by Kitty StPaul
I couldn’t even see Jonny by the point I put my empty glass on the bar and went to find the driver, who had the car door open and ready for me as I stepped out of the lift in the car park. It is pretty dark down there and I couldn’t see the make of the car, but getting into it, it smelled expensive - all leather and polish and wealth. The driver shut the door after me, got into the front, and just started driving. He didn’t even have to ask for my address, just delivered me to my flat, opening the car door again and waiting at the front gate for me to disappear inside. The whole experience was so luxe, so different to the rest of my life, I had to wonder- who is Jonny?? And what does he want with me? That night my dreams were restless and my sleep disturbed. Not only because of the last martini.
The next morning I took extra care over my makeup, put on higher heels than normal, and took a cab to work as instructed. I made sure to be at my desk extremely early - after all the effort I had put into making a good impression on my colleagues I didn’t want them thinking I was hungover by being late or looking less than polished. As I walked into the deserted office, the automatic lights flickered on one by one as I passed through, my tired eyes blinking at the harsh fluoro glare. Heading to the kitchen, the first thing I made sure to do was to put on the coffee- I wasn’t feeling as fresh as I looked.
Despite the early hour, I wasn’t the only person in the office. Heading back to my desk with a mug of steaming hot black coffee, I saw that Jonny had found his way to my desk. Sitting in my seat, he looked as fresh and as confident and perfectly laundered as he did any other time I’d seen him. I put on my most confident walk to match his demeanour, pulling back my shoulders and plastering on a smile that I only half felt.
‘Good morning! How are you feeling?’
I sing out as I approach my own desk.
‘Morning.’
He replies laconically.
‘What brings you to marketing so early today? There’s coffee made- I could bring you a cup if you like?’
‘I came down to catch you, actually. I was feeling a little bad that I let you take a cab in this morning. But I see you got in ok.’
‘Thank you, yes I did. And I must thank you for the generous loan of your driver last night, that was so kind of you, I really mean it. I hope it didn’t leave you stuck here?’
‘No not at all. I have the number of a good cab firm.’
He smiles at this and I smile right back at him. Maybe that’s how he knew I was in work already- the cab firm let him know they had dropped me off?
I realise this is about the first time I’ve seen him smile and it is indescribably sexy. His teeth are gleaming white, and behind them I peek a glimpse of pink tongue as he speaks. All of a sudden I can’t speak, I’m breathless with longing for his tongue to run along the contours of my body. My eyelids feel heavy, my breath starts coming in shallower and I can feel myself leaning in toward him.
His hand reaches out and seeks mine. His is cool, mine is hot. His darkened green eyes are searching my deep brown eyes.
‘Do you want to see something cool, Catherine?’
I’m a little surprised at this, and all I can manage in reply is a weak nod. Those deep green eyes have darkened further, his hand rests over mine, and he caresses my palm with his index finger. The circling finger moves up past my wrist, tracing designs up the soft skin of my inner forearm, and he smiles again, this time a little wolfishly as if he knows how his touch is affecting me. I know I’m breathing fast now and am so turned on that he could suggest almost anything and I’d agree. I just nod again in response to his question.
He picks up my bag and coat and gestures toward the lift as I place my half empty coffee cup back down on my desk. It’s still only 7.30 am, only the sound of a vacuum cleaner in a far off room to be heard. No colleagues will know that I’ve left with him, and the only signs I’ve been there is the cup on my desk and the fresh coffee in my machine. I’m pretty sure no one will notice.
We step into the lift and I can feel my heartbeat raise as the doors slide shut. He presses the button for floor 23 and takes a step toward me. As we stand facing each other in the elevator, he gently rests my coat around my shoulders, then gently runs his hands down to grip my arms, all the while looking into my eyes, then finally, he lowers his face to mine. At last I feel him pressing his firm lips against my soft, yielding ones and it’s better than in my fantasy. My eyes close involuntarily, my forearms snake around his waist, my head turns to make the kiss deeper, his arms envelope me and his hot tongue gently pushes into the warm cave of my mouth. I move my legs to allow him to push between my thighs, my already engorged pussy rubbing almost painfully against the fabric of his trousers.
