Working with Jill
written by:
SecretLiaison

My first thought when I walked in her office was, ‘She looks different somehow.' Maybe I was being a chauvinist, maybe it was the time which had elapsed since I'd last seen her or maybe I was looking at her for the first time, again. Whatever it was, I saw a beautiful woman with strength, vitality and power wrapped in a small package. Her hair was perhaps shorter, her face maybe a little more mature, her posture a little taller. I couldn't put my finger on it exactly, but I knew there was a difference.

Having reached out to the CEO of the company, as I was trying to make a change in my current career path, he had told me there was a place for me and set me up to meet with Jill. She was a member of the senior management team and oversaw the lending operations of a large regional bank. It was this meeting which had me in her office trying to decide what was different.

Jill is extremely intelligent. She started her career at the bank without a college degree and now (20 years later) she was part of the senior leadership team. She is self-assured and confident. She projects her power in limited doses though and she is quite compassionate and caring as a manager. Her ice blue eyes were still bright and focused, as they always had been. Her smile was real and personal. There was something different, I just wasn't capturing yet.

I had met Jill several years before when my (now) ex-wife worked for her. We had not become friends but there was the occasional work function where we chatted for a few minutes. Then later she and I had served on the local City Planning Commission together. In that setting I was the one with experience (both in meeting procedures and in local zoning matters) and she relied on my knowledge more than a few times to come to a decision. I was always very impressed that she wasn't looking for my opinion to copy, instead she wanted facts and impressions from which she drew her own, very intelligent, conclusions.

In all that time we still had not been terribly social. She was my wife's boss which meant I wanted to stay away from getting too close to her and upsetting the home life (that happened anyway for different reasons). I knew enough about her to know her daughter's name and age and her young son's as well. I knew her husband only in passing (and from the golf course) but not too much else. I knew she was from a small town in Iowa and had moved to our little mountain town at the age of 19, newly married. But that was about it.

Sitting across from her now I noticed her professional appearance. Describing her white blouse, straight skirt (to just above the knees) and matching suit jacket as ‘professional sexy' would be accurate but slightly misleading. Her petite frame was not exactly boyish but certainly not curvy either. She was still quite feminine. From her straight, silky hair gathered at the top of her shoulders to her manicured nails, to her soft (in appearance at least) skin, it was apparent I was seated across from a lady.

Then it hit me. A bolt out of the blue. I suddenly understood what had eluded me so far. She was leaning forward just slightly. It wasn't much but it was enough to see that she was giving up some small measure of power to me. I had never experienced her doing that, ever. She was a student of body language, appearance and perception and always worked to keep the upper hand. She was always so good at placing her hands just so, sitting the exact distance required to show empathy but control, wearing the perfect expression to suit the occasion. But here, now, she was ceding just a small measure of control. Why?

We discussed my experience, abilities and strengths. We talked about her department and where things were headed in the near future. I explained that I knew of no specific job for which I was ‘applying' but instead was responding to an old statement from the CEO. He had tried to buy my company a few years ago and take it under the bank's structure but was ultimately unsuccessful. When negotiations ceased he was clear to me that I should seek him out if I ever wanted to make a career change in the future. That's what brought me to be sitting across from Jill at this moment.

She agreed that there was nothing specifically ‘available' in the department but that the bank would never refuse a chance to hire someone with my skills, qualifications and connections. In fact she had been contemplating the need for a new member of her team to work specifically on marketing strategies, manage projects, oversee the training process and improve internal structures. She stated if I was interested in those things, she would draft a job description and compose an offer for me. She knew I was in the position of wanting to make a career but also knew I had multiple options, so I expected a significant offer.

I walked out of the bank and headed home for the weekend, having already taken the day off from my current job. I couldn't help but shake the strange occurrence in Jill's office. What was going on there?

I have known from my teen years that my best personal asset is the ability to read people. I'm no mind reader, but without thinking about it I immediately understand a person's use of language, body position, facial expressions and hand gestures. Not just if someone is speaking truthfully (no one can tell that 100% of the time), but to understand what drives a person, what they care about, what they're thinking. Maybe I should have become an investigator, or a cop, or a spy. It took a long time to hone the skill and to use it appropriately. It also took some time to understand it is not fool-proof and I can be wrong (sometimes very, very wrong). One failed marriage can be chalked up to that lesson.

Nevertheless, I knew I was right about Jill. She had purposefully ceded some small measure of power to me. Sure the CEO wants me in his organization (no doubt he made that clear to Jill). Sure she knows she would be hiring a highly skilled team member and manager. But that never had stopped her before. I had always, even in the tough negotiations to buy my company, seen her take control and show power where she could, never ceding anything. Time will tell, I thought to myself.

I expected that I would likely hear from her again sometime late the following week. I carried on with my weekend as planned and went to my office like normal on Monday morning. I was surprised shortly after lunch when I had a phone call from Jill inviting me to meet her on Tuesday to discuss the offer she would be sending in a few minutes. Again, prudence would have been to keep me on ice for a few days while she ‘struggled with the details and approvals' of the job offer. I decided to take the control she was conceding to me and offered that I could not possibly make it before late Thursday afternoon. We set a time and I rang off, again wondering what she was up to.

Thursday at 4:00 PM sharp I arrived at her office to find her in a meeting. I sat outside and visited with her assistant for a few moments (he was an acquaintance of mine from my old company). Five minutes later the CEO emerged from her office with a smile, handshake and hello and headed off. Jill invited me in and immediately I took a chair and moved it from its normal position to an offset position. The move was small and was one I had done many times when in the office of someone who comes across as Type A. It puts them in a position of weakness by changing their controlled sphere. This time it was a test. Would she still leave the control window open?

She surprised me yet again by taking the seat immediately next to mine instead of her desk chair on the other side of the desk. This could now go either way. Either she wanted to exert control and take it back (though she is the one who had originally ceded it to me) or she was leaving even more on the table. I had my answer after she settled in and relaxed back in the chair with one leg crossed over the other. She was giving up all control. Well, certainly not all, she still had the job offer in her grasp, but she made it clear she was deferring the situation to me. I began to wonder if this was some sort of reverse psychology at work or some new technique she had picked up at a conference. A trick of sorts...make me comfortable then drop a bombshell.

Instead she handed me the job description, which I had already studied with care, and a copy of the offer she had sent. As before there was no mention of remuneration in the offer, it seemed she was holding back the one thing she thought I would find difficult.

"You'll find they are identical to the documents I emailed on Monday," she said with her hands folded together in her lap. "I would love to have you on my team and Bill agrees that this is the best fit for us right now."

Bill is the CEO. Evidently that was the purpose of the meeting I had witnessed.

I let her stew for a few moments as I glanced through the papers and then began slowly, "Well, it would be a pleasure to work here and your team does seem to be a decent fit. I'm concerned about a couple of things. First, location. Is it necessary I office 100% of the time from this office or is there freedom to choose one of the other branches from time-to-time." This was not something I cared about in truth but I was testing the freedom I would have, if I accepted.

