"Ashlyn! You're just the woman I wanted to see, please come in."
The slender girl paused for a moment in the entry-way into the penthouse apartment, the sheer size and luxury of the place stunning her. Mr. Goodsmith certainly had money, he could certainly impress.
He was just as impressed himself by her low-cut black dress, hanging off both shoulders and dangling like an afterthought from the tip of her breasts. Ahlyn's blond hair was primped into a bushel of tight curls and wrapped up on top of her head like a 1940's pinup girl. The dress ended abruptly an inch below the soft curve of her bottom and her slim, taught calves were accented by the three-inch black leather high heals that caused her to stand taller and to straighten her back, emphasizing her already emphasized breasts without trying.
"Why don't you make yourself a drink? I'm still tending to dinner. Duck Burgundy."
She had already made herself a few drinks at her apartment to ease her nerves. Her first day working for Mr. Goodsmith was like nothing she had experienced before and she had been nervous about having a private dinner with her boss that very night. It seemed that she had worried herself over nothing, however; Mr. Goodsmith looked like he had already had a few drinks himself, he was relaxed and jovial and had dropped the formality of Ashlyn's last name as soon as he saw her.
She went over to the bar inset in the wall and made herself a gin and ginger ale. He watched her skirt rise slightly as she leaned over the low bar, the crease under her buttocks sliding into view for a split second.
"Mr. Goodsmith, I wanted to thank you for inviting me over for dinner," Ashlyn said after she sipped her drink. She had made it strong. "This whole thing, this job...its not what I expected at all." She walked back towards him, in the adjoining kitchen.
"Is it still a position you're comfortable with?"
"Yes. Very."
"Then there will be plenty of time to thank me later."
"Plenty of time to find out what other positions I'm comfortable with, as well."
She stood in front of him, her breath slipping through her red lips in a sultry promise. Ahlyn set her drink on the counter and took Mr. Goodsmith's silk tie in her hands, pulling him towards her. She lifted herself up and sat on the counter, gasping as the cold of the marble touched her thighs, her skirt hiking up, exposing lacy black panties. She wrapped her bare legs around him and their mouths meshed in a powerful, lustful kiss.
His hands ran over her shoulders, dropping the straps of the dress into the crooks of her elbows, revealing the top of her bosom and the edge of her bra. Ashlyn hooked her legs together, high heels clicking against each other, and they pressed their bodies into one another. She could feel his penis hardening, straining against the fabric of his pants and her panties. She slid a hand down and stroked his cock, moaning as she did so. His tongue slid into her wet mouth and their bodies moved rhythmically.
He kissed her neck, and her shoulders, and the top of her heaving tits and pulled the dress and the bra down and kissed her hard, pink nipples. He sucked on them and flicked them with his tongue as she ran her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs tighter around him. He laid her down on the counter and slid the dress under her ass and off, letting it drop to the hardwood floor. Her bra was still on but pulled down, her panties already wet and her high heels pointing to the ceiling.
He trailed his tongue down between the cleavage of her tits, across her flat, quivering stomach, and traced the edge of her panties with it, enjoying how her breathing quickened and the way her back arched. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and licked the inside of her thighs. Ashlyn closed her eyes and moaned softly. He kissed her wet pussy through the thin panties and her knees tightened.