The lift signals our arrival at the top floor of the building, and reluctantly, very reluctantly, we pull apart. I take his hand as we exit the lift, and he squeezes mine gently in return. He leads me through an outer office set out with two desks, a waiting area complete with three sofas, three large mahogany tables, and three enormous flower displays sitting on top of the mahogany tables. I can’t help but notice that there is some very expensive looking art hanging on the walls as we pass the huge double doors into an office. Correction, a suite of offices. It seems like there are three or four different parts to this office- I can’t even see what they all are yet but right now, I’m more interested in the man that brought me here than the rooms I find myself in.
Hanging up my bag and coat on the rack, he looks over at me with that wolfish smile again, then closes and locks the double doors. I remain standing in the middle of the office, frozen like a deer in the headlights, waiting to be told what to do. He gestures toward the window,
‘It’s quite a view from up here. Go on and take a look. It’s cool, just like I said’
I do as I’m told, and move over to the floor to ceiling plate glass windows that cover three out of the four walls of the office. Looking out I gasp - the view from the 23rd floor is quite literally, unbelievable. From here I can see what feels like the whole city. Pointing downward I can pick out the green space of the park I take my lunchtime walks in, the local bar we go to for our marketing lunches, the outside parking garage where my car still is after last night’s chauffeured ride home. From here I can see all of our local landmarks, and some that aren’t that local! I must be able to see for miles and miles from here! It is truly breathtaking.
Jonnie calls me back from the window as he proffers a cup of coffee;
‘I was surprised that one so young as you likes coffee, you know. Try this- It’s a little nicer than the marketing department machine stuff. I think you’ll like it. Do you take cream, sugar?’
I shake my head no to these and thank him for the coffee. Our hands touch as I take it from him and instead of feeling the jolt of lust I usually feel when I look in his eyes, this time I feel safe. Protected almost.
‘I’m not that young you know, I’m nearly 22.’
I tell him, maybe a little defensively. Jonny chuckles and returns to busy himself in the kitchen area. As I turn away from drinking in the heavenly view, I take in the rest of the opulent room and wonder again, who is Jonny? By now I’ve realised he must be a pretty big deal if this is his office - two secretaries is not usual at Fensham. I’ve already met the CEO, CFO, all the other O’s, and he hasn’t been one of them. It’s a mystery to me who this, clearly older, guy is, but he’s at home in this office so I guess it must be his.
It is not what I would have expected of someone like Jonny, what little I know of him anyway. The desk is huge and made of expensive wood, with a full, old fashioned writing set and fountain pen laid out on top of it- it looks like something out of a film set in the forties. I put out my hand to stroke the wood of the desk and it feels almost warm, inviting. There is no sign of a computer or laptop or any cables on the desk, but there is a chunky brown leather sofa, covered with a soft white throw, nearby, and a small- previously concealed- kitchen area. Of course this is complete with a top of the range coffee machine a
nd a fridge full of bottled water, that as I snap out of my musings, I realise Jonny is pointing at.
I shake my head at the offer of water, holding up my still full coffee cup which I’m clutching at with both hands, willing the caffeine to clear my head a little. It isn’t working, I’m reeling. Reaching to the wall, he presses a button and slowly the floor to ceiling glass windows of his office turn opaque.
‘Even cooler, right?’
I hear him say from the semi darkness. My jaw dropped at the sight of the glass going cloudy and the view softening to dark shapes, and I have to turn behind me to set down my coffee cup on the imposing desk before I drop it from sheer surprise. Before I can say a word about the glass, or ask him who he is, Jonnie’s lips close upon mine again, and all of my questions melt away in the moment.
