. Then I reached behind her head, pulling her gently toward my shaft. My remaining hand went to my meat and encircled it. Lazily beginning an up and down motion, while not using much pressure. I knew I’d pop my cork with too much stimulation. Her resistance was minor as her hand moved toward my shaft. Finally making contact, her fingers stretched to make it around. Her touch was soft, yet determined. Languidly her hand rose, changed direction and return to the base. Again and again, never using much pressure, yet so stimulating. Each time applying the same pressure, like she had never seen a cock before. The Summerhire Finally words came to her - “I’ve never seen such a beautiful cock. I don’t think I can take all of this. It’s so big.” I smiled, knowing she had not seen many men in my size department. She spoke and her mouth came to my steel hard cock as her tongue wormed out, touching the engorged head, pressing into the fleshy tip. Her timing was perfect as a small eruption of pre-come ran from the end. Sam pulled back for moment to watch as the liquid trickled down the shaft. With a quick stroke she captured the lead edge and ran her tongue back to the top of the shaft, collecting it all. Her tongue was like velvet as she played with the hole in the tip causing yet another spilling of precious fluid. I sat on the bed and then reclined, pulling her with me so the enjoyment could be elevated. Reaching my hand downward until I finally touched her breast. They were standing proud, indicating her increased level of excitement. Her nipples were taut, rising with each breath, only to sink back down with each exhale of air. My fingers touched those marvelous melons as Sam played tongue tag with my cock head. Her level of excitement grew even more from the contact and caused her mouth to open wider still. Slowly she took my soon to be erupting cock into her mouth. I could feel every thing she did to me. Her teeth were playing on the top of the shaft while her tongue was working the underside from mid length to head. I told her if she did not let up I would come soon and her eyes met mine as if to say she were proud of herself and that she had no intention of letting me come anywhere but in her mouth. Realizing this and wanting to lick her pussy before I made love to her, I no longer tried to hold back my seed. The feeling built in the base of my shaft and worked its way to my seeds. The time was less than two minutes before I spoke the words “I’m coming”, Sam open her eyes wide and took me deep into her throat. Her lips touched my sack and triggered my first eruption. As if rehearsed, she pulled back just in time to take my full load into her mouth, not her throat. Her faced showed the signs of struggle to contain the volume, but also showed bliss and pride. My orgasm was one of the most intense I could remember in some time with my balls flexing up only to fall back and flex again. Finally, the eruptions ended and Sam pulled off with nary a single drop being lost. She smiled triumphantly. Victory was hers, but the pleasure was shared. Her face took on a distinctively different look, one of lust and carnal anticipation. Slowly I drew myself up, my strength returning, until I could sit on the edge of the bed and begin to move her onto the surface also. Gently and gracefully she reclined onto her bed, her eyes sparkling in the light. Even as she did so her hand began to trail downward past her enlarged breasts, past her flat abdomen, through the sparse hairs surrounding her vaginal area. Pausing at the edge of her labia, her fingers gingerly played along the edges. Sam eased her full lips apart, while the unmistakable sounds of her juices ebbed and flowed within her. Testing the inner chamber with just the tip of her finger, she sighed softly before withdrawing the finger. Dragging her finger forward, she left a slim trail of coital fluid behind. As she drew near her naval the trail ended for she had extracted only a small portion. The trap had been laid for the unsuspecting fly, a fine trail of honey leading toward the hive. And I was a willing fly. I lay next to her and then moved slightly over her to kiss her. Her lips were full and her tongue active with my own. From a check of the back of my throat all the way to the surrounding lips she covered all the area, lashing my tongue with hers. But it was time to move down her delicious body, so I went. I moved from her warm and receptive mouth to the hollow of her neck, only to rise and take an ear lobe into my mouth to suck gently. Going back to her neck I nuzzled into the folds for no other reason then to delay my approach to where she wanted me most. Moving back onto the main highway to paradise, I went between her breasts into the valley and wandered to both sides of the road. My hands encircled each of her globes as they spread out on her chest. Pulling them both toward the center so that I might lap at her nipples and gently persuaded them to give forth the milk that they did not contain. Lavishing both nipples with my tongue and paying humble obeisance to each in my own way. They rose and fell, from soft and pliable to erect and stiff to near pulsing with a life of their own. My own saliva was keeping them wet and the coolness of the room caused them to grow even stiffer. But as much as I enjoyed playing with her twin peaks, I knew even more fertile ground lay ahead. My journey continued. Using my fingers I lightly traced each rib as my tongue traveled southward. The rise and fall of her chest and stomach indicated her excitement for she knew where I was going. My cock was hard once more, but it would have to wait for I could smell her nectar and I was not about to mix it with my seed. I reached the end of the road to heaven. Breaking my trail of fluid and homage, I slid off the bed and came back up between her outstretched legs. But instead of diving right into the nectar nest, I returned to where I was before. Resuming my path along her abdomen, I moved again, reaching her navel. Her sharp intake of breath told me she either liked attention being