A Billion Dollar Arrangement

 

 

By Michelle Love

Angela Hayes is a beautiful city girl who longs for some excitement and fulfillment in her love life. She has a great job at a huge marketing company and she just learned that the company's billionaire CEO will be making an appearance at her branch.

 

Anderson Cromby is a sexy billionaire playboy who is every woman's fantasy. He's tall, dark, and handsome, and rich beyond words. He could have any woman he wanted, but he has his eyes on the vibrant young Angela.

 

Angela thought she was content having casual flings here and there, and she enjoys being in control of things. But when the billionaire Anderson brings his dominating personality and sexual possessiveness into her world, he turns it upside down—in a good way!

What She Wants Part 1

 

A Metropolitan Affair

 

The bubble bath was piping hot. Angela had used the special bubble bath additive that her mother, Karen, had given her for her thirty-second birthday last month. It was delightful, and it smelled great as it moisturized. She glanced at the nozzle of her bath, the one that spewed forth high pressure hot water at the push of a button. She thought of the many lonely nights she’d had right here in her dingy little apartment, where that nozzle had been her best friend. The nozzle didn’t cancel dates; it didn’t give excuses. It just pleased you.

Angela Hayes was a young woman much like any other her age. She had been out of school for eight years and was working in the city as a law clerk. She hoped to one day make it through law school and become a full-fledged practicing lawyer in her own right. She was Italian-American by descent, and had a huge family that was scattered across the state. Her father had passed away on Christmas day two years before, and her mother lived alone in an apartment that was even smaller than hers, on the other side of town.

Angela felt bad for her mom, truly, and tried to visit her as often as her work and social life permitted. Her five younger brothers and two sisters were mostly all married off and had their own lives and careers. A few of them were businesspeople, and the rest were tradespeople— electricians and plumbers and the like. Overall, most of the people in her family seemed happy with their lives, and Angela was grateful for that. They usually all got together on the big holidays and Easter was coming up, so she looked forward to a nice reunion then.

As Angela lay back in her luxurious one-woman spa and glanced at the nozzle, she wondered when she would find a sweet man who could be with her, pleasure her, and share a life with her. Angela didn’t date very often. She found most men her age were immature and just weren’t ready for a serious commitment, which was strange because she was thirty-two and that was considered a fairly late point in a person’s life to be settling down.

She had heard stories of couples hooking up through those online dating sites, and that seemed to be a fairly popular option these days, but Angela was just too much of a romantic to go down that route. All her friends were trying it, but she just had a different picture of how she was going to meet her soulmate. She was going to meet him at a benefit, for instance, and their eyes were going to lock from across the room. He was going to approach her from across the dance floor and hold out a hand. “Care to dance?” he would say. They would have a romantic dance; his hand would caress the small of her back; and they would get lost in each other’s gaze.

That was how it was supposed to happen. That was how it would happen. She promised herself that night that she wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfection in her romantic life, for it would be worth it when the time came. She reached for the nozzle and spread her legs, lowering it into position.

After her bath, she put on a beautiful silk robe and moved into her living room. She plopped down on her comfortable couch and grabbed the remote. She flipped through the channels until she came to the news channel. Apparently there was a big takeover at the city’s largest consulting firm and this bid would result in the largest company of its kind in the country. She could already imagine the share prices skyrocketing. Too bad she didn’t own any of those shares, she thought.

After a few more minutes, it was revealed that Angela’s law firm would be handling the majority of the legal work surrounding this takeover. It was Saturday today, so she had another day of rest ahead of her, but she knew that Monday would be chaotic. She could already picture her boss bellowing orders at her and the staff. She shuddered briefly.

Finally, she decided that it was time to turn off the TV and go to bed. She walked over to her bedroom, passing by the fridge to get a quick snack of a piece of cheese and some fruit, and then brushed her teeth and got into bed.

That night she dreamed of the merger, and of the new CEO, Anderson Cromby, who would be taking charge. He was a very handsome man who dressed well and had nothing but the finest tastes in the arts, sports, and whatever else he was passionate about. He also happened to be a billionaire, having made his fortune in investing in technology companies, and was only a little older than Angela. She had heard all of this through the grapevine at work. And now, perhaps, she might even get a chance to be in the same room as him—a chance to meet him!

Her dream was pleasant. She and Anderson were dancing together at a ball and he had some really smooth moves. Then he asked her to come back to his expensive penthouse in the city and they cuddled and watched movies together until the sun came up. When Angela woke in the morning, she was left with a longing in her core, for it was obvious to her, through the dream, that she needed a male companion. She needed one badly.

She showered, got dressed, and made herself breakfast. The clock only showed 7:30 a.m., so she had a couple of hours before she had to start getting ready for the day. She spent that extra time at the gym working out. She loved working out in the mornings. It made her feel good all day, and it also made her feel good about her already stunning body. She looked great for a woman her age. Men had even confused her for a twenty year old on several occasions.

Her plan for today, once she had finished her routine, was to meet Maxine for brunch at the Carlisle club across town. Maxine Palmer was her closest friend. They had known each other since college. Maxine was a professional tennis player and spent her time traveling from circuit to circuit. She made quite a lot of money doing that. She wasn’t quite at the highest level yet, but she was getting there. She was also married, to an accountant named Henry Palmer. They were happily married and Maxine had recently told Angela that she was expecting. The two of them couldn’t have been happier. They even said that they wanted Angela to be the kid’s godmother when he was born.

Angela didn’t drive, so she took a taxi all the way to the Carlisle club and entered the large wooden doors. She was greeted by a doorman who offered to show her the way to anywhere she needed to go.

“That’s okay,” said Angela. “I’ve been here before.”

The doorman nodded and smiled pleasantly. Angela walked over to the dining area and approached the busboy.

“Angela, for two,” she said. He showed her to a beautiful table by a large glass window overlooking the street below. Maxine was already seated and was engaged in smelling the floral decorations that adorned their table.

“Hiya, babe!” exclaimed Angela excitedly.

“Darling!” responded Maxine, rising to hug her dear friend, who returned the loving embrace. “You look great, girlfriend!” she said.

“So do you!” responded Angela. “You are positively radiant!”

“Not bad for three months, eh?” said Maxine jovially, and she twirled around for her friend to see how great she looked.

“Let’s order some seafood! And I’ll get a sangria!” suggested Angela happily.

“You and your sangria. I’ll get an orange juice, and I will enjoy it!”

They ordered their meals and within about fifteen minutes they arrived. They each had a shrimp cocktail, and an assortment of cheeses, crackers, and fruit was set out before them. They hungrily ate, all the while chitchatting about their respective lives.

Maxine was complaining that she was missing training time because of the pregnancy. Angela was saying how nervous she was about the big deal that was cooking in the merger world.

“I’m sure you’ll knock them dead, Angela,” said Maxine reassuringly.

“Thanks, buddy,” said Angela, and forced herself to smile in return.

After their bill was paid and their bellies were full, they decided to go for a steam in the club’s steam room. They walked up the stairs to the workout area and wandered into the changing room. They got undressed and Maxine’s smooth black skin was positively radiant. Angela could see where her belly bulged out as only a woman who was just finishing her first trimester could.

Angela took off her clothes and hung them in one of the wooden cupboards. She draped a town around herself and the two friends walked to the steam room. It was very hot and moist inside the room, and they took a seat in the far corner. There were two other women sitting opposite of them engaged in a discussion. They were talking about the big merger and about Anderson Cromby, who would be the new CEO. Maxine was quiet, settling into the comforts of the steam room. So Angela listened.

“You know, he is just so dreamy. Most CEOs are old and unappealing,” said the first woman.

“I know. You know, he looks a little bit like my husband, Ron. Minus the red hair, of course. Anderson’s hair is so thick and brown. I would love to run my fingers through it. I would love to get ahold of him and do things to him,” said the second woman.

“Tell me about it. I mean, I would just take his dick in my mouth and suck it like there’s no tomorrow!” said the first woman.

“Erica!” said the second woman, embarrassed. “There are two other people here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you two. I hope we are not disturbing you,” said Erica.

“No, it’s okay,” said Angela reassuringly. “Believe me, our mouths are much dirtier. This is my friend Maxine, and I’m Angela. Nice to meet you two.”

After the steam room, the two friends went back to Angela’s place and put in a DVD. They lounged there for a few hours watching the movie, until they decided it was time to do something different.

“So, what are you going to do if you actually get to meet Anderson Cromby?” asked Maxine.

“What do you mean, what will I do? I’ll just play it cool, like I normally do. He wouldn’t be the only man who was ever interested in me, by any stretch,” replied Angela.

“No, but if you do meet him he will likely be the first billionaire you have ever met,” retorted Maxine.

“That’s true. Okay, so you want to know my honest feelings? I haven’t made up my mind yet. He seems great, but what are the chances he would go for a woman like me? Who knows if he’s really my type or not? There are just so many unanswerables.”

“Well, I guess you’re right. This is all just conjecture at this point. But it’s fun to dream, huh?”

“I swear, Maxine, sometimes I think you are psychic. I actually had a dream about him last night.”

“You don’t say! I’d love to hear all about it.”

The two friends spent the rest of the afternoon lounging about and talking about various things. Maxine kept reminding Angela that she might have the opportunity to meet Anderson. It was almost as if Maxine wanted Angela to get into a serious relationship. Angela wasn’t sure if she wanted that or not. She just wanted a dreamy guy to fool around with. She didn’t quite know if she was ready for a serious commitment or not.

Work Habits

 

The following morning at work, Angela settled into her regular routine. She answered some phone calls, sent out a few emails, and chatted with her coworkers. The main topic was clearly the firm’s new acquisition of Anderson’s new conglomerate file.

Handling the merger would be a big task, and there was lots of work to be done. It would take years to fully sort out all the paperwork, but Angela’s firm was the best in the city at handling that sort of thing. In the afternoon there was a staff meeting in which Eric Taylor, the firm’s president, laid out the details of the file, dispelled myths, and answered questions about what the new business would require. Apparently Anderson would be paying a visit to the firm the next day, as he wanted to see what kind of business theirs was.

Angela couldn’t help but get goosebumps when Eric said that Anderson wanted to meet everybody. That meant he would be circulating around her part of the office and perhaps they would have a chance bump-in. Angela made a mental note to wear her best suit. She even decided that she would go for a hair appointment that evening and get a mani-pedi as well.

After the staff meeting, the rest of the day seemed to fly by. Everyone was abuzz about the news, and it seemed as though all the women in the office were already starting to swoon over Anderson’s announced arrival.

That evening, as Angela was getting her manicure, she made small talk with her manicure artist. She was a short Asian lady with beautiful brown eyes and long black hair. She looked to be in her early twenties. She hadn’t heard of Anderson Cromby, however. Angela tried to explain to her how important a man he was, but she didn’t seem to be excited about him. Perhaps it was only businesswomen who understood exactly how much of a catch this bachelor was. Although, the fact that he was a billionaire probably should have set the manicure artist off.

What would I do if I was a billionaire? Angela thought. She realized that she could have whatever life she dreamed of if she was privy to that much money. She could imagine it now: skiing trips, lavish vacations in the Caribbean, expensive yachts, caviar and champagne … the dream was endless. But she hadn’t even met this guy yet, and already she was imagining what kind of lifestyle they would have together. Get a hold of yourself, Angela.

Angela paid the bill and left the spa. She was only a couple of blocks away from her home, so she decided to walk it. As she was walking, she bumped into an old acquaintance of hers.

It was Mark Stevenson. They had gone to college together. She had studied art history and he was a biology major. They had been great friends. There had always been a lot of flirting between them, but nothing had ever happened. She had thought he was cute; in fact, most of the girls back then thought he was cute. He was tall, about six-foot-one, and had a muscular build. He had well-kept thick black hair that was parted to one side. His face lit up when he recognized who he had bumped into.

“Angela!” he exclaimed very excitedly. “Fancy meeting you here!”

“Likewise! What are you doing in this part of the city?” asked Angela.

“Just going for a stroll. I am in real estate now, and I was just appraising a building not too far from here. Is this where you live? Gosh, Angela, you look great. We should go for a drink sometime. You know, to catch up, for old time’s sake.”

“How about right now?” she ventured.

Mark could see in her eyes that she was dead serious. He could also tell, past her fierce bravado, that she was incredibly horny. She needed to get laid, badly. And so he jumped all over it, as any warm-blooded heterosexual man would have.

She leaned into him and grabbed his crotch. He could smell her womanly scent and whatever mild eau-de-toilette she was wearing.

“I want you to fuck me, Mark.” she whispered plainly in his ear. “Fuck me like you never did in college. I have learned a thing or two since then.”

Mark got hard in his pants and her grip tightened. She could already tell he was a good size. She stroked him through the fabric of his linen suit-pants, and Mark let out a sigh of release.

“Where do you live?” he asked.

“A few blocks away.”