At the pressing of our mouths together, my skin catches on fire. My nipples hum with tension- desperate to be touched, sucked, flicked. I can feel my pussy becoming damp and the lips puffy, my hand, like it doesn’t even belong to me, starts creeping toward Jonny’s cock, which I’m certain is aching to be touched as well. As my fingers graze over the straining material containing his hardness, his breath stops momentarily, and then returns at a ragged pace as my fingers trace up and down the outline of the cock I’m desperate to get to. In response, his hands creep toward my waist, holding me tight there as he kisses me more deeply than before, our saliva mingling as our tongues twist around each other. I boldly reach for one of the hands resting at my waist, and with no hesitation, place it on my chest. He quickly takes control and runs his fingertips around the fullness of my breast, gently pinching, then squeezing softly, running over the fabric sitting on my nipple, which even under that barrier, immediately stands to attention at his touch. Making no move to peel off my suit jacket, he undoes one, two, then three buttons of my white shirt, pushing the light cotton away from my chest, then holding both breasts together as he rains down hungry wet kisses on my rounded breasts, his thumbs grazing over my nipples as he squeezes and kneads at the flesh of my young, firm tits.
As his head lifts, I look into those darkened, sensual, intense eyes, shivering- his determination to have me shows. I get down onto my knees in front of him and, finding myself unable to break eye contact, undo his buttons and dip my small hand inside his briefs, feeling for the prize of his meaty member. I release his straining, beautiful big cock, which gently bounces back and forth when I let it go momentarily to push down his trousers further. I admire it for only a second before taking hold of that gorgeous cock at the base, at the same time licking my plump lips, then as I look back up into those enchanting eyes, I wrap those plump wet lips around his engorged helmet. Next I flick my tongue over the slit, nibbling at the pre-cum pouring out, rolling it over my tongue and luxuriating in the taste of him. His eyes narrow as the pleasure registers, strong fingers entwining in my hair, scraping at my scalp as our eyes lock together. I push his meaty cock all the way into my wet mouth and suck on it a handful of times, loving the taste of his dick on my tongue even more, squirming in pleasure as I worship his cock with my mouth. I move my face closer to him, pushing his meatiness further down my throat, savouring the delicious gag I feel from his cock forcing its way deeper into my tiny throat, over and over.
His moans tell me he’s enjoying my deep throating and I lift up a hand to scratch my fingernails lightly on the underside of his balls, to more rapturous moaning. I don’t want this to be over yet, as much as I want to drink his cum, today is not the day, so pulling away, I reach up to grip his sopping wet shaft with one of my delicate hands, tugging up and down as I move my lips back to the tip of his cock and suck lightly at the tip, my doe eyes looking back up to meet his deep green pools of lust.
Clearly he doesn’t want to spill his seed down my throat either, I feel a tug at my hair, pulling me to my feet. The fingers that were so recently rubbing my scalp are now pulling at my shirt buttons, as his lips hit mine again, this time with even more urgency- his tongue probing hard into my mouth, mine probing back. All of the buttons on my shirt are at last apart, his hands are running over me, tugging both breasts gently out of their thin lacy covers and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples to tease them up to puckered pleasure.
With that he drops his mouth down to my pointed nipples, holding both titties proud as he sucks and nibbles at each one in turn. I’m still tugging on his cock, which has, if possible, got even bigger. I’m surprised at how large his dick is, for a shorter man it is out of proportion. I’m not complaining though, I can barely get my hand around it to keep rubbing it up and down, the ridges and bumps feeling huge under my wet palm.
He drops one of my heavy breasts, and admires its bounce while he moves the hand that had been holding it down to my silky knickers. He pushes his hand into my underwear almost impatiently, the tips of his fingers feeling my freshly shaved pussy, moaning with delight at his discovery of my hairless cunny onto my skin. Now he’s flicking his tongue over my nipple while his strong digits part my pussy lips, which makes me shudder, a tiny orgasm shakes me. He dips a finger into my creamy hole and gives a gentle swirl, both of us moaning louder as he probes my wetness, still latched onto my nipple.
