Chapter 6
"Does this come in any other shade?"
Margo leveled her gaze at Juliette Sorbino, a woman who had only recently begun frequenting her shop. Juliette had made several purchases-none extravagant, but each of escalating sums. The woman seemed reluctant to part with her money, but gradually displayed a weakness for her goods. An attractive brunette in her mid-forties, Juliette seemed to have rediscovered sex. She favored the improvements the naughty undergarments made to her time-altered figure.
Women entering middle age frequently saw rebellion in their shifting dimensions. A good many of Margo's teddies were designed specifically for those in need of seductive camouflage. Margo's wares were not only flattering, but managed to accentuate one's assets. A woman with magnificent legs, but with middle age spread, stood an excellent chance of disguising that flaw.
Juliette apparently had that problem under control. Her smooth curves negated the need for modifications.
"Were they done in various shades?" Juliette thinly repeated.
"I'm sorry. I was lost in thought." Margo closely examined the outfit her customer held. "I believe so. I usually choose several pastels. Salmon, periwinkle or lime-which would you prefer?"
Juliette's dark eyes refrained from blinking. "Lime."
Margo discerned something disturbing in her tone. She wondered if her lapse into mindless reverie offended the woman. Margo forced her to wait for a simple answer. "It would be no trouble bringing you a selection."
"If it's no bother."
"Not at all." Something definitely bothered the woman. Disinclined to breed alienation, Margo hurried to fetch the teddies. Prompt service generally restored one's confidence. Juliette came to the Golden Chemise fairly often, with the potential of becoming a regular customer.
Amanda intercepted her. "You've got a call."
"Take a message."
"It's Mike Brennan. He says it's important." Margo sighed. "Can you assist Juliette
Sorbino? She'd like to see the pale-colored teddies. Bring her several tones."
Amanda was off in a flash.
Margo took a deep breath, then depressed the button that released Mike from hold. "What's the emergency?"
"I'm looking at it right now-and it definitely requires your attention."
"Have you any idea how busy I am?"
"I've sent my limo for you. It ought to be at your door within the next ten minutes."
"Mike-"
"Slip into something sexy, throw on a raincoat and get in that limo."
"You're insane."
"I know you won't disappoint me." The line went dead.
Margo selected a matching set of diaphanous underwear. The bra and panties had a frilly border and were cut to the bare minimum. Even with their scant measurements, her nipples and pubic fur were easy to spot.
Her saving grace was the raincoat. Margo had the classic red kind hanging in the back. She wrinkled her nose upon gazing at it. That raincoat was not designed for foul weather, but rather seduction.
Why the hell was she doing it? She gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Going to
Mike at his whim made her feel like a glorified hooker.
She could not negate the tight, jittery feeling between her legs. Her pussy went into a shivering clench as he relayed his instructions. Mike Brennan indisputably bore a virulent effect on her hormones. Enacting the fantasy he devised aroused her.
Mike's corporate limo pulled up in front. Margo handed Amanda a lame excuse for prematurely leaving. She was uncertain whether Amanda bought her story of needing to accomplish a surprise mission, but couldn't worry about it. The possibilities of what could occur that afternoon ran through her head.
The limo driver nodded to her as she got inside. She barely curbed the temptation to open the raincoat and expose a portion of thigh. He smiled politely beneath his mirrored sunglasses and tipped his hat. She recognized him as the driver who'd delivered her to Mike's suburban address.
Hmmmmm. She could tell he found her attractive. He consulted the rearview mirror several times during their trip.
An envelope bearing her name awaited her on the leather upholstery. Crossing her legs so that the raincoat inched up her luscious thighs, she read the contents of the note inside: "Room 5750, 2:00 P.M. Don't be late."
He delivered her to a towering steel and glass structure in the heart of the financial district. Margo's high heels clicked against the pavement as she strode to the revolving door. Heads turned as she methodically rotated her hips. The wind swept her blonde hair off her shoulders. Her tits bounced provocatively with each step.
Mmmmm. She loved the salivation. It made her feel extremely desirable.
The temperature climbed shortly after she entered the elevator and pressed the button. The men conferring on their way to a conceivable meeting stammered and lost their train of thought. The women looked appropriated upstaged.
