“You’re in control, Tamara. You decide, okay?”
His voice was gentle, reassuring, and caring. She relaxed with his words. They made her feel completely safe and cared for. There was no rush. There was only the pleasure. And each movement, no matter how small, sent waves of pleasure and arousal through her. She sat up straight with closed eyes. There was nothing else but the massive cock inside her hungry pussy and his hands on her breasts. She pushed down slightly and inches more sank inside. She raised up and sank back down, over and over, slowly but deliberately. More inches penetrated and it happened. She climaxed, her body shaking and breath caught in her throat. She collapsed onto his chest and his arms encircled her protectively as she shivered and quaked while cries and moans and gasps and panting breaths came from her mouth.
As she slowly recovered, she sighed, “Wow … but you didn’t cum, sir.”
“We’re not done, yet, Tamara.”
She raised herself back up and looked underneath. She sighed, again. “I thought you were all the way in.”
“Take your time, dear.” Tamara looked at the voice. Mrs. Cornell. “It might take a few times. Be patient. And take your time. We’re going inside to fix some snacks and drinks.”
Tamara shook her head as she looked down at Mr. C. “I am sitting on your cock and your wife is giving me encouragement.”
He merely smiled. Then he raised his hips slightly to penetrate her a bit further. She never felt so full of cock as it continued further and further into her, impossibly far. When it bumped into her cervix, she shuddered and gasped anew. Her body responded by rising and falling. Her pussy was drenched with her orgasmic juices while his fingers squeezed on her nipples and pressed on her clit. As his cock jammed against her cervix and went deeper inside, she lost track of everything but him, his cock, and her quaking pussy.
Another orgasm was rising within her but she desperately wanted him to climax, too. Her movements became faster and more urgent, slamming down over his cock. When she felt her butt smack his hips, she almost climaxed as the realization of having all of his cock inside hit her. She felt his cock jerk strongly, somehow swell even more, and she smiled. At least she thought she smiled but her face was also controlled by the lust and insane stimulation she was experiencing. She couldn’t stop it. The stimulation was too much. Her orgasm crashed over her and, as her pussy spasmed around the cock, she felt it begin spurting cum into her.
* * * *
We returned to the patio with Mrs. C, each of us carrying drinks or snacks, just in time to see the amazing climax they shared. Mr. C had his hands on her hips as she pushed down over his cock and he thrust up into her. They were both quite vocal in that final climactic moment.
After several moments to catch his breath, Mr. C held the petite Tamara and carried her to the pool to cool off and recover. In the meantime, we spread out the floor plan of the office space he had found. We quickly saw it would be perfect with considerable modification. We used a pencil to sketch out our ideas for the space and jot notes in the margins.
When Mr. C and Tamara returned (she walking and a bit embarrassed), we all found ourselves stopping to watch. We weren’t watching the embarrassed Tamara but the swinging cock on Mr. C. Even softened by time and the water, its size was enough to catch our appreciative attention.
The office space was another item on his list for us to discuss and we cut to the chase, presenting our thoughts as drinks and snacks were consumed. Mrs. C sat to the side with a smile on her face as she watched her husband and naked soon-to-be-employees energetically discuss ideas. The space was nearly a square on the top (6th floor) of an office building in an office park on the outskirts of the city. It would be convenient to get to and plenty of surrounding parking. The space would be one end of the rectangular building.
“Okay, give it to me, again,” he said after hearing our ideas once.
We had pulled lounge chairs together around two small tables pushed together with the large plan spread across them. Mr. C sat in front of the plan with Sara and me on either side of him and Tamara and Marie across from us. Mrs. C’s smile from the side was in watching five naked people earnestly studying the plan. But she was naked, too.
We went through it, again. This time slower and one at a time. He studied the sketched lines. The main door into the space would open into the bullpen of cubicles for Project Managers. The two walls on either side would be offices for the Partners. We would have cubicles outside their offices. On the back wall would be two conference rooms for project gatherings and general meetings and a break/lunch room separating the two conference rooms.
He pointed to a square marked at the main entrance. “What is this?” he asked. Sara explained we would need some way to receive deliveries of packages and supplies. Even if we don’t expect visitors, an office of naked women makes it difficult to even open the door. She said we can have the inside door locked and a sign to leave the package and press a buzzer on the wall. One of the guys, who are dressed, can retrieve the packages.
That led to a discussion of the enclosed rectangular spaces on either side of the front. Lockers and showers, Marie explained. Rather than a large shower area like last time, the space would be better for a wall of showers. We envisioned glass walls and doors. Mr. C smiled and I knew he was mentally seeing women showering in full view of the office. One side would be showers and sinks and mirrors while on the other side were lockers.