He pauses in his activities to pull me up to standing, and slowly, tantalisingly, pushes my silky panties down over my rounded ass, softly running his hands over my hips and following down my smooth stockinged legs, now kneeling at my feet to push the scrap of soaking fabric down to the floor, moving my feet to step out of them. Undressing me. While still kneeling on the floor, he pushes my legs apart roughly. Standing quickly, he turns me to face the window, and pushes my shoulder gently down, so I bend over the large desk in the middle of the room. He positions himself behind me, lining up that delicious fat cock with my creamy pussy hole, and rubs his swollen helmet against it just once, then I feel him pushing through into my sopping cunt, making us both gasp.
He starts to slide that cock hard into me, holding tight onto my hips, though I protest, he sees through my words and knows I’m desperate to be taken roughly, he pumps his fat cock into me harder and faster.
He’s deep inside me now, both of us panting and moaning, loving every second, every sensation of fucking each other. The sensations are overwhelming, I’m getting close to cumming. I pant out:
‘Jonny, Jonny, oh oh, oh my god, I need to come soon!’
He pumps harder and faster into me. He growls commandingly while still slamming that fat cock into my cunny;
‘I’m not ready, don’t come. Wait for me.’
I can’t stop myself from cumming when I’m being fucked like this. I stand up, and for a moment we are seperated, before I turn around and swiftly push him down to sit on the nearby sofa, ignoring his surprised look, and quickly lower myself down onto him, using my strong thighs to straddle this hot older man’s cock- just like in my wank fantasy. When his full length is buried inside my soaking pussy, I push my heavy breasts together and guide my nipples up into his waiting, greedy, mouth, gazing into his eyes as I slowly glide up and down, riding that fat dick. It seems like as good a time as any to ask the question:
‘Who are you, Jonny?’
‘I own Fensham. And this building. And the cab firm. And some other bits and bobs’
That was the answer I was by now half expecting. This is my bosses, bosses, boss I’m riding. And my naughty girl side is back and loving sitting on his dick, squirming and bouncing up and down, putting on a show for him.
‘Oh and in case you were wondering, I’m 54 next birthday.’
He adds.
‘I was wondering. And in case you were wondering, I’m not on any birth control.’
That wolfish smile returns, but he says nothing, makes no move away from me. He shifts me to lean back a slight fraction, and now we are rocking back and forth, slowly. The pressure on my clit is building- with each slide up his fat cock it slightly fades, only to get stronger as I drop back down onto his full length, my clitty tapping against him as we press our bodi
es as close together as we can get.
‘Oh Jonny, I don’t want to wait anymore, I want to cum right on your beautiful dick, oh, oh. Oh god it’s filling me up, ohhhh….’
His eyes are locked onto mine as he rocks into me, I’m clenching my pussy around his huge cock, thighs squeezing along the length of his, desperately trying not to cum, until he whispers:
‘That’s right little girl, cum on my beautiful dick, cum for me baby girl. Oh fuck… oh fuck yes. Your pussy is so good baby girl, you're making me want to cum right up inside you baby. You want my cum baby girl?’’
Shyly, I whisper;
‘Fill me up with it, put your seed in me. Soak my cunt with your cum…’
Both of us immediately move our hips faster, perfectly in synch, both desperate to get his cum deep up into my pussy. He drops his head to suckle at my nipple again, only letting it slip out of his mouth as he moans loudly, holding my hips firmly in place with his powerful hands as he bucks his hips and shoots his hot cum hard into my receptive pussy, moaning;
‘Take my seed, baby girl, take it.’
At that, I can’t hold onto my orgasm any longer, and let myself finally cum hard on his throbbing cock, moaning low and long- never breaking our eye contact until the last waves of pleasure overtake me and I throw my head back, gasping and shuddering.
When the waves of pleasure have slowly receded, I ease myself off his still large cock, standing a little awkwardly and looking around for a bathroom. Showing no awkwardness or embarrassment, Jonny stands to show me to the en suite shower room. What a shower room! I could cum again just by being in there… It's full of gorgeous spa products, thick fluffy white towels, candles. Jonnie offers me the use of the shower, the politely excuses himself while I bathe and dress.