Mike's secretary, a smartly dressed woman with a somber outlook, regarded her carefully. "Mr. Brennan is expecting you?" she asked, as though questioning her hearing. The red raincoat seemed a bit much, particularly on a sunny day.
Others milling about in the reception area stumbled over themselves, stealing a glimpse of Margo. Some were positively blatant in their staring.
Margo reveled in her notoriety.
The secretary escorted her to Mike's door, knocked, and indicated she go inside. Mike sat behind his desk listening to the comments of a younger man. Legal jargon peppered their conversation. The younger man consulted a legal pad several times during their discussion. Mike, alert to Margo's arrival, motioned for her to take a seat until they were finished.
Margo attempted to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. She patiently reminded herself she was on lawyers' turf, where the wheels of justice constantly turned. Normally, she would have rejected taking part in an outrageous scenario dependent upon her arriving midday at someone's office, dressed in naughty apparel.
The person referenced wasn't someone of normal character. Nothing about Mike Brennan qualified as such-not when she considered the quickening heartbeat and the flurry of tingles she received from the mere sound of his voice.
When Mike commanded her presence, she could not refuse him. He would generously compensate any trouble he caused in requesting her to drop things at a moment's notice.
She couldn't block from memory his exquisitely slow pumping. She had total recall of his cock slicing interminably into her pussy. Even when he brought her to climax, he adhered to an even keel.
She refrained from crossing her shapely legs and disturbing their concentration. Nonetheless, she perceived Mike's eye wandering in her direction. His discreet glances brought palpitations.
The younger man, intent on completing their conference, stuck to his agenda. Their meeting went on for another ten minutes. They shook hands, vowed to keep each other apprised of further developments, and parted company.
The air conditioning succeeded in causing Margo's nipples to dilate. She felt them expand against the gauzy fabric. The-likelihood of Mike sucking them aggravated their tender state.
The door closed behind the younger man. Mike, remaining seated, motioned for her to come closer.
Her trim figure painted a seductive picture in the red raincoat. She put one foot in front of the other, familiar with the flutter in her stomach. She projected a sassy demeanor. Her pussy tightened as she closed the distance between them.
They purposely did not exchange words. She read his thoughts. He was curious as to what she had on underneath. His blue eyes dropped to the appetizing curves her raincoat made. Margo wondered, just before undoing the first button, if any ears were pressed to the door.
Unwilling to be separated by that spacious desktop, she halted beside him. She unbelted her wrap without hurry. The material loosened, revealing more cleavage as it opened. The imagine lacework of her bra came into view.
His Adam's apple rippled.
The shiny red material slid from her shoulders. Her tits emerged, swathed in gossamer. Her nipples protruded, thoroughly swollen. The change in atmosphere wasn't fully to blame. Under Mike's intense scrutiny, their size magnified. The twin pellets squashed beneath the diaphanous material petitioned his suck.
Margo permitted more of the coat to unfurl. Her knee seductively extended, then more of her undraped thigh and finally, her hip.
Mike's lips moved as though rinsing saliva with his tongue. His blue pupils were fixed.
The raincoat dropped to the floor. She stepped away from it, kicked it with her high heel, and brushed him with her leg. Within those transparent panties, he gaped at her furry patch.
His hands came at her. She did nothing to escape them. He dragged her forward, crushing her tits to his face. She sobbed at the pressure of his nose and chin. He rose to his feet, his lips trailing kisses over her exposed flesh. Slowly, he nibbled, sending furious signals through the rest of her susceptible body. Fresh color crept into her cheeks as he vibrated over her nape.
She skimmed his stomach, then ran her fingers over his chest. He wore an undershirt under his long-sleeved starched one. She craved the small indentations of his nipples, but was thwarted.
He buried himself in her neck. Contact with her velvety skin made him hard.
Margo felt her pussy constrict once againan amplified tension that did not relent. A growing weakness developed in its center, compounded by the yen to enclose his cock in its trembling warmth.
His lips sought hers, then their tongues suddenly touched. Margo's mind exploded in a blaze of sensation, as if someone had struck a match. Fire raced along her arms and legs. Need followed, making her sob and lust for every part of him. His tongue probed her mouth. She responded to each surging stroke. When their lips separated, she drew fresh air to replenish that which became stale.
