It was early morning when Lisa finally went to bed (this time to sleep). She felt that her eyes had just shut when the alarm started ringing on her cell phone. The mature brunette was exhausted but hopeful to depart and get back home to rest.
The Mitchells didn’t run into anyone as they checked out of the hotel and headed toward the airport. Lisa felt fortunate she didn’t see Mark or Charles as she knew it would’ve made for an awkward moment. Once the husband and wife boarded the plane and sat down, Lisa laid her head on Ryan’s shoulders and closed her eyes, stealing whatever time she could to sleep.
Again, Mrs. Mitchell felt that she had just started to relax when she was awoken. Ryan was nudging his wife gently to wake up as everyone was exiting the plane after landing.
Lisa and Ryan finally made it home and decided to finish up some errands and prepare for the week. Mrs. Mitchell excused herself early to get a head start on the much-needed rest while Ryan stayed up a little and watched some television.
Back at the hotel, Mark and Charles ran into each other as they were checking out.
“So, where do we stand on that promotion?” Mark asked
Charles laughed before speaking, “Mark, I can’t promise anything. Let’s see. We can stay in touch.”
Mark thought about this on the plane ride back home and wondered if he played his card too soon. Mr. Lipscomb thought he could use Lisa as leverage over Ryan professionally. He wasn’t fond of Mrs. Mitchell’s husband at all. But he also still wondered how much to push his relationship with the busty brunette.
Meanwhile, Charles Grant ordered a beverage while he thought about Lisa, Mark, and the scenario that had presented itself. Mr. Grant knew he couldn’t keep a guy like Mark Lipscomb at bay. The VP felt that the young man was going to be persistent about the promotion. But he also felt that Mark would not be right for the job.
Charles Grant ordered a second drink while sitting in first class on his way back to the East coast in continuous thought.
About a month after the retreat, Mr. Grant flew in for some meetings at the corporate office. He, Ryan, and Ryan’s boss all went to dinner with Charles requesting that Lisa join them.
Ryan wondered why but was reminded by Mr. Grant that he had met Lisa at the retreat. Mr. Mitchell texted his wife to confirm and once he did, Ryan shared the news with Charles who was glad to hear this news.
Eric Jackson, Ryan’s boss, met with Charles over lunch earlier that day. Both men were Vice Presidents but in different regions, and were very close. They started at VBS together and worked to help each other up the ranks.
Both would sync up when in each other’s town and look to catch up over drinks or golf. Throughout the years, Charles would share stories with his colleague about the college girls, models, and at times certain wives who he had encountered. The long-time married Mr. Jackson found some of the stories funny and others unbelievable. It always intrigued him how Charles would find himself in these situations.
When Eric shared with his friend the opportunity for Eric to become a director, the two men partnered to make it happen. They went through a list of potential candidates which spurred the idea for Mr. Grant. When they spoke about Ryan the two agreed that he seemed ideal.
This meeting/dinner would be to gauge Mr. Mitchell’s interest and understand if they did think he was the best person to move to the VP spot. And for Charles Grant, it would be an additional opportunity to leverage a little excitement for his pleasure.
The men were at the bar waiting for a table as Lisa arrived that evening in her work attire. Her fitted but conservative blouse pulled and tugged as she walked towards the group. She caught Charles’ eye. He watched the statuesque brunette and admired how her hips swayed and how she carried herself, professional, sexy, and confident. Lisa hugged her husband and then was introduced, or re-introduced by Ryan to Charles and Eric.
Her husband and Eric Jackson had huddled in a conversation shortly afterward, leaving Lisa alone briefly with the former athlete at the bar. Her back was to Eric and to her left was Charles Grant.
“Thanks again for joining us,” Charles said, smiling at the beautiful brunette
“Yes, uh, thank you for inviting me,” Lisa replied, her warm smile hid the uneasiness she felt at the moment.
“I don’t know what your husband shared, but a promotion would be pretty good for his career. I can help get in a good word for Ryan if you want,” he followed, looking directly into her eyes.
“That would be good and appreciated. Ryan mentioned that a position is available and thought about throwing his name in,” Mrs. Mitchell said. Her mind though kept warning her that she shouldn’t be surprised if there was a catch with the help offered.
“Give me your number and we can go from there,” Mr. Grant replied
Lisa shared her number with Charles and just as the exchange completed, the host let them know that their table was ready, breaking up the conversations.
The night progressed with the topic being mentioned to everyone collectively, followed by a soft interview, but nothing to imply that it was Ryan’s job at the moment. They did encourage Ryan to think about it and if he felt confident to put himself in as a candidate. On their way home, Ryan discussed the opportunity with Lisa and decided to go for it.
The next day Charles Grant texted Lisa, asking her to meet him for dinner at a restaurant in a five-star hotel downtown. He told Mrs. Mitchell that this would be private to discuss the promotion, and Eric wasn’t aware of this nor was Ryan. Her fingers shook slightly as she nervously texted Charles to ask what time. Mr. Grant provided her with this information and Lisa messaged back to share that she would be there.
