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The Meeting

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She was drifting off into fantasyland again. It was her 3rd meeting of the week. Each with her leading a team of Equity Analysts, and on the other side of the table the senior executives of the Fortune 1000 companies in which they were considering investing.

How interesting, she thought. These older men, and the occasional older women, sitting across from a woman 10-20 years their junior, persuading her that they were worthy. Well, that their enterprise was worthy, but each one of them had their own self-worth tied up in the enterprise.

Not her. She always knew she belonged in the role of judge and jury.

This meeting was different from the others. The content was as uninteresting as ever, but the dynamic was unique. She sat across the table from the CFO, who was uncharacteristically quiet for a meeting such as this. And as each person spoke, they all seemed to look at him after as if to ask, "did I say what you wanted me to? Did I please you?" All of them. The CEO, the CMO, of course the finance underlings who spoke for him. It drew her attention.

It was magnetic.

And she drank him in with her eyes to understand, and couldn't see it. He was handsome for sure, but not a head turner. He had a warm smile, which seemed odd for a man who commanded so much respect; maybe fear; from his colleagues. In stature he stood confident, but no taller than her. Yet he had a magnetic force over the entire team. Intriguing.

So, as she started to drift off, with a blank stare, a blank stare in his direction, she caught him catching her. She instinctively shifted her gaze. But couldn't stop herself from looking back. And my god, it was as if he was speaking to her through the drone of the blah-blah-blah-EBITDA-blah-blah-blah-ROA-ROE-blah-blah.

His gaze penetrated her intrusively. She wasn't used to this. It was she who held the upper hand. Always. And what she heard through his eyes was, "I know you want me. I know you want me to take you. You want me to bend you over the table and take you deep. Holding you up with what hair I can grab from your short mane." It was as if he was speaking. "Is he saying those things to me? Is it just a fantasy? Maybe he's just drifting off too?" She felt flushed. An uncomfortable heat wave washed over her. Her heart started to race. She wondered if...

"Thank you Tracy and your team for taking the time to get to know us better," said the CEO as he stood up from the table. Startled, she felt even warmer. Uncharacteristically shaken, she thanked him too. As they stood up to leave, she sat back down, shuffling her papers as she tried to gather herself again. And so did Matthew, the CFO.

A minute later it was just the two of them. Alone. She needed to get out of there. The pressure on her heart and brain was too much. She felt everything buzzing inside. She stood up to leave, started walking towards the door. He was silent. She turned around to say, "thank you for your time Matthew, great presentation," but before she could utter a word he was right there, just 2 feet away. Her knees grew week, and she wavered a bit, and he grabbed her around the waist to steady her.

For a moment, just a brief moment, everything went black for her.

She blinked, steadied herself, heard the door close behind her, and then felt him behind her, arms around her waist, his breath in her ear. In his breath she heard a whisper-shout. A soft whisper that was heard like a scream. "Tracy, I want you. I want you now. You feel how much I want you," he said, knowing his arousal couldn't be missed as he was pressed up against her thin dress. She didn't speak. Or did she? Did I just say "take me now?" She wasn't sure. Every fiber in her mind was telling her, "get out." But every fiber in her body, in her now wet center, screamed "take me now!" Which one had spoken out loud? She did not know.

He reached around the front of her dress, and hiked it up only where he needed to and slowly worked his hand up her thighs to her glistening, pulsing kitty. And he slipped a finger inside, leaving his thumb just lightly on her clit. He worked his finger in deep, massaging her inside, finding the spots that gave her the most intense pleasure. And as she gasped, as he hit the spot, he pressed his body up closer against hers, nibbled on her ear, and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now."

She was already pressed up against the table, with him behind her. Nearly pinned, save the room for his arm reaching around. She wanted him desperately in that moment. And she wondered, "when is now?" Because he didn't stop what he was doing, and now his other hand had worked its way through the top of her dress, and was pinching and caressing one nipple and then another under her bra. All while deftly nibbling and kissing along her neck and ears, sending sexual shivers through her body. She didn't know she could be this close to orgasm, all while being fully clothed. His right hand continued to rhythmically build her pleasure, and he moved his left hand out from her bra, and to the back of her head. He caressed her hair, and then grabbed as much as he could, and forced her head down onto the table. Slowly but forcefully. In a way that it was a soft landing, but one for which she had no control.

She didn't feel it. She didn't feel her dress hike up, or feel her panties pulled away. He had worked her panties down as he fingered her, and the distraction of all the other sensations made that a surprise. What she did feel, was the shaft of a cock rubbing along her kitty. Not trying to enter, rather introducing itself, if a cock were to do that.

He grabbed her hair again, and with his elbow in the small of her back, lifted just her head back, and as he did so she felt the rush that comes from a gorgeous cock taking her deeply. She could feel nothing else but the sense of being filled. And as he ground into her, she felt the wave coming. And just as she was getting close he stopped moving and said, "now you fuck me. Hard. Let me see you work me. I spent 3 hours proving my worth, now it's your turn."

He had her pinned down still, but he wasn't moving. And she rocked back and forth and did her best to bring them both to orgasm. Soon she felt the wave coming, and he felt her wave too. She started to moan louder, so he covered her mouth like a kidnapper, which, perhaps, he was in the moment. And he started pounding back, and in an instant the wave washed over both of them blissfully. Each of them feeling their hot fluids dripping down their legs. Her eyes closed in exhaustion.

"Tracy, Tracy, Tracy" she heard. She opened her eyes again, and there she was on the floor, right where she was when she felt that wave of heart racing just before she walked out the door. Where she stood when she turned around to thank Matthew. She opened her eyes again and 5 faces looked down on hers, including Matthew's. "Oh my god, did they all see?" she wondered. She heard Matthew's voice again, "she was walking out the door, turned around and just fainted. I just happened to be close enough to catch her."

Flushed again, and embarrassed, albeit less so than if they had just seen what happened, she sat up. "Wait, did that happen?" She felt her leg, and in fact there were traces of wetness on them, but no signs of his. They helped her up, and Matthew stepped over to say goodbye. And as he thanked her, his eyes said, "I know. I know what my gaze did to you. It was only in your mind, but I did take you. And when I see you again, when I take you in real life, that will have been but a mere fraction of the pleasure you'll feel."

Or was that all in her mind too?

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