Mike breathed her name before clamping a hand over her tender mound. He squeezed her responsive flesh, his fingertips digging into the soft layers. Margo shifted in his heated grasp, imploring him to massage her with his thumb. He did so, conscious of that emergency. A wet spot formed beneath his demanding rotation. She oozed from the relief he provided.
A fever raged through Margo. Her nipples throbbed. She desperately wanted his mouth on them. Scooping them together, she effected a slow, stimulating rub. Her heart yielded a strong cadence. She closed her eyes, her head lolling back, then sighed as its beat grew fierce.
As though reading her thoughts, he unfastened her catch. Margo's tits sprang at him, unrestrained. He filled his mouth with each nub, vibrantly greeting it.
"Yes!" she whimpered, unable to keep her silence. "Yes! Ohhhh."
Mike awakened them with his sinuous tip. He lathered her nipples with bubbly drool. Arching her back, she aimed them at his tenacious clamp. She sobbed from the delightful prickling stream that inhabited her body.
Mike smelled her aroma of desire. Unable to check the impulse, he descended upon her inflamed crotch. Margo's slim thighs curved around his face. Her silk panties carried an irresistible scent. He groaned when availing himself of the delectable fragrance. Margo's cunt flesh had a fruity redolence. Its sugary richness pleased his nostrils. He pulled back the rim of her panties and rejoiced in inhaling its aroma. The bouquet of her natural blonde wisps made him lightheaded.
"Oh, yeah," he hungrily whispered.
A smile curved her lips. She permitted his gaze to linger there.
He tugged the undergarment from her hips. Margo helped in its removal by elevating her shapely buttocks, then stretching those flawless legs in the air until she was free of the panties.
Mike put them to his nose. He inhaled while staring at her.
"Keep them," she whispered.
He deposited them in his top desk drawer.
Margo spread herself open for him. Her snatch awaited the diligence of his tongue and lips. Her gentle sigh urged him to feed upon her bare succulence.
Mike sank toward her moist cunt, only to be halted by her framing hands. "What if someone walks in?" she softly fretted.
He shrugged, then grinned. "We'll never know-unless it happens." He lengthened his tongue for that pool of honey and dipped between nectar-daubed lips.
"Oh, God," she moaned, then released his head.
Mike plunged fully into her saccharine depths. Margo moaned gutturally as he delved through savory pulp while his fingers roamed the blonde ringlets that bordered her cunt. He lapped the sides with infinite care, provoking her hips into gyrating madness. No matter where he licked, Margo's juices flowed. He gulped them as quickly as they trickled onto his fluttering tip.
"Mmmmmm," he hummed into her damp folds.
Margo gritted her teeth as Mike chased after every delectable hot spot. She trembled as he drank from her pussy. He slurped the dewy drops that sprinkled her cunt lips, then siphoned the trickle remitted by her sodden core. She writhed when the borders of her pussy caught his tongue. Mike thrashed until he was unencumbered, then wriggled back into her clutching hole.
"Oh, yes," she whimpered, digging her high heels into the carpet. She twisted and grimaced at his rousing exploration. "Fill my pussy with your tongue."
Mike gladly obeyed. He immersed himself in the sugar-rich hole, lavishing her textures with frothy spittle. He readily consumed her tasty sap. The swallowing sounds made her frantic. He followed the revolutions of her hips, the sudden drop of her cunt and its immediate return to his mouth. She pressed herself to his gulping orifice and solicited his suck.
"More," she gasped, feeding him her hot secretions. "More. Yes. Faster. Ohhhh."
Margo's swollen clit became exposed as Mike spread open her cunt. Her ass bounced against the edge of the desk. She moaned as he drew powerfully on her soaked cuntal tissue. He extended complete devotion to that burgeoning pearl. He anchored his mouth to her quivering mound. Circling it with his knowledgeable tip, he commenced his assault.
"Mmmmm," he groaned, gulping her female essence.