They walked hand in hand to her apartment, took the elevator up to her floor, and immediately started undressing one another as they entered through the door. Their clothes were scattered all over Angela’s apartment.

They worked their way to the bed, making out as they went. Angela took off her shirt, then her bra, and then her pants. In her red satin panties, she felt very naked—and loved it. Mark removed his shirt and pants and took off his underwear. His giant manhood bounced to attention and he had a full hard-on. It looked as though he measured in the eight or nine inch range.

Angela grabbed him and pushed him down onto her bed. She stood there for a few moments, hovering above the bed, taking a moment before diving in.

He scanned her body. Her tits were even more perfect than he had imagined. They were full and round and hung in perfect teardrop fashion. He thought to himself wistfully that she could have been on the cover of Playboy. That was how perfect she looked.

When she slid out of her panties, he could see that she was completely shaved down there. She crawled onto the bed next to him and placed a hand on his erection.

She whispered into his ear, “I have dreamed of this ever since college. What is your fantasy?”

“I want to fuck you good, Angela,” said Mark honestly. “I have always dreamed of ravaging that perfect body.”

“Then let’s get to it.”

They fucked passionately for close to half an hour. Mark’s rhythmic penetration was exactly what Angela had needed. She came a few times during their fuck session, and at last Mark said he was close. She sucked him off the rest of the way and swallowed his manly load. After they finished, they crawled under the covers next to each other and cuddled for what seemed like an eternity.

Later that evening, after a brief nap in which the two lovers lay nestled in each other’s arms, Angela got up to take a shower. When she came back into her bedroom, there was no sign of Mark, just a note that he had jotted down and left on her unmade bed. It read:

Dear Angela,

I had a wonderful time this evening. I don’t want this to turn into one of those ‘things,’ so I’ll just say that I’ll be around. You can reach me at the number on my business card, which I am leaving.”

Angela could read between the lines. She’d had no notion that their engagement this evening would lead to a relationship. That’s not what she wanted with him anyway. She had just wanted sex with a hot guy. And he had delivered.

A big smile made its way across her face as she crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash. She took his card, which had his business address, telephone number, and email address on it and placed it in her purse. That night, as she lay in bed, thoughts of sex and romance made their way into her dreams. She had the distinct feeling that her life was going to take a drastic turn for the better. In many ways, it already had.

The next day at the office, Angela was very nervous and excited at the same time. This was when the big news was going to be released to the staff. She wore her best outfit and looked great. She even received some compliments from her co-workers on how great she looked. The morning passed by fairly quickly and after lunch she didn’t have a lot of work to do, so she called up Maxine to check in and see how she was doing. Maxine had a tennis match that morning and at that point was at home icing her ankle, since she had twisted it.

“Have you seen him yet?” asked Maxine.

“No, replied Angela. Not yet.”

Finally, at around 4:00 in the afternoon, her boss got the staff together and let them know that Anderson would be coming by the office to “check things out,” so everyone was supposed to be on their best behavior and put their best foot forward.

When Anderson arrived with about four other lawyers as his entourage, Angela’s heart skipped a beat. He was very attractive, about 6’0, and had thick, dark brown hair and blue eyes. He seemed to be walking very quickly and scanning the area, as if to get a quick impression on how things were done around the office. He didn’t really spend time in any particular area, but just kind of perused around at his leisure. He then walked up to Eric and shook his hand. They discussed some matters for a few minutes. Angela couldn’t really tell what they were talking about. But Eric kept nodding and smiling.

Anderson’s eyes surveyed the room. At one point, Angela could have sworn that Anderson made eye contact with her, but it was sort of impossible to tell. Finally, Anderson turned around, walked back to the elevator, and took it back down to the ground floor with his entourage. That was as close as Angela got to Anderson that day. What a thrill.

After work, Maxine and Henry invited Angela over to their condo, which was on the other side of town. The plan was to have a nice seafood dinner and then watch a DVD from their extensive collection. The dinner went really well. Henry described in detail the challenges he was having at work. Apparently the accountants at work were changing some of the standards to be used in practice yet again, which meant that he would have to either go back to school or learn a ton of new information on his own. Angela and Maxine sympathized with him as much as possible. Then the discussion turned to Maxine’s pregnancy once again.

“So when is the due date?” asked Angela.

“In exactly six months, as of yesterday. I am so excited! We both are!” Maxine held Henry’s hand.

“And do you know the sex of the baby yet?”

“It is still a bit too soon to tell,” said Henry. “We have names planned out though, regardless of the sex. We are thinking William if it’s a boy and Tracy if it’s a girl.”

“Those are lovely names,” said Angela. “Say, not to change the subject, but what movie do you guys want to watch tonight? I am soooo in a lounging type of mood. Today at work was so exciting.”

“Did you see him?” asked Maxine.

“Wait—who are we talking about?” interrupted Henry.

“Oh,” continued Maxine. “Angela’s company is handing the legal work for a big takeover. Anderson Cromby’s conglomerate is buying the biggest consulting firm in the city. It’s really big news. Angela was hoping to get a glimpse of Anderson today.”

“And I did!” exclaimed Angela.

“Congratulations, then!” said Henry, chuckling to himself.

“He was so dreamy, you guys,” said Angela. “His eyes were amazing. They were so big and blue. You could tell that he had a really generous spirit. And it’s no wonder that he is the CEO. I mean, I only caught one glimpse of him but he seemed really smart. And so attractive. I wonder where he works out.”

“If you found out where his gym was maybe you could go work out there as well and ‘accidentally’ bump into him,” suggested Maxine.

“Say, that’s a good idea. I wonder how one would find out that kind of information,” puzzled Angela.

“You could probably do some sleuthing,” continued Maxine helpfully. “Call his assistant and pretend to be a staff member at a gym. Then just ask when he is planning on returning. Say he left a document in the changing room or something. If you ask to confirm which location he works out at, they are bound to give you that information.”

It was a good idea. Angela mulled it over for a while and decided it was worth a shot. During their movie, which followed dinner, thoughts and ideas of what it might be like to bump into Anderson Cromby danced in her mind. She couldn’t wait to get to work the next day.

After the evening was over, Angela thanked both Maxine and Henry for a wonderful time. She gave a special thanks to Maxine for her wonderful “sleuthing” suggestion. She left their condo, took a cab across downtown, and arrived at her own apartment. She got ready for bed and within moments was asleep.

The next morning, she skipped her early morning workout and went straight to work. She arrived at the office early and searched on the internet for Anderson Cromby. She was able to find the line to his assistant and saved it to her desktop. She was going to call around noon, when she knew that the assistant would be in the office. 

An Occasional Meeting

Angela picked up the phone and dialed the number to Anderson’s assistant. The phone rang several times, and no one was picking up. Angela’s heart was pounding a mile a minute. Finally, a woman’s voice came on the phone and said, “Anderson Cromby and Associates.”

Angela wasted no time getting in the role. “Uh, yes, hi,” she started. “My name is Rachel Goodale, calling from the Carlisle Club. It seems we have a document here with Mr. Cromby’s name and phone number on it. He must have left it here during one of his workouts. Could you tell me which location he will be at next, so I can have the documents made available for him?”

“Sure thing,” said the assistant. “He will be at the King Street location this evening. That’s where Mr. Cromby always works out. And it’s always in the evenings. He gets there at about 8:00 p.m.”

“Thank you very much,” continued Angela. “You have been very helpful. We will see to it that he gets these back. Cheers.”

Angela hung up the phone and noticed that her heart was racing. Tonight was going to be her big chance to meet Anderson face-to-face. All she would have to do was find a way to bump into him, and then turn on her charm so that he fell for her. She decided that she would get there a bit early and scope out the premises.

7:00 a.m. should be good, she thought. She would have to pay some consideration to what to wear. She thought she would go for a black leotard and Nike sneakers. She would wear her hair up, as if she had just been working out. A sports bra would also be a good idea, not that she needed it. Her breasts were full and large and looked great with or without that extra support. She wondered whether or not she should invite Maxine to tag along. She might get a thrill from watching Angela bump into Anderson. She decided she would call her and ask. At the very least they could have an early dinner at the club before she got into her workout attire and made plans to bump into him. She called Maxine at home.

“Hi, Maxine?” she asked after a few rings.

“Yes, hi, Angela. What’s up? Did you call the gym?” asked Maxine.

“Yes, I did. Everything is going according to plan. He arrives at the club at 8:00 p.m. to work out. I am going to arrange to be there then and bump into him. I was wondering if you’d like to grab an early dinner beforehand. We could have some smoked salmon and cheese or something.”

“That sounds wonderful. Should I meet you there at around 5:30 p.m., then?”

“Yes, that sounds good. And bring Henry if he wants to come. I’ve gotta get into my workout gear by 7:00 p.m. if I’m going to have a good chance of meeting him. Also, I wouldn’t mind working out a little bit myself.”

“Wonderful, see you then,” said Maxine and she hung up the phone.

The rest of the day was spent in consternation for Angela. She realized that this was going to be a huge personal leap forward, if she could get into Anderson’s life. It would also be a leap professionally. If she got in with Anderson, there might be new opportunities for her.

Finally, after the day finished, she made her way home and got changed. She put her sweats on over her black leotard and sports bra and laced up her sneakers. She made her way over to the club at 5:30 p.m. to meet with Maxine and Henry. They hadn’t arrived yet, so she sat down at one of the glass tables near a big window that overlooked the street below.

The table was adorned with beautiful flowers. A few minutes later, Maxine and Henry arrived and smile broadly at Angela. They shook hands and hugged and took their seats.

After they ordered the smoked salmon, crackers, and a cheese platter, the discussion turned to Angela’s plans.

“So, are you really going through with this?” asked Henry.

“You bet,” responded Angela. “I am really excited. I have seen the man from afar, but never up close and personal. This should be an exciting evening.”

“It sounds like you’ve fallen for him already,” mused Henry. “This must be quite the man, if the invincible Angela could have feelings for him.”

Angela couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, let’s just say that I have had dreams about him.”

“So he is literally the man of your dreams,” said Maxine laughingly.

“I suppose so,” said Angela. She seemed serious now, as if she was contemplating the turning of tides in her life.

Henry lit up a Cuban cigar and blew some smoke rings. They still had a few minutes before Angela was planning on heading for the gym. Henry offered Angela one of his cigars, but she declined. Then he passed his to her and she accepted. She blew a few smoke rings herself before passing it back. She had always loved the smell and taste of a nice cigar. She didn’t smoke them often, but relished the opportunities to do so.

When it was time to head to the gym, Angela excused herself politely and said goodbye to her two friends. She made her way to the elevator and rode it down to the second floor. She entered the women’s changing room and made her way to her locker. There was a beautiful young woman taking off her clothes next to her. She seemed to be of Mediterranean descent, with beautiful, olive-colored skin and thick black hair that fell all the way down to the small of her back. Her breasts were ripe and perky, her nipples standing erect.

Angela watched her out of the corner of her eye as she threw on a cotton robe and walked barefooted over to the steam room. Angela had never been sexually attracted to women, but she did appreciate their beauty. Angela got dressed and headed for the workout area. It was a quarter past seven.

Angela busied herself on one of the cardio bikes. She decided that getting in a workout before bumping into Anderson was probably a good idea. She spent about twenty minutes doing cardio, then moved over to free-weights. She believed in getting toned and always tried to incorporate the weights into her routine. They helped to burn off excess calories throughout the day, and Angela was the type of person who always ate what she wanted. She did not believe in yo-yo dieting.

Finally, at a few minutes before 8:00 p.m., Angela moved to the main doors. Then, lo and behold, Anderson Cromby opened the doors and stepped over the threshold of the gym. He was wearing a purple tank top and black shorts with white socks and blue sneakers. He made brief eye contact with Angela and gave her a brief smile.

He smiled at me!

Angela’s gaze shifted towards Anderson’s arms, which were very muscular. She realized that he must be a regular at the gym. It was time to act. Angela swiftly moved into her pre-rehearsed actions, and dropped her pink water bottle directly in front of him. Anderson made a move for the water bottle to help pick it up. At the same time, Angela leaned in for it and the two bumped into each other.

“Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Angela. “I am so sorry!”

“That’s quite all right!” responded Anderson.

He picked up the water bottle and handed it to Angela. They made eye contact again for the second time. This time their gaze held on a little longer. Then Anderson sized her up briefly, his eyes making their way from her chest down to her legs and then back up again. She could see why he was so successful. She could tell he was really good at judging a person right off the bat. And, fortunately for Angela, his initial opinion of her was very positive.

“Say,” he began. “I’ve never seen you before at this gym. Do you come here often to exercise?”

“Actually, I just come here to scope out the cute guys,” she mused.

Anderson laughed. His laugh was a thing of beauty, medium-pitched and very masculine, right from the gut.

“Well, have you been successful?” asked Anderson, continuing on with the flirtatious joke.