"I'm usually only here three days a week, choosing the other offices myself on the other days. Wednesday mornings each week the team meets to discuss overall issues, strategies and projects and I would prefer we all be in the same room here. Otherwise, it's no problem. You mentioned a couple of things?"

"Well yes, the other is the matter of pay. I understand not including it in the offer and I'm sure you have a generous package ready to offer me, I just want to say that I'm not interested in a bonus-based pay system, if that was in the cards."

She smiled at me, "Of course not. We only incentivise direct sales and lending positions. As a manager your pay would be purely salary plus the multiple terrific benefits we offer. That does include profit-sharing which everyone is eligible for each year."

I was trying too hard to read the smile. Was that a hint of glee I saw on her face? She looked like she had just won and yet I had made no move to accept. I made it clear I was interested and would like to work but the offer was still being salted. I was really confounded.

"Not to be coy but does that mean you like the job?"

I am not a car dealer but I know how they act. Get the customer to agree to something before the price is discussed and you've sorted half the victory. "It does intrigue me," is how I left it.

"Hmm," she groaned and fake-pouted, "I would have thought differently."

This was actually turning out to be a little fun. If she had intended for me to enjoy this so I would take the job, it had its possibilities of working. In spite of enjoying the game, I was not going to give in. I was determined to win. On any given day she had the ability to beat me, but since I had more control, my ego would not allow me to lose.

"How is that?" I tried to look genuine in my surprise.

She shifted in her seat, showing me the first sign of a tinge of nervousness, "Well, I took everything I know about you and added those parts I most thought would suit you to the job. You see, Bill really wants you here and he asked me to create a job you would find interesting, exciting and enjoyable. I thought I had accomplished that."

"You got my attention. It's good that you tailored it for working on your team, I have enjoyed working with you in the past." I let a brief silence ensue.

"Is there something specific you would like me to add?" she was really getting nervous now.

I could not believe how incredibly different she was acting from the norm. She was so out of character, I was almost sympathetic. Almost. "It's a big change for me. I just want to be sure that if I were to enter into the banking world that I won't get sucked into a vortex of ever-changing jobs and responsibilities. My track record tells you I'm a tireless worker and learner with absolute loyalty, I don't want that used against me."

The smile came back to her face, she sensed a turn. "And how do you suppose we could solve that issue? A contract perhaps?"

"That would be a step in the right direction. What would this contract have in it?"

"A guarantee that your job description doesn't change without your express approval along with a structured pay increase should the job change in a significant way, and you choose to accept, of course."

"Add a clause that you or Bill are the only two direct managers without my approval and structured pay increase and I would be a lot closer to total comfort."

She leaned in, "And then there is the matter of pay, I suppose?"

"Well yes, that would be the final piece to discuss," I said through my tented fingers.

"On that matter I'm sorry it wasn't part of the original offer sheet but for this request it required Board consent."

Board consent sounded big to me. I hid my surprise and kept my expression neutral.

"Bill just popped by to tell me he had obtained the final outstanding Board member email consenting to the offer so I am now in a position to share that with you."

Instead of saying anything further she handed me a separate sheet of paper from her desk. Controlling my shock, I was astounded by the offer. It was 50% more than I made the year before. And I had earned 17.5% of profits for my current company on top of a generous salary and separate bonus plan. This was all that plus an additional 50%, all guaranteed as salary only. With the promises Jill just made tied up with the monetary offer, I could hardly say no.

"I know you understand that I will need to take some time to consider the final details discussed today," trying to play it as cool as possible. "I'm planning to head to the mountains for a short weekend fishing trip, I'll call you Monday with my decision."

Thinking I had kept control of my expressions and emotions quite well, I could see that she knew what my decision would be and was pleased with herself. In any case there was no way I was negotiating this offer. It was clear they had gone to the top and made it a grand slam. They knew my answer was yes or no, not maybe if the money was a little better.

"Enjoy your weekend, I look forward to hearing from you on Monday," she could barely contain her glee.

The entire weekend I tried to reconcile the events of the past two weeks. The strange actions of Jill, the extremely high-end offer, it was all a bit strange to me. I tried hard to understand what I had that made me that valuable to them. I am a very effective leader, great analyst, a hard worker with proven ability to find solutions to complex situations with the skill to implement, but still. If this offer was for less salary than Jill's, it was only just.

Finally, I decided to just go with it and see what this was all about. On Monday, as agreed, I called Jill, confirmed I would take the offer and was promised a draft contract to review by the end of the day. Oh they knew they had me alright.

Contract finalized, old company notified of my resignation and I was all set to start work at the first of the next month. The week before my first day, Jill called to schedule a couple of meetings including a two hour lunch meeting on day 2. After the normal HR onboarding procedures, security and training information I was shown to my office. Surprisingly I was to be located immediately adjacent to Jill's office. In my previous visits there was definitely someone there, now it was empty and prepped for my arrival. I moved in the couple of things I had brought with me, got logged in to the network and looked around. This office together with Jill's office made up the entire end of this building, making each a true corner office with views of the mountain peaks a few miles in the distance. Along the windows there was a door in the dividing wall between this office and Jill's.

A few minutes after settling in the door between the offices opened and Jill walked in to welcome me. She sat down and barely contained her excitement.

"I left some material on your desk to look through at your convenience. Unfortunately, I am tied up the rest of today in external meetings and will be out of the office tomorrow morning until our lunch. You have one basic assignment this week. You're fresh from the outside and I value your perspective on things. So, I want a brutally honest SWOT analysis of the Credit Department. Don't worry about my feelings, I know we have deficiencies and I want those out in the open. Your position here will require our mutual trust, so don't hold back here at the start."

I accepted her challenge and began digging in to the assignment right away as she moved back into her office through our adjoining door.

It was late on the morning of my second day and I was pushing hard to quantify some of my observations of the strengths part of the SWAT analysis for Jill when she again opened the door to my side and walked in my office.

"Ready for lunch?" she asked.

As usual she was impeccably dressed in her business skirt, matching jacket over a lightweight cream-colored blouse, black peep-toe four inch heels and fashionable designer purse on her arm.

"Let's head out," I agreed.

She drove and we headed to a quiet, nice restaurant where she had reserved a table for two in a back corner away from the other tables. "This is my favourite table for private discussions," she explained.

"It is certainly that," I replied deciding on my order so we could get down to business.

Formalities over, we settled in to a discussion of the first day-and-a-half and my impressions. After that she moved on to ask me about my recent divorce. Since she had known Marie from their time working together, I was not surprised by the question but I was a bit unsure of the level of detail I should give her. Marie had betrayed my trust, many times but I did not intend to run her name through mud with those who know her. Nothing good comes of that. Nonetheless, Jill wanted more details and asked many, many questions.