Margo inverted her spine, digesting the hot commotion that resided in her body. She shoved herself back to that spectacular tongue. Grasping Mike's stout shoulders, she moved her ass to obtain every cell-rupturing stroke. "Ohhhh. Oh, yes, Mike. Ohhhh."
Mike clamped himself around her vibrant bud and throttled it mercilessly. He kept an eye on Margo's discoloration. He attuned his ear to her smothered cries. She barely suppressed the shriek that ripped from her throat as he lashed over the tormented button.
It was fortunate Mike's office was of cavernous proportions and that they were far from the door. She made every effort to contain her bubbling passion. Mike's avid slurps provoked her. She feared discovery. She could ill-afford gossip. A woman of her distinguished years ought to have more sense than to visit someone's place of business for sex. She and Mike were firmly established in their fortiesan age in which prudence was expected. Instead, she was having her pussy eaten in broad daylight, in front of a huge window.
Neighboring buildings were given a clear shot of her decadent behavior. Margo glimpsed people at their computers, file cabinets or on their telephones. None seemed alert to her unfolding splendor.
Wickedness, however, was the most delicious part of it. No matter how little she thought of herself, she nevertheless aimed her snatch at that mouth and ordered it gobbled. Mike obliged her without hesitation.
Mike changed the pace by grazing his teeth lightly over her clit. His modified tempo elicited a fresh string of whispered endearments. When he started licking her clit again, he slid two fingers straight into her creamy snatch. He evenly speared the juicy membranes. The slick sounds he produced turned her on.
"Oh, Mike," Margo sobbed, "it feels like you've got your cock in me. Ohhhh. I want to get fucked. I've got to have you inside my pussy."
Mike grinned, enjoying Margo's heated response. He withdrew his digits, then resumed sucking her cunt. He covered her warm, pulsing flesh with his mouth and sucked its tart liquid. He tongued her clit until she was riddled with pleasure. Bearing down on her, he labored for that wild disturbance that reflected in her shaking.
"I'm going to cum," she squealed.
He worked his tongue that much harder to accomplish her deliverance. Margo shuddered against the nonnegotiable press of his lips. Her throat ached from containing the screams that raged through her system.
Mike savored her sweet buckling. He brought her trembling to a satisfying conclusion. Her orgasmic seepage flowed into his mouth.
Margo raked him with her nails. Her eyes closed, then opened. Mike saw no sign of her emerald pupils, but rather her whites. Her sensual lips gradually parted to vent a guttural moan.
He slipped himself into that climax-ridden pussy, wanting it hot and juicy. Fighting against that slick knot culminated in a gut-wrenching orgasm.
Raising her with his hands, he rotated her soaked cunt so that it received wriggling impalement. He tongue-fucked her until she squeaked with joy, then redirected himself to her throbbing button. She croaked, enduring each tongue lash. Those butt cheeks burned in his hands as he licked her.
The sweat trickled down Margo's face as she fought to reclaim her equilibrium. Mike had done a thorough job. No matter how insanely she jerked her hips, that tongue shadowed in unbroken pursuit. Ohhhh. She could not elude its tireless curl. Her clit was bound to that incessant tickle.
Mike wasn't satisfied with furnishing her one orgasm. He kept sucking her pussy until another developed. He subdued her with those rapid flicks. Surrounding his face with her quivering thighs, she spasmed.
"Oh, baby," she sputtered. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Ohhhh."
Mike drank from her contracting loins. He dispatched her discharged fluids. His mouth remained attached until the convulsion subsided. Relinquishing her buttocks, they landed against the edge of his desk. Margo moaned, delirious.
He wasted not a moment. He unzipped his fly and took out his stiff cock. Eating Margo had given him a tremendous thrill. He throbbed above her swaying hips, her lolling head, her shifting tits. He longed to be buried in that succulent body of hers. His eyes centered on her glistening slit. Her sugary taste lingered on his lips. He thought about cramming himself into that tight space, then dragging his dick back and forth through that furry ring, consummating the demand that raged in his body. His trousers fell from his hairy thighs, collecting at his feet.
Margo murmured as his forearms flanked her. His face was bright with lust. Blunt flesh pushed her cunt lips apart. Whimpering, she sucked the head of his cock into her wet pussy, then adjusted her muscles below the jutting rim.
