The crotch of the jeans pulled upward separating her ass cheeks in a V that extended half way up her ass. As she stood with her feet a couple inches apart, a triangle of light peaked through her inter thighs. He ass was not wide but as she turned slightly the protrusion of her ass was almost a perfect half sphere. The bottom of each cheek had a perfect little smiley face crease. Apart from that creases, there did not appear to be a wrinkle anywhere in her jeans except where the bottom of the pant legs covered the thick healed, high-heeled boots.
I glanced at Ghalib and he did a double take and tried not to stare. Her hair was in a pony tail and she wore a skin tight fitted white blouse with short cuffed sleeves. I could only recall one time when woman’s ass sent a tingle between my legs, and I could not help but say, “Daaammnn,” as she took a few steps and those cheeks clenched and bulged with each step.
The other time was Haley Williams from Paramore in their “Fake Happy” video. Something about the shimmering spandex just made me want to touch, it, kiss it and nibble on it… I recall watching the video about 100 times..
I shook my head and turned toward Ghalib. He smiled perkily, “Alecia…I think you have a naughty adventurous side young lady.”
I blushed so strongly I could see the red glow off my cheeks. I widened my eyes and smiled a sexy smile. He began to blush as well. As my eyes locked back on the world class ass, she turned around and my jaw dropped…Cynthia Freakin Liebert! Not only the richest, smartest and most powerful woman on Wall Street, but the sexiest as well. Who said you can’t have it all?
“Alecia, you clean up well,” she said walking over and giving me a hug. Her body was firm! I was suddenly afraid of running and working out with her this weekend. Her perfume crept into my nostrils. “I did say casual, (a look of concern hit my face.) but you look great. I’m glad you made it. The copter should have us there in 30 minutes, Dinner and drinks on the beach when we arrive, sound good?”
“Sounds incredible,” I said smiling like a child on Christmas.
She turned and walked toward the chopper. Her driver carried a suitcase for her and a should strapped leather, brief case. Ghalib followed suit and carried my bags to the chopper. I could not help watching those perfectly rounded globes flex and relax with each step.
The men loaded the bags and I gave Ghalib the Hampton’s double cheek kiss, ” Thank you Ghalib. I will see you Sunday.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to bring him with us?” asked Cynthia in a playful tone, smiling at Ghalib and giving him the once over, hungrily.
He blushed and nodded to her. “You ladies travel safe.”
She walked over to him and said, “It’s a shame you can’t join us.” Holding out her hand like the queen.
He took her hand and kissed the back of it., “Until Sunday, my lady.”
I stared into Ghalib’s eyes as he slowly backed away. The fact that Cynthia liked him made me want him even more. He smiled knowingly and headed for his cab. I did not even think about paying him, and he simple walked off without asking for payment. I would be sure to pay him later, I thought flashing back to my earlier session.
The stirring between my legs rekindled when I watched him walk away. As I turned toward Cynthia, she had sly grin on her face. He is simply delicious, and I see you agree. Again, I blushed as I followed her to the chopper. She stepped in before me highlighting her incredible ass again. I could not seem to stop staring.
Before today, I had never experienced the phenomenon of career excitement, manifesting itself with such a surge of sexual energy. Even after masturbating a little over an hour ago I was ready for more… And the pulsing vibration of the chopper did not help. Where was Ghalib when I need him?
The chopper had a female attendant and a full bar. The flight was only 30 minutes normally, but she had them do a tour of the bay and skirted the city. The view was amazing. I knew this was definitely the life for me. We were seated facing each other and it became apparent she was not wearing a bra. After we cleared the city, she asked the attendant to give me a computer bag.
“That has your new lap top in it. If you get it out, we can bring up my Calendar and bring you up to speed. Becky, I’ll have a Martini and get miss Alecia…”
She paused looking at me. I said the only drink that seemed most appropriate, “A Manhattan please.”
It was a brand-new HP elite book laptop, “State of the art. Very nice,” I said. “Thank you so much.”
“This will be your best friend, next to that,” she said handing me a new I-phone XS.
“Thanks again,” I said smiling happily.
“And last but not least,” she handed me a business card, holding a box of them in the other hand. “Alecia Carmichael, Executive Consultant,” I said beaming.
“Executive Consultant for Cynthia Freakin’ Liebert!” I thought to myself.
We each had three drinks in when we landed. Every time she refilled, she gave me one. Three drinks were usually it for me. I was grateful when we landed. There was a limo to meet us and we rolled immediately toward her house.
“I’m famished,” She said, as we drove on. “I hope fillet and scallops wil do. Phillip is preparing dinner as we speak. That would be perfect,” I said thinking I sounded a little too sappy.
We arrived at an amazing house. It had five garages, a stone driveway and was a mixture of stone and cedar siding, six dormers and a torrent on either end that resembled a light house. The back yard overlooked the ocean with an infinity pool and built in oversized stone hot tub that sat at one end, elevated and flowing into the pool with a water fall.
We entered and she got us another drink ordered before I could protest. We drank as she gave me the tour. I had to steady myself on the stair case as the alcohol was kicking in. Luckily, we wrapped the tour up on the patio dining table as the dinner was served.
The view was amazing, as the cool breeze blew off the ocean, cooling down the hot July day. Dinner was delicious. Something about salt air makes food taste so much better. I was in a daze, sitting the patio next to an infinity pool overlooking the beach, in the Hamptons with Cynthia Freakin Liebert.
I expected a Devil Wears Prada relationship, but she was genuinely nice. During the tour of the house and dinner, she spent the entire time asking me about my family and friends. She really seemed interested and remembered details. She refused to talk about business or anything company related for the entire evening.
By the end of dinner, I had lost track of how many drinks I had. She ordered another round from the Christine the household assistant. She was 50ish and motherly looking. When she delivered the drinks, Cynthia released her and the staff for the evening and told her we they were all free for the weekend and the house would be empty all week, and for everyone to enjoy some beach time.
I had not felt this drunk… maybe ever. I knew this had to be the last one or I would be passed out and blacked out. It was 8:00PM and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. “I must look like a tomato,” I thought to myself. If I ever get tipsy, my cheeks immediately turn red and warm up. They were on fire.