I stuck to the truth and answered only what was asked. I'm no prude and with my position professionally and in the community, I had ample opportunities to stray from Marie. Outside of one kiss at a wedding many years before, I had remained sexually faithful to my wife. I had discussed with her my feelings regarding the desire to have a threesome, my belief that humans had a predilection to multiple partners, etc., but it was clear I was hers unless she agreed to something different. Then she went out and changed it all by having a long-term affair with another man. Without telling me. And this wasn't the only time she strayed, there were other short-term relationships as well.

I was crushed. Not because she had sex with another man (I had discussed my fantasy of watching her with another man and even double-teaming her with another man), it was that she did it all in secret. Lying and hiding everything from me. Along with that came the added anger that I had missed chances with other ladies because I remained honest, while she went out and enjoyed a secret life of betrayal. I tried to stick it out for a bit but I could not forgive the outright dishonesty on multiple occasions.

I was trying to keep as much as I could from Jill but her questions became more and more detailed and she was getting close so I just spilled it all out for her. After I was finished, Jill asked, "So you think we're meant to be with multiple partners?"

"Biologically? Yes. Culturally? Well that's a different story. Western culture has made the concept, and our biological tendencies, more complex. The idea that men have an instinctual need to spread their DNA and that women need to mate with multiple partners to expand and strengthen the species is a given. The cultural concept of civilization makes child-rearing in western culture about family units. There's a disconnect and it can be a difficult one to reconcile."

"I see your point though it's not how I was raised," she explained. "Sex before marriage, one lifetime partner, all that...."

"I'm sorry if I stepped too far and offended you."

"No, no. Not at all," she replied quickly. "I'm the one who asked. In fact it is something that I have been thinking about a lot over the past several years. You see, Paul is on the road more than he's home and I can't help but think he has made a few lady friends out there."

"But you're not sure?"

"Well, I wasn't for a long time. He was always very attentive to me when he was home and I just didn't think about it. Then some changes started springing up. Was that how you found out?"

"Because she was different somehow?" she tipped her head to indicate I had it right. "Well, not really. The guilt and craziness caught up with her and she just came out with it one day. Totally out of the blue. It probably had something to do with the fact that she had a one night stand with a friend of one of my employees and she figured I would find out at some point."

An embarrassed smile crept across her face, "That's one way to find out I guess."

"Better that things got out in the open sooner so we could figure things out and move on. I'm completely ready for this new phase of my life."

"I'm really glad it includes working for me. Together we can make some good things happen, I'm confident!"

"You didn't leave it very open for a no," I retorted.

With a sparkle in those deep blue eyes and a sly smile she said, "What Bill wants he almost always gets and when he and I agree, nothing stops us."

"Good to know."

We moved on to some of the projects she had brewing to improve the department and advance the market share of the bank. I noticed she had a lot of irons in the fire and it became clear that I would be relied upon to take over several of those. It would give her a chance to focus on her priority projects while knowing the others were being managed and moved along by a competent manager. It also allowed the freedom to know personnel matters were handled in her absence.

She came to the final project and it was a big one. The new banking regulations required a whole new level of analysis for loan risk and the bank would have only 15 months to come into full compliance with the new rules. She was familiar with the generalities of the new regulation and I was only vaguely aware of them by following financial news. She indicated this was too big for either of us to manage on our own and she intended for us to work very closely on it. First order was to get educated as to the rules and what would be required.

It was agreed that I would delve into the regulation and study the requirements while she would look into seminars and conferences where the subject was being covered. With business concluded we headed back to the office.

A couple of days later Jill broke my concentration by walking straight through our adjoining door and announcing she had an important question for me.

"I've been so busy with things I completely missed this email from a couple of months ago. While searching back to find something about conferences covering the new regulations, it popped up."

"Sounds good, so what's with the frantic expression?"

"There are two problems. First, it's next week."

"No problem for me, I'm pretty free these days," I winked and smiled.

"I can make it work too. Good, problem one solved. The other is a bit more complicated."

She paused and I finally pushed, "Spill it."

"It's in Scottsdale, AZ at a really nice resort in the hills north of town. They have room for two more attendees but only have one room at the resort. It was luck that they had that one, when I called the reservation lady told me it had just been cancelled."

"Okay, so I can just stay down the road at another place," I replied calmly.

"It's not that easy. The closest place is more than 7 miles away and it's fully booked too. The closest place to the resort with a room is almost 15 miles away. There might be another solution. The reservation specialist informed me the available room at the resort is a small condominium. There's one bedroom and a living area with a large bathroom. She understood we are colleagues but assured me there is plenty of room for both of us."

Was there a little extra sparkle in those blue eyes? I wasn't sure how to react and I guess my pause deflated Jill a little as she said, "I understand completely if you think it's inappropriate."

"I'm a pretty open-minded guy and I've shared a few rooms with females in a purely platonic way before, I just have a couple of concerns. I don't want this to be a thing around here, no one at the bank could know. And, I sure don't want this to be something that could cause you an issue at home."

Her smile was back as she replied, "That is very thoughtful of you. I will handle the homefront and assure you this causes no issues there. As for the uh, shall we say, HR issues...I agree. I will book the room at the closest resort and we will check you in on the way to the conference resort. It gives us no issues with HR and if things don't work with the room size and configuration, we have a backup."

"If you're sure, then I'm good with it," I said wondering if I had imagined that extra gleam in her eye.

"The conference starts Monday afternoon and runs till Thursday morning. Will you book us plane tickets for Monday morning and Thursday afternoon?"

"Sure thing boss," I said watching her petite ass sway to the door.

I wondered about this trip and the strange expressions Jill had when describing the room situation. Over the weekend I did what most red-blooded men in my position would have done, I fantasized about spending the night in the same room with Jill. She is petite, I had remembered her being on the short side but one day she changed into her gym clothes in her office and walked over to say goodbye in only her socks. I was standing at my desk and was a bit shocked. If she is over the 5 foot barrier it is by only the slimmest of margins. I realized I had only seen her in 4 inch heels, ever.

Aside from her bright, intelligent blue eyes that sparkled with something mischievous from time-to-time, her hair was always impeccable and shiny and her olive skin glowed sensuously. Her work attire was always professional and left the impression that she was smallish in the breast department as she never wore anything to accentuate her cleavage and her suits were fitted. The one day she walked in to face me in her workout clothes I noticed I was right about her breasts, perfect little a-cups with no need of a sports bra. I also noticed her frame was not as straight as I had always thought. She has a tight ass that wiggles nicely her yoga pants with just enough to be enticing. Overall, a very attractive 40 year-old lady.

As I fantasized about removing those pants, I began to rub my cock through my shorts. I was enjoying a beer having just polished off some nice home-grilled lamb chops watching a basketball game. Thoughts of her little body underneath me had me in full erection mode and I wondered what she would think of my cock. Such a boy thing to think, but nonetheless that's what us boys do. I finally released it from my shorts and rubbed one out while reflecting on those heels and wondering what they might look like on my shoulders.

