“Jesus, what happened? Are you OK?”
“Yeah I'm fine, near miss, I got distracted" He swallowed hard, bracing himself for the worst “Yesterday?”
“Good. I don't want you writing off that car, fleet would have a field day” he joked “Yes Rebecca told me you'd been, ahem, getting your hands dirty upstairs.”
“Look, I can explain" but he knew that he couldn’t.
“Well yes, I wasn’t best pleased to learn I was paying a senior manager to do the work of a technician.”
“I don't understand.”
“You really have been shaken up by that near miss! Rebecca said she'd asked for your help to get the new camera system commissioned ahead of the deadline and that you'd rolled your sleeves up and got stuck in.”
The ringing in his ears was deafening as he realised that he'd had not one but two near misses.
“Anyhow I was only joking about the technician stuff, she says she couldn’t have got the test images she needed without you so we'll call that a win, ahead of schedule and under budget. Good work. Now the bad news, I need you to stay down overnight as there’s some more due diligence I need you to do and it makes sense to tag another day on. I take it that's OK?”
Actually, after the last two days he would be glad of a rest in a location where he knew nobody and nobody knew him.
“Yeah that's fine.” I'll find a hotel nearby and open up the expenses, seeing we saved you all that money on the cameras"
“No you will not! I'll get Pam on to it and she'll send the details on to you, together with the stuff I need you to review for tomorrow. Got to go, drive safe!”
The call rang off and he sat there slowly regaining his composure. She'd done that on purpose to give him a scare he was sure of it. All part of reminding him who now pulled the strings. He slipped the car into drive and made his way south he would just make it on time at this rate.
He arrived just before 10:30 and in quite a good mood considering his earlier fright. He signed in to reception and was offered a coffee.
Within a few minutes he heard the distinctive click of heels on the polished stone floor tiles of the reception area and he raised his head to follow the sound to its source.
Striding towards him was a woman in a charcoal business suit, with a confidence that gave away her position in the company. She stretched out her hand and introduced herself as Emma, the Production Manager for UK operations.
He introduced himself and inhaled the air laced with her expensive perfume. Her figure was pure curves and her dress and demeanour made it clear that this was a woman of class. But it was her boobs that instantly enthralled him.
There are many terms to describe breasts of this sheer magnificence but none would do them justice. He had known many women over the years of every size and shape but he had always had a soft spot for what he would describe a buxom bosom. He recalled the days of his youth when he was mesmerised by the matronly shape of the accounts clerk in his first job. How he would fill in his timesheet incorrectly on purpose just to have her sit him down and lean over his shoulder with her huge boobs pressed against his back as she corrected his errors.
These were every bit as wonderful.
They made small talk about the journey and the plans for their new business partnership.
He laid out the things he needed to cover and the business was underway. The tour was uneventful and part way through Emma had to excuse herself to attend to some pressing issue, but returned within the hour. He surprised himself by how much he felt pleased to see her return. He estimated she was a little older than him, but not more than maybe 50 or so. Her skin and complexion were perfect and her blouse opened to give him a discreet glimpse of her cleavage. He caught himself wanting to trace his finger from her neck, down into that inviting crevice of her breasts more than once and had to focus on his work to prevent himself from staring.
Once the day was complete Emma came to his side and said that his office had left a message for him as they could not reach him when he'd been on the factory floor. Someone called Rebecca was passing on his hotel booking.
“I hope you don't mind, I asked her if you had an evening meal booked as I thought, perhaps we could dine together and get the preliminaries out of the way. She said you would probably be fine with that as you’ll do whatever you’re told.”
He looked at her and could have sworn he saw the tiniest glimmer of mischief as she finished that last sentence. He brushed it off as being oversensitive, given the games Bex seemed intent on playing he felt sure she would have left it at that.
“Yes, sounds good. Looks like my hotel has a steakhouse on site and the reviews seem pretty good how about 8pm?” That would give him a chance to run into the nearest superstore and pick up some emergency boxers, socks and a shirt for the following day. He had toiletries in his gym bag which was in his boot, but hadn’t packed the rest as he had no intention of being away overnight when he had left that morning.
Rendezvous details confirmed he headed to the hotel and as luck would have it he passed a retail park on the way where he was able to get what he needed. He also seized the opportunity to pick up a nice shirt and a new pair of smart pants to wear to dinner.
He showered and got ready for 7pm and decided to have a drink in the hotel bar before his dining partner arrived. He was impressed that a chain hotel by a retail park in the midlands would have such a selection on the wine list and he selected a bottle of Barolo which he knew would pair well with his steak.
“oh, a man who knows his wines. I can see we're going to get on fine.”
He hadn’t noticed Emma enter the bar and he turned to see her stood behind him. Her makeup looked perfectly applied and her austere charcoal suit had been swapped for a shimmering red satin blouse that made those boobs seem even more magnificent. She wore jeans and heels on her lower half and his face must have given away the pleasure he felt from looking on those wonderful curves of her bum and thighs poured into that denim.
“Easy tiger, you'll trip over that jaw” she laughed and for the first time he realised she had a hint of a northern accent and a laugh that betrayed her demure business persona from the meetings earlier. There was another level to this woman, beyond her assured professional exterior.
“Where's that accent from, Burnley?”
“That's fighting talk, I'm a Rochdale lass originally.”
They got on so well that dinner and the wine flowed perhaps more easily than it should have and after coffee they still hadn’t discussed the business for the morning.
