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Competitive Women
by
David Rogers
CHAPTER I
It's funny how things turn out. here I was sitting across my
office from two women I had gone to high school with back in Burbank.
We were now all in our middle forties and had positions of authority
in large companies. Jeralyn and Denise had put on a little weight
since graduation (the last time I had seen them) but they were still
attractive to me and I hoped that I was still attractive to them.
My boss had given me final authority on the awarding of a
major communications contract for the company. Jeralyn and Denise
represented the two finalists and I would have to make the award in
the next two weeks.
The three of us had been good students but I had never been on
the football team and neither of them had been cheerleaders. Like so
many others in that position, our lack of high school luster had been
the impetus to later success in life. All of us were in six figure
jobs and were all headed up the corporate ladder.
"So," I concluded, "you'll submit your final proposals and
I'll let you know my decision." The girls rose, bid me farewell, and
(I noticed) gave each other a dirty look. It was plain to see that
both wanted this contract badly enough to do whatever it took to get
it. I had always liked competitive women and looked forward to the
final round of negotiations. Little did I know that the "competition"
would get much more intense and much more personal.
I had lunch and settled into my afternoon work. My phone rang
and my secretary told me it was Denise. "Ron," she said as I
answered,"I have some more figures I would like to give you
personally. Could you come over to my house this afternoon." I had a
lot of work to do but I wanted to give both sides every opportunity so
I agreed to be there in a couple of hours.
I drove up to Denise's house in the Valley at the appointed
time. It was a large rambling ranch style house located on a big lot
with plenty of trees. I parked in the driveway and rang the doorbell.
Denise answered and invited me in. It was a sweltering day and she
suggested that we meet out by the pool. She picked a man's swimsuit
off the couch and threw it to me, She pointed out where I should
change and told me how to get to the pool. She'd meet out there after
she changed.
I slipped into the suit and found the pool area. It was a
beautiful olympic size pool surrounded by large palm trees. I walked
over to the shady side and sat down on a mat near a table. I didn't
have to wait long for Denise. She entered from a door across the way
and walked toward me.
She wasn't exactly dressed for a business meeting. I had
never seen her in anything but a loose fitting dress at school. She
was wearing a hot pink two piece bathing suit. It wasn't a skimpy
bikini like you see today but was a real two piece suit like daring
women wore in the sixties. And she really filled it out.
As she slowly walked toward me I got an eye full. She
had strong shapely legs. She had a slight paunch in her stomach but
her breasts had filled out nicely. They must have been at least 44Ds
and the straps of her top were straining to keep them contained as
they swayed back and forth with each step. It was a long slow walk
and I was sure it was entirely for my benefit.
She came up beside me and sat down on the ground at my left.
She leaned her well formed hip against my leg, leaned forward to
display her tits and smiled seductively. She started to discuss the
communications contract as cooly as if we were seated in an office. I
listened as she continued her talk, occasionally accentuating her
point by stroking my leg with her left hand.
A phone that I hadn't noticed before rang on my right. Denise
leaned over me with her voluptuous mammaries and answered it. I could
tell that the call was from Jeralyn, her competitor. Denise handed
the receiver to me saying that Jeralyn wanted to speak to me. It
wasn't hard to spot the animosity in Denise's voice.
Denise could hear what Jeralyn wanted. She wanted me to come
over for the same type of discussion I was having with her. I
waivered in my answer and Denise must have decided to try and
influence my vote. Without saying a word, she threw her left leg over
me, ending up straddling my midsection. She reached behind her neck
and undid the strap holding her bathing suit top. The bra cups fell
and those incredible tits fell forward in my face.
I continued to talk to Jeralyn as Denise picked up a bottle of
suntan oil and squeezed out a dab onto her fingers. She then proceeded
to slowly and sensuously swirl the oil all over her breasts. She
reached down with her free hand and gently grabbed my dick. Needless
to say I quickly get rid of Jeralyn.
Denise got to her feet and took my hand saying, "Let's go for
a swim." I followed her toward the pool as my dick hardened inside
the borrowed swim trunks. She led me down the steps at the shallow
end of the pool and when we got far enough for the water to reach my
chest, she let go of my hand and pushed me into deep water. She swam
to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her huge tits into
my chest and curled her sexy legs around me. This done, she began a
passionate, lingering kiss, ramming her long tongue deep into my open
mouth and forcing my dick to full erection. This continued for some
minutes.
Denise let go of me, backed away and squirmed out of her
bathing suit bottom to expose her shaved pussy. She smiled and threw
her bathing suit bottom at me. She then dove underwater, thrusting
her delectable ass into the air. Grabbing my trunks, she jerked then
off exposing my rock hard dick. Like a hungry shark, she wrapped her
lips around my member and sucked me to the brink of orgasm. Then the
she-shark turned me loose and swam around my back.
Climbing onto my back, she again pressed her mammoth breasts
into me and began to work her tongue into my left ear. At the same
time she reached around and massaged my dick. I was being driven
crazy by this woman. She slid slowly and sensuously off my back and
swam to the front and tugged me toward the pool steps. She led me out
of the water toward a sky blue lounge chair. As we walked she backed
her ass hard into my dick every few steps.
When we got to the lounge chair, she pushed me down into it
and climbed on. She inserted me into her pussy and began a long slow
screw. Here is where she started her sales pitch again. As she
worked me and drove me on toward orgasm she forced me to name her
company as the winning contractor. After I had agreed, she finished
me off and walked away.
To Be Continued . . .
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