My dress was wrapped around my waist as my fingers thrusted in and out, slowly driving me crazier than I was this morning. I was laid across my bed trying so hard to get release. I tried this morning in the shower but I couldn't get there before my roommate was pounding on the door for me to hurry up and get out of the bathroom. So now I was home for lunch before my evening meeting with a new client at my designer firm. I kept imagining what the thick hard cock of this guy I've seen at my gym would look like, hoping it would help me find release quicker, but I was again interrupted by my alarm that meant I needed to get going for my meeting. I got up more frustrated than ever, fixed my dress, left my panties off, re strapped my pretty black heels, brushed my hair away from my flushed face and reapplied my favorite vixen lipstick.
I'm 27 years old I stand at 5'5, a curvy 155lbs, with raven black hair that hung just above my ass. I had a perfect hourglass shape a nice set of very firm 34DD's and an ass to match, my friends always told me to model but I was more interested in the design aspect of it all. Graduated top of my class in school and went on to become a partner at Lawless Designs in Chicago, I worked my ass off and I guess that's what stopped me from having too many boyfriends, I had a few lovers but they could never satisfy me completely they always left me wanting more.
I got into my car and drove back to the office and got myself mentally prepared for this meeting, it was with one of the wealthiest men in Chicago. His name is Greyson Fuller. He was in his late thirties, stood 6'1 tall, and was built like a Greek god, with lush tan skin and jet black hair with a light amount of grey combing through. I only ever saw him in magazines but never in person I was super surprised when he chose our firm for his new condo building in Atlanta, but I looked forward to meeting the man that occasionally took over my fantasies. I was nervous as I walked into our board room to prepare for the presentation. My mind wandering over how gorgeous the man I was about to meet was and I could feel my juices running down my leg and looked at the clock to see if I had time to try and find release to ease my nerves. But I only had five minutes left before he would arrive so I would have to wait until I got home and took out my friend Willy, my 6inch silicone dildo, who keeps me company when I get lonely.
But for now to focus on this meeting, the itch I would have to take care of later. I turned around as the door opened and in walked in Greyson Fuller, immaculate in an all-black suit with a light grey tie, he waltzed over to me with his extended waiting for me to shake it. He grasped my hand lightly, and I could feel the warm and callused fingers and I could picture them on my thighs and my breasts, and I swear a small gasp escaped my lips and from the curve of his lip I'm afraid that Greyson heard it. He pulled away and walked over to the seat at the end of the conference table facing me and the white board, and I probably looked like a deer in headlights. His eyes wandered down my body finally making their way back up to meet mine. I quivered and couldn't stop the gush between my legs, he looked at me the way a predator watches it's prey, so I cleared my throat and began the presentation, focusing on the designs for each type of condo and trying to contain myself from looking at his face and imagining it between my thighs.
I wrapped up the presentation, turned off the projector and turned to face Greyson, he had a smirk on his face and stood up and walked over to me he stood inches away from my face and I could smell the intoxicating cologne he was wearing, he reached up and rubbed at his chin grazing over the five o clock shadow, then began tracing at his lips which made my mouth water just thinking of the way they would feel against mine, I took a step back and asked him if he had any questions.
"Just one" he said
He stepped closer to me and looked me in the eyes
"What about the bedrooms, how big of a bed could you put in the room?"
I stuttered "A California King, easily."
He hmm'd and looked over the floor plans. He stepped back and walked over to the drink table and poured himself a glass of wine from the decanter and poured me a glass as well, I accepted the glass and he raised it,
"To a beautiful partnership can't wait to see how this works out."
I clicked my glass against his and took a sip, letting the liquid warm my belly. My face flushed immediately. He reached up and wiped the corner of my mouth with his thumb, as I blushed and turned my head. I took another drink and sat down in my chair as I gathered all my papers into a folder for him to take with him. He was still standing as I looked up he walked over to me and put out his hand, I looked up at him and gave him my hand. He pulled me up out of my chair and put his hand to my waist pulling me closer to him, my breath hitches in my throat as he brought his lips to lightly touch mine, and my knees got weak, but his hand steadied my back, and pulled me tighter against him.