Once she made it home, Mrs. Mitchell showered and applied some light makeup. According to what she had told Ryan, it was the same friend she was going to see for dinner and drinks. The mature brunette moisturized her smooth long lightly tanned legs and blow-dried her hair.
As she dressed, Lisa felt a sensation between her legs as she recalled the meeting with the VP at the retreat. She took a deep breath and spritzed on her perfume and stood up, looking at herself in the mirror.
The mature brunette was glad she focused on her health and nutrition after Shelby. She had to admit, at forty-three years of age, she did look pretty good. Lisa found one of her more conservative dresses for the night to wear. After checking her outfit, hair, and makeup one last time, she grabbed her purse and left her house.
Lisa Mitchell drove to the restaurant with a mixture of different feelings. First, she thought about Ryan and how important this position would be for him and his career. After CoreTek, they both weren’t sure what would be next for them. Ryan Mitchell even had a momentary breakdown but recovered and took advantage of the opportunity at VBS. She felt her husband had come a long way from that point and was happy for him.
The sexy brunette also thought about that night at the retreat with Charles again. The feeling of his strong and muscular body and confidence. She recalled the power he fucked her with and how the length of his manhood felt inside of her pussy. Lisa thought about how she succumbed to her desires sexually, even though he seemingly coerced her. A little wetness escaped the lips between her legs and her nipples started to react as she made it to the hotel.
Once she parked her car, Lisa squeezed her thighs trying to minimize the sexually driven thoughts. She took a deep breath before exiting her car and entering the hotel on her way to the restaurant.
Charles Grant smiled as he saw Lisa Mitchell walking towards him. He admired her elegance and choice of outfit. The zealous love navy blue tie-front midi dress had a rounded neckline and sleeveless bodice with a cool knotted detail in the front. Its midi skirt had diagonal front pockets which looked like pleats and stopped a few inches above her knees. In the back was a hidden back zipper/clasp.
Her sand-colored four-inch heeled Sarah Flint perfect pump 100’s was a perfect contrast to the color of the dress. Lisa gave a nervous half-smile as she made it to the VP. Mr. Grant stood up and hugged the buxom brunette.
“Great atmosphere here isn’t it Lisa?” Charles asked once they were seated at the restaurant. The two made small talk as dinner was served.
Mrs. Mitchell noticed a manila folder with the athletic man as they discussed the business reason for this meeting.
“So Lisa, we both know you and I enjoyed our night together at the hotel. One could argue that you might have even enjoyed it more than me,” Charles said, taking a sip of his wine as the mature brunette started to gaze down and away.
“My proposition to you, for your husband, is that when I’m in town we spend time together. I won’t say a word to anyone and I will guarantee that he gets the promotion within a month,” Mr. Grant followed.
Lisa Mitchell stayed quiet, thinking about the proposal. On one hand, she would help her husband get very good pay and position. But again she would be cheating on him with another man, although this time for Ryan’s sake.
“I, uh, thank you, Charles, what do you mean?” She asked
“Well, people are vying for this position. Some are allies with your husband and some aren’t,” He followed, “Those who aren’t don’t seem keen on keeping him around.”
“I don’t understand. Who’s in the running and not wanting Ryan? He would be a great VP,” she followed
“Well…” Mr. Grant was about to speak when Lisa blurted out another comment.
“He has been excellent at this job and has shown the capability to manage difficult situations. I think he has a knack for it,” she replied, trying to get as much good feedback for her husband as she could.
“Your call Lisa. I’m not affected either way. But this is something I would think you care about,” he added
She looked at him, unsure of how to take his comment of caring.
“Well I do care and I want Ryan to get this promotion,” she replied
“I know Eric well. I can get your husband the role, this I promise,” he said
“How do I know this is guaranteed? You said something different the other night,” Lisa asked, knowing that this question was going to lead to a proposal.
Charles sat up a little more before adjusting his shirt, “Eric is willing to listen to me as he is wanting to make the right decision. He and I have helped each other over the years and are very good friends. With his opportunity almost locked in, the backfill will be in our control. That is the guarantee. In terms of why you’re here, let’s keep it simple. Time with me, promotion for him, I have put it in writing,” he replied, leaving it up for Lisa to interpret.
Mrs. Mitchell looked at him, emotionally mixed with a hint of guilt and slight arousal. Bluntly but politely, Lisa asked, “Where is it in writing?”
Mr. Grant opened the folder and pulled out a sheet of paper. The VP placed it on the table. It was an agreement for Lisa to review and sign.
The elegant brunette picked up the one-page document and started to read it.
Agreement:
Section I: Agreement
This Agreement is binding for one (1) month from the date of _________. Both parties are to agree and sign this document and will be provided a copy for their records. Services and Details of the agreement are outlined in Section II: Terms & Conditions.
Section II: Terms & Conditions
The followings are the terms & conditions Charles Grant agrees to:
– Ensure Ryan Mitchell is given the VP of the region currently held by Eric Jackson.