Monday morning arrived and Jill drove up to my house right on time. We drove to the airport and I caught her up on some of the information in my SWOT analysis I had delivered on Friday. She had read it over the weekend and had a few questions. Talking about business right away kept my subversive sexual thoughts at bay. We got our flight and a short time later we had checked out the rental car and were on our way to the northern part of the Phoenix area.

We drove up the long road past some beautiful homes to the resort. The golf course was crowded but otherwise it seemed very quiet. Winding among the desert boulders and hills, we finally arrived at the gate. We were directed to drive another three miles where a member of guest services would be waiting for us. Sure enough, a sign with our names was being held by a bellhop as we drove into a calm parking area. He motioned us to pull in to a slot in the very front and let us know our room would be ready before the first break at the conference. Until then they would valet everything and have it delivered to the room when it was ready. He also offered a clubhouse bathroom in case we wanted to freshen up before the conference.

Jill was wearing her normal suit (skirt, blouse, jacket, peep toes) and I was wearing a comfortable dress shirt, slacks and jacket. We were dressed for the conference so no need of the change rooms. We were directed to the conference center for participant check-in and to receive the material.

The conference started nicely with some very interesting background material I would need, though Jill likely had this knowledge. She had fired up her laptop and was sitting comfortably paying some attention and responding to emails. At the break we walked to the resort reception and were given the keycards to our room. The bellhop/valet drove us to the cottage where we had our own parking slot and separate entrance. There were four units per ‘cottage' and we were taken up the outside stairs to a second floor condo. Immediately inside there was a small coffee/tea station next to a fireplace (obviously for the colder times of the year) along with the now obligatory 55-inch wall-mounted flat screen tv. A comfortable looking sofa was surrounded by two deep leather chairs facing the tv and fireplace. A nice wooden desk was featured along another wall. At the back of the sofa the living area ended and the bedroom began (with no real separation).

There was a plush, well-appointed, king sized bed framed by two wooden nightstands. To the left of the bed was a double sliding door leading to a large deck with views of the valley below and to the right was the entrance to the bathroom and a huge walk-in closet. It was nice, very nice, with a large glass-walled shower in front of a deep soaking tub and a separate toilet room.

Clearly we were in a very nice room, but there was no separation. At all. The bathroom had no door (with the exception of the toilet room at the back) and the bed and sofa-bed were located in the same vast room. Spending three nights here with my married boss would be a different situation indeed. How we would avoid embarrassing intimate views of each other I wasn't quite sure.

I tipped the bellhop who had delivered our bags and showed us the room. On his way out he made sure we knew to call the hostess and she would send someone to prepare the sofa-bed and provide turn-down service. As he closed the door behind him I turned and saw Jill thinking something, but damned if I could tell what it was. Fortunately, we had to be back at the conference for the last session in five minutes so we headed out to follow the trails through the desert, over a 70 foot high boulder, down to the partially crowded pool area and in the back door of the conference center.

"Well, that's awfully easy to get from room to conference center. It was what, three minutes, even though it seems we are in a different world just over that boulder," she said as we walked in the back of the meeting room.

"No kidding, that is really close, yet really private."

"After this session you need to go down and check in at the other hotel," she reminded.

Deciding to test her just a bit I responded, "Should I take my bag?"

With that sly gleam creeping into her eyes, "No, why drive back-and-forth every day? It's easily half-an-hour each way on a twisty road."

"Fair enough. I will head down there straight away."

"We can walk back together, I will take a turn in the bathroom while you're gone and get ready for dinner. I was thinking we would get reservations at one of the resort restaurants for this evening."

"The terrace looks really good with those stunning valley views," I suggested.

The speaker walked to the dais and began the afternoon session. We listened and took notes reverently. At some point I noticed Jill walk out. When she got back she started working on her laptop again. My phone vibrated signalling a new email had arrived. I opened it to see a message from Jill that read:

"Dinner booked for 7:45 at the terrace. "

I quickly responded with a smiley face and winked in her direction.

We walked to our condo after the final speaker talking about the implementation method he was suggesting for a particular part of the new regulation. I grabbed the keys and headed down the hill to the other hotel, checked-in and drove back to the conference resort. I knocked loudly on the condo door and hearing no response knocked yet again. Still nothing. So I slowly opened the door and yelled that I was back. Receiving no answer, I walked in and found the condo empty. Then I noticed the sliding door onto the deck was open slightly. I walked outside to find Jill sitting on one of the deck loungers enjoying a glass of red wine.

"Hello, that was fast."

"It was not a difficult task," I replied as I glanced at Jill's smooth, tanned legs stretched out below the hem of the silky red dress she was wearing.

Catching my eye wandering over her legs she looked up and smiled, "Glass of wine?"

"I think I'll shower first, then come join you out here."

I ran my eyes along her body once again and then turned for the room. I was astounded that this person I had known for more than a decade and never really considered in any sensual thoughts had so easily captured my attention. Her dress was not something I would have imagined her wearing to a business conference and again wondered if there was an ulterior motive.

I grabbed some new slacks, a nice golf shirt and boxer shorts from my bag and headed into the bathroom. The shower was slightly protected from a full-on view from the sliding doors but one could stand in a certain spot and see everything from the bathroom mirror. I decided that Jill would keep it professional, at least for now, and paid no attention to anything outside the shower. I finished and stepped out to dry off, noticing a draft I had not noticed before. Chalking it up to my wet skin, I thought nothing of it and moved to the sink to shave.

Finally, dressed and refreshed, I walked onto the deck and took the seat next to Jill. She had poured a glass of wine and left it standing on the side table for me. Thanking her I took it and offered a toast to my new job and our new working relationship. She raised her glass and we drank while watching the sun make its way down toward the horizon.

Jill broke the silence, "This is really nice. It would be a shame to be here all alone. Thank you for being an adult."

"I agree, it would be a shame. Thank you for the invitation and for trusting me."

"Nobody said anything about trusting you," she smiled and looked at the setting sun.

We finished our glasses and watched the sunset before I suggested moving to the bar by the pool. Jill made a stop in the bathroom and we walked over the boulder and beside the pool again. There were a few people wandering about and I couldn't help but notice a gaggle of very attractive ladies sitting in lounge chairs, sipping on cocktails and laughing about something. Jill caught me looking but only smiled. As we walked over I took the opportunity to check her out properly. The dress was silky, form-fitting and very sexy. It had only spaghetti straps holding it on her frame and the curved neck-line plunged well down to her minimal, but pleasant, cleavage. Her ass wiggled dreamily in front of me as I held the door and her sexy legs showed the years of diligent yoga practice, the hem of her dress sitting four inches above her knees. With no sign of a panty-line I was curious whether she had a very slinky thong or, perhaps, nothing. She wore her hair down as usual but it seemed to have an extra glow about it this evening.