lavished there, or it was something that was seldom done. I traced the outer perimeter making smaller and smaller circles as I went. When it was obvious the area had been sufficiently reconned, I moved in for the kill. Stabbing straight into the heart of her navel with my tongue, only to tease and retreat. Even as I pulled back, her stomach lurched upward trying to recapture my invading instrument. But my tongue was too quick. Back to circling and then stabbing once more. Repeating the exercise over and over as her breath became more pronounced. My hand moved back to her breasts, tweaking her nipples even harder, causing her voice to elevate her desires. Finally my tongue stayed in her navel, splitting the tiny folds of flesh, trying to root out some hidden morsel of food. Sam grabbed my head and pulled me even tighter against her abdomen. Only a short distance to travel, the aroma was becoming intense, matching my desire. I pulled from her navel and started south again. She seemed disappointed until my nose began playing in her curly hairs. My breath continued along her thighs while my tongue was still searching for whatever it could find. Her leg brushed my arm and I allowed it to continue until it rested gently on my shoulder, followed by her other leg. When settled, she had a leg on either side of my head, the backs of her knees resting on my shoulders that would allow for maximum penetration. Finally I pulled back, her legs sliding along my shoulders; I gazed at the form spread before me. Her juices were literally dripping from her body, running down and pooling on the bed. The amount of liquid was impressive and I knew as hungry as I was, it was time to “wet the appetite” so to speak. Using my tongue once more I traveled along the outer perimeter, causing her to shift as she tried to make me slip off the ridge and fall into her waiting chasm. But I was careful. Finally with strength I didn’t know she possessed, she took hold of my hair and at the same time used her legs and feet to pull me into her waiting orifice as her first orgasm struck. Just as I thought, hers was the nectar of a goddess, sweet and plentiful. When her tremors ceased I glanced toward her face and couldn’t see it. Her breasts had risen, trying to touch the ceiling. They throbbed with a life all their own. As much as I wanted to suck them in, I knew there was something else I had to do first. I rose and my cock popped up from between my legs. I was ready to fill her with my fluid to replace that which I had just lapped out. Sam rose on her elbows and her eyes grew wider from and anticipation once more. My cock had swollen to an even larger proportion than before. The large purple head was bobbing back and forth as I rose to my feet between her thighs. Her legs remained over my shoulders until she was bent into an “L” shape. The position elevated her rear off the bed and was at the right position for my assault on her. I approached her Sam reached down to spread her lips apart to help me inside. I approached her channel until the head of my engorged cock touched her. Her sharp intake of breath told me she was ready. Grasping my cock I moved until the head eased into her. It was smooth and I began to move back and forth, never going too far in or pulling all the way out. Sam began to rock with me as I sawed in and out, building speed. Her steamy hole had gapped open, and when the time was right, I saw her face, a veil of unbridled lust, distorted in her excitement. Eyes tightly shut; teeth clinched and a frown of determination across her features. I shoved hard; my cock sailed past areas untouched by anyone until now. I struck bottom and my sack ended against her up turned rear. I held it there as a shriek came from her indicating how she enjoyed being impaled by my iron rod. Nesting in her hole, I withdrew only to charge again. Increasing speed with each thrust, hammering away, my sack crashing against her cheeks until contractions indicated an impending explosion once more. I concentrated on my own pleasures, but became aware of her body beginning to tremble as an overwhelming spasm took control of her body. Still I rammed in and out and when the time arrived for me to dump my seed, I grasp Sam’s hips and pulled her forward while driving forward. The impact was loud but drowned out by her cries of pleasure. Spurt after spurt shot from my manhood into her reservoir until I slowed in speed, letting the last couple of spasms shoot from within me. My seed was depleted and my cock began to shrink. A fierce battle had been waged, but well worth the losses. As I released her legs and moved away from the bed I noticed her form was not at rest. Instead she was still experiencing the last throngs of an orgasm. Not being able to tell if she had made it at this point and was coming down or if she was still climbing, I took a deep breath for energy and dove into the wetness we had created. Soon as my tongue crossed her clit she nearly screamed and locked her legs around my head, pulling my face deep into her wet snatch. The aroma was musty, but the flavor was sweet and I lapped it up with increased fervor. When Sam reached her last plateau, I felt her thighs begin to tremble against my ears and her breath became even more labored. All was music to my ears, metaphorically speaking of course. Finally, she released me from her death grip. I crawled back up on the bed, resting beside her. I was spent, as was she. I had not come so much since my early twenties. Later we rose and took a shower together. After failed attempts at resisting each other, we ended up making love again. In total we made love seven times that night and it was only the beginning. This experience happened 7 years ago. Since then we became engaged and married. We now have a beautiful daughter and have opened our own firm. Seems the proceeds from our legal victory over Hancock, Anderson, Olsen, and Associates for prejudicial practices and sexual harassment on two of the partners was tidy enough to set us up for anything we wanted to do. Sometimes being second does pay off.