“Ah, I left my folders in the room, I can go and get them now" he said, wanting to appear at least willing to get some work done.
“Or... You go to the bar and get us a couple of large brandies and we'll take them up and go over the details in a bit more comfort?”
“erm, maybe we sho...”
She cut him off by placing her finger on his lips. “What did she mean? Your office said you'll do whatever your told. What did she mean?”
“Oh, that's just our little joke, she's one of my best team leaders but she bosses me around something rotten" he laughed but he could see she wasn’t satisfied with his explanation.
“You two are at it aren’t you? I've seen enough in my time to recognise the signs. She gives the orders?”
His face flushed and he worried how he would get out of this.
“Look, it's a temporary situation and, yes there are some things we need to work through.”
“Well, I called her back you see, and she told me exactly where you stand. I wanted to know precisely what you'd do if told. We had quite a chat this evening before I came to meet you. I'm to let her know if you cause me any cause to be concerned.
Now. Get those drinks and lead the way.”
He did as he was instructed but as he approached the room he tried to reason with her again.
“Emma, this is all a big misunderstanding. I think we need to pause and consider...”
She pulled out her phone and dialled a number.
“I don't think we have the same understanding of obedient...u-huh...no, he's not....ok...”
She handed him the phone.
“You are to do whatever you are told, whether I tell you or someone like my new friend tells you. I hope that's clear because you will not like the consequences when I am not pleased.”
The line went dead and he handed the phone back to Emma.
He opened his room and placed his glass on the table by his folders. As he reached for the work she reached out her hand and stopped him. She unbuttoned her top further and she placed his hand on her cleavage.
“There'll be time for that tomorrow now lets relax.”
He didn't need telling twice this time. He tried to tell himself that he would only be breaking his rules of personal conduct to keep Becca from punishing him but in reality he had wanted to play with these boobs since he first saw them that morning.
He removed his shirt and she traced her fingernails through the hair on his chest. She pulled him to her and they kissed passionately, their tongues jostling for supremacy within each other's mouths.
He heard her sigh and he watched as she peeled off her jeans and top and stood before him in matching underwear that struggled valiantly to contain her voluptuous form.
Her breasts heaved and he imagined her cleavage would swallow him up if he got caught within its gravitational pull.
She undid his belt and in one swift action, pulled his trousers and boxers to the floor resulting in his meaty member springing free and slapping her loudly on her face.
“You'll have my eye out with that" she quipped before hungrily licking him and tracing his helmet with her tongue. Her lips enveloped him and she slowly ran her tongue across his stretched frenulum within her mouth. The sensation was mind-blowing and such a warm soft contrast to the previous evening's activity. Emma's extra years over his young neighbour had obviously been put to good use and her technique was probably the best he'd ever had.
Hungry to taste her swollen and glistening pussy he stripped her of her knickers leaving only her boobs restrained. He laid her back on the bed and began kissing his way up her inner thighs towards his nirvana. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit and she let out a cry of pleasure. Her juices, released by this sensation began to flow and soon his face and her thic thighs were sodden. And what thighs they were, he was convinced that, if the mood took her, Emma could have crushed his head between them. He could think of far worse ways to go though.
He crawled up her body and rubbed his rock hard cock across her opening he teased her by pushing very slightly against the slippery folds of her lips before withdrawing. He took his cock within his hand and started to masturbate it, his moving knuckles pressed firmly on her hard and exposed clit.
“oh god, that's hot" she muttered as she writhed out from under him and pulled herself up the bed. “Come here"
He tried to follow her and return to the position he had just been in but she pushed him away.
“Not like that, I hope I don't need to remind you who's in charge! Lie here on your back!”
He did as he was told, his exposed erection pointing skyward like some prehistoric chalk man carved within a hill, proud and ready.
She wasted no time in climbing astride him and reaching back took hold of him and positioned him at her entrance. There was no teasing now, she plunged down on him with all her might and rammed him home with her own body.
“FUCK YES!” she cried.
Then she reached for her bra strap and finally released her pendulous boobs to swing in all their glory.
His eyes followed them as they swayed with the motion of her relentless bucking and grinding on his cock.
He reached up and cupped her in his hand her areola and nipples barley contained within his palm.
“Play with my fucking tits" she growled and he did not disappoint. Rolling her nipples between his fingers and slapping her bulbous globes as she became ever more vocal.
Her hand traced to her own clit and she began to feverishly strum that centre of her pleasure.
She chased her orgasm as she used him like a living toy. She threw her head back and came hard on him, flooding his belly and her thighs with her silky fluids.
She collapsed forwards on him pressing her boobs against his chest and held him there unable to move for minutes as she slowly slid her lips up and down along his shaft, savouring her comedown.
“where do you want my cum?” he asked and he crossed his fingers hoping for the answer he wanted.
She rolled off him and breathlessly pointed at her heaving boobs, unable to form the words.
He couldn’t have been happier. He sat astride her belly and slapped her nipples with his wet cock. Her exertion had caused beads of sweat to form on her soft skin and he used her slipperiness to his advantage.
Gathering them up he pressed her boobs together and watched intently as he placed his member inside that slippery crevice formed between them. He started to pump himself within her gorgeous boobs and soon built up a rhythm that would carry him over the edge.
She lifter her head to get a better view of this relative stranger fucking her massive boobs and smiled as his milky cum was added to her own and his pulses covered her neck and chin.
Exhausted, he rolled onto the bed beside her and within minutes they were both asleep, the work remaining unattended to on the table.
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