Note: If Ryan Mitchell is not given the VP of the discussed region, Charles Grant is to pay Lisa Mitchell a sum of USD 25,000.00.
– Contact with Lisa Mitchell is only during the duration of this agreement.
Note: Once the agreed timeframe has expired, Charles Grant shall seize any contact with Lisa Mitchell unless she consents to the communication.
– To request consent from Lisa Mitchell for all activities upon signature of this agreement unless Lisa Mitchell engages in the activity first, or provides sufficient responses to said activities.
– Practice discreteness of the agreement and do not mention this document with any outside parties.
The following are the terms & conditions Lisa Mitchell agrees to:
– Ensure availability to accommodate any and all requests for meeting(s).
– Will communicate with Charles Grant once the agreed timeframe has expired to determine if consent for further contact is allowed.
– To provide approval to all activities mentioned within this agreement either verbally or physically.
Note: Denial is permitted if the activity is determined to be detrimental to health, harmful, or life-threatening.
– Practice discreteness of the agreement and do not mention this document with any outside parties.
Section III: Signatures
Signatures from both parties provide acknowledgment of the agreement.
_______________ Lisa Mitchell
_______________ Charles Grant
End of Agreement
She noticed the legal-like language, wondering if Charles Grant had done this before. The compensation also stuck out to her. In her career, that sum was a good amount of her yearly salary. Lisa also noticed the term activities, not surprised that the wording seemed sexually driven.
Charles had placed a pen on the table as Lisa was reading the agreement. When she finished, Mrs. Mitchell placed the paper down and looked at the man in front of her.
“Any questions Lisa?” he asked
She looked at the paper and the pen, then said calmly but bluntly, “So it is what I thought. You want me to have sex with you for my husband’s promotion.”
“Hey, if you don’t want to agree you don’t have to,” Mr. Grant replied almost nonchalantly, taking another sip of his wine as he stared back at Lisa.
Mrs. Mitchell looked at the paper again, picking up the pen in thought. Again, she wasn’t forced to do this but for some reason, she felt that she wanted to. Maybe it was the guilt of her actions with Mark and lying to her husband as she fucked her former boss behind his back. Or maybe it was the thought of having sex with this man in front of her. Wanting his long cock deep inside her and driving her to another orgasm.
In her mind, if she was to engage in her now more prominent sexual desires, she might as well provide a benefit for her husband. The last time she remembered facing a similar situation was the photo shoot with the Dean of Shelby’s college, and that turned out well for her daughter.
Lisa signed the document and made eye contact with Charles who smiled and took the pen and paper from her, signing it also. He told the busty brunette that he would get her a copy during their next meeting.
After a mostly quiet dinner with little conversation, Charles Grant paid the bill and popped the question, “So, are you ready to begin?”
Mrs. Mitchell nodded that she was and requested to get another drink. They went to the bar and after she did, the two made it to the hotel elevator quietly. Lisa shook slightly from nervousness as she stood next to the tall man. She could smell the musky scent radiating off of him while she was in deep thought about what was next.
The ding from the lift brought her back to reality. She felt his hand gently press on her lower back, guiding Lisa into the elevator. Charles pushed the button for his floor and stood next to the busty brunette. He hadn’t engaged in anything intimate yet.
Once the doors slid open Charles led Lisa to his room, still without speaking a word. As she heard the click from his door close behind her, Lisa could feel her nervousness increase. In two-plus decades of marriage, the proposition nor the thought had ever crossed her path. The closest was when Mark wanted her to show off her body at the bank.
After the last few months though, Lisa’s growing sexual desires were a lot more in demand of her life than she would’ve wanted to admit. Even Mark’s proposal to show a little more skin didn’t bother her as much now as it used to.
Lisa watched as Charles Grant went to shut the curtains of the room. He walked over to Mrs. Mitchell and looked down at the busty brunette, towering over her as he asked his first question, “May I kiss you?”
She looked up at him, conflicting emotions scrolled through her mind. This was the moment she would honor her end of the agreement for her husband. Mrs. Mitchell’s deep blue eyes showed a slight state of intoxication, but she was coherent and aware as she responded quietly, “Yes.”
He placed the palm of his left hand under the right side of her jaw, caressing her cheek with his thumb as he leaned in to kiss her. Lisa could feel a current shoot through her body as his lips touched hers.
She initially felt a little lightheaded but once she regained her composure, Lisa gradually reciprocated his advances. Mr. Grant gently reached for her waist with his right hand, pulling the mature woman in closer. He released her lips from his, watching as she took a deep breath before he kissed her again, this time deeper and with more passion. This caught her off guard as she muffled and moaned as his tongue twirled inside her mouth.
The make-out session seemed to last for hours but was mere minutes. Lisa felt the heat radiate off of the VP as they once again broke the embrace of their lips. Her heart was beating rapidly now.
They looked into each other eyes, hers now showing a desire Charles remembered from the retreat. Mrs. Mitchell saw a feeling of power and confidence in his. The two embraced in a more aggressive make-out session, leading him to gently push her up against a wall in the room.