At the bar she ordered another glass of wine and I traded up to a gin and tonic. We took our drinks and settled in to a pair of comfortable chairs, slightly offset so we could speak softly to one another and still see the room. Making small talk about the resort, the conference and general work things, we happily enjoyed our conversation. The gaggle of girls from the pool area came in through the bar on their way somewhere else. My attention was slightly diverted as I watched them cross the room. All in their mid-twenties, they were 10 years younger than me and 15 years Jill's junior.

"I won't blame you if you want to chase them down, you know," Jill said casually.

"Them? No way! I don't need their kind of problems."

"Oh come on, sexy twenty-somethings, you would have to be dead not to want some of that."

"Call me dead then. Oh, I admit they make for a nice view, but that group is full of drama and lack the ability to make intelligent conversation."

"That's a harsh judgement having never met them."

"Admittedly, but I'm good at reading people, but you're right. I don't know anything about them, but I wouldn't waste my time on them."

"Not even for a little short-term action?" Jill asked eyebrows raised.

"I'd guess one or two can be crazy fun in bed but I'm here for a different purpose with a much more interesting person."

"Okay, then run the scenario where you're here by yourself for a relaxing weekend with no work. I'm sure that's a different tale."

"No, probably not, I saw at least three or four other ladies who have much higher potential."

"Really, who?"

"Well, that pretty red headed lady over at the bar."

"Assuming she's here alone," replied Jill.

"Oh she's alone alright. See her hand, no ring."

"That hardly means anything," Jill interrupted.

"Agreed, by itself. But taken with the way she's flirting with the guy sitting over at that table and the look she gave me earlier at the pool, I'd say she's here alone."

"You are observant. But she's 15 to 20 years older than those hardbody hotties who just walked through."

"So, she's still damn hot and a whole lot more interesting I'd bet."

"Are you a red head kind of guy?"

"I wouldn't say I have a ‘type' per se."

"Then what are you attracted to?"

"Intelligent conversation, sensuous appearance, soft skin, feminine voice..."

Again interrupting me, "Not big boobs, great ass, etc.?"

"Haha, those are nice things and physical appearance is important, but not by itself."

"What are the physical attributes you look for then?"

"Lips worth kissing all night, smooth strong legs to wrap around me, an ass to spoon against and eyes that smile all by themselves."

"I see, that's an interesting answer," I couldn't help but notice the way she moistened her lips while responding.

"Interesting?" I asked, "In what way."

"Not stereotypical."

"That makes me happy. I'm many things but I hope I'm not too stereotypical."

"If you want to try your chances with the red head, I'll be happy to enjoy the evening by myself," she grinned at me.

"That sounds like a terrible idea," I replied.

"What could be terrible about it? You're single, you identified her as being in your zone and she'd clearly welcome the idea as she's checked you out for the fourth time now by my count."

"I'm not leaving one beautiful lady on her own for the sake of another."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I'm sure you'd really rather be over there learning more about her."

"And leave my boss all alone while at our first conference? Don't think so...."

"So maybe on some org chart somewhere it says I'm your boss, and I suppose it's technically true. But I prefer to think of us as partners, equals."

"Even worse, nobody leaves a partner on her own," I was enjoying this banter.

"No one can accuse you of not being a gentleman."

"My mamma would be proud to hear you say that, though maybe not in this context."

Tilting her head back in laughter she went on, "No, I suppose the context would be hard for a mother to take."

There, that simple act. Her honest, whole-hearted laughter. This was a side of Jill I had never before witnessed. It was delightful, and sensuous. Not words I had previously associated with Jill. Professional, friendly, cheerful, hyper-intelligent, extroverted...these were the words that came to before. But now, in her presence while relaxed and one-on-one I was discovering a new person. Sensuous, sexy, funny, enticing, were the new words coming to mind. For the first time I noticed the shape her mouth when she smiled. Not botox-like full lips, but definitely not pencil thin either. Their shape was very feminine in a traditional sense, with the right curves.

And her hands. Still wondering how I had missed them before. Clearly a champion of professional pedicures, they were smooth with impeccable nails in bright red to match her dress. Small, to match her petite build, they flowed with her gestures and made me ponder how they felt on my skin.

"I'm enjoying my evening and I'm not leaving it for something else," I continued.

"Well in that case," raising her glass, "Here's to our evening together."

"Cheers!" I replied as we tipped our drinks back.

Noticing we were getting low on the liquid content of the glasses, I offered to head to the bar for another round.

"No, let me," she replied, "I want a closer look at what you're missing out on this evening."

With that she rose and strode in a slow, feminine way over to the bar. Standing immediately next to the red head, leaning on the bar, she ordered our drinks and then started chatting with the lady. They shared a laugh and kept the tone low so I was unable to hear anything across the room. I diverted my attention away from them, to appear not too interested, and watched the other beautiful lady I had spotted earlier in the evening. Sunken deep in a plush love seat sofa was a lady of the highest measure. Blonde with blue eyes and the distinctive Nordic look of someone from Sweden, she was reading a book with her legs drawn up underneath her.

I was so mesmerized by this beauty that I failed to notice Jill walking up behind me until she place a drink at my side. A giggle escaped her throat and she cut off my view while slowly placing her wine glass on the side table and moving to retake her seat.

"Enjoying another view, I see?" she seemed to be asking instead of stating.

"I saw you chatting up my other girlfriend so I thought I'd divert my attention and let you have some ‘alone' time with her. No harm in checking out the other guests."

"Your ‘other' girlfriend, huh? How many of them are there? I thought you were unabashedly single at the moment."

"You're right," I signed, "It was only a figure of speech."

Tilting head backward in the direction of the blonde beauty she said, "I'd not seen her in here, she's stunning."

"Indeed, a true beauty."

"I couldn't possibly let you pass up that opportunity...."

"Oh stop it," I replied playfully, "I'm sticking with the one I'm with!"

"I feel honored, you're missing out on some very beautiful women."

"Missing out would imply that I'm completely alone here."

"We're not a couple, you know."

"Is that what you told the red head? Cause she hasn't looked at me once since you two chatted."

"I might've left her with that impression."

It was my turn to laugh, "Getting a little possessive of your new employee...erh, partner?"

"I simply answered her question."

"Which was...." Maybe I didn't actually want to know but it was too late now.

""She asked, ‘I guess you're not his sister, are you?'"

Again filling our part of the room with laughter, I gathered myself and replied, "That's one way to inquire about one's status."

"I thought it was quite clever as well."

"So how did you answer?"

"I just smiled and told her she'd guessed right," another giggle escaped her lips.

"She said, ‘Just my luck' or something like that and I told her the luck was all mine," a gleam returned to her sharp blue eyes.

"All yours, indeed," I said as I looked at my watch to see we were due on the terrace.

"We should head to the restaurant," I said.

"Is it time, so soon?" she said while checking her own watch.

I stood and gathered my drink saying, "Shall we?" Then offering her my elbow, "We should keep up appearances."

She stood, smoothed out her dress and interlocked her arm in mine, "We should."

