'Bored' Meeting
It was just another boring "last Thursday of the month" board meeting, and he really wasn't looking forward to the typical petty bullshit, the accusations of over spending, the idiotic questions of fiscal responsibility, blah blah blah. So as he slumped into the cafeteria style chair he wondered how long he would go without yawning, or at least without yawning with his mouth open. Jake hated these meetings even more than the obligatory semi-monthly meetings at work with his superiors, who he considered all to be self-praising blowhards. Or maybe that was blow hard; "Yeah blow me," he thought.
As he gazed at the agenda sheet laid out in front of him and all the other board members, he noticed the usual crap and an obvious sales pitch coming under new business by the Cunning Ad Associates Group. Nice piece of work, he thought, "Associates" and "Group" in their name. "Jeezus, this is going to be so much fun. Like peeling potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner. Can't wait to see "Jules Titan, Chairwoman" of Cunning Ad Associates Group," he mumbled to himself.
The typical boring stuff proceeded along the typical boring meeting path. Jake amused himself by wondering how long it has been since each of the stuffy ol' ladies on the board got laid. Surely Ms. Kaplan had gotten it at least once this year. Probably after the Spring Dinner when she had been flirting with ol' man Bester; 75 years old and still horny as when he was 19.
"My hero," he thought. And Sally Hanley, with boobs down to her ankles and hair on her chin almost as long; well, she just might have gotten it last around 1985, and surely he was drunk, whoever the poor bastard was. Probably died right after it. If she didn't kill him, her perfume probably did. It stays with you for days even if you just shake her hand. Christ you can smell her before you can see her. "Imagine how nasty she must smell, AND LOOK, with no clothes on," he thought. "Yuk, fuckin’ yuk. I think I'm gonna throw up right here on Mary Nolan's beat up ol sweater she wears to every meeting."
Finally, after what seemed like two and one-half centuries, the President tapped his gavel ("Probably the only thing he's tapped all year" Jake mumbled), cleared his throat in the annoying way he has, and bellowed, "On with New Business. Tonight we are pleased to have Ms. Jules Titan from the Cunning Ad Associates Group here to present us with a new ad campaign for consideration."
"Yawn, fucking yawn," Jake thought to himself, when into the room came a tall blonde about 35 years old, longish hair and what appeared to be a killer body. Suddenly Jake was awake, as was everyone else. As she placed her papers on the podium she glanced around the room, filling the room with her warm smile and air of confidence. And then it happened; she locked eyes with Jake and he melted into butter. He heard nothing she said throughout her presentation. He couldn't stop thinking about her hair, her face, her clothes, her clothes off, her small, but perky breasts, her… well, her everything. She completed her presentation, answered some silly ass questions and then thanked everyone for allowing her to come to the meeting. The President asked her if she would like to stay for the remainder of the meeting and join everyone for the wine and cheese party held afterward. She said sure and proceeded to take a seat directly across the room from Jake. She gave him a quick, slight smile as she sat down, crossing her legs ever so slowly. Wow, and what legs they were; muscular, yet feminine. She glanced over at Jake and their eyes locked. She smiled and he returned it. She tugged on her skirt attempting to pull it down over her crossed knees. A futile attempt at best. Probably done out of habit, or purposely to make him stare at her, Jake thought. And then it happened. He thought it was accidental at first, but when he looked up at her eyes, she was smiling at him. She had slowly uncrossed her legs and slightly spread her knees apart. Squarely at him was her essence, she was wearing no underwear and when she saw him look up at her, she spread her legs just a little bit further apart, and now he knew for sure. It was on purpose and it was beautiful.
What, oh what will happen next, he thought.
Abruptly, the meeting ended. Well, it seemed abrupt to Jake as he was lost in time enjoying the view. He awkwardly pushed back his chair and stood. The room cleared fast as the old bitties shuffled off to the cocktail room. He found himself alone in the room with Ms. Jules.
"Uh, nice um, presentation Ms. Titan," he stammered. She laughed and it was music to his ears; warm, genuine and somehow very erotic and sensual.
"Jules. Call me Jules," she smiled back at him.
"Jules. I’m Jake," he introduced himself.
"Jake. Let’s get some wine and entertain these silver-haired comrades of yours." With that, she strolled out of the room in front of him. And all he could think of was she was wearing no panties under that skirt. He admired the way her full round ass smoothly slid from side to side as she stepped out. He shook his head, noticed he was half erect, and followed her like a buck in rut.
He did try to mingle with his board co-members. Tried. But his attention was constantly on Jules. Where was she? Who was she talking to? Where were those panties? He caught glimpses of her chatting with this old fart and that one, but every time he looked over, she was looking at him. "Shit!" he thinks, "If I have this hardon much longer, I’m gonna have to visit the jon and jerk off."
