Hi Everyone! This is my first story. It will be quite a few parts but I am fairly quick with writing so I hope to not make you wait years between each installment. I hope everyone likes it.
Meridian!
Another fight with her fiancé, soon she would go from Meridian Hayden to Mrs. Meridian Emerson, wife to Kendall Emerson. Isn't a girl supposed to be happy? Meridian was 5 foot 7 blonde with a skinny strong sculpted body. Her body was very lean and almost too skinny. It was not an intentional thing. She had been hit with a rare genetic disease that kept her very tiny, something she kept from almost everyone.
Her face was framed by long platinum blonde hair to her waist with bangs. Her eyes were blue like the turbulent ocean that seemed to have hidden depths to them. Her skin resembled that of a pale porcelain doll. Her eyes were brilliantly accented with thick dark lashes.
She was gorgeous in her own right yet not stuck up about it. She never completely understood how beautiful she really was.
She was the girl who made everyone comfortable and made them laugh. Meridian was sarcastic and funny with the ability to charm. Meridian was the girl who was different depending on the person or group she was with. Those she let really get to know her always felt there was something hidden because each person only got to see one side of her. No one knew everything. She was a chameleon in her own right.
She felt there was something inherently wrong with her upcoming marriage. Instead of happiness she focused on the foreboding doom she felt. She was supposed to somehow settle down. Yeah, what a laugh that was. She was marrying a guy who had no clue who she really was. No one really did. They constantly fought over her working a night job along with a day job, the never ending jealous accusations and picking a fight with her before work was wearing her down. She hid her night life and night career from him.
Kendall Emerson was very handsome 28 year old with a very reserved demeanor and a lack of excitement other than horrid spouts of jealousy (especially over her new boss now) and emotional outbursts. He was 6 foot tall with short blonde hair and a thin build. They had been getting along up until the last 2 months when he had begun to rush their wedding. Things were at a comfortable lull beforehand but not exciting.
Her friends had continually asked her why they were engaged and getting married. Now she was second guessing it.
Meridian had been working for Marcus Benedict for about 1 week. He is the International CEO of Benedict Imports and self made billionaire.
It was Monday and he normally worked nights but he wanted to be able to work out Meridian's work schedule. Who was she to complain about working as a 2nd assistant to a man who liked to work nights? She would be working by herself most of the time. He would be working with the first assistant at night.
He was a very attractive man which Meridian's fiancé was sure to remind her of continually in rages of jealousy. Marcus was a good 6 foot 3, dark black hair to his shoulders that he kept tied back neatly, olive skin tone, nice build and of course she couldn't miss his emerald eyes. He was always pristine in his appearance and wearing very expensive Italian suits. He came off as commanding as she was sure the position called for. She was still figuring him out.
She had trained with the night assistant during the first week. This was the first week they had worked exclusively together. The night assistant was quite charming, Cynthia Le Vain, yes even Cynthia had laughed and said "you know if my husband wasn't so cute I'd have never taken his last name".
The office employees were a bit odd but she'd take odd any day over working in a boring office of drones. She had noticed the normal smells of food that most offices get during lunch and breaks was not evident there. The office had more of a metallic smell. She liked that the office had a very high amount of security to the building and constant guards walking around.
Monday was a normal day and she was able to finish quite a bit of work that had been put on hold until she was hired. Today Mr. Benedict wanted to go over her coming up with proposals for a new client welcome party towards the end of summer. They were scheduled to meet at 3 pm to go over the details of what he wanted to accomplish.
She knocked on his door and when he said enter she asked if he was ready to go over the New Client Welcome Event.
"Can I call you Meridian? I'm sorry I'm running late."
"Of course Sir, Meridian is fine" she replied.
"Meridian, call me Marcus. I'll come get you when I'm finished. Would you have a problem staying late so we can make some headway on the project?" he asked.
"Not a problem. There's plenty of other work to be done" she said.
"Hopefully this won't take long; I'll come get you soon."
He walked around at 4:00 looking for her finding her reorganizing the supply closet. "Hi Meridian, I'm ready now. Sorry for the delay. You do know you could have the receptionist reorganize that or one of the other assistants?" giving her a puzzled look.
"Ok so you've found out my problem, I'm a bit Obsessive Compulsive and one hour reorganizing the closet will save me hours later and avoid a possible mental break down" she said.
She grabbed her folders and they went to his office table to go over the objective of the event.
He kept losing his train of thought. Damn, she smells so good what is that roses and Egyptian musk. The musk reminded him of his vacation to the pyramids in Egypt. The roses reminded him of home. His mother had roses outside of their home in ancient Greece. It reminded him of his childhood. The smell of her was that of sex, vacation and home. He couldn't imagine a better smell. It was obvious this was not some perfume from any store. It was unique to her.
He kept thinking how he'd love to pull play with her hair; wondering how long it was and wanting to run his hands through it. She always wears intricate buns and up styles with very little hair hanging down. He could see his hands removing the hair pins and running through her hair. He kept thinking how he'd love to run his hands over her waist to see just how tiny she was. Then his thoughts really got away from him.
I'd love to pull her on my lap and kiss those beautiful full lips of hers. I'd pull her skirt up having her straddle my lap and put my face in between her small but pert cleavage. And of course I look down now and see she wears garters with stockings.
I could just see that tiny body of hers on top of me sliding up and down my thick cock. God, she's so tiny I wonder if I would fit. I could slide my finger over her clit and rub while using my other hand to guide her up and down. I bet she has gorgeous pert breasts with nipples the color of pink roses against that porcelain skin. I could cup her breast with my palm, clamp my teeth over one of her hard nipples and run my tongue against the tiny captured bud. Then I could bend that tight little ass of hers over this table, with one hand on her lower back and rub her clit with my other hand while I fuck her from behind.
