by Jeannie and Jack ©
The executive offices of Barnes and Buffet occupy the north-west corner of the tenth floor of the B & B building. The corner office, having views on all four of the regional snow covered Cascade peaks, is the conference room where Charles Barnes and Bradley Buffet spend most of their busy days. What they refer to as the conference table is really an oversize coffee table centered on six overstuffed club chairs. Attendance at B and B conferences is seldom large.
The eleventh or top floor of the building is divided into two penthouse suites where the partners spend most of what is left of their time.
At four o'clock on a sunny Friday afternoon, Mr. Barnes is slouched in one of the overstuffed chairs while Mr. Buffet is busy at a small bar discretely set into the north wall.
"Blend or single malt, Charlie?" The fair haired man had a bottle in each hand and held them toward his partner. About five foot ten, the man's broad firm shoulders and slender hips made him appear taller.
"Just a small malt thanks Brad." The stocky little man in the chair straightened up and passed his fingers through his tousled hair. "Thelma and I are hosting bridge tonight."
Before the other could respond there was a knock on the door and the secretary stepped into the room. "Mr. Davis is here." She announced and ushered in a tall athletic man about ten years younger than the two partners but with faint streaks of gray already appearing in his full shock of otherwise black hair. He smiled a thanks at the secretary as she quickly stepped past him and left the room.
"Ah Dave - glad we caught you before you left." Charley waved him to the club chair beside him. "Brad was just preparing a toddy to toast your success with the Pickford account. What's your pleasure?"
"Whatever you're having, Mr. Barnes." Dave Davis replied.
"Please, it's Charlie." His boss corrected him. "You're becoming too important to us to continue with the formalities - and that's Brad over there with the Scotch in his hand."
David relaxed noticeably as he accepted the glass and then smiled appreciatively when he took a sip. Brad passed a glass to Charlie, took another chair and held up his drink. "The Pickford Account."
"Yes, Dave." Charlie sat forward. "You did a wonderful job there. We've decided to give you a crack at a couple of other challenges. We'd like you to pass most of your bread and butter accounts to Oscar and Orville and move your desk up to this floor where you'll be able to hit these tough cookies with the prestige card. We know you can play that because we've been watching you spend some of your own money to take the right people to the classy places. While on the subject - make a guestimate of what you've spent that way this last year and we'll reimburse you. - Include that black evening gown you bought your lovely wife for the trip to Denver; I have a hunch that it had something to do with old Sam Pickford's decision to sign with us.. From now on you'll have a company credit card."
David smiled."The old goat did his best to get it off her but Sheila handled herself very tactfully."
Charlie shot a quick glance at Brad. "A wife who can avoid antagonizing a letch can be a real asset to a businessman."
Brad leaned over to sweeten David's glass. "By the way, Dave, I'm planning on barbequing some venison tomorrow night. Maybe you and Sheila would care to join us - you too, Charlie.- and of course, Sarah."
"Some more of that deer you got up in B.C. last year? Count on us." Charlie got up.
David took the hint and got up too. "We'd be pleased to accept. What time?"
"Eightish OK?"
At seven the following evening, Sheila Davis sat at her dressing table applying her evening makeup. She was undressed and when she finished with her full sensuous lips, she took the lipliner and carefully outlined the aureol of each full breast and then darkened the tip of each firm little nipple. She dropped one hand between her legs as she sat back to observe the overall effect.
The sound of the shower ceased abruptly and David came out of the bathroom vigorously toweling off his face and arms. He was buff naked as he stepped up behind his wife and laid his big softy under her ear. She pushed it away but then relented and turned to kiss the tip. Laughing softly, she picked up a lipstick and proceeded to paint the end a flaming red.
David backed off. "We have less than an hour."
Sheila handed him a kleenex. "Wipe that off then and get dressed. Wouldn't do to show up at a
party with lipstick on your dipstick."
As they drove back downtown, Sheila again checked her makeup in the car visor mirror. "Does this mean we can get a bigger house?"
"And a second car - and a ski boat. Honey we're on our way." David slapped the steering wheel.
"Do I look OK?"
"Darling you look beautiful - maybe too beautiful; you'll outshine your hostess."
"Nonsense - that Thelma Barnes is gorgeous."
"Honey, that's what money and a good hairdresser can get you. Think of what it's going to do for
you." David's hand dropped to Sheila's thigh and she moved closer.
