Story 17 #4
“I have a meeting with the other executives and the board of directors in about half an hour,” he said. “Normally, Laurie would come in with me and take notes. Do you think you could do that today instead? I know you’re not a secretary, but…”
“Sure!” she said. “I’ll bring my notepad and take down notes for you.” She was smiling again. It warmed his heart to see her happy.
“Excellent. Until then…” He reached into his pocket for his phone. He set an alarm for 9:55, to avoid being late for his meeting. He set the phone on his desk and sat down in his revolving chair, unzipping his pants and pulling his flaccid cock out through the front flap of his boxers. “You think you can get this taken care of before the meeting?”
“Of course, sir.” She knelt down in front of him and took his flaccid shaft into her mouth, wetting it with excess amounts of spit. It quickly grew harder from the way she fondled his scrotum and gently circled her tongue around the head. It only took about 30 seconds to reach its maximum size. She took it out of her mouth for a moment, stroking the shaft and looking up at him. She kept a tight but not uncomfortable grip on it, letting the foreskin glide over the head over and over again. Even that much stimulation felt amazing coming from her. Most women around his age were not keen to give handjobs or even blowjobs and preferred that he go down on them and just stick it in without giving him the amount of foreplay he desired. Gaining and maintaining his erection was almost entirely his responsibility with women in their 30s and 40s. It left much to be desired from his sex life. Sometimes, all he wanted was to be jerked off by a woman and given an orgasm and then be taken for a ride to her satisfaction afterward. The women in his life had often insisted that he do all the work in the bedroom, and he was not fond of this ideal whatsoever.
She maintained eye contact, licking her hand for lubrication and taking a firm grasp back on his shaft. He found it hard to believe that he was her first. “A-are you sure that I’m your first?” he asked between low groans of pleasure.
“You were the first to… y’know,” she said, not stopping the rhythmic stroking. “But not the first I saw or gave a handie to.”
“Thought so,” he smirked. “You know what? I have an idea to speed this up so there’s no way we miss that meeting.”
“Oh?”
“Yes,” he smiled. He picked up his smartphone off his desk and opened the private browser. He searched “older man younger girl” and scrolled through the video results until he found something that looked appealing. “Keep going,” he said, leaning back. “Jerk me a little faster, too.”
“O-okay…” She took his shaft in one hand and lubricated the other hand, firmly stroking only the head while the other hand worked up and down. He held back a moan. He watched the video on his phone. A man about his age was having anal sex with a girl about her age, and she was moaning and tearing up slightly from the combination of the pleasure and the pain. He quickly reached near-orgasm.
“In your mouth. Now,” he growled. “Take it in your mouth.” She did as she was told, closing her mouth around the head, still stroking his shaft. His cock throbbed and trembled, and he struggled not to thrust up into her mouth and make her gag as he shot his thick ropes of cum directly into her mouth. The steady flow of semen stopped after about 10 seconds. “Good girl. Now show it to me before you swallow it.”
She held out her tongue, which was thoroughly coated in his greyish-white cum. “Good girl… swallow it. All of it.” She gulped it down in one swallow and licked her lips, not breaking eye contact. He took a tissue out of the box on his desk and wiped off the head of his penis before tucking it back in his boxers and zipping up his pants. “You can get up now.” He bent down and kissed her on the forehead and took her hand to help her up.
They headed down the hall for the meeting with the board of directors, internally smirking but outwardly behaving as though nothing had happened. All three other C-level executives were there, as were the eight members of the board of directors. The CIO, COO, and CFO each had presentations to give, and he had notes in his briefcase for his plans for the following fiscal quarter. The other executives had more or less summed up his plan, but he still had to speak. He stood up at the front of the room with his notes, speaking effortlessly about his projections for not only the next fiscal quarter, but also the quarter after next, going into the next fiscal year. His plans were well-received, and he answered the questions of each board member without hesitation. Jodie diligently took down notes, which she was to later type and email to him.