"Christ," he groaned before her.
"Yeah," she whispered, "fuck me. Slide your dick in my cunt. Yeah. Stick me as deep as you can."
Mike's eyeballs rolled upward as he drove into that wonderful heat. "Oh, yeah. Oh, baby, that feels so good." He sank into hugging pulp that manipulated and aroused. Exhaling sharply, he fully jammed himself into that tantalizing squish. Margo alternately squeezed, then made allowances for his passage. His face reddened as he shoved himself into that moist receptacle. The contrast of color stirred her. His neck turned scarlet against his white, crisp collar. His entire cock was enveloped in cunt.
Margo's hand traveled from the middle of his back to his flexing buttocks while he pumped her. She embraced his powerful frame, concentrating on the lush sensations his embedded shaft produced. The agitation of his hard dick afforded her bliss. He entirely occupied her snatch. She noticed his throb in the heart of her pussy. Clasping his tensing ass cheeks, she prompted him to fuck her more roughly.
Typically, Mike assumed his measured thrusts. Even crazed with lust, he stuck to his sluggish rhythm. His defiance to swiftly please her drove Margo insane. She pleaded with him to ram her, but instead received his gentle lance.
That slow-building pleasure was exactly what she craved. Joy shafted through her.
"Ohhhh," she purred in his ear. She writhed against his authoritative frame. "Oh, yeah. Give it to me. Fuck me. I want it. I want it so much."
Margo discerned Mike's rapid heartbeat. Her lips briefly curved before he pumped her cunt. He sliced smoothly into her pussy, occupying it to the hilt. She managed to fashion her muscles in a lock and provided the sizzling friction he sought.
"Faster," she pleaded. "Faster."
He disregarded her urgent call and steadily pistoned his hips until her spongy innards were met with cock. He watched the transformation of her features; one second, Margo was nodding in delight, and in the next, her face was a misshapen mask.
"Oh, my God," she moaned, loving his balanced slide. Mike filled a necessary void. Gladly, she accommodated the bulk that inhabited her loins. Their flesh slapped in delicious harmony. She puffed while he jammed himself to the bottom of her lubricated snatch. "Oh, God. Don't stop. Please-don't stop."
Mike didn't think that possible. Orgasm could only alleviate her jittery excitement. Her cunt snapped him up with its frantic oscillation. Sweat poured from his brow as he blindly pressed himself into her crushing folds. He fucked that saturated pussy with discipline. Her glutinous walls snared, then compressed him to the point of shooting. He jabbed through that slippery mesh and smoothly fucked it. Her snatch noisily absorbed him.
"Oh, baby," he muttered under his breath, "I'm going to cream."
"Do it," she implored, undulating to his satisfaction. She wanted him to inject her with hot, sticky jism. "I want to feel you cumming."
Mike gazed down at her fever-bright face, then groaned from the subsequent clasp of her pussy. Margo lured him to that bubbling finale. He pumped her soaked loins, feeling his ecstasy climb, until there was no turning back. Clenching his teeth and expelling stagnant air, he slammed into her cunt and exploded.
"Ughhhh," he bellowed, lightheaded and glowing. "Arghh. Arghh."
In those concluding moments, Mike supplied Margo enough abrasion to precipitate her orgasm. She felt the distant tremors in the pit of her groin until they gathered intensity. Soon, she contracted around his spurting cock. "Ohhhh," she wailed, letting that thrill surge through her entire being. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
After Mike emptied his load in that absorbent cunt, he wrapped her with his loving arms. They exchanged tongue-twined kisses and whispered words of affection. Their breathing eventually stabilized.
What an exciting man he was, Margo thought. She comprehended why she invariably did what he asked. Three consecutive orgasms-how tantalizing!
He looked utterly handsome in the drenching afternoon sun. That gut-wrenching climax had removed some of the tension lines. A fire continued to burn in those sexy blue eyes.
"You know," Margo said, tracing his jaw, "there's times when I gaze at you, I get an odd feeling."
He appeared amused with her reflection. "Oh? Can you describe it?"
"I'm not sure. Please, don't take this wrong, but I honestly believe we've met before. Perhaps we knew each other a long time ago.. . . "