His Pleasure (Jennifer's Week Book 1)

by Jade Olsen

  I was breathing heavy and went outside with my hand on the limousine idling at the curb. I was feeling a little faint and my cheeks were flushed, but somehow I had persevered.

  The window rolled down like magic and I saw the concerned face of Diana looking at me behind her glasses.

  “I don’t like seeing you like this. You don’t need this kind of drama in your life. You have a clear set of rules that you live by and you never deviate from them. There’s always a semblance of structure that I can set my watch to.” She made me sound like I was predictable and that I didn’t take a walk on the wild side once in awhile to feel alive.

  She wasn’t wrong. I was complacent and this girl who had me jumping through hoops had given me the shot in the arm that I was looking for. There was no denying how touching those panties made me want something that was forbidden. I could only imagine what they would be like nestled in between the cheeks of a sexually promiscuous woman.

  I opened the black bag and saw that fabric mocking me begging me to run my fingers through it. I closed it with a little catch in my throat. I dropped it into the seat next to Diana and then went in search of my next clue.

  I was greeted by the old man in back carrying three different flowers. The red rose was a time-honored favorite, but I didn’t think this woman was of predictable taste. There were a white orchid and a purple carnation. I chose the white orchid clearly untouched and virginal with the slight hint of something lurking underneath those plain white petals.

  “This one is on the house. I hope you make it all the way to the end. Take this and don’t open it until you get someplace more private. She told me not to look, but I did and I don’t regret it for one moment.” The old man had a wedding ring digging into his finger, but I could see the faraway look of loss in his eyes.

  “She’s making me nervous and pushing me too far. I want to live careless and free without the hangouts of conventional thinking. I’m going to take a huge chance without even knowing what she looks like. She has touched me deeply and she has my undying gratitude for making this trip something more than business.” He handed me a card that directed me to a website.

  I was going to have to punch in that website into my laptop that was currently sitting in a black leather bag in the limousine.

  I was actually smiling when I left with that one white orchid in my hands. I got in and reached for my laptop lying at my feet. The zipper came undone and the sound made me reflect on moments where the shaking fingers of a woman was on her knees in front of me.

  I powered it up and adjusted myself after seeing five distinctly different poses of a female body without a face. The last one had her spreading her legs with her knees wide open. She was wearing a pair of panties the same color that I had chosen. They were soaking wet and making me thirsty to consume the hot juices staining the fabric.

  I had the laptop screen angled so that Diana couldn’t see what I was looking at, but my reaction pretty much gave it away.

  Chapter Three: Jennifer

  “I haven’t heard from him, but I know that he has been playing by the rules. He doesn’t know that I’m responsible and I’m afraid that he won’t want to take it any further because of our working relationship.” I sent the message and this time it was to Victoria.

  I heard her response and she was quite vocal in a way that made me blush.

  “Grab that man and show him that a woman can take the power. You have truly become a force to be reckoned with. Fuck his brains out and leave him a spent pile of flesh. I would be happy to be your go-between, but I can’t promise that I will leave him in one piece. We both know that you don’t need me holding your hand. Take that cock and use him for your own selfish pleasure. I doubt that he’s going to be complaining. Do something naughty to get his attention.” Victoria and Julia were giving me the necessary encouragement to take it to the next level.

  I did get reports from those that I had been working with in a romantic campaign that wasn’t for the faint of heart. I knew where he was going to be from his social media.

  I was sitting there in the restaurant before he arrived with my phone in my hand. I had left a token of my appreciation at his table. He would find the very panties that I was wearing all day.

  I saw him enter with a young lady and they were escorted to his table by the maitre D.

  It didn’t go exactly as I planned.

  The girl with him shrieked and she frantically tossed the panties that she had found in the air landing directly in his lap. There was a telltale flex below his waist.

  I was across from him wearing huge sunglasses and a colorful scarf wrapped around my head. He lifted those pair of panties to his nose to inhale the pungent scent of my sexual excitement. He looked directly at me and I spread my legs to give him the idea that I was the one that he was looking for.

  He was looking at the glistening lips of my naked pussy.

  I got up from the table and walked by him brushing my blood-red fingertips along his forearm. I felt somebody watching me and I glanced over my shoulder to see that he had turned abruptly with this need to undress me with his eyes.

  “I need to freshen up before lunch. Order me a glass of the wine I like and I will be right back.” I could hear his words and knew that my overture had been received favorably.

  “I know what I said about being careful, but maybe a leap of faith is necessary. You’ve been alone for too long and you always find fault with everyone. Go into this with your eyes wide open and ready to try something different.” The woman with him was giving him the necessary encouragement and I was grateful for the assistance.

  “I have to see where this goes.” He was embracing the game and following the scent of my expensive perfume drawing him closer to the fire where he was at the risk of getting burned.

  I heard his footsteps getting closer and I ducked into the women’s washroom standing breathless at the counter with my hands holding it. I kept the glasses on and the scarf to hide the color of my hair and the style.