“Not until now,” replied Angela. Her voice had suddenly taken a more serious tone. She reached out, grabbed his upper arm, and squeezed it gently.

Anderson gulped. Then his face went completely serious.

“Well, perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I invited you to dinner this Friday night?”

“That would be wonderful. My name’s Angela Hayes.”

“Anderson Cromby. The pleasure is all mine.”

Angela withdrew her hand and put it up to her mouth, tracing her full pouty lips and staring at him longingly, giving him her sexiest look. She didn’t even have to fake it; she was truly horny about this amazing man.

“Carolina’s is a beautiful new Italian place that just opened up on 7th. I have been meaning to check it out. Give my friend here your address and I’ll pick you up at 6:00 p.m.” And with that, Anderson gave her another smile and wandered over to the weight machines.

Angela gave her information to his friend, who was a huge black guy who obviously lifted weights. She wondered if he was his friend or his bodyguard. Not wanting to jinx the moment any further, she quickly made her way back into the changing room.

That night she watched TV and dreamed about what was to come. She couldn’t believe how perfectly her plan had been carried out. Friday was just two days away! She did not know how she was going to wait that long. Her phone beeped and she checked it. It was Mark Stevenson, sending her a text. It read:

Hi Angela. Was thinking of you the other day. I am around your area again tonight looking at a new condo. Was wondering if I could stop by with a DVD and some popcorn.

Angela had had a lot of fun with Mark the last time they got together. She decided that seeing Mark tonight might be a good idea. After all, it was still early. So she messaged him back, telling him that it was okay if he came over.

Angela got in the tub and waited for Mark to send her another message, letting her know that he was there. She looked at her nozzle and, not for the first time, wondered if she should use it to make herself feel better. She also wondered if she should use it to make herself warmed up for Mark. She added some bath bubbles and leaned back. Her bathtub was fully outfitted with jets, which were currently massaging her back. She leaned back and let the botanical extracts seep into her skin.

Several minutes went by. She let thoughts of Anderson creep through her mind. She was not sure when she was actually going to be able to sleep with him. Perhaps sleeping with Mark tonight might just be the next best thing. All of a sudden, her phone beeped again. She checked the message. Mark had arrived. She told him to come on upstairs and to come straight to the bathroom. She didn’t hear any argument from Mark’s end.

A few moments later, Mark opened the door to her apartment and let himself in. He was dressed in an overcoat and a fine Italian gray suit. The sounds of his loafers on the hardwood floors reverberated throughout the small apartment. He entered the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. He was carrying a bottle of champagne in one hand and a DVD and some popcorn in the other.

“Where should I put my jacket?” he asked.

“What’s the matter, Mark? No ‘hello’?” responded Angela coyly.

“A thousand pardons, miss. Hello, greetings, and salutations to the nicest piece of ass I have ever known.”

Angela laughed despite herself. “That’s better. Now come over here so I can get a better look at you. I want to feel that suit. It looks like it was really expensive.”

“If the deal that I’m currently working on goes through, I will be able to buy many like it. And I will be able to take you out to any restaurant you want. Any restaurant in town that you deserve. Hell, I can already do that.”

“Yes, but it is our dates here that I enjoy the most,” said Angela.

Mark approached the tub and sat on its edge. “I can barely see you through all the bubbles,”’ he said.

“I look about the same as I did last time we hooked up. Or have you forgotten?”

“I could never forget what you look like.”

Mark cupped his hands into the bath and took some of the bubbles into his palm. He flicked them at Angela playfully. Then Angela grabbed his hand, spread her knees wide apart, and directed it down into the bath between her thighs. Mark’s powerful hand grazed the inside of one of her thighs and found its way to her snatch. He inserted a finger and began fucking her in the water.

Angela leaned her head back and moaned. It felt really good. Almost as good as it would feel when Anderson eventually inserted more than just a finger in there.

After a few moments, Mark stood up and removed his coat, hanging it on a hook that was conveniently positioned on the back of the bathroom door. He stood up and took in the beautiful sight of Angela—naked except for bubbles.

“What are you doing, Mark?” asked Angela.

“Admiring you,” he replied.

“How do I look?” asked Angela playfully.

“You look like a lot of things. You look like a Greek goddess. You look like an Italian-American beauty. You look like the paintings I see of naked women at the Art Gallery. You look like Angela Hayes.”

“Do I look like someone who is going to get fucked tonight?”

“It is definitely possible. Any room in that bath for a second person?”

“Not in this bath, no. But I am just about to get out.”

Angela rose to her knees in the tub and then placed one of her feet on the outside tiles, bringing herself to a standing position. She then turned off the tub’s jets and opened up the drain. She beckoned to Mark to hand her one of the towels that was hanging on the hook. He handed it to her, noticing how soft and supple it was in his hand. She tied it around herself and then left the bathroom, making her way to her bedroom. Mark followed obediently, unable to take his eyes off of her. 

Metropolitan Fun

Angela chose her most comfortable pajamas from her drawer. They felt really good on her smooth skin. She let the towel drop and then bent over at the waist. She knew that Mark was scanning her body all the while, and that he was getting a great view of her pussy from behind. The thought of him looking at her and getting aroused got her aroused as well. She felt herself getting wet.

Once dressed in her pajamas, she grabbed Mark by the hand and led him over to the couch, which was positioned in front of her large flat-screen TV.

“What movie did you get?” she asked.

“Forrest Gump,” he said. “I hope that’s okay with you.”

“It absolutely is. I love that movie. Tom Hanks is one of my favorite actors,” responded Angela.

“Perfect,” he said. “You look great in those PJs, by the way. You also looked great without them on.”

Angela looked over at Mark, who was sitting beside her, and winked. She moved her hand over to his lap and massaged him through the fabric of his suit pants.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable? Take off that jacket.”

Mark took off his jacket and placed it on one of the chairs in the living room. He then loosened his tie and draped it over the same chair. He sat back down on the couch. Angela noticed that there was a significant bulge in his trousers. She decided she wanted to do something about it.

She slowly unzipped his fly and then released his erect member. She remembered this penis so well from the last time they were together. It was a fine looking cock, cut, muscular, throbbing, and dying to have some release. She knelt down in front of him and gazed into his eyes. He looked back at her and smiled.

She then removed his pants completely and slid down his boxers. She cupped his testicles with one hand and placed her mouth on the tip of his manhood. She kissed his cock, working her way from the tip all the way to the base. She then used her tongue to dance circles around his balls, and lick back up the shaft. Then she took him in her mouth and began bobbing her head, fucking his cock with her wet mouth.

A few minutes of this and Mark grabbed the back of her head. He was ready to explode. He let loose in her mouth and she hungrily swallowed up all his cum. Having finished what she thought was a fine blowjob, and scooting back onto the couch beside him, she cuddled up next to his chest.

The movie was half over before Mark turned his head and kissed the top of Angela’s thick, brown hair.

“God, you are beautiful,” he said in a very sincere tone. “I could get used to this.”

“I love you coming over here as well. But you haven’t made do with your promise yet. You said you were going to fuck me.”

Angela tilted her head up and gazed into Mark’s big blue eyes. Mark leaned in for a kiss, and Angela also kissed him back. She slid her fingers through Mark’s black hair and began passionately making out with him. Then he leaned into her, and she leaned back onto the couch. He positioned himself on top of her and slid down her pajama bottoms.

“Condoms are in the dresser over there,” she said matter-of-factly.

Mark grabbed a condom and put it on. He then entered her and they began making love. Ten minutes into their lovemaking, Angela was on the cusp of an orgasm. She began panting and screaming his name.

“Mark! Mark! Oh, yes,” she exclaimed.

Mark was ready to come at the same moment, and the two of them climaxed in ecstasy together. Then Mark withdrew and disposed of the used condom. They lay together in each other’s arms, cuddling and watching the rest of the movie. That night, they slept together in her large bed.

Mark had to get up early, at around 6:00 a.m., to go home and get dressed for a sales meeting. Angela kissed him goodbye and lazed in bed for another hour. She couldn’t seem to get a foolish high school girlish grin off her face. Between the sex with Mark and her date with Anderson coming up, things were going pretty well in her life.

Angela decided to call Maxine before work. Whenever she felt happy, she felt the need to share the feeling with her best friend. Maxine picked up after a few rings.

“Girlfriend!” she stated excitedly.

“I just had to call you!” exclaimed Angela. “I have so much good news. I have a date with Anderson for Friday at Carolina’s, and I slept with Mark last night.”

“You’re on a roll, girlfriend!” Maxine exclaimed. “Share some of those good vibes with me!”

“Oh, you are doing great too,” said Angela sympathetically. “You’ve got a great husband. And a baby on the way!”

“I bet soon you and Mr. Cromby will be able to say the same thing. Any idea what you are going to name the child?”

Angela laughed. “Don’t start with me, Maxine! Anyway, have a great day. I am going to somehow make it through mine, even though I am very excited about Friday. I’ll talk to you later.”

That day at the office, Angela went through some basic paperwork. She had to touch base with some of her clients’ offices to make sure their timelines were in sync. Eric stopped by her cubicle to see how things were going. They chatted for a while.

Angela had always been able to get along well with Eric. He was a very good boss, very fair and reasonable. Today, he seemed extra excited given the merger and the fact that Anderson’s conglomerate would now be their major client.

“This is big stuff, Angela,” he said. “Once everything gets finalized, there are going to be a lot of new positions opening up. Keep working hard; there could be some new opportunities for you. You are one of our hardest workers.”

Angela could only smile and respond with a heartfelt, “Thank you, sir.”

During her lunch break, Angela decided to call her mother. It had been a week or two since they had last spoken, and she wanted to get an update about how her life was going. Angela loved her mother with all her heart. Ever since her Dad had passed away, Karen was basically the only immediate family that she had. Her closest sister, Rosalie, was off getting her Master’s degree at the other end of the country, and could only afford to visit home on special occasions. Since Karen lived in the city as well, Angela always tried to make the most of their proximity and keep close ties with her.

Angela picked up her phone and dialed her mother’s number.

“Hello?” Karen answered.

“Hi, Mom!” exclaimed Angela excitedly.

“Darling! How are you? It’s been a week since I’ve heard from you! I’ve been seeing your law firm in the news. Looks like some exciting stuff is happening.”

“You bet, Mom! Things couldn’t be better. I just had a talk with Eric, who says there will be a whole bunch of new opportunities now that we are getting such a major client.”

“Such wonderful news, Angela. Any other news? Anything with a new boyfriend, perhaps?” Angela’s mother was always very curious about whether or not Angela was settling down. She wanted to see her oldest daughter happy. And she often said that she wanted to have grandchildren some day.

“Oh, Mom, you know I will tell you the minute I get into a relationship. I just love being single for the time being. But I do have a big date this Friday with Anderson Cromby.”

What She Craves Part 2

 

The Big Date

 

As Friday night approached, Angela thought of all the ways in which her date with Anderson could end in a booming success. She pictured them having champagne and arriving at the restaurant in a black stretch limousine. She thought about what would happen after dinner and how she would go back to his place. Then she realized that she didn’t yet know where he lived. She would have to make a point to ask him. She pictured him having several exquisite houses around the city and in the country.

Finally, as 6:00 p.m. approached on Friday night, she had to decide on which dress to wear. She looked in her closet and saw a few different options. There was a showy black, sleeveless dress that was sleek and sexy. There was a midnight blue dress that was low cut and accentuated her supple breasts. There was also a beautiful yellow dress that had a sexy slit up the leg. In the end, she chose the black sleeveless dress that looked both sophisticated and sexy at the same time.

A few minutes after 6:00 p.m., her phone rang. It was Anderson’s driver, calling to let her know that he was downstairs and ready to go. Angela took the elevator down and walked up to the big stretch limousine. The driver opened the door in the back and Angela slid onto the comfortable leather seats. Anderson was sitting inside reading a newspaper and wearing a stylish black Armani suit. He put the paper down as soon as she entered and gave her a sensual smile.

“Hi, Angela!” he said. “It’s great to see you again! You look absolutely breathtaking.”

“Thanks, Anderson. You look very nice as well. I really love the suit.”

“Oh, why, thanks for the compliment. I have dozens of these. When I find a suit I like, I get my tailor to custom-make a lot of them. I’ve never been one to take an interest in picking out a new outfit each day.”

“I had about three options for tonight,” said Angela, laughing a little. “I’m glad I went with this black dress. Now, we match!”

Anderson laughed and grabbed a bottle of champagne. He uncorked it and filled two wine glasses.

“Would you mind if we start with some champagne?” asked Anderson.

“Sounds wonderful,” said Angela. “Say, how’s business, by the way? I noticed you were reading the financial section.”

“Oh, yes, I always try to stay on top of the financial news. As the head of a conglomerate that is currently undergoing a merger, I kind of have to. It’s my job. Which reminds me, your firm is doing some great work. I’ll have to talk to Eric about getting you a promotion. He mentioned your name to me personally.”

