She swung the door of the office opened. She did not understand why he asked her to met him at his remote office, it seemed kind of ridiculous
to drive for 45 minutes just to have a meeting about planning an event. She always knew that these event planners were strange, but it was her job to plan to office party for Christmas, and she wanted to get a head-start before it got busy. She knew that if she threw the perfect
party than she would be in-line for a promotion. She didn't really want all the responsibilities that went along with it, but she did need the
money. She walked into his office with a "you do what I want attitude". She confidently walked towards his desk, and stood there. He wouldn't
honestly have the nerve to not stand up and shake her hand, would he?
But he wasn't trying to be rude, he was just distracted by what she was wearing. He had never had such a young client, and wondered why she was trying to plan a Christmas party so early, but he didn't really care right now either. She stood in front of his desk, one hand on her hip,
one leg in front of the other, cocky, but he liked it. She wore a little black sundress. The dress had a v-neck cut and soared to the middle of her large ample breasts. The rest of the dress had a simple a-cut that went up the leg that was front up to her hip, well almost
her hip. He was sure that once she sat down, and crossed her legs he would be able to see her panty line. He traced her body with his eyes,
and then realized that her foot was tapping. He shook his head slightly, stood up and reached a hand out. "Sorry, I lost my head there for a second" was all he could manage to say, as he shook her smooth small hands. She had a firm hand shake for having such a small hand.
"The name is Elizabeth Linn here, I presume you are James Jenks, the event planner?" It was five minutes into their conversation and he was
making himself like a complete fool already, this was off to a great
start.
"Hello, Mrs. Linn, I am Mr. Jenks. I was wondering why you were planning a Christmas party so early in the season, it is only the summer. I can not get accurate prices for things, until closer to Christmas." He
hadn't asked her to sit down yet, did he realize that he was acting like a complete idiot. She started to speak, "I prefer to be called
Beth, Mr. Jenks, I may look and act like a professional but I am still young at heart. As far as the cost of the party, I wouldn't worry about it to much, the company doesn't have a set budget for it. I wanted to get it planned and out of the way so I can work on my next project. Is it OK if I sit down?" He again found himself just staring at her, and was dumbfounded by his manners. "Of course, have a seat Beth. I am
sorry, I do not know where my manners are today."
Beth realized that he was staring at her. She knew that he must be about her father's age, but he looked nothing like her father. He had strong masculine features, like he had lived a tough life, not a sheltered life. He looked the part of an event planner,well dressed and well groomed. She looked in his eyes, and they sparkled as she looked at him. He must have liked the outfit she had chosen today. She had planned to met her boyfriend afterwards, but of course she also expected Mr. Jenks to be a drab old man. Her mind began to wonder, as James, as he must of told her to do so because she heard herself say James very slowly in her mind. James, what a sophisticated but rebel like name, found his mind and began talking about the details of the party. Beth scanned his body, and nodded politely. She was looking for a sign of his age, any sign, then she saw it. His wedding ring. The blood in James ran hot. He could feel himself getting hotter, and the bulge in his pants getting larger. He knew that she was probably about the same age as his oldest son, maybe only a few years older. He knew with every bone in his body that what he was feeling was wrong, but he didn't care, she was hot, and she was checking him out. Wait, wow! She was checking him out? Did he just say that in his own head? He must have lost his mind. He changed his glance back to her eyes, but her eyes where not focusing on him like they were before. Her eyes were glued on his left hand. He knew that he was married. He knew that she must have be no older than 20. He knew that he needed to have her in his office too.
He was old enough to be her father, was her final guess. He was also married, but he looked good. Sitting there with a nice white polo shirt, and nice khaki pants, and those black leather shoes. He looked like a business man, not like a husband or a father but any other man that she would hit on. She decided in her own mind that she was going to ignore the wedding ring, and ignore the fact that she had a boyfriend, and have herself some afternoon fun! She was glad she had chosen to wear this outfit. It was intended to seduce Nick, her boyfriend, but what the hell, she could seduce James with it too.
She bent down and grabbed her pantyhose that had gathered at her ankle. She slowly slid up her hands and the pantyhose to straighten them out, and to seduce him. She ran her hands the whole way up to her mid thigh, then stopped, looked at James staring at her, and continued her way up her inner thigh. Once she reached her sweet spot she stopped, and slid her hands right back down her leg, to insure that there were no wrinkles. She repeated the same motions on her left leg. Once she had finished, she looked up to see James standing behind his desk. "Is everything all right?" She could tell that everything was all right as there was the sign of a straining hard-on, wanting to be freed, at his zipper. She took her hand, fixed her hair, and then continued to run her hand to her breast, and held it there. She began to rub little circles on her breast.
James stood up behind the desk as she as fixing her pantyhose. God shelooked hot all bent over like that. God look at that, her tits are practically hanging out of her top. God they were so hot. Oh no, now she was staring at him. He knew that he had a rather large visible erection, and that he would have to take her focus of it, because he knew that he could not cheat on his wife. What in the world is she doing now? She is rubbing her tit. Her large ample tit. Man do I wish I was the one rubbing that tit. If she doesn't stop it now I will have to just take my cock out and play with it. Forget if she is here or not, she is driving him insane.
She saw his cock twitch as she continued to play with her breast, so she thought it was best that she stopped. Didn't want him cumming anywhere that wasn't her pussy. "Yes, everything is all right. Why don't you have a seat, you look a little" she looked down at the bulge in his pants "tense." He sat down, and slid his seat under his desk. He then put his one hand on his lap, well what appeared to be his lap. He then began lightly stroking his cock through his pants. She was driving him wild and he couldn't keep his hands off his cock, he wish it was her small strong hands, but knew that she didn't want him.
He must have forgotten where he was and what he was doing for a second,because a few moments later a long low "ooo" came out of his mouth. "Excuse me?" was all that she could manage to say. She wanted to see what he was doing under that desk, she wanted to be under that desk. Fuck it, she was going to be under that desk, doing exactly what he was doing. She dropped a pen on the floor, and bent down to get it, then she slowly slid off the chair, onto the floor, and underneath his desk. She sat underneath his desk for a minute and watched him stroke his fully cloth, and fully erect cock through his pants. Then he realized that she had said excuse me when he let out a moan, and shook his head. He looked up, and she was gone, had he scared her away?
Right as he was asking himself, if he had scared her away, he felt alight tug at his zipper. He hadn't been so aroused that since she was gone he was going to take his cock out, had he?
She could only watch him for a minute, stroking his cock, before she had to see it. She forgot where she was, that he was married, that she was in a happy relationship, for a minute. She reached up between his legs and tugged at his zipper. Once she had managed to get his zipper the whole way down, she pulled at his cock, and pulled it straight out of his pants. Then she just let it stand there, all tall, proud, and erect. Then she crawled up closer to smell it. "MMM"
Oh no, she had said something, shoot. She didn't want him knowing it was
her.