Their tongues danced seductively and his cock started to stiffen. The busty brunette could feel her pussy responding to the moment also. Once again Charles broke the embrace.
“Can I fuck you tonight?” he asked Lisa in a whisper
Mrs. Mitchell knew that there was no turning back now. She turned around and lifted her hair, showing the VP where he could start.
Charles took in a whiff of the scent of her hair as she did this. He reached for the zipper of Lisa’s dress and slowly pulled it down. The sound although minimal in reality was loud in the quiet room. Once he had unzipped the dress, Charles pulled it down off her body letting it puddle on the floor around her high heels.
Mr. Grant licked his lips as he drank in the sight in front of him. Lisa’s black bra and panties contrasted against her still sun-kissed body. He traced the back of her calves with his eyes, up to her thighs and the curve of her ass. The black panties covered a decent amount of her rear, but it wasn’t as conservative as Lisa might have worn in the past. Her thoughts for the underwear were that she didn’t want any easily visible panty lines to ruin the flow of her outfit.
Charles asked if Lisa could take off her bra. Mrs. Mitchell reached back and unclasped the garment, wiggling her shoulders slightly forward and pulling it off. Mr. Grant took it from her, tossing it on the floor in the room. As the cold air hit her near-immediate erect nipples, she instinctively covered them with her hands. Lisa still displaying some of the conservatism of a woman with a stranger.
The VP had undressed down to his boxers before asking Lisa if he could kiss her again. She still faced away from him but nodded that it was okay. Mrs. Mitchell felt his lips touch the back of her lower thighs while his hands used her ass to balance as he knelt. The busty brunette closed her eyes as the VP serenaded her legs with his lips. Mr. Grant made it to the curve of her lower back before kissing his way up her right shoulder.
Lisa Mitchell’s hair was now draped over her left shoulder. Charles kissed his way to her bare neck on the right side. Mr. Grant gently pressed his tongue near her ear, swirling it back to her shoulder. The sensitivity and feeling of affection caused Lisa to push her rear back against his groin.
Driven by her sexual arousal, Lisa reached back with her left hand, touching his bare, trim waist. She noticed that Charles was in his boxers as she searched for his manhood, yearning to touch his member.
Mr. Grant leaned in to give Lisa access to what she desired. Just as she was about to grab it, he pressed his member against her left ass cheek. The busty brunette moaned, tilting her head back slightly.
Lisa laid her head on his shoulder and her soft hair pressed against his chest. Charles gently grabbed her neck. The feeling of Mr. Grant’s domination caused Lisa to press her body back against his again. At this point, she was ready and didn’t need an agreement. Mr. Grant moved towards her right ear, kissing it again. She had started to slowly grind her body against the muscular VP.
Feeling that he wouldn’t need further consent, Charles reached around her right leg and rubbed her panty-covered mound.
“Ah,” Lisa gasped, pressing her body against Mr. Grant’s with a little more pressure.
Her wetness had soaked up the thin black garment. Charles was surprised by how sexual Lisa was. Mr. Grant moved his right hand up to her boobs, slowly and gently massaging Mrs. Mitchell’s right tit.
Just as the VP pinched her nipple she gasped in pleasure again, resting her head back on his shoulder. He had both hands on her breasts now, gently rubbing and squeezing her 34F boobs. Lisa gasped and moaned from his touch, emitting an “Mmmm,” when he pinched both her buds.
The busty brunette allowed her tits to be played with for a moment before she placed her hands on his. Mrs. Mitchell gently moved them off her breasts before she stepped forward, unlocking the grasp that Charles had her in. She turned around and admired the physique of the man in front of her.
Lisa gently grazed his firm chest with her manicured French tip fingernails. Both her hands slowly trailed down to his abs before reaching Charles’ boxers. She gently tugged the garment down, freeing his member. Mrs. Mitchell looked into his eyes again before standing more upright and kissing the man who she felt owned her husband’s fate.
Mr. Grant pulled her closer, squeezing her rear as they made out for a brief moment longer. Lisa could feel his warm cock press against her thigh. She then broke their kiss and knelt in front of the VP. Charles felt the busty brunette’s tits graze his member in the process. Mrs. Mitchell gently grabbed his hips to help her balance down on her knees.
Lisa hungrily eyed his cock, remembering how it felt inside her when they fucked at the retreat. She could feel the increased saliva build up in her mouth as she leaned forward to kiss his penis.
Her soft lips serenaded each side of his cock before she opened her warm mouth to suck Mr. Grant’s manhood.
The busty brunette closed her eyes as she wrapped her lips around his member and sucked tightly. Her head slowly moved forward and back as she pleasured the VP. Mr. Grant smiled to himself before looking down at Lisa, watching her suck his shaft.
Her slurps and moans continued for another minute before she tried something she knew Mark enjoyed. Lisa tried to take his whole member in her mouth but coughed and gagged with each attempt. His length had provided to be more of a challenge than she thought.
Just as Mrs. Mitchell was about to lower herself down to his scrotum, Charles guided Lisa up and onto the bed. As she lay on her back, Lisa kicked off her heels and bent her knees slightly, spreading her legs. The invitation to have her was right in front of the VP.