“Well, that would be great,” said Angela. “You know, I have actually been working very hard on your file. Our whole team is going to represent the legal work of the merger very well. You can count on that.”

“Wonderful. Let’s not talk about business, though. That’s not why I asked you on a date.”

“Why did you ask me on a date, Anderson, if I may ask?” Angela asked, raising an eyebrow at Anderson.

“Well, because of this.”

Anderson positioned himself closer to Angela so that he was next to her on the comfortable leather. He then put a hand on her leg. Angela raised her head and made eye contact with him. Their gaze lasted a few moments. Then Anderson slowly leaned into her and held the moment even longer. Finally, he closed the distance and kissed her softly on the lips. They held the kiss for a while and then Anderson withdrew.

It was the sexiest kiss Angela had ever experienced. She figured it was just a sign of things to come. If Anderson was already kissing her, she could only imagine how bold he would be later in the evening.

Angela decided to give Anderson a little taste of things to come.

“Look what I can do,” she said.

Then she took the gum that she had been chewing out of her mouth and discarded it. She went onto her knees in front of Anderson and slowly unzipped his fly. She could feel that he was already getting stiff beneath his pants. Then she took out his cock. It was semi-erect. It was a beautiful cock. It bulged like a love-muscle and begged to be serviced.

Angela took Anderson’s cock in her mouth and slowly twirled her tongue around it. She grabbed his balls firmly with the other hand, cupping them and playing with them. Anderson leaned back in his seat and sighed, stretching his hands up over his head. Pretty soon, his cock was hard as steel, and fully erect. Angela bobbed her pretty head up and down his shaft, paying special attention to the tip with her tongue. She licked at his precum and played with his balls. Anderson could only stand a few minutes of this. Pretty soon, he was ready to come.

“I am going to cum, Angela,” he said while panting, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead.

“Come in my mouth, baby,” she said in a sexy, sensuous voice.

Anderson began to move his hips up and down, a sign that he was on the verge. Then his cock squirted hot semen into her mouth and down her throat. With every pulse, more and more cum made its way into Angela’s mouth. She savored the taste and made a special effort to swallow all of it.

She brought herself back up to the seat by his side and kissed him on the cheek. She ran a couple fingers through his hair.

“How was that, baby?” she asked.

“That was the best blow job I’ve had in a long while,” stated Anderson.

Angela enjoyed the compliment. As they drove throughout the streets, Angela looked out the window. It was a busy night in the city. There were a lot of hot girls and guys going clubbing. She thought back fondly to the memories she had as a young woman in her twenties. When she was in college she would often go out partying with her friends. Now, she was riding past the clubs, in the back of a limo with the richest man in the city.

Angela and Anderson talked about various things. They discussed how the local sports teams were doing. Then, Anderson mentioned his latest trip to Africa.

“I was in South Africa on business, examining one of our new offices and getting feedback. We ended up going on a safari and saw some really interesting animals. One of the perks of owning a conglomerate, I suppose.”

“That sounds wonderful. I don’t often get the chance to travel, but when I do I like to go all over the place. I have a soft spot in my heart for Paris. I went there in my twenties and I’ve been dying to go back. I also like Hawaii.”

“Paris is great. We don’t have any operations located in France, currently, but we are thinking of expanding our economic base to include it. A lot of our competitors do business over there.”

As their conversation became more engrossing, they were interrupted by the driver, who announced that they had arrived at Carolina’s. The driver opened the door for Angela, who exited the vehicle and then took Anderson’s arm. He led her up to the glass front doors of the restaurant and approached the reception area. Angela had never been to this restaurant before, but she had read about it. Nothing on the menu was under $100, and the bottles of wine averaged in the thousands of dollars.

“This place looks great!” exclaimed Angela. “Thanks so much for picking it out and taking me here.”

“It’s one of my favorite restaurants,” responded Anderson. “I’m glad to have the opportunity to introduce you to it.”

They walked past the clientele to the far end of the restaurant. Their table was positioned in front of set of large windows. The night-time ambiance was palpable. A few tables away, there was a jazz band playing a Miles Davis cover. There was a dance floor, but it didn’t look as if anyone had gravitated towards it yet. Anderson decided to get the ball rolling.

“Come, let’s have a dance before our drinks arrive,” he said.

Angela felt somewhat nervous. She loved to dance, but it had been a while since she had done it. She decided to let Anderson take charge and lead her on the dance floor. She stood up and followed him towards it.

“We’re going to have to get close,” he said, and put one hand on the small of her back, bringing her in closer so that there were only a few inches between them. Then, with his other hand, Anderson grabbed her ass. He squeezed forcefully, spreading her buttocks with his powerful hand. His fingers worked their way through the thin fabric of her dress and probed her crack.

Angela could smell his expensive cologne. It was an intoxicating fragrance. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but if she had to, she would have guessed that it was Hugo Boss. Either way, he smelled great. His strong arms held her very firmly and confidently.

They danced together for several songs. When they had first set foot on the floor they were the only ones dancing. After a few moments, several other couples joined them. Angela looked around. The other dancers were mostly wearing expensive tuxedos and suits. The women were dressed very extravagantly as well, in fine eveningwear.

“Do you know anyone else at this restaurant?” asked Angela. She wasn’t sure why she asked that question. She just figured that Anderson might have known people here, since it was a place that he frequented quite often. Someone in his position was likely very well connected, and so it was quite possible that he recognized a few faces.

“Actually, yes, I have already made eye contact with a few acquaintances. Mostly bankers come to this place. It is a hot spot for financial-type people. Our firm is a client of a few investment banks in the city. The head of the national treasury also happens to be here tonight as well. His name is Frank Edwards. He is a great guy. After we are done dancing, I’ll introduce you to him and his wife.”

“That would be wonderful. Thank you!” exclaimed Angela.

They danced a few more songs together and then retreated back to their tables. A bottle of wine had been uncorked and left there by their waiter. Their wine glasses had already been filled as well.

“A toast!” said Anderson. “To new relationships!”

“To new relationships!” repeated Angela, and they leaned in for a kiss. His lips were once again very soft and she found it impossible not to get excited. She felt a yearning in her core every time his lips touched hers.

They sipped their wine for a few minutes, not really engaging in any conversation. His eye contact made her feel like she was the only woman in the room. She had never felt sexier. As she reached for a breadstick that was in the middle of the table, Anderson also brought his hand forth and they grazed hands. Then Anderson clasped her hand confidently and they held hands for a while.

Anderson and Angela were engaged in some small talk when Frank Edwards, a tall man with a round belly and strong limbs, approached their table. He was accompanied by his wife, an elegantly dressed woman in her forties, wearing an exquisite blue satin dress and high heels.

“Frank!” exclaimed Anderson. “So good to see you!”

Anderson reached out his hand and grasped Frank’s in a firm handshake.

“I see you have brought your lovely wife,” continued Anderson. “Amanda, how lovely to see you.”

“Likewise,” responded Amanda. Angela could detect a faint English accent in her tone.

Anderson wasted no time in introducing Angela to the high-ranking couple.

“Frank, Amanda, let me introduce to you my date. This is Angela Hayes. We met just the other day at our gym. She works for the legal firm that is doing the paperwork for our merger.”

“It is such a pleasure to meet you both,” said Angela. “I have seen you on the news very frequently, Mr. Edwards. Your wife is just lovely.”

“Please, call me Frank,” said Frank. “I saw you two on the dance floor just now. You make a very fine-looking couple. Say, after your date, perhaps you two would care to join my wife and me for a nightcap at our new condo? It is actually only a few blocks to the north of here. Just head up Montgomery Street and it is the tall silver building on the left. You can find our name in the directory and we’ll let you up.”

“A great suggestion,” said Anderson. “I’ll get in touch with you if we decide to do that.”

“Well, it was wonderful bumping into you,” said Frank sincerely. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Frank and his wife walked back over to their table at the other end of the room.

“Would you like to hang out with them afterwards?” asked Anderson, rather directly.

“Sure, but perhaps we could drive around in your limo a bit beforehand and have some more champagne and talk.”

As Angela said this, underneath the table she grazed Anderson’s leg and slowly moved up his pant leg to his crotch area, moving her sole in circles in the area. Anderson gulped. Then Angela’s toes moved around his cock, playing with his balls and shaft. She traced the outline of his cock with her foot, quickly feeling it harden as a result of her touch.

Their meal arrived moments later. It consisted of shrimp cocktail and sirloin steak, cooked to medium-rare. The wine kept coming as well and by the end of their second bottle, Angela was getting quite tipsy.

“You know, I have a confession to make,” said Angela.

“Oh?”

“I thought you were cute the moment I saw you on TV. I talked about you with my girlfriend, Maxine. From the first time that I saw you, I just knew I had to make an excuse to meet you.”

Anderson laughed.

“When I saw you at the gym, I knew instantly that I wanted you in my life. I didn’t know how or to what capacity, but I just knew that I wanted to date you!”

Angela was very pleased to hear him say that.

 

After the Date

Her meal was one of the most delicious meals in recent memory. She devoured the perfectly cooked steak and steamed vegetables, and they made it through a third bottle of the finest French cabernet. Angela was ready to get positively flirtatious. Anderson paid the bill on one of his many credit cards and stood up, helping Angela up from her seat.

“I am tipsy!” said Angela, and she giggled to herself.

“Good! I am feeling it too. Let’s drive around a little. We don’t have to visit Frank. But if you want to, we can.”

“Can I call Maxine from the limo? I want her to know how much fun we are having.”

“Of course!”

They left the beautiful restaurant and got into Anderson’s limo.

“While you are calling Maxine, I am just going to send off a few work emails. Pat! Can you just drive us around a little? We need to calm down from dinner. Thanks.”

Pat, the limo driver, nodded in response. Angela took out her cell phone and called Maxine.

“Girlfriend! Guess where I am? That’s right! In the back of the limo with the sexiest man in the city! No, wait, the sexiest man in the world!”

Anderson laughed again. It was a nice, deep, masculine laugh. Angela and Maxine chatted for a bit. It turned out that Maxine wasn’t feeling very well lately. She had a bit of a cold. She had already been to the doctor and it turned out there was nothing she could really do about it but wait out the symptoms and take some Tylenol.

Angela scooted over to Anderson and sat on his lap. He put his phone away and wrapped his arms around her waist. They engaged in a deep, passionate kiss. They made out for a good long while as the driver drove them around various sites of the city. Anderson reached into the top of her dress and felt one of her firm, large breasts. He massaged it fervently, feeling the weight it had and enjoying how good it felt in his hand. Angela moaned in pleasure.

Then Anderson was on top of Angela. He slid up her evening skirt and began playing with her pussy with his right hand. She was already getting wet from his touch. He rubbed her clit until she was nice and wet and then slid two fingers inside of her. Angela sighed as his fingers moved in and out of her, pressing against her G-spot with each thrust.

His left hand removed the top of her dress entirely, exposing her pert, milky-white breasts. Angela raised her hips and slid her red, satin panties down her legs, exposing her moist mound. Anderson’s eyes lit up with desire at the sight of her cleanly-shaven pussy.

He took off his pants, spread her legs wide, and positioned his stiff cock directly in front of her pussy. He moaned as he teased around the lips and the opening of her slit with the tip of his dick. Angela was so turned on, her juices of arousal were soaking the head of his cock.

Finally, Anderson couldn’t take anymore and with one forceful entry he was inside of her. As he thrust himself deeply into her, over and over again, he licked and sucked on her supple breasts and kissed his way from her nipples back up to her lips. Every time Anderson penetrated her, she felt closer and closer to ecstasy. As Angela began to reach her climax, her body stiffened, and she raised her hips upward, forcing Anderson’s cock deeper into her as her legs began to shake. She cried out Anderson’s name as her orgasm wracked through her body, grabbing Anderson’s ass and holding him there inside her. She breathed deeply as her climax began to subside and her body went limp.

Anderson picked up the pace, pounding away at her tight, wet pussy until he, too, came in a monumental orgasm. He moaned loudly as he shot a huge, hot load of cum into Angela, squeezing her ass cheeks as his orgasm took control. As his climax subsided, he fell back into his seat, panting heavily. Without exchanging any more words, they got into their clothes again, and holding hands, they giggled wildly at each other.

After driving around for a while, Angela glanced at her phone and saw that it was already 11:00 p.m. She told Anderson, and they decided it was time to visit Frank and Amanda. Pat took them back around the city and into the neighborhood where they’d just had dinner. He pulled up to Frank’s condo and, opening the door for them, let them out on the sidewalk.

“Thanks, Pat,” said Anderson.

“Thanks,” echoed Angela.

Angela was smiling giddily from the drinking. She took Anderson’s arm and, still giggling to herself, walked with him up to the condo entrance. Anderson kissed her on the forehead in a loving, compassionate way.

