The Negotiated Settlement is Delivered
written by:
Little tommy D.

The Negotiated Settlement is Delivered

I snatched the receiver from the stand, leaned back in my swivel chair, hit "Return Call' and waited as the phone rang on the other end. The answer I received was the standard, 'This call is being recorded, blah, blah, blah. I hit O; it rang once and was immediately answered. I didn't give the young lady time to deliver her spiel as I quickly said, "Mitch Dupuis returning a call from Courtney Culligan. I assume she's still in her office." I was transferred with no additional comment from the receptionist. I must have pissed her off when I didn't let her finish her answer. Courtney answered on the first ring and said, "Mr. Dupuis. Thank you for returning my call before the day end."

"I expect good news and I always respond to calls that may have such news. Should I celebrate or should I cry, Ms. Culligan?"

"On your end, you can celebrate, however on this end, tears are still flowing. I am calling to arrange a time to deliver the formal agreement to the crew demands of your earlier letter. If you could give me a time and your office address I will do it today so that work on the project can proceed."

"My office is uptown at the corner of Merriman and Hall, Suite 1211, and seven this evening would be acceptable if it fits your schedule. I'll leave word with the Guard that you are expected."

"Seven fits my schedule well. I live farther north than uptown so that is on my way home. I'll report to the Guard and follow his instructions, Mr. Dupuis. It will be my pleasure to deliver the accession letter."

"Until seven, Ms. Culligan. You may park in the lot to your left which is for visitors. Good bye."

I hung the receiver back in the cradle, smiled at my reflection in the window and pumped my arm in the air. We won, and I won, and that calls for a celebration that will begin the moment Courtney steps across the doorsill to my condo."

I packed my portfolio, grabbed my suit coat from the valet in the corner and stopped at the desk of Jill Esperanza, our common-shared typist. I gave her my checkout time and then I headed for home. I stopped at Whole Foods, had them prepared a finger food tray for two using standard, reliable hors d'oeuvre's with the addition of a few exotics for us to try. I left the choices up to the deli clerk. As I waited, I roamed to the wine section and selected a mid-range champagne to accompany the delicacies on the tray being prepared. I returned to the deli and the clerk showed me a list of the items on the covered tray and they sounded perfect for the evening I had planned. The list had assorted canapés, some I had no knowledge of but was willing to try. I saw gravlax with mustard cream cheese; chicken liver pâté with mustard butter and black olive; caviar, red onion, and sour cream in red potato; herbed Boursin cheese with almonds; beef tenderloin with horseradish cream cheese and capers.

I thought to myself, if that doesn't impress her, she really is the hard-ass of her reputation which would destroy the image I had about we did the last time we negotiated. I thanked the clerk, carried the tray and champagne to the checkout and wound my way back to the car without dropping the tray or bottle. Half the battle won, but I still faced my parking slot and the elevator up thirteen floors. My luck held and I made it in to my kitchen successfully. When I sat it on the refrigerator shelf, I regretted not having someone to high five.

I didn't want to waste any time as it was approaching six and I still had a lot to prepare. I turned the hot tub on to heat on low, ran to the center closet and selected a plentiful supply of the special patio and tub towels I had ordered. I retrieved my folding table from the storage area behind the kitchen, set it up on the patio, put the towels on it, iced the champagne in the gold trimmed pewter bucket and sat it at tub side. I wouldn't use glass at the tub so I chose six of the initialed thin plastic champagne flutes in their cherry storage box and stood them on the three step server beside the chilling bucket.

I made certain that the four outdoor speakers were in working order, selected one of my favorite music only stations and turned the music to a well-tuned and muted level as background for our conversation. I survey the scene from one end to the other until I was satisfied that everything was exactly where I wanted it. At ten 'til seven, I would set the tray on its own table near the iced champagne. Some would call this a scene of seduction, but I refer to it as my preparation for an evening and night of pure unadulterated fucking our asses off. There's nothing like getting to the point quickly.

I scooted back inside and made my way to the shower. At the end of my shower, I leaned back against the tan Mexican tile wall and pictured Courtney naked. I stroked my dick gently as I massaged my balls and reveled at the picture in my mind of Courtney lying naked in my bed with her legs spread waving me forward. When it was at its full strength and when I knew it was ready, I rapidly jacked off with the picture of my dick entering her pussy. I caught my cum in a Dixie cup making certain that I squeezed every drop out. I stepped out and dumped it in the toilet and stuffed a tissue in the cup before disposing of it in the wastebasket.

It's always best to be prepared for the need to hold your climax so that the fucking can continue for as long as possible for both of you to enjoy. I picked up my dirty clothes, dumped them in the hamper, took my terry robe from the closet and put it on, fastening the belt, and smoothing the collar as I stood in front of the mirror. My only caution is to prevent myself from getting a hard on prematurely and having it peek out the opening in the front of the robe. I had that happen once so I'm more careful now. I carefully turned the bed down, placed a Hershey Kiss on the pillows, and stood admiring my work. My thoughts were interrupted when the intercom split the calm as the on-duty Guard announced Ms. Culligan was in the elevator. I ran to the door to wait.