Charles joined Lisa on the bed, lying next to her on her right side. He kissed Lisa deeply, touching her sex with his right hand. The mature woman moaned as she felt his fingers rubbing her pussy. Lisa lifted her hips and pulled her panties off, dropping them to the floor by the bed. She laid back down where she was before and tilted her back slightly, reaching with her right hand for his cock.
Mr. Grant reached between her legs again and inserted two fingers in her honeypot. Lisa broke the kiss and this time moaned loudly. She leaned towards Charles, her left hand holding the back of his head now. Slowly, he finger fucked the busty woman.
The two could feel the heat from each other’s bodies as the VP continued to push and pull his fingers into the mature woman’s sex. After changing up the pace a few times, Charles Grant took his fingers out of her pussy. He moved them up towards Lisa’s partially open mouth.
Mrs. Mitchell was slowly rotating her hips and gasped as she felt the emptiness between her legs. As Mr. Grant’s fingers touched her lips, Lisa leaned her head forward to take them in her mouth.
Charles felt her tightly suck on his fingers with her tongue swirling and licking them, trying to get every drop of her juices. He took them out of her mouth and kissed her deeply. Mrs. Mitchell returned the affection, her sweetness shared by the two. Lisa slowly pushed against the fit man till she had him on his back.
The mature brunette straddled the VP and reached back for his manhood.
“Can I fuck you?” Charles asked rhetorically. He wanted her to know that he remembered the contract.
Lisa looked at him with a look of sexual need and bit her lower lip. Then she guided his cock in her pussy.
“Ah,” she gasped as the head of his cock pressed against her sex and into her pussy.
“Mm,” Lisa moaned as she slowly started to fuck the VP. Charles rubbed her smooth calves up to her thighs, gripping Lisa’s waist as she increased her pace.
Her moans were sensual and grunts were soft in sound as she continued to pleasure herself with Mr. Grant’s cock. He watched her and was still surprised in regards to how quickly she was ready to fuck.
Charles reached towards her clit with his left hand. He slowly applied a little pressure on the little button while reaching up with his other hand to pinch Lisa’s nipple.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her pace still steady.
The VP continued this for a minute before he started to play with both of her nipples. Lisa tilted her head back as she felt the man squeeze and play with her big tits. Her speed increased as Charles pinched and pulled her brown areolas.
Charles Grant admired her chest and neck. He found her to be very sexy and desirable.
Lisa’s breathing was increasing from the pleasure. Sensing that she might be close to an orgasm, Mr. Grant stopped playing with her nipples and nudged Lisa to get off of him.
Mrs. Mitchell slowed down her pace and moved off of the VP. He looked at his shining cock, well lubricated with the mature woman’s juices. Charles got off of the mattress and stood to the left side of the bed, his cock hovering over the mattress.
“Would you like to taste yourself?” He asked, knowing at this point that the questions wouldn’t matter except for contractual reasons.
Lisa, still on the mattress, looked at his manhood. She got on all fours and faced Charles. He leaned in and kissed her briefly. After they broke the kiss, Mrs. Mitchell made eye contact with the VP before lowering her upper body so she could suck his long hard cock.
She felt the strength and stiffness of his shaft as Mrs. Mitchell pressed her tongue against each side. Lisa licked her sweet nectar off of his cock, taking him deep inside her mouth again. She bobbed her head back and forth a few times before Charles guided her over onto her back.
The mature woman’s body rested on top of the bed while her head rested against the side. Lisa looked up and saw Charles’ jewels hanging in front of her face.
Mr. Grant reached for her 34F boobs and caressed them. He then dropped some of his saliva on her nipples and rubbed them gently. Lisa took a deep breath as the sensations of pleasure hit her again. He leaned down to kiss and suck on her beautiful tits.
As somewhat of a surprise to him, she reached for the VP’s penis and started to jerk him off. Charles smiled and continued the attention on her boobs. Then he leaned down a little more to rub her clit.
Just as Lisa moaned, she felt her contractual partner’s jewels touch her lips. Instinctively, the busty brunette stuck her tongue out, grazing the bottom and then kissing the softness of his scrotum.
Charles continued to play with her love button with one hand while massaging a boob with the other.
As Mr. Grant went forward to stick his fingers in her pussy, he unintentionally repositioned himself while she was licking his balls. This caused her to lick and kiss the space between his anus and scrotum.
The sensation felt great to the VP. He had experienced this in the past with a few women. Some even doing more. What he thought was interesting is that Lisa was continuing.
Eventually, he lifted off the mature woman and guided her to stand up next to the mattress. Charles helped her spread her legs before fucking her while holding her arms back as he had done before. This time he thrust harder into her pussy. Sounds of his penetration and body driving into hers broke the momentary silence in the room.
“Ah, fuck, oh god, yes!” Lisa screamed in pleasure
She felt the force and strength of the man driving deep inside her sex. He bent her over the side of the bed and continued to pound the forty-three-year-old woman. Lisa moaned and grunted, her mouth dry and needing hydration. From what was first sensual was now just two adults fucking.