The meeting took about two hours in total, leaving them an hour until lunch. They both headed back to his office. She took a seat across from his desk with her laptop, typing down the notes from the meeting into one email. She hit "send" and he took the notes back for the stack of papers to be shredded after lunch. He worked on his laptop as well, sending out thank-you emails to each individual member of the board of the directors and sifting through the dozens of other emails that he had received regarding the meeting, the future of the company, or general questions about his business from corporations who were considering doing business with Hutton & Sons.
They passed the time until lunch. At five minutes to one, he checked his watch. "Did you want to go out for lunch, or you could pick something up and bring it back here?"
"Either one is okay with me," she replied. "What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that we would go out for lunch, get a quick bite to eat, and then maybe mess around in my car." She looked up at him from her laptop and blushed. He smirked. "It's your turn, y'know. You already got me off before the meeting." She blushed even redder. "Aww, honey. It's okay." He stood up and bent to kiss her on the forehead. "Let's get going before lunch traffic starts." He pulled his hat and coat off the rack and let her out ahead of him, locking his office behind both of them.
They headed down to the parking lot, and he guided her to his car with a firm hand on her back. He double-clicked the key fob and opened the passenger-side door for her, gesturing for her to get in, and he shut it as she got settled in the seat. He went back around and slid into the driver's seat, sticking the key in the ignition and turning the engine over. "What did you want for lunch?"
"Maybe a sandwich?"
"That works." He checked his mirror and backed out of the parking space and exited the parking lot, driving just a few minutes to a small sandwich shop. "Do you have any preference?"
"Whatever sounds good to you," she smiled. He nodded and got out. He slapped a 20-dollar bill down on the counter and ordered two small Italian subs. The cashier took the money and handed him his change. It only took about five minutes to get both sandwiches. He headed back and gently tossed her her sandwich. They were small but filling, so they could easily tide both a smallish woman and a grown man over until dinnertime. They did not talk much over their lunch, opting for an efficent, silent meal.
As they both finished up, he rebuckled his seat belt and took off down the road, heading for a secluded part of Central Park. Most adults were at work and most children were in school, so there would be next to nobody there save for retirees or stay-at-home parents with young children. He pulled around to the quietest corner and unbuckled his seat belt. He turned the ignition off, leaving the key inside. He looked to her expectantly. "It is your turn to get off, you know." She blushed and looked away from him. "Hey. Hey. Look at me." He reached over to her to gently turn her head in his direction, resting his hand on her cheek. "Now, do you want me to do it for you or would you rather do it yourself?" She glanced at her wristwatch.
"I think it'd be faster if I did it myself..." she said, looking away from him once more. He turned her back to face him and smirked.
"Go on, then."
"Yes, sir..." She kicked her flats off and put her feet up on the seat to spread her legs out. She licked two fingers on one hand and reached up her skirt to move her panties aside with the other. She began to rub in circles on her clit, biting her lip.
"Mmm, good girl. Keep going. Press down harder."
"Yes, sir." She did as she was told, rubbing more firmly and aggressive on her clit, alternating between side-to-side and up-and-down movements. He watched intently, crossing his arms to feign judgment. She noticed and blushed, closing her eyes to focus. Before long, her legs trembled and she could not hold back a shuddering moan as she got her release. She savored it for about 30 seconds and then rested for a moment before lowering her legs, slipping her feet back into her shoes, and rebuckling her seat belt.
"Good girl. We can head back now," he smiled.
When they got back to work, there were about 15 minutes left to their lunch hour. They headed back up to his office, and they decided to work through the remainder of lunch. After lunch, he had found, the rest of the day was always a breeze. He did not have any more meetings today. All he had to do was send out emails, make a few phone calls, and pass communications off to his new assistant to schedule meetings and appointments. A few hours of doing that after lunch felt like nothing compared to starting the day. Lunch was the top of the hill, and the rest of the day rolled down the hill effortlessly before reaching the hill of the next workday.