I escorted my boss/partner arm-in-arm out of the bar and around the reception area to the large open-aired terrace restaurant. At some point along the way she snugged her body a little tighter to mine. It felt sublime, almost making me forget she was my boss. My married boss. She could talk all she wanted to about being ‘partners' but she couldn't talk about not being married.

The maitre'd took us to a table overlooking the golf course and the valley below, separated somewhat from the other tables. We ordered a bottle of wine and a first course of steamed mussels before settling in to enjoy the view.

"This is really nice," Jill almost sighed.

"Yes, it is so beautiful," I answered.

"The view is tremendous, but I was talking about the company."

Again the ‘married' word crept into my head. "I'm enjoying getting to know my boss better."

"Again with the ‘boss' thing? Seriously, stop thinking that way. If it's bothering you, I can easily transfer you to Bill's team and keep you doing what you're doing"

"It's not bothering me at all and I quite enjoy working for you."

With a hint of exasperation in her voice she said, "With me, not for me."

"Okay whatever," I backed down.

"You're a hard one to figure out, you know that?" she said, a little of the gleam from earlier was gone from her eyes.

"No, I'm not sure I understand." And I didn't.

"This is hard for me," a tear appeared in one of her eyes.

"I don't understand," but I was figuring it out.

"Okay, here goes nothing." She steeled herself and looked directly into my eyes (penetrated right into me to be exact). "I haven't done this for over 20 years. I really had no reason to, but now I'm doing it and I can't seem to get it right."

I'm great at reading people and now I ‘knew' what was coming. Instead of interrupting and saying something I wasn't sure I wanted to say, I decided to let her finish.

"I like you Matt. I mean ‘really' like you. You're smart, funny, sophisticated, a gentleman, confident..." She let those hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "When Bill came to ask me if I thought you would be a good fit on my team, I nearly jumped out of my skin with excitement. I knew you were divorced and, besides the obvious benefit you'd bring to the bank, I secretly hoped for a chance to get closer to you. Don't get me wrong, you were gonna be hired the minute you walked into Bill's office, he was not letting that opportunity pass. That's not why I hired you either. I hired you to do what I wrote in the job description. I put you in the office next door to be close to you."

The hint of the tear was gone and in its place was the strong-willed Jill I had seen many times before. She was into it now, I sure as Hell wasn't going to stop her.

"Then this conference came up and the whole thing about the ‘only room left' accelerated my chance to get close to you. I knew it was a risk but I considered it a fairly slim one. You could've taken it wrong and caused problems at the bank but I played it cool and you seemed to play it the same way. I thought it was going well and we were on the same page but every time I thought we might break through the barrier of our jobs and workplace, you seemed to cool things off.

"I didn't want to push you and play it too hard in case you weren't thinking the same, but I thought my signals were clear enough. This is not a dress I wear to a conference and I would never share a hotel room with someone who is just an employee. So there. I've laid myself bare and put myself at risk. I wouldn't have done any of this if I didn't find some reciprocity along the way. Am I wrong?" Did I miscalculate this whole thing?"

I paused and took a moment to be sure the next thing I said was said right. I held her eyes which looked at me with expectation and hunger but not desperation. Had I seen that in her, I would've been put off. No, it wasn't desperate it was just inexperienced. Hell, I was pretty fucking inexperienced at these sorts of things myself.

Finally, I felt I had it straight in my head and began, "Jill, you have my attention. You've had my attention since the first day in your office when you gave up a little control. It may have been a conscious thing, or it may not've been, but it was so out of character that I knew something was up. When you suggested this trip and the same hotel room I began to understand a little of what was happening. To say I'm not interested is to be wrong. I haven't always looked at you the same as I have over the past month but you are a remarkably sexy, beautiful lady. I guess our relationship was always something that kept me from looking at you that way. But now, here in this place, with all you've revealed to me - at quite a risk, I might add - I must tell you I'm smitten by your beauty.

"The way you present yourself professionally is very powerful and business-like. You use your success, intelligence and acumen to impress people. Outside of that I'm getting a picture of a sophisticated sexiness you possess which makes you irresistible."

I paused again to gaze at her and gather my thoughts. These next few phrases were important to get right.

"I was slow to respond for a couple of reasons. First, just as you dealt with the professional side of things, I too was trying to stay on the correct side of the HR fence. If I seemed coy, that was mostly why. The other reason is more complicated. You're married. I don't know Paul all that well, we're certainly not buddies, but I know what it's like to be the guy who is betrayed.

"I'm conflicted. On the one hand I want to lean across this table and kiss you until the sun comes up. One the other, I don't want to be ‘that' guy. The betrayer."

This time when I took a moment she spoke up, "It's not your decision. You've got no idea the amount of time I've thought something like this. I haven't ever slept with anyone other than Paul. But I know he has and is. Sure, I had a couple of boyfriends in high school before Paul and we fooled around, but we never went all the way. I saved that for Paul. He had some experience when we met but then it was only us. Now, there are others in his bed.

"I've thought about it a lot and it's okay. When I asked you the other day about your thoughts, when we talked about you and Marie, I felt like you would understand. I love him and we make a good family, but I want my own excitement. And now that I know he's having his, it's my turn."

I wanted to know more before taking a plunge into the deep end of emotions with Jill. "Forgive me for asking, and maybe this is too intrusive, but I want to know. Does he know you know?"

"I'm happy to share, ask what you want to ask. He must suspect I know something. It's not easy to hide some of the signs and he's not exactly trying too hard."

"So you're not in some agreed upon open relationship?"

"Oh no, nothing like that. I believe at some point things will get out in the open between us, but for now he's happy to believe I'm in the dark and I'm happy letting him."

Reading her posture, her facial expressions and her body language, I came to two conclusions. One she was being absolutely honest and, two, she was very nervous. Sensing I needed to come to some decision soon to alleviate her tension, I decided she was right. She's a big girl and can make her own decisions related to her husband.

"You're absolutely right, it's not my decision."

"So....what does that mean?" she asked, the nerves breaking her voice again.

"Jill, I've never seen you so shaken and nervous," I said watching her giggle a little. "To me it means you really do know what you're doing and laying yourself on the line. As a romantic type of guy, I can't help myself. I can't resist such a beautiful creature who so clearly wants to be with me."

I leaned across the table and kissed her gently on those soft, moist lips. She returned the kiss tentatively, as if not believing it yet. I reached a hand over, laying my finger on her smooth chin to keep her lips on mine. She tasted of sweet flowers and waxy lipstick. She smelled musky and sexy. Knowing we were in the open restaurant and not wanting to put on too much of a show, I slowly broke the kiss and pulled away. The lingering lipstick kept its grip as I backed away almost trying to keep us together.

I watched her eyes flutter open and sparkle with glee, expectation and a bit of relief. The blue of her eyes seemed deeper and the red of her lips darker. Her cheeks were flushed pink. I could only imagine what else was happening in places I couldn't see.

She giggled enchantingly between closed lips and hoarsely whispered, "Oh my, that was......"