The happy couple buzzed up and took the elevator up to the thirty-second floor and entered Frank and Amanda’s condo. It was a beautifully decorated place with hardwood floors, a grand piano, a beautiful, large kitchen, and several bathrooms and bedrooms.

Amanda walked up to Angela and hugged her warmly.

“So great to see you! We were hoping you’d decide to stop by,” said Amanda. “Can I offer you a drink? We have wine, spirits, beer, juice, or my personal favorite, Spanish coffee.”

“I’ll take one of those coffee thingies,” said Amanda, still awestruck at the beauty of the condo and the quality of the company.

The foursome sat down on one of the comfortable leather sofas that were positioned to face the breathtaking view of the city streets and lights.

“So, Angela, tell us about your current job,” said Frank in a non-threatening, fatherly-type way.

“Well, I have been there for about five years. My boss, Eric, is wonderful. I do a lot of the legal work and fact checking whenever a big client joins with us. I am one of the head people on the team that is handling Anderson’s merger. I look forward to doing some great work on that file.”

“She is already doing a great job,” interjected Anderson. “We are very pleased with the level of legal support that our merger is receiving. It has barely been a few weeks but we can tell that it is going to be a smooth process, thank God.”

“Has anyone ever made you any other job offers?” asked Frank of Angela.

“Um, I’m not sure what you mean, sir. Work has been steady for me ever since I joined up with our firm. I do like it there.”

“I’ll tell you what I mean, Angela. Our office has a position opening up for a head legal counsel within the treasury. I was wondering if you’d like to interview for it. I am one of the people on the hiring committee, so there would be at least one friendly face. I think you might be perfect for it.”

Angela could tell that Frank was really good at sizing people up. He had not known her for very long, but this type of opportunity was something that Angela coveted. After all, she had been with her firm for five years and things were getting kind of stagnant. Her raises over that term had been pretty underwhelming. She made good money, of course, but it was not as glamorous as working for Frank would be.

“I am definitely going to consider that, Mr. Edwards—I mean, Frank. Can you leave me your card, please?”

Frank got up and walked across the room to the other end of the leather sofa. He sat down next to Angela, took out a card from his wallet, and gave it to her. Angela read the card.

Frank Edwards

Head of National Treasury

(416) 555-8232

[email protected]

 

“Thank you very much, sir,” she said.

“Just get in touch with me next week and we’ll arrange for you to come visit us. If you decide to stay at your current job, there will be no hard feelings. It’s just something to consider. I am pretty good at judging the merits of a person, and I think you’d fit in greatly with our team.”

“Now,” interjected Amanda. “Who wants some tequila? Don’t get soft on me now, Anderson. Are you enjoying your Spanish coffee, dear?”

“Very much so,” said Angela. She took another sip. It was very warm and tasted like strong whisky. It was the kind of beverage that could sneak up on you and make you even drunker than you were. Of course, tequila did that too.

Amanda lined up some shots and the four of them downed a few rounds each. When it came time to take his first shot, Anderson sprinkled some salt on Angela’s cleavage, licked it off before downing his shot, and then sucked on a lime wedge to chase the effects. Angela was giddy and laughed very hard.

“Who wants to see Angela’s panties?” asked Anderson.

“I do!” cried Frank.

Before Angela knew it, Anderson was lifting up her dress. Not only that, but he was taking her over his knee and spanking her ass. Then he decided it would be appropriate for the three of them to get a look at Angela’s bare ass. So he yanked down her panties and spread her cheeks, exposing her cunt and asshole to the welcoming crowd.

“No fair!” exclaimed Angela. “I’m drunk!”

“That’s not an excuse,” said Amanda.

All of a sudden, Amanda brought her hand down onto Angela’s bare cheek, swatting it in a spanking motion. She did this a couple more times, gently squeezing her cheek every time she brought it down.

“I wanna see her cunt!” said Amanda. “Up close, that is.”

Angela was just at the right state of being drunk where she didn’t really care to put up a fight any more. Besides, they all had been drinking, so what was the harm in getting a little playful?

Angela leaned back on the sofa and, raising her hips, spread her cunt for all to see. Amanda wasted no time in getting a closer look. She lay down in front of her and licked a line going from her ass-crack all the way to the top of her pussy. She paused on her clit, licking circles around it, before going back down.

Anderson, who was getting hard, wondered how he could enter the playful mix. Frank had already gotten behind Amanda and was undoing his trousers, getting ready to fuck her from behind.

“Fuck my face, Anderson,” said Angela. “I want to taste your balls and dick.”

The evening progressed into a scene of completely steamy sex. The drinks kept coming and the four of them got all the more adventurous. Anderson ended up fucking Amanda for a while, who let her husband, Frank, fuck Angela. The rest of the evening, for Angela, was a bit of a blur.

***

The following morning, Angela’s head ached. It took her a few moments to figure out where she was. Evidently, upon surveying the area, she figured out she was not in her apartment. The condo that she was in looked much nicer. Then she remembered the events of the night.

She remembered Anderson, and the Edwards, and the dancing, and the Spanish coffee, and the tequila. She was naked except for her bra and panties. She looked over to her side but found the bed empty. Then she heard some noises coming from the kitchen. It sounded as if someone was making something using a blender. That must have been Anderson.

“Anderson?” she called out.

“Yes, honey? Glad you’re up. I’m making us the breakfast of champions. Eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, and my own special fruit smoothie, that has won many an honorary award.”

“Did last night really happen?” asked Angela. “How many drinks did we have?”

“I lost count after that second round of tequila,” said Anderson. “It was a lot.”

“Don’t we have to be at work? What time is it?” asked Angela.

Anderson laughed. She remembered that sexy laugh from the night before.

“It’s Saturday, silly. Aside from answering emails, I never work on Saturdays. Especially when I have someone as sexy as you to spend time with.”

Anderson walked over to the bed and planted a soft, tender kiss on Angela’s forehead. She surprised him by grabbing him by the wrinkled shirt and pulling him onto the bed. Then she flipped him around and mounted him, pinning his hands in place above his hand.

“Ha!” she exclaimed. “You see, now I have the upper hand!”

“Don’t get too excited there, tiger,” said Anderson. “Say, have you given any thought to Frank’s offer last night? I thought that that was incredibly generous and astute of him, offering you an interview like that. It could be a big step up for you, if it worked out.”

The memories came back to her, like a bubble being popped, and the offer that Frank had made her settled into her mind.

“Oh yeah!” said Angela, trailing off a little bit to herself. “I do remember that. He gave me his card, right?”

Anderson nodded.

“He seemed most impressed by you, and who could blame him?”

“All right there, Mr. Suck-up. Say, did we have sex last night?”

“No,” said Anderson matter-of-factly. “We were way too drunk for that.”

Angela smiled at Anderson warmly. He smiled back.

“Come get some of this breakfast!” said Anderson. “It took me forty-five minutes to make!”

“Sounds delish,” said Angela.

The two of them made their way to the kitchen and sat down at a high marble table. Anderson served some pancakes and bacon. Angela ate hungrily.

“You know what would make this breakfast even more enticing?” ventured Anderson. “If we ate topless.”

Angela laughed so hard that orange juice almost came through her nose.

“That is maybe the cheesiest line I’ve ever heard! I think we can arrange something.”

Angela took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her large, voluptuous breasts popped loose. Anderson’s eyes became glued to her chest.

“I think I may have trouble finishing the meal. There is too much eye candy in front of me. As hard as it is for me to have an actual discussion while you look as amazing as you do, what do you think you are going to do about Frank’s offer?”

“Well, I think I may learn more about it. It sounded very tempting. Frank seemed like a great guy to work for. He is so senior, and quite the gentleman. I also really liked Amanda.”

“What do you think Eric will say? Surely, he won’t want to lose you.”

“I will mention it to him only if I’m serious about the job. Perhaps he can give me a counter offer if he’s that eager to keep me. We’ll have to wait and see.”

Angela put another mouthful of bacon into her mouth.

“Well, Anderson,” she began. “I think I should be going. I have to get back to my place and freshen up. I was hoping to get a workout in today or tomorrow, and I want to see Maxine as well. Thanks for the wonderful time.”

They kissed one last time and Angela got dressed and took the elevator down to the main floor. She hopped in a cab and headed back to her apartment. There, she showered and got into a new outfit. She called Maxine to tell her about all that had happened. About the drinks, the company, meeting Frank and Amanda, and about the delicious breakfast that Anderson had prepared. She spent the rest of the day lounging about her place, contemplating the interview offer, and then finally going to the gym.

In the evening, at about 10:00 p.m., Angela’s mother called with some news. Apparently, her sister, Rosalie, was going to be in town this week to visit. Also, apparently, she had a new boyfriend, Sam Harris. They were fellow Master’s students. He was getting his degree in archeology. Karen laid out plans for them to go to an Italian restaurant on Wednesday.

 

New Opportunities

At work on Monday, Angela decided to give Frank a call to follow up on their discussion. She wanted to reaffirm that she was interested in interviewing for the position, and to showcase her enthusiasm once again. She and Frank had a detailed conversation regarding the opportunity and it sounded as though she was a perfect match. She resolved to discuss the idea with Eric later that day.

After lunch, she made her way to Eric’s office and knocked on the door. Eric was on the phone, but she let herself in and sat down on the couch in her office. He was just finishing up talking with Anderson and finalizing some legal details. He hung up the phone and then focused his attention on Angela.

“What can I do for you, Ms. Hayes?” he asked, shuffling some papers on his desk.

“Well, Eric, I just wanted to let you know that I am going on an interview for the office of the treasury. Frank Edwards asked me over the weekend. I only thought it would be fair to let you know that I was considering it.”

“Angela, you’ve worked for me for five years. I have always supported you and given you opportunities to grow. I don’t want to lose you now. Anderson’s business is going to present huge opportunities for you, myself, the rest of my team, and the firm. What can I do to keep you?”

“Well, Frank has offered me almost twice my current salary. Plus, I would have a staff of four clerks working under me. So it would be a real opportunity to grow my career. Plus, I have always wanted to work in government. I did take some finance classes in college, so I could combine what I learned there with the legal know-how I learned working for you.”

“We can talk about that. I can match the salary that they are offering you and we can hire some staff to support you. We could create a new position for you, higher up in the firm. You could even sit in on some board meetings.”

“That sounds very intriguing, sir. I will think about it over the next week.”

Angela had already decided that she was leaning towards interviewing for the job working for Frank. At the very least she could apply for the job and then decide later which one she would take. Eric was making a very generous offer.

Later that afternoon, Angela sent an email to Frank. In it, she said that she would like to go to the interview. His assistant got back to her at around 4:00 p.m., offering to see her on Wednesday. Angela’s meeting with Karen, Rosalie, and Sam was at 6:30 p.m., so the timing would work out.

When the interview rolled around, Angela was nervous. She wore her best suit and had gotten a manicure and pedicure the previous day. She had gotten a number of compliments at work that day. Also, Anderson had texted her telling her “good luck.” She had replied thanking him and telling him that she would get in touch soon about their second date. Also, Mark had texted her, but she hadn’t replied to that one just yet. She didn’t know what she was going to do about Mark. She had a feeling that if things progressed with Anderson, she would have to give some thought to seeing both of them at the same time.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Hayes,” said the assistant as she walked into Frank’s section of the office. “Please have a seat. Mr. Edwards will be with you shortly.”

Angela couldn’t help but feel relieved that it would be Frank who was interviewing her. Although, probably, he wouldn’t be alone. After about five minutes of waiting, Frank opened the door to his office and came out, surrounded by about five or six Japanese businessmen. He said a few words to them in Japanese, and then they all bowed and made their way across the office and towards the elevators.

“Ah, there you are!” exclaimed Frank, focusing his attention on Angela.

“I didn’t know you spoke Japanese, sir,” said Angela, not having to feign her deep respect.

“It’s one of the requirements of my job. I deal with Japan on an almost weekly basis. I also speak several other European languages and I’m learning Mandarin on the side. Don’t worry, languages aren’t really a huge requirement of the job you will be interviewing for.”

“I speak French,” said Angeles with a laugh. “I have always wanted to vacation some more in Paris.”

“Anderson goes there from time to time and is hoping to expand there. Speak with him. Maybe he’d like to take you along. Care to step into my office?”

Angela walked into Frank’s office, which was sparsely but elegantly decorated. There were leather chairs, impressionist paintings, a fridge with many different types of beverages in it, and a collection of bonsai trees lined up on a mahogany table and positioned next to a large glass window. Two other staff members, one female, the other male, were sitting holding binders and clipboards.

“Can I offer you a beverage?” asked Frank. “We have Evian, San Pellegrino, Perrier, and, of course, Snapple.”

“I’ll take a Snapple, thanks,” replied Angela.

Frank introduced the two other staff members who were sitting in on the meeting. They were both senior members of the office of the treasury.