  I heard the door opening and felt this rush of desire localized below my waist. My entire body was sizzling with electric energy from the top of my head all the way down to my delicate toes.

  His hot breath was on the back of my neck and I could feel his hands lightly pulling at my little red dress. I had bought it on an impulse to change the way I looked.

  The dress began to rise with his fingers bunched up into the fabric. He touched my neck with the tips of his fingers and I turned slightly to receive a kiss that made my legs visibly vibrate. His tongue found the path of least resistance sending profound signals to the pleasure center of my brain.

  “I don’t know what kind of game you are playing, but this has been the highlight of my year. I want to see all of you, but I feel it’s necessary to keep the mystery alive.” He was breathing heavy with that intoxicating scent of sex in the air.

  There was no way that I could tune him out and change the station.

  He had his arms around me holding me close with the object of my fascination pressing up behind me. The ice age of my love life was over with the warmth of his lips melting my resolve. I was clinically lonely, but I had broken out of my shell to become the woman I had always wanted to be.

  “The game isn’t over. This is just a taste for what is to come.” I probably should have censored my words and he took what I said as gospel.

  “What an interesting idea. Stand right there and don’t move.” He had his hand on the small of my back making me lean forward in a compromising position practically in broad daylight.

  “I don’t know what you intend to… DO.” The last word was a little higher punctuated by his finger underneath the dress gliding effortlessly along the wet lips of my sex.

  The hot breath that I had felt on my neck was on my pussy lips. The heat was enough to make me a prisoner of my own game. The first strike of his tongue had my legs almost collapsing out from underneath me. It was a good thing that he had his hands wrapped around my
legs.

  I shivered in place with Goosebumps appearing where I never thought it was possible along the inside of my thighs. I was begging him without words to make me cum and he apparently knew exactly what he was doing.

  In the back of my mind, I was aware that the door was open and anybody could walk in to find us doing something that would be scandalous to witness. I looked at my reflection and my face had changed into a mask of euphoria that had me hoping that it was never going to end.

  My chest was crimson red and my hardened nipples were poking obscenely through the dress. I had no need for a bra and it was quite obvious that I wasn’t wearing one. He tentatively explored the hot recess of my hole with his tongue leading the charge. I felt the fluttering tip inside of me and I was using those inner muscles to draw him in further.

  “Be careful back there or you might be in for a surprise.” I purposely kept my voice low thankful, that he didn’t recognize who I was from my slip of the tongue earlier when he touched me inappropriately.

  There was a slow buildup of pressure from the way that he was darting his tongue in and out of me with his thumbs holding my lips open for his manual manipulation of my flesh. I tried to restrain myself and I was making him work for it thinking that he was going to get frustrated and leave me wanting more.

  Anthony was not a typical man after his own selfish pleasure. He was enjoying the road less traveled and hearing my cries of ecstasy fueled him into a ravenous hunger. He was insatiable, completely in the moment without any thought of getting caught in the act.

  “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.” I put my knuckle against my mouth and drove my teeth into my sensitive flesh.

  He was able to rattle my cage and shake loose the orgasm that was threatening to erupt. Anthony prolonged my agony and pleasure by rubbing his thumb in a circle around my clit. I bucked uncontrollably, slapping my hands down on the counter, breaking a nail in the process and not giving a damn.

  I was confused and I wasn’t sure where to go from here. My entire body was shaken to its very core. There were no excuses for my improper behavior in public. My mother would believe that she raised me better than this. I had lost my mind and opened up my eyes to those pleasures that people denied themselves because they thought it was wrong.

  My mouth was open and I couldn’t seem to close it after feeling like my whole body was turned inside out.

  He worked a finger into the tight opening to feel for himself the way that my body was responding to his oral expertise. The rhythmic pulses squeezed him defiantly and I heard him sigh with frustration. I wouldn’t have traded what was happening for all the money in the world.

  I hated to be the cliché of a woman stalking her victim, but it felt good to be on the prowl ready to sink my teeth into a man worthy of my talents. I was going to return the favor, but he proved to be in a league of his own.

  His face was still occupying that space between my legs and his tongue began moving all over again.

  “Please… no more… I don’t know if I can take it.” My pleas were falling on deaf ears and he was attacking me with no breather in between.

  The orgasm that he had caused was spreading through my body like wildfire. I thought it was over, but he had turned up the heat by inserting his tongue where it had just vacated. He applied pressure and I willingly opened up to receive the oral appendage.

  I thought I was going to pass out, but I forced myself to take what he was giving me. The man had no off switch and was perfectly happy to satisfy without asking for anything in return.

  I was letting him do all the talking with more than words. There was a bit of fear of being discovered, but half the fun was the danger that was ready to pounce on us at any second. The fire was burning out of control with the added benefit of his tongue to stir those boiling juices to the surface.

  He was attentive and a giving lover which was going to make me crawl back on my hands and knees for more.

