Authors: SL Carpenter
Richard smirked and adjusted his pants.
She felt the emptiness of her heart as he hesitantly walked out and closed the door.
Before she could turn away from the door she heard a knock. “Room Service…You ordered some sex to be delivered?”
“Wooohooo, it must be the cute clerk!” she joked, knowing it was Richard.
She opened the door and Richard frowned at her. “Cute clerk, huh? I’ll show you…”
Linda giggled and ran across the room and into the bedroom as Richard closed the door and chased after her. She stood on the bed in just a robe and motioned her hands to box. “Come on, you…you big pussy!”
“You are what you eat.” Richard tugged his shirt off and jumped on the bed and faked boxing her. The laughing became louder when Richard found her weakness. Well, one of them. Water was one, men with large penises were another, but her other weakness was that she was insanely ticklish.
“Aha, I have you now.”
“Nooooo, stop tickling me you jerk!” Linda slapped at his hands grabbing at her breasts and tickling her ass. She tried to jump off the bed and Richard grabbed her and their legs tangled and they flopped onto the bed with a loud thud.
“
Oh my god
,” she blurted out.
Richard stared back at Linda’s deep green eyes and kissed her forehead. He slowly kissed her eyes then the tip of her nose. His mouth found its home when he kissed her soft red lips. They melted into each other like butter from the heat of their passion.
“You’re gonna make me late for work tomorrow.”
Linda stared at Richard with a big smile on her face. “Who cares?”
- - -
Linda awoke to the phone ringing in her ear. She mumbled, “I’m up, I’m up, just five more minutes.” Then she fell back to sleep never knowing who called.
Slowly stretching like a cat, she felt the soreness from sex between her thighs. It was a pleasant ache; she felt well used. She jerked upright realizing Richard was gone. Then she cuddled back into bed and felt the warmth of the blankets that was a cocoon for their sex. The indention of his body still sunk into the mattress. She rubbed the sheets where he had lain and leaned over, breathing in his smell.
She began to drift back to sleep when she heard the faint moaning of a woman. Linda smiled and listened to the steady thrusting and squeaking of bedsprings. It made her remember last night with Richard and his long hard strokes into her. Her body still ached from the pounding of his big body against her.
She heard an abrupt jerk and a man’s grunt followed by the silence of fulfillment.
“Damn, Stacy, your pussy’s gonna break down from too much usage.”
Linda opened her eyes and squinted at the clock. “
Oh shit
!” She saw the time. “I asked for a wake up call. I must have slept through it.”
She scurried to grab her clothes and her shower set a new speed record. She rushed to the door with her hair still wet and very little make-up on. Opening the room door, she was greeted with a dozen roses and a card by the bellhop.
She inhaled the fragrance of the roses and quickly read the card.
These roses are beautiful,
They are fresh and the petals soft.
The buds will bloom in time as you admire them.
But they can’t compare,
To the beauty that is you.
Last night was incredible, and I can’t forget it.
So I took a pair of your panties,
To breathe in the sweet scent of passion.
But, DAMN, these things are uncomfortable.
Richard.
See you at dinner
.
- - -
The meetings consisted of details of the mergers and various other things that Linda basically ignored because she was lost in a daze, thinking of the previous evening.
The morning break came and she strolled to the bathroom. She had just started fixing her make-up when Stacy walked in. Standing in front of the mirror, Linda looked at herself. She turned to see her profile and pulled her tummy in and stuck her breasts out.
“Damn Linda, where are you today?” Stacy asked. “This guy must really have gotten to you.”
“Why do you say that?” Linda smiled.
“You’re glowing. I haven’t glowed like that since…
you slut
, you slept with that guy didn’t you?” Stacy poked her and teased.
Linda couldn’t help but blush.
“Oh come on, Linda, tell me?” Stacy begged.