The interview lasted a half hour and went quite well. Or so Angela thought. At the end of it, she shook hands with the three of them and then left the building. She went straight to the Italian restaurant and arrived a full half hour before the reservation. She was excited to see Rosalie and Karen. She also could not wait to meet Sam.

Rosalie had always been particular about the guys she dated. She was highly independent and had gone long years without the comforts of a boyfriend. So, Angela reasoned, this one must be a keeper. They arrived exactly on time, the three of them, and walked happily to Angela, who had been sitting by herself nursing a glass of wine. She rose to greet them.

“Mom! Hi, Rosalie. You must be Sam,” said Angela happily.

“Angela, you look wonderful,” said Karen.

“I just came from a big job interview. I’ll tell you more about that later. Rosalie, you look wonderful. It’s been almost a year since I saw you. How is your Master’s going?”

“It’s going great, thanks. Got almost a year left. Let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Sam. Sam, say hello to my adoring sister, Angela.”

Sam was a tall, attractive, dark-haired young man in a blazer and jeans. He looked like he was part of academia. He looked smart. Angela was glad for her sister.

“It’s a pleasure,” said Angela, shaking his hand. “Let’s have a seat and eat!”

The four of them sat down at a square wooden table and a large-bellied Italian waiter served them. First, he brought bread and a bottle of red wine. Then he brought their dishes. Angela and Karen had ordered pasta, whereas Sam and Rosalie had ordered a pizza each. The food was delectable. After they had finished most of their meal, Angela decided to ask the young couple about how they were doing in school.

“I’m getting straight As. So is Sam,” said Rosalie. “Some of the professors have actually been kind of encouraging us to do our PhDs. We might become professors one day ourselves.”

“I’m jealous that you got all the brains in the family, Rosalie,” said Angela with a laugh. “No fair!”

“Yeah, but you’re making the big bucks,” said Rosalie, reminding her. “Speaking of which, tell us about this new opportunity that is opening up for you.”

“Well, it’s for the office of the treasury. My pay would be significantly higher than it is now, although my current boss, Eric, says that he would match any offer that I got from them. It would be a glamorous post. I’d be working in government, which means I’d actually be doing something very meaningful. Kind of like a public service. The job stability and prestige would be through the roof, at least in comparison to what I’m doing now, working for Eric. I just had my interview this afternoon.”

“How did it go, dear?” asked Karen.

“It went really well, as far as I can tell. I could sort of tell that Frank (who would be my new boss) has taken a liking to me, for whatever reason. I got the interview through my connection with Anderson Cromby.”

Sam almost spat out his Diet Coke when he heard that name.

“You know Anderson Cromby?” he said, completely floored and impressed.

“Yes, we went on a date last Friday.”

“Jesus, Angie,” said Rosalie. “If you get in with him, you’ll never have to work another day in your life. He’s got so many billions.”

“I know that. Well, you know, he’s not my boyfriend, yet. We’ve just been on one date. Plus, I don’t want to stop working. I enjoy being independent and making my own money.”

“Wait until the first baby arrives,” mused Karen. “That might all change in a heartbeat.”

“Wait a second, Mom. We have only been on one date and already you have us having our first baby? Let’s try to stay a little more real here.”

There was a pause. The four of them considered the conversation until finally Karen broke the silence.

“Yes, you’re right, dear. I don’t mean to be jumping the gun. He’s just such a prominent person though. Being with him could change your life. So, how’s Maxine?”

“She’s doing well overall, but she has some kind of a sickness. She thinks it might be a cold. The doctors say they don’t recognize anything severe, but there is nothing they can do for her at the same time.”

“I hope she’s okay,” said Rosalie and Sam together.

“Me too. I am going to see if I can visit her tonight and bring her anything.”

The foursome wrapped up their dinner. Karen offered to pay the bill, but Angela said that she was more than happy to pay it. The three of them thanked her, and then they all went their separate ways.

Back at her apartment, Angela got into some comfortable clothes—sweatpants and a hoodie— and helped herself to some of the good ice cream that she kept on hand so that she could indulge from time to time. It was already getting pretty late, so she decided to see if she could visit Maxine the following day. She sent her a text as much, and also asked how she was doing.

Maxine replied that she seemed to be getting even sicker, but that Henry was being great about it. He was taking some time off work to stay with her and comfort her. Maxine said that Angela could visit tomorrow evening after work. They could make it a girls’ night and watch movies and gossip. Angela said that she thought that was a really good idea.

The following day at work, Angela was busy fact checking the latest request for a proposal for one of their clients when Eric stopped by her cubicle. He wanted to know how the interview went, and to reaffirm his enthusiasm in keeping her on.

“Well,” she said. “The interview went really well. They are going to get back to me next week.”

“How much are they offering you?” he inquired.

“They haven’t said yet, actually. I’ll let you know as soon as I find out.”

“Good,” he said, and then walked off.

Angela honestly didn’t know what she was going to do. She liked working for Eric, but a new opportunity was a new opportunity. She knew she could grow and thrive working for the government.

 

A Friend Fallen Ill

The following day, after work, Angela stopped by the flower shop and picked up a bouquet of chrysanthemums for her best friend. She also grabbed a DVD (this time, Titanic, a movie they both loved) and some ice cream. She made her way to their apartment and opened the door, to see crumpled up tissues everywhere, dirty dishes, and empty medicine bottles.

It looked as if Maxine was in trouble. Where was Henry? Angela thought that her husband was supposed to be taking care of her.

“Oh my gosh, Maxine,” said Angela as she walked through the door.

Maxine was lying on her back on the couch, sipping diet ginger ale through a straw and watching the news.

“Where is Henry, Maxine?” asked Angela.

In a coarse, raspy, and weak voice, Maxine replied, “He went out to get some food. Chicken noodle soup, I think. Come in. You look positively radiant.”

Maxine chuckled hoarsely. Even in her emaciated state, she hadn’t lost part of her sense of humor.

“My gosh, Maxine, let me have a look at you,” said Angela, who took off her shoes, hung up her jacket, and walked hurriedly over to the couch, putting one hand on her forehead.

“You are burning up!” cried Angela. “This is not good; we need to get you to a hospital right away.”

“I’ve already been to the hospital, dear,” said Maxine with as much courage as she could muster. “There is nothing they can do for me there. They just said it was a really bad strain of the common cold, that’s it.”

“All right,” replied Angela. “If you are not a lot better by tomorrow afternoon, I am ordering a cab and dragging you to the hospital.”

“Fair enough,” said Maxine. “How did your date with Anderson go?”

“It went so well, Maxine,” said Angela. “I wish you could have been there. He took me to the most amazing restaurant in his private limo. The meal was so good. We drank such good wine. Then we actually bumped into another couple. Frank and Amanda Edwards. We ended up hanging out at their place for late night drinks. I got really drunk, but it was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

“Did you put out?” asked Maxine, rather directly.

Angela laughed at the forwardness of Maxine’s question. They were best friends. They were allowed to be forward.

“No. I really like him, so I kind of want to wait to have sex, plus we were just way too drunk. It was one of those fun party nights. Like the kind we used to have in high school.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a round of hoarse coughing on Maxine’s part. She coughed up some phlegm and then went back to lying down on her back on the couch, one hand over her forehead.

“I don’t want to be sick, Angela. I can’t miss any practice sessions. My game has to be on point. I am going to a tournament later on in the month.”

“Which is why we’ve got to get you better as soon as possible,” said Angela seriously. “Let’s watch Titanic and eat some ice cream. I brought your favorite, Ben and Jerry’s.”

The two of them settled into the movie. Angela sat on the couch beside her best friend, who propped her head up on her lap. Angela massaged Maxine’s arm and back. That’s the kind of friends they were. They were very close physically and emotionally. She was like a sister to Angela. Maxine, who had no siblings, considered Angela to be like a sister as well.

Halfway through the movie, at about the part where the Titanic hit the ice berg, Henry walked in the door bearing goodies. He had chicken noodle soup and some panini sandwiches which he said he would heat up and serve. He was happy to see Angela there, for he knew that Maxine needed as much care as possible.

Henry heated up the sandwiches and cut them into pieces for the girls and himself. They watched the rest of the movie, and then Angela said she should get home. Tomorrow was Friday and she needed to be up early. There was a lot of work to be done at the office.

As she rose, her phone buzzed and she saw that she had a text from Anderson. He wanted to meet up for drinks after work at the Carlisle Club. She wondered why he chose that location, since he could afford any club in the city. The Carlisle Club was a medium-range hangout. Maybe he wanted to get a workout in beforehand. In any case, she replied that she would see him there at 6:00 p.m., but that she might not be able to stay out that late because she wanted to check in with Maxine again. Anderson said that he would come with her to see Maxine. He seemed genuinely concerned about her welfare.

That night, Angela had some strange dreams. She dreamed that she was in the middle of a tug of war between Frank and Eric, and that they were both competing for her employment. No one was winning, however, and she was being pulled in either direction. Then, all of a sudden, she was on a yacht with Anderson and he was feeding her fresh, juicy grapes as she reclined on a lounge chair, basking in the sun. For some reason, it was in the middle of summer and the day was beautiful. When she awoke at 6:00 a.m., she wished she could be there with Anderson.

The work day went by relatively quickly, and by the time it was over, Angela was positively giddy to be meeting Anderson at the club. She didn’t have time for a workout, however, and arrived just a few minutes before 6:00 p.m.

Anderson was with a business colleague named Francis Cole. He was a vice president at Anderson’s firm, and Anderson considered him to be his “right hand man” for all his operations. He was a well-built, medium-height man of about thirty-five, with curly brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. When Angela approached their table, both men stood up to greet her.

“Hey, darling,” said Anderson first. “You look great this afternoon. I am glad you could meet me here. Let me introduce to you one of my most trusted colleagues at the firm, Francis.”

“Charmed,” said Francis, extending a hand for her to shake.

The three of them sat down and ordered some food. Anderson was in the mood for fresh Atlantic lobster, and so ordered three of those. Angela adored lobster and was eager to have one. She had always found it difficult to eat a lobster, as the shell was hard to break and so much of it you couldn’t eat, but the parts that were for eating just tasted so delicious. The lobsters they had here were large enough to be considered a full meal. She reached for a slice of sourdough bread and spread some butter on it, eating it hungrily.

“Anderson has told me a lot about you,” said Francis. “I am glad to be having the chance to meet you.”

“Well, Anderson has great taste in people,” joked Angela. “No, but in all honesty, if you are his friend and colleague, then the pleasure is all mine. Anderson introduced me to Frank and Amanda Edwards last week, and that actually might be turning into a new job for me. Say, Francis, help me decide on this. All else being equal, should I go to work for the government, or keep my current job as a senior legal clerk at the firm?”

“I think you need to do what’s in your heart, dear,” said Anderson.

“Don’t interrupt!” exclaimed Angela, half-jokingly. “I wanted to hear Francis’ opinion.”

“Well, of course I agree with Anderson. Doing what’s in your heart is the best strategy. You have to figure out where you’ll be happiest. You’ll potentially be at this job for a number of years, at least. Are you ready for a new challenge at a new workplace? Or do you want more of the same? Both jobs seem to offer money and stability. In a sense, you can’t really lose.”

Angela took a long pause to consider the very talented advice that she was receiving. She knew she did have to do what was in her heart. At that moment, it sort of seemed that going to work with Frank would offer her more excitement, as well as a change of pace. She had always been somewhat of a risk-taker, and the allure of the unknown was always so tempting. Now that she was with Anderson, she felt that working for one of his close friends might be a solid idea. It was almost as if she was rising in the world. It was as if she was entering a whole new social strata.

“You guys give great advice. Honestly,” said Angela. “Thank you.”

“You’ll do fantastically, hon,” said Anderson. “Just remember that you earned all of these opportunities for yourself. I didn’t even have to put in a good word for you with Frank. He realized all by himself what a catch you were. So congratulations. Now, if you two will excuse me, I have to use the restroom.”

Anderson got up and made his way to the men’s bathroom. Angela also excused herself, and then stealthily followed him in there. She quietly locked the door behind them and then snuck up behind Anderson and grabbed his package through his thin trousers.

“Hey sexy,” said Angela.

“Hey, what are you doing in here?” asked Anderson, although by the look on his face it seemed as though he was pleasantly surprised.

“I just had to surprise you and get a look at your magnificent cock again.”

Then Angela undid his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. She quickly slid her hand into his boxers and felt around for his cock, which was rapidly becoming harder.

“Okay, but we had better be quick!” said Anderson.

“Don’t worry,” responded Angela. “What I have in mind will only take a couple of minutes.”

Angela dropped to her knees quickly and started to suck on Anderson’s balls. She put one in her mouth, then the other. Then both at the same time. Meanwhile, she was jerking his cock off with her left hand. Through Anderson’s moans she could tell that he was getting ready climax. So she licked up his shaft and put her pouty lips around the tip of his cock. She was just in time to receive a hot load in her mouth. As she was apt to do, she swallowed.