Charles spanked her ass before slowing down and dropping some of his spit in the crease between both ass cheeks. Lisa felt the wetness but didn’t think twice. The VP rubbed his thumb in the wetness before pressing it into her ass.
“Ahhh!” Mrs. Mitchell moaned, slightly in pain but not to where she wanted to stop.
She couldn’t remember a time her puckered hole had been stretched like this. Lisa had some previous anal play but this was different. The thumb and Mr. Grant’s cock had her feeling full in both holes.
Once the burning sensation subsided she felt the pleasure return and could feel Charles slowly fucking her. He wiggled his thumb inside her a few times, even penetrating in and out of her puckered hole, watching as Lisa’s starfish accepted the pleasure.
She could feel his cock and thumb alternating the strokes in and out of both holes now, hitting a wave of pleasure she couldn’t comprehend. After a few more strokes like this, Charles took out his finger and cock. Mrs. Mitchell felt an emptiness in her sphincter and pussy.
Mr. Grant helped Lisa lie on the mattress. She positioned onto her back and spread her legs. He pushed his cock into her pussy, driving it in and keeping it there for a moment. Then he leaned down and kissed Mrs. Mitchell, noticing the dryness in her mouth. She reciprocated his advances, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.
The VP slowly started fuck the Bank Manager. Both grunted and moaned as Charles sped up his pace. Lisa could feel him hitting deeper into her sex. Mr. Grant leaned up and grabbed the back of her thighs, pressing down and pushing her against the mattress.
She grabbed her nipples, pinching them as she felt her orgasm hit while this strong man fucked her hard. Lisa screamed that she was cumming as Charles continued to penetrate her pussy.
Once her climax subsided, Mr. Grant pulled out and watched her regain her breathing. There was a thin layer of sweat on both of their bodies at this point from the aggressive session.
Just as Charles was about to push back into her sex with his cock, Lisa gently pressed her hands against his lower abdomen so she could get up. Mr. Grant stepped back and stood by the bed.
She gingerly got up and grabbed his member, leading him to the chair in the room. Lisa guided him to sit down and she knelt between his legs. The busty brunette kissed his inner thighs from his knees to his groin. Mr. Grant watched her as she made it to his penis.
Mrs. Mitchell licked and played with the tip of his cock, taking it in her warm mouth. Again she tasted herself on this man’s member. Just like at the retreat, Lisa sucked him till he came on her boobs. Mr. Grant offered his bathroom for her to clean up and reminded her that he would provide a copy of the contract.
Once Lisa had cleaned up, she exited the bathroom, dressed in her bra and panties.
“That was wonderful Lisa, I forgot to ask, but was the anal play okay?” he asked curiously
“I, well, yes that was fine. I haven’t had much anal stimulation before,” she replied,
slipping on her dress.
“Would you like to explore this?” he followed.
Mrs. Mitchell paused, not knowing how to answer this question.
“I’m not sure, I’ve never given it too much thought,” she said, not against it but not sure if she wanted to do it.
“Why don’t we let the flow of the situation dictate it next time,” he said, to which she agreed.
Lisa slipped on her heels and received a date from Charles for when they would meet. The wife and mother left the hotel, got in her car, and started to drive home.
On her way, Lisa received a text from Mark that he couldn’t wait to see her. He had let her know earlier in the week that he was going to be out of town for a little bit.
This ironically lined up with when Charles wanted to meet. She responded to Mr. Lipscomb that she hoped his trip would go well.
Then she started to think, “Did Charles send Mark out of town so he could be with me?”
A few different thoughts and ideas popped into her head but the mature woman was too tired to think through these in detail.
After she made it home Lisa went to the master bedroom, showered, and went to bed.
The next morning Mrs. Mitchell went to work and received a phone call mid-day from her District Manager. They were asking to see if she would be okay to help another branch. Lisa agreed to manage a different branch for a few days while Browning found a full-time branch manager.
The location of the bank was further away, near the other side of town. It looked a little older but wasn’t rough by any means, just dated. She shared this with Ryan that evening and headed towards that banking branch the following day.
Lisa stepped out of her car and walked towards the glass double doors. Mrs. Mitchell pulled the handle of one of them and stepped in, smiling and greeting the staff that was already there.
“Hi team, I’m Lisa Mitchell, I will be the branch manager here for a few days,” She said smiling as she walked over to the teller area.
The tellers welcomed her, smiling back. The branch banker came around the corner and greeted Lisa, “Hi, I’m Lenny Washington, pleased to meet you.”
“Hello Lenny, I’m glad to meet you as well,” Lisa replied, as they shook hands. Lenny couldn’t stop staring at Lisa’s pretty blue eyes.
Mr. Washington was in his early twenties, about five feet six inches tall, with short hair and average in terms of physique. Work didn’t provide many active opportunities and it seemed that at home, Mr. Washington also preferred a sedentary lifestyle. After they exchanged pleasantries, Lisa observed the bank layout.