When the bell rang, I jerked the door open, surprising her. I took her arm, ushered her in and gave her a hug. She backed up, looked at me and asked, "Are you celebrating by taking me swimming? I didn't bring a suit with me." I stepped back one step, untied the belt and swiftly flashed her before closing it again and saying, "It must be true that great minds think alike, neither did I." She belly laughed and punched me on the right arm.

"Tell me, Mitch, why the formality on the phone today?"

"When I hear the bullshit about being recorded for my protection and training purposes, I go formal. That's all bullshit. I know because I set up those traps back home. They're used to determine what employees are talking about, what secrets they're giving away, who within the company they hate and the list is endless. So, when they hear us, it's all business, no hanky-panky."

"I'll remember that for futures calls. That part of it hadn't crossed my mind."

She opened her purse and handed me the letter. I had no interest in reviewing the letter now so I dropped it on the end table, took her arm and moved her back toward the kitchen.

I gave her a tour of my condo and sensed that she was duly impressed even though she remained mute about it. As we stood in the huge master bath, I asked if she was interested in a dip in the patio hot tub. She nodded, I turned and pointed to a valet standing in the corner and told her to hang her clothes on it and use the robe hanging on the back hook. She smiled, winked, and I left her to get ready to join me on the patio. I threw my robe off and used the three steps to enter the warm swirling water of the tub. I sat on the circling seat with my arms on the rim waiting for her.

I sensed movement behind me, looked over my left shoulder and watched her emerge from the Den onto the patio. She stood looking at the downtown business centers as she surveyed the view from my twelfth floor unobstructed view of the southern sector of the landscape. She gave a low whistle, turned and said, "The view is amazing from here. Is there anyone who can see you up here?"

"I imagine if someone in one of the high rise building had a telescope on a tripod we could be seen, but probably not identifiable. Think about---it might be fun to give them a show if you knew they were watching. Heck, if would be fun even if they weren't watching."

Courtney laughed and shot back, "Men! Pussy is the only thing on their minds all day and night long."

"No, Courtney, the way to say it for men is--'Pussy is the only thing!' The second thing is the dick that directs them to it. All other facets of living are mere annoyances."

She took my breath away when she opened the robe and slipped it off, dropping it on the lounge chair. Our last meeting was such a frenzy of pent-up sex that I didn't really have a chance to appreciate her assets. As she stood on the top step, the fading sunlight glistened on her pale blemish-free skin. She stands around five-six, maybe 120 pounds, her breasts are heavy and I'd guess minimum of 36 and hips of 34. Her hair sparkled in the sun and is more auburn than blonde and is just short of being shoulder length. Her pubic hair matches her silky strains and is cut in a rectangular shape straight up to within three inches of her navel. The word most usually used to describe her would be statuesque, and she looks to be a statue standing in the ankle deep water and glancing over the rail surrounding the patio.

She squatted, tested the water as it flowed around her gorgeous ass, decided it was acceptable and then stepped off the last step and slowly walked to where I was seated. She sat, I dropped my arm and pulled her closer, she looked up and I deep kissed her. Breaking the kiss, I whispered in her ear, "Courtney, while you stood there, I was thinking that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure to be with, and I mean it."

She looked back at me and softly said, "Thank you, Mitch. Coming from an ex-priest means that it must be true, right?"

I laughed quietly and answered, "Put that way, I can do nothing but agree or my honor is forever tarnished. Yes, you can believe it, my child."

She laughed heartily at that statement, but finished the laugh with another kiss. She whispered, "Is that champagne for us or is there another woman following me?"

"It is for us and if anyone follows, it will have to be after seven in the morning because you aren't leaving here tonight." I pulled my arm back, turned and pushed myself forward, grabbed the ice bucket and two of the plastic glasses. I poured two glasses and handed one to her. She held her out and I touched the edge and said, "Think plastic so no clink, only a low thud." She laughed again.

After two sips, Courtney turned to me and in a low, soft voice said, "Mitch, you must have heard the stories about me being a hard-ass frigid bitch."

I nodded and said, "Notice that I didn't find them valid because I know you're not frigid, believe me. You're here with me now and that must mean something."

"Mitch, call it my confession even though I've never been catholic. I trust you, I do admire you and, damn it, I hate myself for my weakness, but I like you. I shocked myself last week when we met because I was hit hard and I had always suppressed those feelings. You treated me as an equal, you showed respect, restraint, and I fell hard. Believe me when I tell you that what we did was the first time for me. But, I couldn't help myself when you snatched me around the waist and kissed me."