“That was amazing,” said Anderson.

At that point there was a line outside the restroom waiting to get in, so the two of them scurried out and made their way back to the table.

They finished off their meal and then ordered some coffee. Angela had to apologize to Anderson and Francis for having to dine and dash. When she explained that her friend was very ill, they understood completely.

When Angela arrived at Maxine’s apartment, she noticed right off the bat that her dear friend had taken a turn for the worse. Her face was extremely pale and she seemed weak. She could barely acknowledge the entrance of her friend.

Henry was absolutely frantic. He was on the phone with the hospital trying to see if they had a bed available so that she could go in. Henry had never seen her that sick before. Neither had Angela.

“I know, goddammit. Her regular doctor already said that there was nothing that could be done,” barked Henry angrily on the phone. “The situation has changed. She is much worse. Yes, she has a fever, for Pete’s sake. Don’t you think I checked that already? You’ve got to let her in. I have insurance up the yin-yang.”

Angela walked over to Maxine and looked into her eyes. All Maxine could do was stare through her.

“Maxine, it’s me, Angela. Do you recognize me?” she asked.

Maxine moaned in response, but she managed to nod her head.

“We’re going to get you into a hospital as soon as possible. I’ll get your clothes ready and help you put them on. Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

Angela entered Maxine’s room and came out with a duffle bag and a bunch of clothes. She packed the bag to the best of her ability, trying not to forget anything. She packed her toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and other miscellaneous toiletries. Then she raced over to Maxine and felt her forehead again. She seemed to be burning up even worse than before.

“What’s going on, Henry?” asked Angela seriously.

“I think I found a hospital that will take her. It’s on the other end of town. I can get us there, so let’s walk Maxine to the parking lot and get her in my car.”

“I am going to come with you and make sure that everything is all right,” stated Angela.

“Fine,” replied Henry.

The three of them got to the hospital as quickly as possible. It only took them about twenty minutes, because of light traffic. Angela thanked her lucky stars that it didn’t take longer.

Recovery

 

The wait time in the hospital lobby was excruciating to both Angela and Henry. They wanted their loved one to be seen as soon as possible. Finally, after about an hour’s wait, the insurance went through and a nurse came to the waiting area with a stretcher. Two other nurses helped put Maxine on the stretcher. Maxine seemed very incoherent and was probably only barely aware of what was going on. Angela was positively petrified. This was not how she imagined her Friday night going.

Angela and Henry insisted on accompanying Maxine into the main hospital. They followed the nurses and the stretcher until they came to a small private room where Maxine was going to be treated. Angela got a text from Anderson asking how Maxine was doing. Angela had to reply that she had no clue as of yet.

Angela and Henry waited with Maxine until the doctor came, at which point he recommended that Angela and Henry go home. They were going to keep Maxine there overnight so they could run some tests and be sure of what was ailing her.

Angela arrived back at her apartment but could not sleep. She was much too concerned about her friend. So she put on the news and lay back in her bed. The clock showed 11:30 p.m. She was just in time to catch a rerun of Anderson’s press conference that had evidently happened earlier that day. He was talking about exporting some of his customer service jobs to India. He maintained that he was not cutting jobs at his firm in general. In fact, the merger was actually going to add jobs, which would be paid for through increased international revenue, as a result of economies of scale.

Angela thought he looked very handsome on TV. She wished she didn’t have to be with Maxine that evening, for she really had wanted to go on another date with her dreamy Anderson. There was always time for that. Both Anderson and Angela were extremely busy people, so it was to be expected that their dates would suffer. She resolved to call him in the morning. Surely he didn’t have to go into work on a Saturday.

That night was another restless one for Angela. She was very worried about her friend. When she woke up at 7:30 a.m., by force of habit, she made herself some breakfast and decided to go for a workout. Her workout was intense and she felt much better afterwards. On the taxi ride home, she called Henry. Henry had some news for her.

Apparently, Maxine had come down with a rare strain of the flu, one that the doctors hadn’t had much experience with. They had seen other cases of it over the past year or so. So Maxine was in treatment, and expected to recover within about a week or so. It was just important that she had plenty of rest, drank lots of fluids, ate when possible, and had plenty of positive support around her.

That evening, Angela had dinner with Henry at a small coffee shop near the hospital. Most of the dinner was passed in silence as they were worried sick about Maxine and didn’t have much to say. After the dinner, they stopped by the hospital to visit Maxine. She actually seemed to be doing better. Her head was propped up and she was able to watch TV. Some of the pallor in her face was gone. It appeared as though she had been able to eat, however minimally. Angela approached the bed.

“Honey,” she began. “We are here for you, one hundred percent. How are you feeling?”

Maxine groaned, but then she added, “Thanks, you guys. I’m sorry.”

“You have no reason to apologize to us,” said Henry. “I just wish I had gotten you into the hospital sooner. We might have been able to nip this in the bud a bit earlier.”

“You’re going to get a lot better, I promise,” said Angela, and she stroked a lock of Maxine’s hair away from her face.

“I feel like my insides are on fire,” said Maxine, who then let out another groan.

“The doctor said it should take about a week for you to get out of here. Two weeks, at the most. I bet you’ll be back out on the courts before the month is up,” said Henry optimistically.

“I hope so too,” uttered Maxine.

Angela, Maxine, and Henry waited around for a bit more. Visiting hours wouldn’t be done for another half hour. So they watched TV and tried to be as cheerful as possible, given the gravity of the situation. When it was time to go, Henry and Angela shared a cab back to their respective destinations. Angela said that she would visit Maxine again and again—as often as possible. Henry thanked her for the gesture.

When Angela got home, she kicked off her shoes and collapsed on the couch. Then her phone rang. It was Mark.

“Hey, Mark!” said Angela.

“Hey, baby doll,” he said. “I was in the area. Thought I’d drop by for one of our movie nights.”

“Sure, you can drop by. Just know that I am feeling kind of bummed. Maxine is in the hospital; she is really sick.”

“Feeling bummed? I bet I can cheer you up, princess.”

“Yeah, maybe,” said Angela. “Come on up. I’ll be here. I’m just watching TV.”

Mark opened up her door and came right into the living room, plopping down on the couch next to her. Then he planted a kiss on her cheek and gave her shoulders a quick massage.

“You’re right, baby. You do look kind of sad. I am so sorry about Maxine.”

“That’s all right. It’s just a major bummer, is all. The doctors are optimistic. They say she’ll be out in a week. Two weeks, tops.”

“That’s good,” said Mark. “She has to keep on her game if she is going to compete in any tournaments.”

“That’s what she is most worried about,” said Angela.

Angela leaned on Mark. It was comforting for her to have a close personal friend at a time when she was most worried about Maxine. She cared for Mark deeply, just as she cared for Anderson. With Anderson, all sorts of doors were opening up for her. With Mark, she took comfort in the familiar. His hands were familiar, as were his lips, and his masculine aroma.

Mark put one of his long arms around her and pulled her tight. Then he kissed the top of her head, before working his way down to her forehead, then her nose, and then finally her lips. She kissed him back. Pretty soon they were making out again. She climbed on top of him and took off her shirt. Then she unhooked her bra. Mark kissed her large, milky-white breasts and she pushed them onto his face. His hands gravitated down towards her ass. He cupped each cheek in one hand and gave them a squeeze.

Angela felt electricity once again running through her entire body. At that point, she was unequivocally turned on. Then she grabbed his hand and led him towards the bed. They lay down on the soft bed. He took off his clothes with her help and then positioned himself on top of her.

He slid off her pants, exposing her naked body. His powerful hand grazed her belly on its way down to her womanhood. He then positioned his head between her legs. He took in the full aroma of her moist vagina. He then licked her lips, parting them with his fingers. As his tongue danced and swirled about her clit, he inserted two fingers and then began to rhythmically finger-fuck her into ecstasy.

As she cried out with her first orgasm, Mark took delight in being able to give her that much pleasure. He then kissed his way back up to her mouth and they shared a long, passionate kiss.

“I’m ready for you,” said Angela softly, still breathing heavily.

“Good, so am I,” responded Mark.

He then proceeded to make love to her. With every fervent thrust, he sent both himself and Angela into a deep state of bliss. It only took about three or four minutes until he was ready to come. When they reached climax together, she dug her nails into his back and called out his name. Afterwards, they laid next to each other, cuddling and laughing to themselves.

Angela reached into a cupboard and took out a large, 12-inch vibrating dildo.

“Have you ever used one of these on a woman?” asked Angela.

“No, I can’t say as I have. Have you used that on yourself?”

“I do sometimes, but I love being fucked with it. Mark, I want you to put it in my ass. I want to feel fucked in both holes.”

Mark took the dildo and squeezed some lube onto it. Angela got on all fours and spread her knees apart, arching her back so that her ass was in full view. It was a beautiful ass, so curvaceous and fresh-looking. Mark leaned in and kissed her right between the cheeks, leaving a trail of saliva that dripped its way down her crack to her cunt.

"Fuck me with it, Mark,” said Angela. “I’m ready.”

Mark lubed up her ass again for good measure and then slowly inserted the length of the dildo into her butt. As it went in almost all the way, Angela gave a moan in pleasure.

“Keep fucking me,” instructed Angela.

Mark slid the dildo into her ass, then out again, then back in. He continued this for several minutes. He began to become stiff again himself, as this sight was quite beautiful. With his free hand he began massaging her clit, which sent Angela to the moon and back. Angela came several times, each time screaming out Mark’s name.

Finally, as her final orgasm wound down, Mark took out the dildo and tossed it onto the bed. He gave her cunt another playful massage, fingering her vagina a bit, and then withdrew. He kissed up her back and neck, followed by her cheek and lips. They lay next to each other silently for a while.

“You are so great in bed, Mark,” said Angela.

“Thanks, so are you,” said Mark.

“I hope we can continue these meetings,” said Angela.

“Why shouldn’t we?” asked Mark.

“No reason.”

Angela felt bad about not telling Mark about Anderson. She wasn’t the type to two-time anybody. She just felt that it was not time yet to share her relationship details with the man. She and Anderson had only been on one date, really. She did not consider herself to be his girlfriend, just yet. So making love to Mark seemed normal. Their relationship came with no strings attached.

Mark spent the night, and the following morning they went out for breakfast. They ate at a brunch place only a few blocks from her apartment. Mark told her all about his new real estate deals that were going down. Apparently, he was very close to securing a major client that would bring in hundreds of thousands of dollars. He was excited, and said that he would finally be able to afford a really nice condo with the proceeds.

Angela told Mark about the new job possibility working for the government. To Angela, the idea of working for Frank was sort of becoming more and more like the preferred route to take. She wondered to herself how she was going to break the news to Eric. Mark was very supportive, and told Angela that it was a good idea and that she should go for it.

After Mark left to go home, Angela walked back to her apartment and got on the phone with Henry. Maxine was doing a lot better that morning, and was almost fully coherent. The medicine that they had been giving her was, apparently, working well. The doctors even estimated that she might be ready to go home in under a week.

“Do you want me to stop by the hospital this afternoon?” asked Angela.

“You can if you want,” replied Henry. “She might enjoy seeing you. Absolutely no pressure. If you’re busy, then we totally understand.”

“Nonsense,” said Angela. “I was just going to go for a workout, but I can do that any time. I’ll take a cab over right now. I want to see my best friend.”

When Angela arrived at the hospital and made her way into Maxine’s room, her friend was very happy to see her.

“Girlfriend!” exclaimed Maxine. “You look great. How was your night last night?”

“I met up with Mark,” said Angela. “Don’t focus on me. The important thing is your recovery. How do you feel? You look a lot better.”

“I think the medicine is working. The doctors, at first, weren’t sure what to do. Apparently that strain of flu that I had was really rare. They got their act together, and just in time. I was afraid that my illness was fatal. I sure as heck wasn’t getting any better.”

“No, you weren’t,” agreed Angela. “You gave us all a fright. Promise me you’ll never do that again!”

Angela squeezed Maxine’s hand.

“I promise, dear,” said Maxine.

“Thanks for being here for us,” said Henry. “It really has meant the world to us to have you by our side in this time of need.”

“As if there were any two ways about it!” cried Angela.

Angela gave Maxine a hug. Then she walked up to Henry and hugged him as well. She remained for a few more minutes and then took her leave. She headed back to her apartment to start deciding on ways to let Eric know that she had chosen to go to work for Frank.

What She Needs Part 3

 

Paving the Way

 

Angela had been overwhelmed with the amount of stuff that was going on in her life. There were her relationships, her interview, Maxine getting sick, and the romance with Anderson. She loved her life, but even she had to admit that things were getting a bit busy. It was Sunday night, and she knew that tomorrow she would have to break the news to her boss, Eric, that she was accepting Frank Edwards’ offer to go and work for him. She dreaded this conversation, for Eric had been a great boss for the entire time that she had worked for him. But she counted on him understanding that this move was only to advance her career. It was nothing personal.

