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 An Urgent Meeting by Mark Cane

   `Hi, It's me.'

   `Hello you.'

   `Good news; he has to go to London for a meeting tomorrow.  He'll be
away all day.  I've taken the day off work.  Will you be able to get over?
We could have all day together.'

   I glanced down at my diary.  Damn, it was not looking good.  The morning
was impossible, I had too much on.  The afternoon was not good either.  I
had two meetings scheduled, but I thought I could get something sorted out
there.

   `I can make it for the afternoon, but I can't manage the morning, babe.'

   `Oh fudge,' (I could almost see her bottom lip pouting) `I was planning
a tapas for our lunch, with wine - nice and quick so we get back to you
know what.  I thought we could do what we talked about on the phone.'

   We had talked about all sorts of stuff.  Second to doing it for real, we
both enjoyed talking dirty on the phone.  `What in particular?' I asked.

   `You know - I was going to crawl up the stairs with no knickers on and
you were to spank my bum on every step.  Then I would crawl into the guest
room where you shag me doggy fashion.'

   `I swallowed hard and looked again at my diary.  `Tell you what; as soon
as I finish my morning meeting I'll set off.  I'll definitely be there for
the tapas.'

   `You'd better.  I'm desperate for it.  And I don't mean the tapas.'

   I did some frantic phoning round and managed to free up the afternoon. I
told Pam, my secretary that I had an urgent meeting the following afternoon
and asked her to tell callers I would not be back.  Pam was a very loyal
employee and I knew she would cover for me if necessary, although she would
probably be shocked if she had known the real reason for my absence.

   The following day, after completing my morning meeting, I set off for my
assignation.  As I was driving I thought about the delicious treat in
store. In my mind's eye I could visualise her bare bottom as she crawled up
the staircase.  The giggles and shrieks as I spanked her as she mounted the
stairs.  Watching her bum gradually redden as she neared the landing.  I
could visualise her neatly trimmed quim pouting between her thighs and she
wriggled and shimmied.  Then I imagined her getting into the doggy
position, exposing her moist cunt and arse, inviting me to mount her.

   As I drove along, I could feel my prick harden in my trousers, begging
for release.  On the straight stretches, I found myself stroking myself as
I envisaged her preparing to accept my cock into her.  By the time I
arrived to the area where she lived I was ready to burst.  I discreetly
parked my car a little distance away and quickly walked to her front door.
As soon as I rang the bell, she opened the door.

   `Come in quickly,' she said.  I did not have to be asked twice.  `It's a
fuck-up, he's on his way home.  The frigging meeting was cancelled.  He
just rang me.  He's in a foul mood.' She seemed to be not too pleased
either.

   `Shit, where is he now?  Did he say?'

   She told me where he was when he had rang.  I looked at my watch.  At 70
mph he would be home in a little over and hour.  In a bad mood he would
probably exceed the speed limit and get home quicker still.  We looked at
each other for a second, then she grabbed my jacket and led me into the
cloakroom.

   She grabbed my crotch and felt for my cock, which had now subsided
because of my disappointment of learning Mike was on his way home, spoiling
my lustful intentions.  She unzipped me and got down on her knees.  She
took my cock into her mouth and sucked it urgently, desperate to get me
hard again.  This was so unlike the slow sensual sucking that I was used to
from my mistress.  Usually she sucked slow and deep, savouring the taste of
my prick and relishing the feel of her mouth stuffed with burgeoning cock
meat.  Today it was urgent.  It was just the need to get my prick hard
enough for her pleasure.  It did not take long.  I soft mouth sucking my
prick soon got me stiff with lust.  Feeling the hardness, she rose quickly
to her feet, with me close behind.  I pushed up her skirt, feeling for her
crotch.  She was wearing a flimsy thong.

   `Just pull it to one side,' she demanded.  Hooking my fingers into the
throng, I yanked it to one side and my fingers plunged into her moist
opening.  She was more than ready.  My fingers were wet with her juices.  I
pushed them into her mouth and she relished the taste of her own juices.  I
moved my hand down again to feel her wetness but she pushed my hand away.

   `There's no time for that.  Put your cock in me.' I needed no further
bidding.  I presented my hard cock head to her pussy and slipped into the
moist passage so easily.  For me the nicest part of a fuck, except of
course for the orgasm, is that first feeling of penetration as the penis
slides in for the first time.  Such a feeling of ecstasy to feel my prick
encased in the moist velvet of a tight cunt.

   I pressed my lips to hers, tasting her musky wetness of her cunt on her
mouth.

   We leaned against the wall, thrusting urgently.  All of my upward jerks
were countered by her plunging down my shaft.  I reached round and held the
globes of her arse, pulling her onto me.  My finger entered the tightness
of her arsehole, frigging her tight bum in time with our frenzied jerking.

   It was all over very fast.  I don't know who came first.  We were both
gasping for breath as my cum shot into her.  My cock jerked and jerked as
my hot fluid drenched her already soaking pussy.  There was no time for
finesse.  She pulled her skirt down and ushered me out of the cloakroom,
with me zipping up as I left.

   `For fuck's sake go now.  Get going before he gets back.'

   I dashed to my car and drove off.  In about five minutes I saw her
husband's car coming the other way.  I hoped he did not recognise me.

   The next day I rang her at work.  `Was everything ok,' I asked.

   `Only just.  He didn't notice anything.  Trouble was, I didn't have
chance to change my pants.  I had your mess in my crotch and couldn't do
anything about it until I went to the bathroom a bit later.  It's a fucking
good job he didn't want a quicky.'

   It's strange in a way how this episode stays in my mind.  We had a lot
better; more satisfying trysts during our relationship.  All sorts of great
sex, yet somehow this urgent encounter stays with me.