Mrs. C seemed to take that as a signal and twisted from his grasp to return to the house. I for one watched her mature, naked body leave us.
“As I was saying, I’ve got updates. I have commitments for the senior positions leading the focus for our segments.” We all were very focused now. These were the people we’d be working under, figuratively and literally many times. “I hope you’ll be pleased to know that Stan Peterson will lead Supply Chain, Bob Sullivan will lead Operations, and …” he looked around at us, “Pam Benson will lead Resourcing.”
They were all from the office and were participants when the fifth floor was active before. This was good news because we were familiar with them and knew them as respectful and caring. But, Ms. Benson was interesting, I thought. Last time, in her position, she had preferential treatment under the dress code.
“Sir,” I interjected, “that is pleasing news. They are people we know and can trust.” The other women were nodding in agreement. “Out of curiosity, though, is Ms. Benson …”
He smiled, perhaps anticipating the question and stopping me before I fully verbalized it. “Yes, we discussed that. She agrees that the office culture of our firm is much different than the corporate culture of Alliance. I think she was excited to be bound by the same policies which will include ALL females.” We all smiled. There would be no status differentiation this time.
“Then, it had always been my concern that the functioning of the office wasn’t going to work if I didn’t have you four. I was pleased that those three seniors agreed. You should be pleased by what I heard in response. All of you are regarded with the highest respect professionally and,” he smiled wickedly, “and personally if you get my drift.” We all giggled. We got his drift very well. The entire office was a part of what happened but the senior members were always more discrete about it in their offices and somehow it was different with them. “They didn’t really have preferences, which I took additionally as how much respect they have for all three of you.” He said it while looking at Sara, Marie, and Tamara. It was assumed I would continue with Mr. C. “However, that said, Pam leaned to you, Marie.” He smiled, “I think she thinks you to be the most bi-sexual after Abby.”
I could tell that Marie was pleased. “I would like very much to work under Ms. Benson, sir.” The inclusion of ‘under’ drew teasing and laughter from us, including Mr. C who assure her there would probably be plenty of that knowing Pam Benson.
I moved over between Sara and Tamara. I spoke quietly to them to point out that Mr. Peterson had a liking for anal. Sara and Tamara shared a few comments. Though Tamara wasn’t against anal, Sara was agreeable to it more frequently.
So, it was settled. The Vice Presidents and Executive Assistants were aligned. He was very pleased with how plans were coming together. He said he also located office space and he wanted our input on ideas for that but it would wait until after a break. It was Saturday, after all.
Almost as if on cue, Mrs. C arrived with a tray of wines and a bottle of beer. “Pool time, girls,” she announced. But, after putting the tray down on one of the small tables, she leaned over Tamara’s shoulder and whispered into her ear. She glanced at Mr. C and blushed.
* * * *
When we got up to go to the pool with Mrs. C, Tamara stayed where she was. Mr. C swung his legs to the side of the lounger to face her directly. Even under her darker skin, her blush was evident. Her erect nipples on her pert breasts were very evident. He reached out with a hand on her bare knee while his eyes unflinchingly roamed over her exposed body before fixing on her face.
“Sir,” she nervously began, “I … I …” Mr. C moved to her side on the end of her lounger which caused her to drop one leg off the side which opened her thighs and exposed her pussy. It wasn’t lost on Mr. C who looked down at her shaved pussy, detecting the wetness there in the sunlight. His hand moved up the inside of her thigh and stopped just short of her pussy. It had to be up to her. “I … ever since the office … the change … I mean … I felt cheated, sir.” She looked up at him and her hand rested on his thigh. He was wearing an open shirt and swimsuit. Her hand was on his bare skin and inched higher. He allowed his fingers to move incredibly close to her pussy.
“Cheated … in what way, Tamara?”
“It wasn’t lost on me, sir. On anyone, really. Mostly it was those three or Ms. Benson leaving your office, sir. They always seemed to have a glow about them; a silly smile on their faces.” His fingers moved to the top of her thigh at her pelvis and moved just above her pussy. Her other leg opened as if by itself. It was taking all his effort not to slide a finger directly into her wet hole. He looked down as her hand moved under the leg of his shorts. “Sir … will you fuck me?”
“No.” His answer shocked her. “But,” he quickly added, “you can fuck me.” Her face that showed deep disappointment a moment before now relaxed and a lusty smile formed. He moved back to his lounge chair and she followed. As she worked the tie of his shorts, he stripped off his shirt. He lifted his hips for her to pull his shorts down his legs. She gasped and stared. “That’s why you will fuck me, Tamara. You be on top and do what’s comfortable.”
“Oh my god, sir, it’s true.” Somehow there were rumors but few women in the office had actually been fucked by him and he was pretty sure that small group didn’t gossip. “A BWC,” she mumbled.
Her hand had slid up his bare thigh to grasp his cock at the base. She bent down and kissed up the length of the hardening cock. “What was that, Tamara?”
She got embarrassed and looked up along his body after kissing the bulbous head. “Sorry, Mr. Cornell, a silly joke. BWC … big white cock. You know …”
He chuckled. Then, “How about we find out how this white cock feels inside you?”
She smiled which belied the nerves she was really feeling. After another kiss on the head, she crawled over his torso until her pussy was sliding over his long cock. She bent towards him tentatively and he took her head in his hands and pulled her in for a first kiss, then another, and the third become a torridly passionate kiss which had her stroking her wet pussy lips over his cock. Without breaking the kiss he reached down to raise his cock and between them, the head finally sank just past her pussy lips. She gasped and moaned into his mouth as he raised his hips slightly more to increase the penetration. She moaned louder, broke the kiss, and raised herself over him.
He reached up and took both her pert breasts in his hands. She looked down at him with lust and arousal, the level of which she had never felt before. His cock was only a few inches inside her and she felt so stretched. She bent forward to look between her thighs. It looked like it was all outside her despite her feeling the head filling her inside.
“Ohhhhhh … ggggoddddddd …” she exclaimed. “I’ve … never …” She looked down at him, her breathing ragged.