She noticed that this branch was different than what she was used to. The teller area was to the right. Cubicles were set up on the back wall and also to the left.
“Lenny, do you have a specific place you sit or is it open seating?” Lisa asked the young man.
“Well, I sit here and our manager sits there, other than that, it is open seating,” he replied
The young banker wasn’t used to seeing a woman like her in a place like this. Her elegance, comforting smile, ocean-blue eyes, and natural beauty had him excited to have her there for a few days.
“Okay great, I will take the cubicle back there,” Lisa said, pointing to a desk that was in Lenny’s vantage point.
The banker smiled and gave her a nod of approval before going back to his desk. With his computer screen mounted in the direction of where Lisa was going to sit, Lenny was glad he could check her out but still look like he was working.
On her first day at the branch, Lisa didn’t have many deliverables on her end. Mrs. Mitchell did receive a call from her District Manager who shared some things about the status of this Browning location. At the end of the day, Lisa drove home, went for a jog, showered, and relaxed.
Most of the following day was just as uneventful. She analyzed the branch goals and targets, noticing that they were lacking in a few areas. Lisa also received some texts from Mark, replying to him casually, but also some messages from Charles. He had requested her dress size, shoe size, and underwear size.
Late in the afternoon as she was finishing up some other tasks, her desk phone rang. Earlier Lisa had heard some of the commotions but didn’t feel it was necessary to step in.
“Mrs. Mitchell, we have a customer who needs help. Do you mind assisting?” asked the teller politely.
Lisa acknowledged that she would help and stepped away from her desk. The clicking of her heels echoed through the lobby as she made her way to the customer.
“How may I help you sir?” Mrs. Mitchell asked, smiling.
“My…” paused the gentleman.
He stared at her for a moment before shaking his head, trying to get out of the trance he was in.
“My debit card. I lost it and need to order a new one,” he finally replied.
“Oh god, okay no worries, let’s deactivate that card. We can order a new one while getting you a temporary one. Also, I will need to confirm some information with you. Do you have two forms of ID?” Lisa asked. She displayed genuine concern, confidence, and sincerity.
“Yes,” responded the man, still looking at the Branch Manager in shock
“Great! Okay, please sit here,” Mrs. Mitchell replied, ushering her customer to a chair across from where she sat. Lisa walked around her desk before politely asking the man to sit down again. She then sat in her chair and asked for his ID.
The man slowly sat down and got out his wallet. He gave Lisa his ID and social security number. She eyed the driver’s license to confirm it was the right person and verified his social.
“Santiago Perez, what do you do Mr. Perez?” She asked
“I’m, I’m in landscaping,” he replied. Santiago thought she might have recognized him but Mrs. Mitchell hadn’t.
“Oh wow, I hope business has been good for you,” Lisa followed
“It’s, it’s been great, thank you,” Santiago answered
Never would he have thought he would be sitting across from the beautiful Lisa Mitchell, having this conversation.
Lisa quickly deactivated his card, ordered a new one, and asked him to input his pin on the PIN pad. When she did this, Mrs. Mitchell checked her phone and noticed a message from Samantha. This was followed up by some messages from Mark and a few more from Samantha.
Knowing it wouldn’t be polite, Lisa didn’t pick up the phone. But she wondered what the messages might be about.
“Ma’am, excuse me, ma’am,” Santiago said, waving his left hand trying to get Lisa’s attention
“Um, I’m. Sorry Mr. Perez, yes sir,” She replied, looking to regain focus on her customer
“I’ve input my pin,” Santiago said
Lisa looked at her computer screen and accidentally clicked the wrong button. She asked Santiago to re-enter the information. When she did this, Lisa turned towards Mr. Perez. Under the desk, her foot accidentally pulled on some of the wires causing Mrs. Mitchell to unhook the connection to the device.
Santiago input his pin but then noticed that nothing was happening.
“I don’t see anything on the screen,” he told her
Mrs. Mitchell asked him to re-enter the information and noticed her phone showing more messages from the thread with Samantha and Mark.
Further distracted, Lisa’s focus was not where it should be to help her customer.
Again the pin didn’t work and she stood up to see what was going on. Lisa walked next to where Santiago was seated. She reached toward the PIN pad and noticed that it looked to be turned off.
Lisa pulled the device a little more and noticed that it was disconnected.
“Lenny, I apologize, but do you mind helping me reconnect this?” she asked the young banker. He had just finished with his customer and was walking by.
He looked over and let her know that he would be glad to help.
“I accidentally disconnected it,” Lisa shared with Lenny.
“Gotcha! Okay, let me get under here, excuse me, sir,” Mr. Washington said.
Santiago scooted back, his chair angled to the right, where he had a side view of Mrs. Mitchell. His eyes traced her from head to toe. Her hair had a nice wavy flow and volume. Lisa’s light blue blouse was fitted and she had unbuttoned a couple of the top buttons, giving a slight hint of cleavage but not much.