She pushed herself up from the seat, floated in front of me and settled on my lap. She put her glass to my lips and I sipped from her glass and listened to her say," When we fell in the floor last week and started our round of wild sex, I hated you, but most of all I hated myself. At the moment you pushed your dick inside me, I was lost in mixed emotion. You felt so good and yet I detested it. Before we finally ended that marathon, my resolve had melted and I didn't want it to end. At the office, I still feel antagonistic about the other men so my feelings there hasn't changed. They changed only with you."

"That's good to hear, because I feel the same about you. Maybe we can make it work for us." Her body in my lap, the warm flow of water between my legs, the thought of our first meeting all combined to have my dick begin to respond. When it rose from between my legs, Courtney spun around, grinned at me and whispered, "I think the little fellow knows that I'm here. I should shake his hand," and once said, she reached under her and wrapped her hand around my growing dick. She shook it several times, smiled and proceeded to place it against the lips of her pussy, squirmed and I felt it enter the split as the same time she began bouncing in my lap. She sat the glass down behind my head, grabbed me around the neck and stuck her tongue in my mouth, circled my teeth, sucked my tongue into her mouth and held it.

Her attempt at water bouncing became more vigorous as she used her hands on my neck to lift herself each time she bounced. Her eyes were in the upper part of their sockets and she was obviously lost in rapture as she fucked me under water. I let her continue for another five minutes before standing, lifting her to the side of the tub, spreading her legs, admiring the pink, as I dove into the valley between her thighs, attacking her labia with my lips, nibbling, pulling, teasing, and then inserting my tongue as far inside her as I could possibly get it. I tasted the hot tub water as I circled the inside of her vaginal walls. She was softly murmuring as I worked her pussy to her satisfaction. Her ass was hanging over the side of the patio so I took the opportunity as I ate her pussy to insert my middle finger inside her asshole and wriggle it at the same time I tongued her. She jerked upwards, screamed my name and bucked her ass against my finger.

I pushed my finger inwards and could feel it with my tongue against the wall in her pussy. I had to move my head in concert with her bucking in order to keep my tongue inside of her. In an unexpected move, she raised her torso, leaned over my back and shook violently, gasping for breath, tremors racking her body while I maintained my tongue action and fucking her asshole with my finger. Her hands were beating on my back and she screamed, "Keep going, Mitch. Keep going. I'm Cumming again, oh, God Mitch, yes, yes, that's the best feeling I have ever had." She hit my back several more times, rose up and took my head in her hands and said, "Fuck me now, Mitch. Fuck me hard."

I pushed myself up on the side, picked her up and laid her on the lounge chair, climbed on top of her, put my dick back inside her and punched it home several times before I started a rhythm with the music from the nearby speaker. She had her eyes closed as if she were in a trance. As I rhythmically slid in and out of her, she reacted by swinging her legs up and clasping them around my waist while at the same time, using her hand to hold my balls and massage them while I kept fucking her. I was kissing her ear and she turned her head and offered her mouth instead. At that moment I was glad that I had jacked off earlier because I was now able to fully enjoy the pleasure of my dick inside a warm, wet, slick pussy.

After another five minutes I sensed that I was on the verge of Cumming so I sped up my rhythm. Courtney must have realized what was happening within my balls because she squeezed her legs tighter, then dropped them, pushed me up, rolled to the patio,took my dick in her mouth and sucked violently as I began releasing powerful squirts of cum in her mouth. I saw some leaking from the side, but she maintained a solid seal around the shaft of my dick and held almost the entire ejaculate. She held my dick, rose between my legs, used her right hand to pull my head toward her and she shared my cum between us. I fell back on the lounger, panting as I attempted to catch my breath. She sustained her grip on my dick and lay her head on my stomach, watching me breathe.

When my panting stopped, she handed me a towel from the table, took one herself and we sat there cleaning the remains of our battle from our genitals. When I sat up, she smiled, gently kissed me and said, "Mitch, you are without equal as a man. Thank you for how you treat me." I eyed her with wonder as no woman had ever said anything like that to me before.

I took her robe from underneath me and handed it to her. She shook it off and said, "I love the feel of the warm evening air on my body. It would be a shame to waste it with a terry robe." I nodded, stood, took our glasses and refilled them, uncovered the tray and offered her a canapé. She smiled, took one and tasted it. "Yummm! Mitch, you are full of surprises. That's so good. May I have another?" I sat the tray between us; we sipped and snacked as we watched the moon rise over the urban evening.

When the tray was empty, I switched us from champagne to Pinot Noir and we sat holding hands while the night enveloped us in darkness. She squeezed my hand and asked, "Were you serious when you said I couldn't leave?"

I responded with my most evil grin and said, "Never more serious in my life. You have nowhere to go, I have nothing but space and I want you to occupy it."

"In that case, let's go put that huge walk-in shower to good use before we ring the bell for the second round."

"Sterling idea, counselor. Let's do it!"