"Spectacular," I finished for her as she groped for words.

Running a finger along her lips, trying to remember the feeling, she agreed, "Yes, that's fitting."

The waiter appeared with our mussels and the moment was broken. The chatting slowed down and we began to stare into each other's eyes and smile. After the first several mussels she broke the silence at last, "I want to enjoy this dinner with you, there's plenty of time for ‘other things' later."

"I'm with you, though I'm definitely looking forward to sleeping on a real bed instead of that lumpy sofa-bed."

"Who said anything about sleeping?" came her reply with a devilish grin.

"Fair enough."

We chatted about such things for a bit until the waiter reappeared with our main courses. As we dug in, I decided it was a good time to get more information about her past. "I'm very curious about something you said earlier," she looked up expectantly as I continued, "You said Paul is the only one you've ever had sex with. Really? Is that true?"

"It's true. I was sixteen when I met him and seventeen when we started dating. Having grown up in a Baptist family in small-town Iowa, I was a good little girl. I fooled around with a couple of guys before Paul asked me out, but I never slept with anyone else."

"Fooled around with a couple of guys....that sounds interesting!"

"Not really. I wasn't a complete novice in some things when Paul and I started dating, but it was close."

"But what exactly does it mean, ‘fooled around' with guys?"

"Exactly what it implies. Let's put it this way, Paul's was not the first penis I'd ever seen. Or touched."

My right eyebrow lifted and I said, "Okay, so you've at least seen more than one cock. That's a good thing."

"Why, are you worried about my inexperience?"

"No, not all. I just believe everyone should have more than one partner in life. It helps keep current life in perspective."

"So I take it you're mister experienced?" she chided.

"I've been with my fair share of ladies. Many years ago, before Marie."

"And you never strayed, at all?"

"Like I said before, I had chances but I stayed true to her."

"That's awfully noble."

"And that's all in the past. I'm here with you right now. I know I started it, but let's move to the present. I'm the luckiest guy in this hotel and I intend to fully enjoy it!"

"After all the ladies you've passed up a chance with this evening, I'm the lucky one."

We finished our delicious meals, wrapped up the bill and polished off our wine. I stood up, pulled her chair back from the table, proffered my hand for her and watched her slide into my grasp. I leaned down and kissed her once again, this time pulling her small, sexy body against me. I felt her small pert breasts against my mid-section. I breathed in her delicious scent wanting to imprint it in my memory forever. With one hand I held her cheek and with the other I caressed the small of her back. My cock was growing in my pants and was surely pressing into her.

Deciding to get out of the public eye, I pulled away, grabbed her hand and directed her toward the exit. We walked hand-in-hand through the bar where the red head was chatting with a gentleman and the blonde was still sitting by herself, still reading. As we walked out into the warm evening air, Jill smiled up at me and joked, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather go back in there?"

"Dead sure," was all I replied.

She reached her arm around me and snugged in tight to my body. We walked in the early night up past the pool and over the top of the boulder ever closer to our condo.

We climbed the stairs and upon reaching the front door, I turned her around and again kissed her gently. The passion was climbing quickly. Our mouths opened simultaneously, allowing our tongues to flick and tease inside. Even with her four inch heals on I was easily nine inches taller than her. She lifted up onto her toes in an effort to get deeper into my mouth with her passionate kiss. I moved both arms to her lower back and lifted her up to take some of the pressure off her feet. Her hands held my head while her tongue explored every nook of my mouth. We remained in that position for several minutes, exploring our new found passion.

Deciding it was time to move inside, I easily plucked her from the ground and turned her toward the door. She reached in her purse and ran the key card over the door while I turned the handle, letting us in. Once inside, I let her back down and gently pushed the door closed before grabbing her face in my hands and resuming our passionate kiss. This time she backed away from the door, leading me by my mouth, and tongue, across the room. She laid back onto the fluffy bed, pulling me down on top of her. I used my toes to flip off my shoes.

Then I pushed her higher up on the bed and brushed my hand along her side up to her breast. I ran my thumb over her breast drawing a short gasp from her into our locked mouths. Rubbing her nipple I felt it harden under my touch. Wanting to feel her warm skin, I pulled the spaghetti strap of her dress off her shoulder. Pulling down the top of her dress, exposing her braless, perky breast I pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her breathing was increasingly faster and heavier.

I broke our kiss to move my wet puffy lips over her chin, down her neck and along her naked shoulder. I kissed gently all over her breast leaving her nipple alone for the moment. Licking, tasting her delicious skin and sucking ever so slightly she began to squirm under me. I planted my mouth over the small, pencil eraser-sized nipple and sucked in deeply. Her chest lifted off the bed forcing her whole breast into my expanding mouth. My tongue flicked and teased her swollen, erect nipple.

As I sucked her marvellous breast I moved a hand down to her thigh, where the dress ended. I ran my fingers along her thigh, higher and higher with each pass. When I gently tickled her, she lifted her knee allowing me to turn my hand inside her thigh. As I moved slowly higher the heat and moisture increased. Her legs were shaved completely smooth and her strong legs were firm. I massaged, tickled and teased my fingers ever higher, edging closer to her heat source. As I circled upward, I brushed her lips feeling both wetness and silkiness. Her silky panties covered some, but not all, of her waiting pussy.

Keeping my mouth over her breast, flicking and sucking, I finally reached her waiting pussy with my hand. I teased her lips, rubbing up and down the outside. Her breathing was now almost a pant. Knowing I had complete control, I decided to make her first experience with someone other than her husband, one for her memory banks. I straightened myself slightly and used my other hand to pull the other side of dress off her shoulder, exposing her other perky breast. I swivelled my head to the left and took her right breast in my mouth. At the same time I ran my finger along her slit, pushing her thong inside her.

Hooking my finger on her panties, I pulled the thong from her slit pushing it to the side, allowing access for my finger. I rubbed along her dripping wet lips letting my finger creep in half an inch. Drawing circles from top to bottom on her pussy lips, I played her to a boiling point. Gasping for air, she was ready for my finger to find her clit. Searching out the swollen nub, my fingertip brushed it on one of the circles. Then at the top of the next circle, I stopped on top of it and pushed in ever so gently. She wiggled and rolled her legs underneath me.

Knowing I had her near an explosion, I worked slowly. I wanted her to enjoy this. I wanted to enjoy it too, and I was. Her scent, her heat, her passionate breathing, the moaning from her throat, her writhing body...it was all so deliciously sensual and sexy. My finger tip drew tiny circles around her engorged clit as I used the middle finger to probe the inside of her soaking lips.

Deciding I really needed to taste this woman's heavenly essence, I disengaged my mouth from her breasts and slid effortlessly down the bed. I pulled the hem of her soft dress up high enough to fit my head and breathed in the musky, savoury scent. Seeing her pussy for the first time, I noticed it was small, like the rest of this petite woman, shaved except for a small patch above her slit and dripping wet. I took my finger off her clit, pushing it inside her swollen lips. Then I flicked my tongue out in short explosions, just brushing the triangle below her clit. She squealed and jumped at first, then settled in as I added pressure and found a rhythm that suited her.

