Abby and the ceo - S01 E47

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Abby and the ceo - S01 E47

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

THE NEGOTIATION

First Class! I never... ever... expected to ever fly First Class. But, here I am, sitting next to the very smartly dressed Allaince Corporation CEO. Of course, I think I am pretty smartly dressed, too. Of course, Mrs. C assisted with that by taking me shopping. Let's face it, I normal office attire would have gotten arrested well before getting on the plane.

"Okay, sir... I think this works best if you introduce me at the beginning of the meeting as who I am, Abby Thomas, your Personal Assistant, blah, blah. At some point during the break, you find a way to drop of few hints... however you want to do it, I'm fine. After all, if this works, I am f-ing three guys." look up to him, "Four if you'll join in." I smiled hopefully. He chuckled.

He seemed to blush, too. I thought that was sweet. I think he was finding it embarrassing that we were planning how to use me sexually to get a project. It meant he respected me. It meant I wasn't just a floozy. Not that I really thought that of him but it's nice to have the validation. Besides, crazily, Mrs. C was so turned on by all this. She made me promise to relay every sordid detail. I think the coming weekend will be interesting. She's already made plans for me to spend the weekend with them. Girl-talk. Sordid, sexy girl-talk. And, despite the teasing, Mr. C doesn't mind. It generally leads to two naked women clambering after his body.

He grasped my hand. "It's not too late to change plans." I shook my head while holding his eyes with mine. "I'll make it up to you... somehow."

leaned over and kissed his cheek, "You do about every day," while thinking of his cock and friendship with him and his wife.

"I didn't mean THAT."

"I know... but I do."

We drew looks as we made out way through the airport with our carry-on. I might have been our difference in age: father and daughter or... Part of it undoubtedly was my outfit which thanked Mrs. C for. The dress was form-fitting, sleeveless, with a hem at mid-thigh. The bodice opened in front to dare anyone to not look at the cleavage presented. Mrs. C has pushed me to bras that cover and support my E-cup breasts but not with too much support. The light dress material did little to provide any support so my breast had their own little dance going on. The outfit was finished with matching thong, thigh-highs, and four inch heels. I had leaned to a garter belt for the effect if the dress was removed later but the dress material seemed too clingy and I wanted a smooth look without the belt showing.

We were greeted on the baggage level by one of the sons, Tony Harrison. We shook hands on introductions but also stepped up to him, made sure my body touched his lightly, and kissed his cheek. It wasn't planned. It certainly wasn't a business greeting. It planted a seed of interest, though.

We were greeted outside the conference room by Mr. Harrison and the other son, Robert. I provided both with the same greeting, now feeling locked into it. In the conference room, though, I only shook hands with the others included in the meeting to be sure a distinctive impression was left with the Harrisons.

Mr. C made a point of including me in the presentation to reinforce the image of me being an integral part of his office. Of course, this was mostly for Mr. Harrison and his sons. The meeting was going well but I knew the real turning point wouldn't be occurring in the presentation but during the breaks and... if it got that far... later. At the breaks, when Mr. C stepped out with the three Harrison men, I mingled and engaged the others. That was easy with the men but the lone woman had a less positive reaction to the cleavage on display.

After the final break, Mr. C stood close to my side and whisper, "The three of them will be joining us for dinner at the hotel." I looked at him a little nervous. "Then... it's up to you." More nervous.

I almost didn't hear the rest of the presentation, My mind kept going to what I had gotten myself into. It seemed to me that the activities in the office... okay, and with Mr. and Mrs. C privately.... was one thing but with strangers? My desire to be more explicit in the office despite changes to the code and my willingness (also desire?) to engage with everyone and anyone in the office even if it meant working overtime to keep up had me on occasion wondering about the term 'slut'. Was that me? Did I want that? Did it matter?

Then, I heard the applause and expressions of thanks followed by chairs rolling back and papers gathered. The presentation was over; the meeting was over. I gathered myself quickly and joined Mr. C to thank each of the attendees for the opportunity to present our position. Then, the awkward moment for me. The three Harrison men came last. I checked the doorway to verify we were alone. I shook their hands after Mr. C, then leaned forward to give each a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "I do look forward to dinner later and spending more time with you." The looks I received were engaging.

After being dropped off at the hotel, checking in, and finally in our room which was really a suite, I was finally able to ask, "I'm going to take a shower, sir, before getting ready for dinner." He placed both roller cases on the king bed and unzipped them as I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the bathroom. I quickly turned around, though, "Sir," I said with a throaty tone, "the shower is huge."

He looked my way as I stood naked leaning on the door jam. He smiled, "Huge, you say?"

I put my hand out and wiggled my Index finger. "Huge... like something else...

I stepped into the shower space, got the water temperature perfect, and toyed with the settings between soft micro-droplets, an invigorating rain burst of freshness, a relaxing rain shower, and an all-over gush spray like a fabulous waterfall. I settled on the relaxing rain shower just as Mr. C stepped in and wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck. I pressed back into him as the water gently fell over us. His hands began a soft caressing and fondling of my stomach and breasts and my hands slipped behind to caress his hanging cock. As my fingers glide over his water slicked cock, his hands glide over my wet body. His cock quickly stiffens at my touch and I turn in his arms, pressing my breasts into his chest and my hips into his, feeling his hardening cock pressing and growing against my pelvis. With my arms around his neck and his around my body, we kiss under the warm water with kisses that grow from touches of lips to increasing desire, passion, and hungry need.

I sink down his body, alternating between sucking and licking the streaming water from his body with kisses until my lips and tongue encounter his nearly hard cock. I kiss the head before taking it in my left hand, holding it up to kiss and lick down the underside before doing the same up one side and back down the other. At the base, again, I lift his balls with my right hand to suck and lick them, taking each in turn into my mouth to suck and roll with my tongue.