Since it was Sunday night and the rest of the world was getting ready for the workweek, Angela decided to have a relaxing night alone. As she was wont to do, she decided to have a bath and then watch Netflix. As she got into her robe, she started preparing the bath by adding bubbles as well as essential oils. Her bath was one of the best things about her apartment. It was large, had jets for massaging her tender muscles, and plenty of room to move around. The faucet was a heavy, thick stream, and filled up the bath quickly.

Angela dropped her robe and put one foot into the bath. It was piping hot. Then she slid in comfortably, swinging her other leg over the edge of the bath and fully submerging herself into the relaxing, pulsating jets. She closed her eyes and let out a long, drawn-out sigh of relief.

Whenever she took a long bath like this, her mind always went to how her life was doing. This evening, her mind was filled with positive emotions. She was moving up in her career. She had great relationships. Anderson, the hottest billionaire in town, was treating her like a downright queen. She had been having great sex with some great people. In fact, Angela thought merrily, she was turning into quite the little slut. She had had several sexual encounters with different people in the past week alone. But she knew those encounters were safe, and as long as she wasn’t careless in letting the wrong people find out, she figured, what was the harm?

She thought of the last blowjob she had given Anderson. Angela had seen a lot of cocks in her life, but none of them were quite as nice as Anderson’s. She loved everything about it. She wasn’t one to love blowjobs all that much, but she had to admit that going down on Anderson was downright fun. He seemed to appreciate it so much.

As she thought of Anderson’s dick, she grabbed the nozzle of her bath and lowered it just in front of her pussy. She spread her knees and brought the stream of water in close. It was amazing how much it felt as though she was receiving head. The nozzle pulsated and stimulated her clit, massaging around her outer lips. She kept the nozzle there for a few minutes.

She was rapidly becoming very turned on. She rubbed the nipple of one of her massive tits, circling it with her thumb and forefinger. She was on the brink of orgasm. She then dropped the nozzle and began rubbing her lips with her free hand. In a few more moments she was rocked to her core by an explosive orgasm. It felt wonderful.

Afterwards, she got out of the tub and opened the drain, letting the water dissipate. She threw on her robe and made her way to the TV. She turned on the news. There was more stuff going on with Anderson’s firm. They were expanding their human resources and hiring all kinds of new people from around the world. After the merger, Anderson’s firm would be the largest consulting company in the world, with operations on all the continents.

“Oh, Anderson,” she murmured to herself. “You are one powerful man. And I am your woman.”

The next day at the office it was Monday morning, and everyone seemed a little groggy. Eric came to her desk and brought her some fresh coffee. Double cream, double sugar. Just the way she liked it. She accepted happily and then mentioned to Eric that there was something she wanted to talk to him about when he had the chance.

“Just give me a few hours, Angela. I need to review some documents. Anderson Cromby wants feedback by the end of the day. Come to me at around lunch. Maybe we can go out and grab a bite together.”

Angela spent the rest of the morning performing some menial tasks. She had a few spreadsheets to look over, and a deck or two to begin. When it came time for lunch, Eric reappeared at her desk and suggested that they go to Folocia’s. It was a new Italian restaurant that had just opened up down the block.

“You know that I am Italian-American, right?” asked Angela.

“I think I did know that,” responded Eric. “So in honor of that fact, we can enjoy the food of your people.”

At the restaurant, Eric ordered seafood linguini and a Perrier. Angela just had a salad.

“So, Angela,” began Eric. “What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Well, first of all, let me just say that I have given this some very deep thought. As you know, I have been entertaining the idea of going to work for Frank Edwards. As much as I regret leaving your company, for I have spent many rewarding years working for you, I have to say that I am going to accept Frank’s offer. I hope you can understand why.”

“Well, it will be difficult for us to replace you. You have created quite the niche for yourself at our firm. You know my thoughts on your work performance. You have always over-delivered. However, I suppose that I have to respect your decision. If things don’t end up working for you over at the government, know that you’ll always have a place back here on my team.”

Angela was heart-warmed to hear Eric’s very reasonable response to her decision.

“I want us to keep in touch, Eric,” said Angela. “You were a great boss, and I hope that now we can start being friends.”

“That would be great.”

“Let’s have dinner again next week, after I have finished moving my stuff out of the office. I want to show you the club that I belong to. It’s called the Carlisle Club. Since we are friends now, I want us to develop the relationship.”

“Sounds great. Here’s my cell number. Just give me a call when you want to get together and we’ll work it out.”

That evening, Angela decided to pay a visit to her mother. She took a cab directly from the office to her apartment on the far end of town. Approaching the entrance, she found her name on the buzzer and pressed the button.

“Yes?” came Karen’s voice through the intercom.

“It’s Angela. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were doing.”

“Come on up.”

Angela entered Karen’s apartment. It was medium-sized, with some basic furniture. There was a couch, a TV, a dining table, a large kitchen with many appliances, and a bedroom with a double bed and some book shelves.

Angela walked over to the couch, took off her bag, and had a seat.

“Can I get you anything, dear?” asked Karen. “A cup of tea, perhaps?”

“Yes, that would be wonderful, Mom,” said Angela.

As Karen was preparing the tea, Angela took out her phone and went over some work emails. She was in the process of letting her contacts know that she would be switching jobs. Eric had found a replacement for her, a young woman by the name of Tina Tupinski, who had just graduated with her MBA from an Ivy League school. Over the coming week, it would be Angela’s job to orient Tina to her position so that the transition would be as smooth as possible.

When Karen reentered the living room, she had a tray with a teapot on it and two ceramic mugs. She placed it on the coffee table and sat down next to Angela. She poured tea into the two mugs and then offered Angela sugar, but Angela preferred to take hers plain. They drank in silence for several minutes.

“How’s everything at work, dear?” asked Karen. “Are you going to be accepting Frank’s offer?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. I just told Eric, who is rather sad to see me go. Apparently I am pretty valuable at the firm.”

“Well, I always knew that. You have always been smart and good in business environments. I have always said that.”

“What about you, Mom? What’s new in your life?”

“You won’t believe it, but I actually met someone. His name is Ben Taylor. He’s sixty-three years old, and he’s a retired banker. We met at bingo the other night. He is so kind, Angela.”

Angela was truly happy for her mom. Ever since her father had died, Karen had been single. Karen was an attractive lady. She was slim, with long hair, and a good body for a woman her age. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be able to attract a boyfriend.

“Wonderful, Mom!” exclaimed Angela. “And you are both retired, so you will be able to spend a lot of time together. Do I hear wedding bells?”

Karen laughed so hard she had to put down her tea.

“No, Angie. Not yet. We only just met! But he is taking me to the movies this Friday. Speaking of which, since Rosalie is still in town with Sam, perhaps the five of us could do something. Perhaps bowling might be fun?”

Angela wondered to herself if she could bring Anderson along. That would make it six people on the outing. A good number. Three couples.

“That is a good idea, Mom,” said Angela. “I am really busy this week. I have to teach the new girl to my position. But on the weekend I should be free. Let’s try to do something then. And I can bring Anderson.”

Karen’s eyes lit up.

“Do you think he would want to go to a dingy bowling alley? I mean, a man of his position … don’t you think he would a bit embarrassed to be seen at a place like that?”

“I think he loves me, Mom. Plus, he’d love to meet my family. All of us.”

Just at that moment, Angela’s phone vibrated. She checked the display and it was Anderson. The text simply said:

Hey babe, thinking of you. Today was a killer day. Very busy. I need some Angela time. Can I swing by your place tonight at around 8:00 p.m.?

Karen and Angela finished their tea. Angela stayed a bit longer. She wanted to find out more about Ben. It turned out he had had a very interesting career. He had worked his way high up in his firm as an investment banker. Then he joined the army as a senior officer and served two terms overseas. Now, he was retired. As Karen said, he was going nuts with all the time that he had on his hands. Bingo was just one of the activities that he occupied himself with. He was also an avid sailor and collected rare first-edition books. He was extremely well read and highly educated. Angela was very happy for her mother.

When it came time to go, Angela excused herself and thanked Karen for the tea. She said she would try to see if Anderson wanted to go bowling on the weekend. This got Karen very excited. They hugged goodbye, and Angela left the apartment.

 

Romance in the Air

During her cab ride home, she texted Anderson to let him know he could come over whenever he wanted. She got a message back that he would be there in half an hour.

Back at her apartment, Angela decided to get ready for Anderson. She dimmed the lights, put on some low-volume jazz (she was partial to Miles Davis), and set out some scented candles. Then she walked over to her closet and looked for something sexy to put on.

There were a number of dresses that would have been perfect. They were all very revealing and sexy, but she decided to go with some lingerie instead. She picked a pretty red number out of her closet and held it up against herself in front of the mirror. The lingerie, complementing her beautiful, dark hair and Mediterranean complexion, was perfect.

The red-laced bra was skimpy, revealing a lot of skin and was see-through enough to expose her brown nipples. The panties were crotchless and rode up her ass in the back, exposing her perfectly round buttocks. She got into the lingerie and looked at herself in the mirror. She twirled about, getting a three-hundred-and-sixty degree view of her perfect body. She smiled to herself. She knew that Anderson would love this surprise.

She threw on a silk robe, tied it around her waist, and made her way to the kitchen. She rummaged through her fridge and found an unopened bottle of champagne. She placed the bottle into a metal bucket full of ice and brought it out to her dining room, placing the bucket on the table. Everything was perfect.

She sat down on the couch and turned her attention to her phone. As she waited for Anderson to arrive, she went through some more of her contacts, taking note of the ones she would have to call at work.

When she heard a knock at the door, her heart leapt. She walked over to the door and playfully asked who it was.

“It’s the police,” was the answer.

Anderson’s voice was unmistakable.

“Have I been bad?” she asked playfully.

“You have been very naughty. Now open up so that you can receive your punishment.”

“I hope that it is a very big, hard punishment.”

Angela opened the door and Anderson was standing there, wearing a dark blue suit and a beige overcoat. He was carrying some Styrofoam containers which, by the looks of them, had sushi in them.

“May I come in?” he asked.

Angela grabbed him by the overcoat and pulled him in. Anderson barely had time to close the door before Angela stood up her tiptoes and kissed his lips passionately. She pushed him up against the door and, taking off his overcoat, ran her hands all over his body and through his hair. She began to take off his clothes very deliberately, throwing them onto a lounge chair that was in the living room.

Anderson’s hands were all over Angela’s body. First they were gliding their way through her hair. Then they traced the outline of her back. He stopped to feel one magnificent boob in his strong hand. Then he brought his hands down to her butt. He could tell through the robe that there was hardly anything beneath.

“Come with me,” ordered Angela to a nearly-naked Anderson.

They walked over to the couch and sat down. Angela uncorked the ice-cold champagne and poured each of them a glass. Then she took the food that Anderson had brought and laid it out onto the table. They each ate for a while, not really wanting to speak or to spoil the moment. When they had had their fill, Angela cleared the food away and sat back on the couch, directly opposite to Anderson. She leaned back and let her robe fall to the floor. Her legs were spread just enough so that Anderson got a view of her beautiful, pink pussy.

“So how was your day, honey?” asked Angela.

Anderson gulped. He was rapidly becoming red in the face and turned on beyond measure.

“Uh, it was fine. I am going to be making preparations to visit France. There is some business that we need to settle in Paris. New offices opening up and all that. How was your day?”

Angela reached down and started playing with her pussy.

“It was fine,” said Angela casually. “I told Eric that I’d be leaving the firm to go to work for Frank. He seemed to take it well enough, although I think they are going to have a hard time replacing me.”

Angela’s fingers danced across her pussy, now spreading her lips, now rubbing her clit. She started to notice a bulge forming in Anderson’s trousers.

“And how’s your mother doing?” asked Anderson, trying to sound nonchalant.

“She has a new boyfriend,” replied Angela in a monotone voice.

“Oh, good for her!”

“Come here,” Angela ordered.

Anderson crawled over to her and kissed her on the lips. Then Angela directed his head down, fingers running through his hair, until he was directly in front of her pussy lips.

Anderson didn’t have to ask what Angela wanted. He licked around her lips, spending time on her clit. His tongue probed around her pussy, entering her hole and then dancing back out to softly massage her inner lips. He brought a hand up and spread her lips, so that he could more accurately reach the inner folds of her vagina.

Angela moaned in pleasure. She started grinding her hips, pushing her pussy into Anderson’s face. Anderson savored the taste, not wasting any time kissing and making out with her vulva. This went on for a solid fifteen minutes.

Then Angela lifted her hips and slid her panties down so that they dangled on one ankle. She turned around and pushed her ass into the air. Anderson got a wonderful view of her pussy and ass, and still kneeling before her, began licking her pussy from behind. His face was positioned directly in front of her private area. He reached up and spread her cheeks. He kissed her asshole, and then licked her pussy some more. Angela cried out in pleasure.