Numbers, Part 2
Boston seemed even more beautiful Wednesday than it did on Tuesday. The sun was bright and shining, the sky was blue with a few wisps of clouds floating by. And, the best part about the morning was that I didn't wake up alone. I was finishing getting dressed for work and glanced back to see Jennifer laying on the bed. Her body was just barely covered by the sheet, her tousled hair and the state of the blankets the only indication of the terrific night that we had.
I picked up the USB drive from the dresser and stared at it. I was probably not going to like the outcome of this, but I had decided to do it. Granted, my first promise to do it was under extreme duress. Jennifer hadn't known how bad my weakness was for nylons but she sure exploited it heavily once she found out. Using one to jack me off while she made me the offer was definitely an unfair advantage. I doubt I would have said no to anything at that point.
I looked over at the chair and saw several pair of discarded panty hose lying on it haphazardly, thrown there, discarded when they'd served their purpose. I slowly reached a hand out, running it over the silky material and picked one pair up, bringing it to my nose. It still had her smell, her perfume, her musk. It was very stimulating. I pushed it into a pocket, knowing I'd have to touch it again later.
I slipped the USB drive into my pocket, kissed Jennifer on the forehead and then headed down to the hotel lobby where I took a taxi to the bank. Boston International Bank. A large, international establishment that has billions in assets. And my job as a highly paid consultant was to find problems in the audit of the books before the shareholders... or federal agents... found out. I'd done it for many years making sure hundreds of billions of dollars were well hidden from prying eyes. I was known for my speed and my thoroughness.
I was let in the front of the building and brought up to my temporary office by a member of the security staff. Not being an actual bank employee, I wasn't given too much run of the place. It seemed rather ironic when I had access to all of their accounts, but who was I to argue.
I sat down, logged into my PC and noted that my audit program was still running. Nothing unusual was noted so far and over half the accounts had been processed. The program would be done by tomorrow and then Friday would be the wrap-up of my audit, writing the final report and submitting it. I felt uneasy when I pulled the USB drive out of my pocket and connected it to the PC. It was against bank policy to connect one, but everything I was about to do was against bank policy.
I opened the file listing the accounts I was to take data from. Jennifer had told me that these were some pretty bad people trying to launder their illegal money, and I verified that the accounts were indeed large. Each account held hundreds of millions of dollars with transactions hitting them all the time, moving money around to a huge number of accounts. It was a large network that was woven together. With that kind of activity, I knew my couple million wouldn't be noticed.
I checked the holding account that she provided and found it to be newly created and empty, just waiting for me. A few keystrokes later, I made myself a little insurance policy. I had a feeling this was a lot more complicated than she had led me to believe. And every advantage I could come up with would be best.
I moved two million from the first account into the account she provided for holding within a few minutes. Then, over the course of the next day, I moved two million from each of the other accounts until I had a grand total of sixteen million in the new account. Not too bad for one day's work. And my accounting program was still running.
At about 7:00 in the evening I received a picture mail from her on my phone wearing an incredible nylon body suit. I was absolutely drooling as I sat there stroking myself. Thirty minutes later and some incredibly revealing closeups of her outfit came in giving me even more reason to want her and need her. I called up the security guard and got my escort out of the building for the evening. I hopped into the cab and went straight to the hotel, going straight up to the room.
When I closed the door and slipped inside, Jennifer was sitting back on the bed wearing the body stocking, her hands caressing her body. Her legs were bent, knees spread apart, and her hands were busy stroking her overheated pussy.
"Sorry, I just couldn't wait," she moaned. She bit her lower lip as her finger slid into her pussy through the crotchless stocking. She slipped her fingers in and out of herself slowly, as she watched me move closer, undoing my own clothing.
As I crawled onto the bed, Jennifer straightened out her legs and I straddled one, letting my cock slide along their silky smoothness. My hands ran up and down her legs as I enjoyed the feel of the nylons. She smiled, knowing just how excited she made me with her simple little outfit. My cock was so hard as I rubbed it around her leg, and I started humping it, letting my body lie against it.
My head lay at her abdomen and I kissed her stomach lightly, letting my tongue play inside her bellybutton. Her hand was in my hair, caressing my head, coaxing me to enjoy myself. I watched she play with her pussy, her fingers swirling through her pubic hair and teasing her clit. It looked so swollen and excited and she moaned as her fingertips slid over and around it. She pulled her free leg wider, opening herself up as my left hand came up to join hers. My fingers swirled at her entrance becoming wet with her dew before sliding inside her.
I fingered her slowly, watching it disappear deep inside, feeling her muscles pull and tug at me. I slid a second inside, giving her even more feeling, and started moving them faster. Her hips started moving a bit, her fingers moving faster on her clit as she neared her first orgasm. My own hips moved up and back, too, rubbing my hardness against her nylon-covered shin. I was nearing my own orgasm.
It didn't take long for Jennifer to explode, her hips rising into the air as she gasped for air, moaning loudly. I smiled up at her, my hips continuing to hump against her. She licked her lips and moved her other foot towards me, using her foot to enclose my cock, to hold it tighter against her leg. The silky, tight sensation drove me over the edge and I felt myself cum on her foot and leg while she smiled above me.
It was the beginning of another long, lovely night.
The next morning I woke early to a delightful sensation. I have to admit that I'd never had a wake-up blowjob before and it was incredible. Before my eyes opened I felt her tongue sliding up and down my shaft. I could feel it growing larger and larger as the blood pooled within it. I moaned, turning to give her even more access. I could hear her giggle in approval as her tongue slid along the length once more, swirling over the head at the top.
One hand gently grasped me and held me upright while her mouth encased the head completely and let it slowly slide to the back of her throat. I groaned as the hot wetness engulfed me fully and I felt my shaft press against the back of her throat. I opened my eyes and saw her eyes were closed as she enjoyed what she was doing to me. Her fingers played along my balls, moving them and cradling them.
I was breathing heavily now as I watched her. I propped the pillows behind me for an even better look. When she felt me move, she opened her eyes and smiled around my shaft. She slid to the tip and let it leave her mouth where her tongue lightly circled the head. "Good morning, Sir," she whispered and then slid me deep into her mouth yet again.
This time, when her mouth disengaged my now completely erect pole, her fingers slid along my shaft. One hand held me upright giving the other the freedom to play. Her fingers stroked the super-sensitive underside of the shaft and then slowly and deliberately circled the head, driving me crazy. She had no need to stroke me this time, no need to even use her mouth. Her fingertips alone provided extreme pleasure. She was indeed very talented at giving pleasure.
Jennifer somehow knew exactly how and where to touch me. I was writhing on the bed enjoying what she was doing to me. I quickly lost all track of time and barely even knew or cared where I was. All I knew was the pleasure she gave me. All I knew was that I needed to cum. And a few minutes later I got my wish. She was cooing softly when she felt my cock pulsing, saw my cum start to shoot out of me. Her fingers kept their circling and touching, making me cum harder and longer than ever. My cock was very red at this point, so damn hard. Her fingers mixed through my cum, sliding it around my skin almost as a lubricant.
She seemed to enjoy playing with my cock and cum, enjoyed teasing me. My body jerked several times when she hit a particularly sensitive spot. After a minute I had to reach down and pull her up to me, giving her a huge thank-you kiss. We kissed like that for many minutes before I just had to pull away. I knew that if I didn't stop, I wouldn't want to go into the bank today at all.