Suddenly, she is at his side. "Wanna go for a walk?" she whispered in his ear. "Do I ever!" he thinks to himself. Out loud, he casually says, "Sure. Where to?"
Just then Ms. Kaplan comes over and asks Jules a question about her ad campaign. Blah blah blah and a few minutes later, Jules grabs Jake’s arm and shuffles him out of the room. As they exit the cocktail room and walk down the exit hall, they both noticed the coat room. A simple glance was all that was needed for agreement. No one was around, so they opened the coat room door and slipped in.
The coat room was not being used at the moment. The coats brought by the other members were all hanging out in the open coat rack by the entrance. Jake felt along the back wall and found the light switch. The room was roomy and windowless. There was a boot bench along the back wall. Without a word, Jules grabbed Jake and pressed her body against his, pushing him against the wall. She pushed her soft lips in his and kissed him. He was stunned and barely kissed back.
She ran her hands along his back, over his ass, around the front and up his chest. Still holding the kiss, she pushed her hands under his shirt and moaned when she felt his skin. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," Jake is thinking as he finally remembers how to kiss. Her hands have somehow left his chest and were massaging his crotch.
When he’d just about ran out of air, she pulled back. The look on her face was one of an animal. The soft, professional, conservative look was replaced by one of hunger and passion. "What the hell," Jake thinks as he throws caution into the wind and grabs her. He pulls her in and runs his hands along her side, then up to her breasts. He boldly grabs her tits. She threw her head back and moaned again. He put his hands on her shoulder and guided her to the bench in the back. Forcefully, he sat her. Next, he got down on his knees and forced her legs apart. He could see that wonderful view of her essence again. This time, he would not settle for a teasing look! He pushed her skirt up to expose her. She settled back, spread her legs wider and got comfortable.
He moved his face forward until his nose was right in her pussy. She smelled sweet. He could see the glistening wetness of her need. He inserted a finger, cautiously at first, but when she pushed against his hand, he knew what she wanted. He pushed is finger all the way in and began to finger-fuck her. She moaned. He used two fingers, then three. She was thrusting her hips into him, going for it. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper. With a harsh scream, she came. He was still as her juices flowed all over his hand. When she was done, he pulled his hand out and licked his fingers. Before he could clean himself completely, she took his hand to her mouth and finished the job for him.
He had made her cum once, but he wanted one more. Jake put his face in there and licked, slowly. He started on one inside thigh and moved up toward her pussy; then past it and down the other thigh. Jules moaned again. "Man, this woman is an animal!" Jake thinks. He knows what she wants. Enough teasing, he goes in there and eats her out. She squirms and wiggles, guiding his tongue where she needs it. Suddenly, she grabs his head and held it, pressing him into her more. She shot her cum all over his face.
He’s got to have her now. He is about to burst in his suit. She senses this and quickly undoes his pants. They fall to the ground as she rips his briefs off. She sees his hard, full cock and her eyes light up. She puts her hands on his ass and pulls him toward her. First, she licks the cock in her face. Jake is not in the mood to play; he wants his cock sucked on and she wants to do it. As he pushes into her, Jules takes it all in. She sucks and licks, playing with his balls as she enjoys him. "Ut oh," Jake thinks. He’s getting close and what he really wants to do is cum deep inside her. He pushes her head away and pulls her up. He spins her around, against the wall. She understands and braces herself. He lifts her skirt and lines up. His cock is so wet and hard, and she is so wet and ready, it enters with no problem. He enters her with a sudden thrust. She softly screams out. He pulls out and enters again, harder. She bucks back harder. His hands are on her ass, spreading her cheeks so he can have a clear view of himself entering her. Now they are in a rhythm. In and out, fucking hard and steady. "Damn," Jake cusses to himself. He is very close but wants to hold out longer. This is so hot and exciting, hot sex in a closet with a stranger; a hot, sexy stranger. Too late; he is going to cum. He fucks hard and deep for one last thrust. Jules can sense it and she starts to cum, too. He holds it still inside her and they both cum with a groan.
After they calm down for a moment, they quickly dress. One quick look at each other and they get ready to leave the closet. Jake opens the door cautiously. No one is around. He slips out and motions to Jules. They leave the room, she heads for the Ladies room, he back to the party.
He joins back into a conversation with Sally Hanley, knowing the smell of sex on him would be drowned out by her perfume. He is pleased no one noticed his and Jules absence. A few minutes later, he notices Jules returning to the party and sees her chatting with Bester. Hee hehehehe, if the old cudger only knew. Jules looked over at him briefly and winked.
It was only then Jakes realized they had gone through the entire experience exchanging no words; just lust noises. A while later, he realizes she has left the party. A little disappointed, but still loving the allure of the whole event, he gets ready to leave. As he drives home, he wonders how he’ll vote on the Cunning Ad Associates Group’s proposal. Ya right!