The dual penthouses were separated by a swimming pool with one roof over the ensemble. Access to the pool was via sliding glass doors from bedrooms. David had expected to find a large barbecue by the pool but the venison was delivered flame broiled from the company kitchens in the basement. It was delicious; as was the accompanying vegetables, appetizers and deserts. As the sky darkened and Venus appeared over the Cascades, guests were invited to help themselves from a well stocked bar. David selected a Chablis for Sheila and a brandy for himself. Charlie expressed regrets that he and Sarah were committed to some civic meeting and would have to leave.
"We'd far sooner stay with the present company." He complained. "Maybe we can all get together some evening next week."
As they left, David decided that was his cue to bid their farewells too but Thelma interrupted him. "We usually take a dip in the pool at this time and were hoping you would join us."
"If you have some spare bathing suits." Sheila answered.
"Bathing suits in such a private pool?" Thelma laughed. "Darling, don't be stuffy."
Sheila glanced at David and he just shrugged his shoulders so she lifted one foot and daintily removed a shoe. Dress, slip and panty hose followed quickly. She was wearing no bra' and stood at the end of the pool for an instant with two gorgeous mounds of firm flesh proudly exposed before executing a flawless racing dive into the sparkling clear water. Brad was a split second behind her and struggled to catch up but Sheila executed an Olympic class turn at the far end and was two yards ahead as they raced back.
Thelma moved up beside David who stood stark naked at the side of the pool watching the competition. He nonchalantly placed an arm around her and innocently cupped a large breast in his hand.
She moved a little closer. "That will be a blow to his big ego if he can't catch her."
"She was captain of State's swim team that won the regionals five years ago and she's just toying with him." David confided.
Thelma laughed and gave him a hug. He pulled her even closer.
At the end of the third transit of the pool, Sheila effortlessly pulled herself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool. When Brad arrived he remained in the water and rested his chin on her knees as he looked soulfully up into her eyes. She rumpled his hair and leaned over to deliver a short kiss to his forehead. He pushed his chin down to separate her knees and kissed her on her soft inner thigh. She laughed and leaned back, separating her thighs enough to allow him to kiss a little farther up. She gave a slightly apprehensive glance toward David but when she noticed Thelma's hand on his developing erection, she spread her legs a little more, shifted closer to the pool's edge and leaned farther back.
Thelma lightly ran her fingers along David's growing tool. "We shouldn't be looking at this scene." She said and led him off into the north bedroom.
At the pool, Brad slowly raised himself out of the water, forcing Sheila to lean more and more backward. As he advanced, he left a kiss in the soft down where the thighs met, another on her flat firm tummy and one on each rosy nipple. When he reached her lips she was all the way on her back and his rigid rod was firmly planted in her tight warm pussy.
"Hey, fella," She complained. "This rough concrete will have the skin off my buns."
He obligingly rolled over and somehow made it to his feet with Sheila's legs hooked over his hips and their connection unbroken.. They were both laughing as he walked her into the south bedroom.
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Monday morning B and B were in their favorite chairs in the conference room for the usual preview of the week's agenda. Each had an open folder on the table in front of them but neither had yet looked at the contents.
Brad sat back in his chair and sighed. "Three times between nine and midnight - and again in the morning. That girl has the lips and tongue to resurrect the dead. I tell you, Charlie, I haven't been so completely milked dry since Sally Bartholomew's wedding party."
Charlie grinned. "Do you think she put out for old man Pickford?"
"I think she's too smart for that and beside, he wouldn't have been in such a rush to sign if he already had his oar in. - I'd bet she dropped some rather suggestive hints though."
"Question is - will she follow through?" Charlie asked.
"The old goat will be here for facilities inspection in two weeks and by then she'll be driving a new Jag and have a thirty day escrow on a three bedroom up on the ridge. She knows better than to welch and if the old goat is the coxman he's reputed to be, she'll probably enjoy it."
"How about Davie boy?"
"Thelma spent yesterday reserving all the open spots in her calendar from now to Thanksgiving so Davie boy must have done a good job there. You'd better catch him today to reserve a few nights for you and Sarah before Thelma has them all tied up. I guarantee you a lay than which you've never had better."
"Such a gorgeous creature." Charlie licked his lips. "And talented too. Maybe we should introduce her to Judge Formsby."
"That's a little risky - and beside, you do that and next thing you know, the Judge might put Davie up for senator and steal them away from us."
"Yeah, bad idea. You did invite them back for this coming weekend?"
"Certainly did but Thelma and I have a possible date in Sacramento. You and Sarah might have to manage without us."
Charlie laughed. "We'll manage."
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