Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Hunter
B y lunchtime, the networking and welcoming party was drawing to a close, but I was invited from there to various other places for lunch. I declined them all when I realized that just like my secretary, I was exhausted from all the working and traveling, and this was a vacation for me, so I was going to take my well-deserved rest.
After rejecting them all, I left the venue and pulled out my phone to call my secretary. I wondered if she had done as I had told her, and a part of me almost expected her to not have. I was going to be furious if this was the case, I was sure, so as her phone rang, I hoped to God, she hadn’t defied me.
“Sir?” she asked.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“Um... in the lobby waiting. Reception.”
I sighed. Of course she hadn’t left.
“I’m ready to leave, are you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Did you do what I asked?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, and I was a bit surprised.
“Alright, get the car arranged. Let’s head back.”
“I have lunch scheduled, Sir,” she said. “Do you have anything in particular that you want to eat?”
“Have whatever it is delivered to our room. I want to go to bed. Wake me up in time for the meeting.” She seemed slightly surprised by this.
“Um, of course. Sure, Sir, I’ll handle it.”
I headed down to the lobby, and soon enough, I spotted her. I almost didn’t recognize her. Her hair was gorgeous and flowing, and just so striking that I couldn't look away. Her skin was a bit oily, and she still had on those wretched clothes, but most importantly, she was without her glasses. She looked the same but yet unrecognizable, and I realized then that she had indeed listened to me.
I saw the tote bag in her hand and didn't need to know that she had indeed bought a dress. With a nod of acknowledgment, we headed out together and found the chauffeur waiting with our car.
A little while later, we were back at the hotel, and we went our separate ways. It was the presidential suite with separate doors, even though they were connecting, so we didn’t need to enter together. Given the encounter we had had earlier that morning, it would no doubt feel awkward now to do so.
Soon she disappeared and was out of sight, and after completely stripping off, I shut the blinds and napped for the first time in almost a decade without any guilt whatsoever in the bright and sunny afternoon.
A few hours later, I woke up to the setting sun. It wasn't a new sight, since I was able to catch it from wall-to-ceiling windows in my office in Manhattan but seeing it here in a completely different country and continent was interesting, to say the least.
So, I remained in bed and watched until eventually, my thoughts went to my secretary. It would be time for dinner soon, and I hated to admit that I couldn’t truly wait to see the dress that she bought. I wondered if she would look the same, and if she didn’t, I wondered even more what I was going to do about it.
I still didn’t want to be distracted by any females but given that I was on vacation with her and had overheard what she had said to her friend, I had to admit that I was playing a very dangerous game. Soon enough, my phone began to ring, and even though I wanted to go back to bed, I couldn't, and so I retrieved it from where it was charging on the nightstand and tried my best to avoid looking at emails and simply read the text message she had sent to me.
“We have to leave in about forty-five minutes, Sir,” she said, “So that we won’t be late.”
I was more than aware of the schedule, but I didn’t need that long to get ready. Still, I found myself shamefully excited to see her, and so I got up and headed over to the bathroom.
In there, I took my time with the warm shower and basked in the kind of ease I hadn’t felt in years. Unfortunately, however, I couldn’t help picturing her body as well... at least what I had seen of it that morning, and it was stimulating, to say the least. Glimpses of her that I had seen kept flashing through my mind throughout the day. Even when I was in the breakfast meeting, sometimes conversations would get too boring, and I would zone out, the fullness of her gorgeous breasts and her ass coming to mind. It had been such a while since I had noticed any particular woman. The last couple of years had been hell, but now I was coming up for air and couldn’t help but recall just how insane my libido used to be.
Now it seemed as though it was back to life. Now, with these mere thoughts about her, I gazed down and saw that I was hardening. I wondered what to do about it. The sane thing was not to pay it any attention, but what was the point in restricting myself? What was the harm, since she would never know? And so, holding my girth length, I began to stroke myself until pleasure began to simmer through my veins. I felt heated all over, excited, especially as I thought about what it would feel like to suck on her breasts, to feel her ass bouncing on my cock as she rode me reverse, and my hands went even faster.
“I needed to fuck her.”
This was all I could think of as I came closer and closer to the edge. It was inappropriate; it was something I would never do in my right senses, and I was out of control. However, I couldn’t stop. So far, she had been so proper and professional, but I didn’t want that anymore. I wanted to see the real her. I wanted to see just how wild she could be and how early she could scream my name as I made her come. I wanted the heat of her mouth around my cock, and I wanted her sucking so hard on the head that I blanked out.
“Fuck!” I cursed as cum spurted out of my dick. It splashed against the glass wall before me and stained my hands. The release was incredibly sweet, though brief, but I felt lighter, more in control. However, the fact that I had just jerked off to her was alarming, to say the least, as I regained all my senses. I needed to be careful, or else I was going to get carried away. This was one of the wiles of vacation, but I decided that perhaps it was time to let loose. It was only ten days, and I could be a little bit unrestrained.
The problem, however, was that she was highly competent with her work and knowledgeable about the field, and I really didn’t want to lose her and have to start all over again in finding someone who could understand all aspects of my business and me in order to coordinate things as wonderfully as she had so far.
Sighing, I got out of the shower and made my final decision.
Work was always more important. Being disciplined was always more important, and so from that moment on, I wouldn’t push her into looking more feminine even though it was nearly impossible to keep my mind from recalling just how indescribably gorgeous and fuckable she had looked naked.