Mr. Perez’s gaze moved to her waist and black skirt. He eyed the side of her lower body. The curve of her womanly rear caused his member to twitch slightly. Santiago’s thoughts went to when he and Juan had seen her in lingerie.
Lenny was fumbling around with the connection now and had crawled under Lisa’s desk. The mature banker was standing between the two men and focused on assisting Lenny. Santiago continued his gaze and noticed the hem of her skirt being a few inches above her knee. There was a small slit in the back-middle. Santiago was staring at her flexed calves as she stood in her four-inch heels when the following conversation snapped him out of his trance.
“Can you get mine, Lisa? From what I can tell, there might be a broken pin on this one,” Lenny said.
Lisa let Lenny know she was going to get his and walked to his desk.
Mr. Perez quickly looked away from the mature woman, but slowly turned his head back to where she went. Her back was towards him as she bent over at her waist.
Mrs. Mitchell wasn’t intentionally trying to pose or seductively do this as she unhooked Mr. Washington’s PIN pad. The wires for Lenny’s device were more accessible than hers and it was easier for her to bend over rather than having to kneel or squat down.
Santiago grabbed the arms of his chair as he eyed her bent over. Her legs were a foot apart when Lisa did this. Her skirt stretched across her ass and her calves flexed to keep her balanced as she disconnected Lenny’s PIN pad. He even got a little peak of the back of her left thigh, thanks to the slit in the back.
As Mrs. Mitchell stood up, Mr. Perez quickly turned around, trying to ensure he didn’t get caught staring. Santiago moved his chair to allow Lisa room to get the wire to Lenny.
“Here you go Lenny,” Lisa said as she bent over slightly and tried to hand him the wire. Lenny tried to reach back but couldn’t get to it. He adjusted under the desk and when he did this, Lisa also moved to give him space.
Lenny had moved his leg outside from under the desk with his foot pointed upward. As Lisa stepped back, she tripped over his foot and fell onto Santiago’s lap.
Lisa yelped as she tried to brace herself. Mr. Perez caught her and held onto the busty bank manager’s waist. As Mrs. Mitchell’s skirt-covered ass pushed down on his groin, Santiago felt his cock react nearly immediately. Here was the elegant beauty on his lap, albeit by accident.
Mrs. Mitchell’s skirt raised to her mid-thigh and her legs spread as she tried to regain her balance. Lenny looked in the direction of the commotion and was surprised by what he saw. His eyes traced up the inside of Lisa’s smooth, tanned legs until he saw darkness. Mr. Washington could feel his cock twitch at the thought of what she might have been wearing or lack thereof as underwear.
Santiago felt Lisa’s silky hair brush up against his face slightly. Mr. Perez took a breath in, smelling the hint of neroli, soft berries, and contrasting cedar, vanilla, and amber notes.
As Lisa shifted in the chair to finally balance herself, she unintentionally pushed her rear against Santiago’s groin with a little more pressure.
The bank customer was in heaven and didn’t want to let go, but he knew she had sat on him by accident. He helped Lisa steady herself and she finally was able to get off of his lap.
“Oh my god Mr. Perez, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” she asked, sincerely apologetic as she regained her composure. Her upper chest and neck were red from embarrassment.
Santiago placed his hands on his lap to hide any semblance of his erection before replying, “It’s okay, it was an accident, it happens.”
Mr. Washington crawled out from under Lisa’s desk and apologized to Lisa which she accepted. He went back down and finished plugging in the PIN pad. The tellers had heard some noise with the head teller checking in to see if everything was okay.
After he got back up, they checked the PIN pad and it worked. Santiago finished what he needed and left the branch.
Lisa picked up her phone near closing time and started to read the messages from Samantha and Mark.
(Samantha): Hey guys! Short notice, but I’m working on sending some portfolio pictures to a retailer that specializes in seasonal costumes. Would you be willing to model some of these items?
(Mark): Hey Samantha! When and time?
(Samantha): Oh yeah, sorry, I was thinking this weekend, maybe late afternoon, or evening?
(Mark): Can we do Saturday afternoon? And okay great that sounds wonderful. Lisa and I are excited to move forward.
(Samantha): Wonderful! You guys are amazing. Thank you for syncing up on such short notice.
Mrs. Mitchell finished reading the last message when Lenny got her attention that it was time to close up. Lisa helped close the branch and drove home, laughing to herself about the incident but also nervous but curious and excited to meet with Samantha and Mark in a few days.
As he left the branch, Santiago went to bed with a vivid and sexually driven dream that night. He was in the seat at the bank and had eyed the buxom brunette as she bent at her waist to disconnect the PIN pad from Lenny’s computer.
The landscaper stood up and gently grabbed her waist, pressing his groin up against her skirt-covered rear. As the events of his dream unfolded, Santiago found himself awoke in the middle of the night, needing to change his sheets and undergarments.
Lisa’s week went by flawlessly besides catching Lenny Washington staring at times while she worked. What she had also noticed is that the branch was doing better overall.
She even received a call from her District Manager about this uptick in progress. They also asked if she could work next week to see if they can bump up numbers further to which she agreed.