Like a schoolgirl, Linda gushed about Richard and the pool. “This guy is so hot. I can’t believe how he gets to me!” Linda said as she fanned herself and held her other hand against her chest. “We had a wonderful dinner, then…umm…”—she looked around, making sure nobody else was there—”we fucked in the hot tub.” Linda became giddy as she continued. “When we went back to the room, he became so gentle, and we made love. Mmm, this guy has such a way of getting to me. Lord, he has such a beautiful coc-…umm, sorry,” she said, catching herself.
Stacy patted a tissue across her forehead as she reacted to Linda’s story.
“He works for some company in San Francisco. And with our company maybe merging and all…who knows where I’ll end up.” Linda sighed, realizing the truth.
She was rationalizing the situation and the fact that she really liked Richard but knew this was going to be a simple fling. Their distance apart and the fact she didn’t know where she might end up with her company just frustrated her more.
She was determined to make the best of it though. She straightened her shoulders as she and Stacy walked back into the conference room.
As they entered, Steve walked over to them.“Hey, I thought you couldn’t go out last night?” he angrily barked.
“What the hell are you talking about Steve?”
“I saw you last night with that guy, dancing and whatever.”
“So what? What business is it of yours what I do?”
“Well I didn’t just bring you here for business! First you insist on bringing Stacy. You know she hates me. Then you stand me up last night.”
Stunned and extremely pissed off, Linda looked at Steve with her eyes burning. “You think that I came here so we could be
together
? What the hell gave you that idea?”
“Hey, remember who your boss is babe. When this merger goes through things may be different and I’d hate to see you get passed over for a promotion because you weren’t a team player.”
“A team player? What, because I won’t fuck you, my job is in jeopardy? Go
fuck
yourself you…you prick, nobody helped me get here and you aren’t going to control me. I’ll go to—”
Interrupting, Steve grabbed her arm. “You go to anyone, I’ll have you fired and say you made it up. Don’t toy with me missy. You can’t win this one. I’ll see you tonight. Don’t stand me up again.”
- - -
Linda’s day was ruined. She was outraged and trapped. She wouldn’t let someone do this to her, but waiting and tolerating the harassment for so long made her feel stupid. She liked her job and co-workers but wouldn’t put up with this.
Linda sat alone at lunch, eating her tuna salad. She saw Stacy walk through the restaurant door, and motioned for her to sit down.
Smiling, Stacy walked over and sat down. She was out of breath and flushed. Her forehead had a hint of sweat on it and she seemed extremely hot.
“You okay?” Linda inquired.
“What, huh? Yep, I’m fine, I just need to calm down a little.” Stacy panted.
Bewildered, Linda looked at her. She noticed a small wet spot on her blouse. “Hey, you got something on your top, Stacy.”
Stacy smiled and wiped it off with a napkin. “That kid is insatiable.”
“You’re terrible.” Linda closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. She held back her spontaneous giggle.
“Hey, he wanted to see me for lunch, so I came…and so did he.” She winked. “You okay, Linda? You look stressed.”
“Yes, well actually no. Steve told me that he asked me here because he thought we would…well…you know.”
“
Steve
?” Stacy stared at her friend then rolled her eyes. “What a fuckin’ slimebag.” Obviously pissed, Stacy asked, “You want me to take care of him? I’ll have him—”
“No, Stacy, I’ll handle this. He won’t get away with it.
“Nobody messes with one of my girls.”
“It’s okay, really. I’ll take care of it.” Linda leaned in, “So, tell me about this guy.”
“He’s the clerk at the hotel. Damn guy is so fine. All he wants to do is fuck. I mean that’s all he wants to do. Not like I mind but damn, I’m eight years older than him. It’s cute though. I told him I was just going to use him for sex, then leave.”
Linda finally smiled and felt better.
“Guess what he said?”
“What?” Linda asked curiously.
“He told me that he wanted to come to San Diego on a transfer and he could set us up with a weekly hotel room romp.” She winked, smiling ear to ear, wiggling her eyebrows. “This guy is great”
Stacy smiled “You know what, Linda. Fuck Steve.”