  I felt the second orgasm and it brought about a high pitched squeal of delight from my lips. I came for the second time and I did lose my faculties with my legs trembling in his embrace. I thought for sure that I was going to fall down, but he was able to keep me from having an unfortunate accident that would have injured more than my pride.

  I used to be cynical and in desperate need of finding the man of my dreams. I knew that I had fallen from grace. Men were easy creatures of habit and there was no denying that their thoughts primarily gravitated toward sex and sports.

  I found my second wind and reached back to push him away from me before he decided to go for the third round. I had my back toward him and I was pulling down the skintight material of my dress to make me more presentable to the public.

  Perception was all in the eye of the beholder.

  I stumbled on shaky legs from the room and left him on his knees savoring those juices on his lips.

  I had to make a clean exit without him catching up to me. The woman at his table never looked up from her phone with a glass of wine in the other hand swirling in a clockwise motion.

  I bypassed the table that I was sitting in and found the taxi waiting at the curb. I had alluded to a sizable tip if the driver was willing to stick around for a few minutes. I got in the back seat, turning my head to the side to avoid the possibility of him identifying me from a profile shot.

  I saw something dangling from my purse. I lifted it and I found myself accosted by his room key. It made me feel guilty but secretly excited to stand up to the challenge that he was issuing. I wondered if I was going to be able to keep a straight face when he came back to the office.

  “You’ll never guess what happened…” I went into detail in a text message to my friends describing everything including how I had found his room key.

  “Get naked in his room and climb underneath his sheets.”

  “Cover yourself in whipped cream and wait for him to pluck the cherry from where you strategically placed it on your clit.”

  “Show up wearing only a trench coat and something naughty underneath.”

  “Greet him at the door with a bag of sex toys and a good supply of batteries.” They weren’t telling me to slow things down and there was no differing of opinions.

  Chapter Four: Anthony

  I couldn’t get her out of my mind and I couldn’t even comprehend washing my mouth with her taste lingering on my lips. Concentrating on business wasn’t easy when I was more concerned about the pleasure I was going to find in my hotel room later that night.

  There were mockups of storyboards, but it wasn’t the final product. They gave me the basic idea of what they were going for and I was happy to give them the green light.

  “I want to put this to bed, but I need some time to think about it. I will have my people get in touch with your people to iron out the details. We have been going over these for the past couple of hours and my eyes are beginning to blur. I’m going to leave this in your capable hands.” I had talked to the chef at the hotel that I was staying and he had assured me that he was going to be able to make what I had requested.

  Beef Wellington was a guilty pleasure, but nobody in the United States could make it like the French. The chef in question was of French origin and he had learned at the feet of the masters with a degree in the culinary arts.

  “I’m sure that we can muddle through without you. I would like to know how to get in touch with you if we have any further questions.” Jennifer inquired about my lodging and I was kicking myself to think that she wasn’t going to be the one knocking on my door.

  “I would rather keep my whereabouts on a need to know basis. You have my number and you can call any time day or night.” I walked away, but I wanted her to pursue and found her catching up to me at the elevator with this twinkle of mischief in her eye.

  I thought for a moment that she was going to jump into my arms, but she outstretched her hand and gave me a firm handshake. I was disappointed and dangling the bait had given me no further insight into who
my mystery woman was. It would’ve been easy to single her out with a taste test, but that would’ve been taking things a little too far.

  “I just want to give you my personal assurance that everything will be taken care of. There’s no reason to worry about anything. I know you won’t be around to see your baby take its first steps, but I will make sure that I keep your vision exactly the way that we discussed.” She was making me yearn for something that wasn’t on the menu and I was hesitant to make the first move.

  “I trust you and your people seem to follow your lead. It’s a testament to your leadership. You might be stronger than anyone I know when faced with an insurmountable task. I want to thank you for all of your hard work and this won’t be the last time you see me. Feel free to touch base by e-mail or telephone.” I was letting her know in not so many words that I wanted to keep in touch under the pretense of business-related matters.

  She wasn’t wearing a little red dress and I had been on the lookout for the woman in red to no avail. It was a little unnerving to think that she was in plain sight and I didn’t even recognize her.

  I didn’t deserve a woman like Jennifer and she was the perfect example of what I was looking for in all the wrong places.

  “I find your work ethic above reproach. In this day and age of technology, you could have phoned it in by making a Skype conference call. It shows that you take the company that you have built seriously. It’s not a word of a lie that I was the one that put this place on the map. It’s not bragging when you can back it up with results.” She didn’t need me to tell her how good she was and she was already well aware of her worth.

  I was about to get on the elevator, but something compelled me to give her something to think about.

  “I don’t suppose that you have time for a drink to discuss your future.” I wasn’t revealing much, but my imagination was running wild with the possibilities of having her at the helm of a fledgling company.

  “It’s 5:00 somewhere.” She stepped into the elevator and we bypassed my assistance sitting in the limousine down on the street.