My fingers, now buried deep inside, found the bumpy patch above her pubic bone and started a bicycle motion in time with my tongue torture. Her hand was suddenly on the back of my head rubbing my short-cropped hair. Encouraging me by adding a second hand and pushing me into her, I worked faster with my fingers and my tongue, making longer, harder strokes. Though I couldn't see her head through the dress, I assumed it was moving side to side in time with her hips bucking from the way the bed moved beneath me.

A few minutes later and she bellowed out a throaty, "Please, harder, I'm cumming soon!"

My tongue was smashing the top half of her slit and washing over her clit while my fingers were thrusting as hard as they could on her g-spot. I sensed her tensing and knew it was imminent. Pushing my aching tongue with everything I had, I licked harder. Her abs tensed and she leaned forward to a crunch position as her pussy tightened and her voice groaned, "Uhhhhh, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

My assault continued until she threw her head back on the bed and pushed my head away from her. I laid my head on her firm thigh and watched the last throes of her orgasm twitch through her pussy lips. A small stream of creamy liquid dripped from the bottom causing me to smile.

Moments of quiet breathing went by. Both of us were enjoying the pleasure of her release in different ways. For Jill there had been weeks of build-up. For me, a few days. Witnessing a female orgasm from that position is maybe the best thing ever. Maybe.

After some time had passed she was regaining her strength. I moved up to kiss her breasts again and she smiled at me with those melting blue eyes. As I sucked and licked her nipples and breasts, she moved her hands along my stomach, rubbing my abs and chest. I'm not chiselled but I keep in good shape and try to keep a lean physique. Her hands explored me and eventually I felt my shirt being pulled out from my pants. Jill touched and caressed my abs as I kissed my way up her throat and over chin, locking lips again. This time she was tasting herself.

Just as my tongue entered her mouth she pushed her hand into my pants and squeezed my hardening cock. Realizing she was a layer away from it, she pulled back and pushed her fingers under my boxer briefs, once again grasping my hardness. It felt incredible, her small, soft hand wrapping around my hard cock. I continued to explore her mouth and she worked magic on my cock, grasping and holding, then running her fingers along its length, then grasping and squeezing again.

She broke our kiss and slid down the bed. Unbuckling my belt, she licked her lips and looked at me with a devilish smile. I lifted my hips to allow better access to her pulling my pants down. In one motion she had them around my knees and was holding my firm cock in her hands. She stroked it using the precum that had built to slip around. Then she lowered her head and licked the tip with her pink tongue. It felt dangerous and good. She licked around the head before plunging about an inch into her hot wet mouth. I grunted and she giggled.

Pulling back with a ‘pop' she said, "Like that, do we?"

I managed to groan out a, "Love it," before she plunged down again, this time taking about half in her mouth. With skill, her hands massaged my shaft and balls and her tongue swirled as her mouth sucked. It was one of the better cock teasing experiences of my life. She slurped and sucked for a couple of minutes and I realized that I was soon going to blow my load if she didn't stop. There are many, many worse things than cumming in a beautiful lady's mouth, but not this time. I wanted to experience that fantastic pussy, and now.

I pulled her head off my shaft and said, "I love that soooo much, but I want to be inside you, desperately. Let me go get a condom, I'll be right back."

She shook her head and replied, "No need, I've got an IUD and there's no getting me pregnant. If you're telling the truth about not being with anyone since Marie, then I'd rather feel you naturally."

As she was saying all this, she had hiked up her skirt, sat forward, pulled her panties over to the side and straddled me. My cock was resting on her ass crack as she leaned in and kissed me, "Are you okay with that?"

I lifted her hips and set her pussy just above my cock, "Is this the answer you were looking for?"

She reached between her thighs, rubbed my cock on her still dripping wet pussy lips and eased down slowly. Enjoying every second of her journey over my cock, I filled her tight pussy with my stiff cock. Before reaching the end, she pulled back up and glided slowly back down again. Repeating this a couple of times, I became aware she was protecting herself. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Smiling brightly and seductively she replied, "Oh yes, it's just...well I don't have the longest vagina in the world and I want to make sure I stretch to fit everything before going all the way."

I was surprised to hear this as I am certainly not big in the cock department. Average length and average girth has always been the description of my cock and I've never heard a complaint. Now Jill was worried about ‘stretching' to fit me?

Seeing my puzzled look she responded, "I'm just small, it's nothing. I do this with Paul too."

Feeling better and noticing she was almost all the way down, I relaxed and let her find the balance. After two more strokes, she'd found it because she was all the down on me and riding me faster and harder. Every five or six strokes she would rock back and forth at the bottom of the stroke and swear I could feel her cervix. It was a tremendous feeling. Her pussy was tight, but not soooo tight. But oh it felt good. Velvety smooth and hot. She was like a small furnace burning my cock from the inside.

Her dress was gathered around her waist and her tiny tits bounced in rhythm to the fucking she was giving to me. She leaned her head back and pushed her hips lower, working her clit into my pubic bone. My cock was so hard. The foamy juices from her pussy had rubbed onto my balls and with each down stroke her ass cheeks stuck to them before pulling away again on the up stroke. Getting fucked and having my balls teased, what could be better.

She leaned down for a kiss and her pussy contracted in a small orgasm. Caught off guard by the orgasm while kissing me, she grunted into my mouth and opened her eyes in surprise. I was watching her and saw the unexpected reaction. She kept going long enough to let the spasms subside and then collapsed on top of me. Still balls deep inside her, my cock was twitching and flexing. She groaned, "Sorry, didn't see that coming at all."

I quieted her and kissed her forehead. She fell off me onto the bed facing away. Turning over her shoulder she smiled and said, "Fuck me from behind?" as a question.

Needing no further encouragement, I rolled onto my side pulled her panties to the side again and lifted her top leg to get in between. Pushing my cock into her caused her to groan with satisfaction so I began steadily fucking her tight little pussy. She twisted to look into my eyes and we enjoyed several moments of passionate fucking. My balls slid along her thigh and my cock pumped in and out of her married pussy. Knowing I was close and wanting to cum with a bang, I moved her onto her belly while keeping my pumping action going. Then, while she was lying mostly flat (her ass sticking up from the bed just a tad), I fucked her furiously. Watching her tight, strong ass flex from my pounding, listening to our skin slapping together and smelling all the sex in the room, pushed me to the brink.

Then I went over it in huge gushing fashion. My cock grew even harder and I shoved it as far into her as I could spewing fountains of cum into her. Splashing right into her cervix six or seven huge spurts erupted from my cock filling her throbbing pussy with hot sticky cum.

Finally completely spent, I leaned down and kissed her neck gently whispering in her ear, "Wow."

She mumbled something I couldn't understand and I collapsed beside her on the bed, keeping my arm draped over her smooth, sexy back.