Tamara Thorne sat in her one-year-old Prius and considered the house in front of her. Two other cars were parked in the circle drive and she hoped they belonged to Sara James and Marie Jensen, co-workers she was to join for a private meeting with Mr. Cornell about his soon-to-be-official consulting firm. She had been afraid of being the first to arrive. Mr. Cornell was an amazing boss (actually the boss of bosses), but this was his home, and no matter how amazing he was still the big boss. So, she was relieved to see the other cars.
Tamara had been recruited to the fifth floor of Alliance Corporation or the sex floor as they joke among themselves. She had been the quiet one of the bunch. Smart, dedicated, strong work ethic, and loving sex and exhibitionism, she fit right in though she was more reserved than many on the floor. Her quiet, reserved personality could be in conflict with her sex drive but she had been quickly pulled into the tight group of Marie and Abby not only sharing many ‘girls’ nights’ at each others’ pussies but taking on multiple guys in the break room. It was like she was the sidekick of the sexy duo of the office, though two years older than them. She was less noticed except for one thing: she was one of the few African Americans in the office.
She opened the car door and stepped out, checking herself in the window. She straightened her blouse and skirt. She had neglected to ask how to dress so she went for casual business and wore flats rather than heels and without stockings. She hoped she wasn’t under-dressed.
She walked up to the massive front door and pressed the doorbell with a shaking finger. She had been so surprised by everything: Abby, Sara, and Marie coming to her desk saying they had to meet with her privately, discretely outside of work. All very mysterious until Abby blurted it all out as they sat at a corner booth of a bar where nobody from work would be. Mr. Cornell was about to retire to start his own consulting firm and he wanted her, Tamara, to join him. She and the three, obviously. After a startled, shocked ‘why’ escaped from her mouth, they said Mr. Cornell was well aware of her work ethic, working with others, and … she still couldn’t believe this … and the office was to be like how the fifth floor used to be. She met with Mr. Cornell along with the three others. He explained what he was envisioning, how excited he was, and the confidence he had in the firm with the people he wanted to hire. Of course, the nudity and sex … was she still interested in that? Damn right she was interested in that. Craving it in fact. After several miserable relationships, she had sworn off relationships but she was an exhibitionist and that often led to sex and that was the problem with most men just interested in taking advantage. The fifth floor was different: exhibitionism and sex but in safety.
“Tamara, welcome!” Mrs. Cornell seemed to swallow her in her arms as she pulled her into the foyer. She parted from the stunned young woman to arm’s length and giggled. “Sorry, dear. Samantha Cornell. Welcome to our home. The other ladies are upstairs to the left. I’m sure you’ll find them. When you’re ready, come out to the back patio. Abby can show the way.”
Tamara climbed the stairs from the ornate foyer to the second floor. This house was amazing. She’d never been in one so big and … well … rich-looking. She looked down into the foyer but Mrs. Cornell had already disappeared. She turned to the left and followed the familiar voices to an open door on the left. Across the hall, she could see through an open door an absolutely huge bedroom suite. The bedroom she turned into, by any other comparison, was also huge.
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“Tamara!” came the raucous welcome from all three of us. It wasn’t just the enthusiastic welcome that surprised her, though. All three of us were naked. Completely naked. Barefoot naked. We approached her with open arms and warm embraces.
“Did I miss the memo?” she laughed.
I laughed with her. “No, this was Mrs. C’s idea actually. Since we were here, she thought we might as well be comfortable. Since it is a sort of a work meeting, we should be dressed as such. And, that would also make it easier to enjoy the pool and … well … whatever else might happen.”
“Mrs. Cornell is okay with all this?” she asked.
“Okay?” I replied. “She loves it.” I then turned to all of them. “By the way, in case ‘whatever else might happen’ does happen, she’s now a full-fledged bi-sexual.” Knowing smiles all around. I turned back to Tamara, “Strip, girl. We don’t want to keep the boss waiting.”
We were already naked and waiting, so our attention was fully on Tamara. She was a beauty. Of course, I happened to think all of us were. An African American with smooth skin the color of mocha, shiny black hair to her shoulders, a trim 5′ 5″, and pert B-cup breasts.
Once she was out of her clothes we stood awkwardly in anticipation. We were all exhibitionists and enjoyed being naked but this was Mr. Cornell’s home. It was nothing new to me but for them, this wasn’t the office setting they’d signed up for but I could see they were also excited. I left through the door and they followed. I led them down the stairs and through an open section where the kitchen was open to the family room and the sliding door out to the patio in back.
“What do you want to drink, ladies?” came Mrs. C’s voice from the kitchen.
I wasn’t surprised but the other three certainly were. Mrs. C stood at the counter just as naked as we were. A fifth good looking naked woman. She offered ice tea or water to keep us hydrated outside and gave me an ice tea to give to Mr. C.
Mr. C was lounging in the sun where a rough circle of lounge chairs was arranged. He had a folio opened on his lap and going through several sheets, still old school when it came to making notes. He rose as we randomly selected seats and placed our drinks on small side tables. He thanked each of the women for coming on a Saturday with a warm embrace, his hands roaming over the backs of each.
He looked at us standing before him with a huge smile spread over his face. “Damn, I’m excited this is something you each want to be a part of.”
I giggled, “I can see you’re excited, sir,” I teased. The others followed my gaze fixed on his crotch, then back up to his face where I was surprised to see a bit of blush. “I am sure one of us would be just as excited to help you with that.” He saw the tease in my effort but also recognized the tension in the air.
“Perhaps Tamara, Joe,” Mrs. C said surprising all of us with her presence. “From what I heard upstairs, she has never been with you.” Now, even through her darker skin, it was Tamara blushing despite her nipples becoming instantly erect.
“There was a reason I wanted us to meet,” Mr. C refocused us, “and I have some news about the firm. Since it is Saturday it will be relaxed. But …” he set his gaze on Tamara, “I would have remembered being with you, Tamara, and I would very much like that. It is, of course, up to you.” Mrs. C was standing next to Mr. C who has his arm around her leg and his hand stroking up the inside of her thighs which were parted just enough. It was very arousing and I noted Tamara squirming a bit on the lounger. “But, as I said, there was a reason for asking you all to come to meet with me.”