“
What
?”
“No, you blonde goofball, I mean forget him. He can’t touch you. I also heard that they’re bringing in this new hotshot, so
he
will be in charge of the department anyway and ol’ Stevo will be…whooosh” Stacy motioned, sliding out the door with her hands.
“Thanks, Stacy. I hope you’re right.”
“No problem, sweetie. Now where’s the ladies room? I gotta pee.”
- - -
The night air was damp and heavy, blowing through her room. It felt like it would rain. That was fine with Linda; she loved the rain. She lit candles on the table by the window and had set the mood with some R&B music playing softly in the background.
She was dressed in a white blouse with no bra and a black skirt. The slit on the side of the skirt showed off her toned legs. Linda wanted a thong because the skirt was so short and didn’t want pantylines. So she had gone to a lingerie shop and picked one up. She felt it was somewhat of a waste because it wouldn’t be on too long anyway. Still, she liked the feel of it tightened around her pussy. She stood looking in the mirror and pushed up her breasts making sure they looked perfect. She laughed at her erect nipples—she was already excited and Richard wasn’t even there.
She sprayed some of her favorite perfume on her wrists and rubbed them together. The fragrance floated to her nose and she closed her eyes. The clean vanilla scent was warm but not musky and made her feel soft. She drew her wrists against her neck to spread the scent. Her arms brushed against her breasts and she bit her lip, thinking about putting the perfume somewhere useful. She pulled up her skirt and sprayed a mist of perfume onto the lace of the thong and area surrounding her pussy.
She jumped back to reality when there was a knock at the door. Linda opened the door and Richard stood there smiling ear to ear.
He wore a nice dress jacket, blue shirt unbuttoned a little and dark blue slacks. She liked his polka-dotted slip-on tennis shoes. They were so him.
Dinner was exquisite. Lobster in butter sauce and a small steak with sautéed mushrooms. They chatted innocently for a bit. Linda played with her food while Richard left not a scrap as he picked his plate clean. Linda looked into his eyes and saw him eyeballing her steak.
Linda started to tell Richard about her day. “It was okay. All the meetings and my damned boss…he…oh, never mind.”
“What? Tell me,” he asked.
“He’s pressuring me to… you know.”
“What?”
“You know, to um, well…don’t be dense, Richard.”
“No, tell me. Is he threatening you? Is he asking you to do unethical things? What?”
“He basically told me that if I didn’t sleep with him he’d make my job miserable.”
I shouldn’t have told him.
“Fuck him!” he laughed.
“You know, Stacy told me the same thing.” Linda felt relief in telling people. She knew it would be better. She finished telling him about what Steve was like and his snake like tactics at work.
Richard sat staring at her plate of food. Linda rolled her eyes and pushed her plate toward him. He smiled and started devouring her steak. “You’re going to need your energy, so eat up.” She snickered and Richard gulped loudly, then chased the steak with a drink of wine.
After eating, Linda sat on the sofa in the living room area of her suite. The night air filled the room. Richard tossed his jacket onto the dining room chair and sat down next to Linda. They stared out the sliding window into the beautiful, clear night sky and talked about work and other unimportant things to pass time. Linda propped her legs up onto Richard. He looked at her legs and how the curves sloped up to her thighs.
He watched the expression play across her face as he rubbed her aching feet.
“My feet are killing me. That feels great.” Linda smiled.
He painstakingly massaged her toes, soothing them. The balls and heels of her feet were stiff. He poured a small amount of wine into his palm and anointed her feet with the drink.
“That tickles!” Linda giggled but didn’t pull her feet away.
He continued to stroke and fondle her feet. It had an immediate effect; her nipples were protruding and Richard noticed. His wet palms crept up her legs to her ankles and the backs of her calves. The muscles tensed and relaxed at his touch.
By this time Linda had closed her eyes, soaking in his thorough massage. She focused on nothing except the pleasure of his hands on her body. His attention to detail made the massage more erotic and seem to last forever.