Eric, Tina, and Angela got in and made themselves comfortable on the black leather. Anderson kissed Angela on the lips, then gave a solid handshake to Eric. He hugged Tina as well, and said it was nice to meet her.
“How were drinks?” asked Anderson, addressing no one in particular.
“They were good,” said Tina, hiccupping. Out of the three of them, she had the least experience drinking. She was a very fun drunk. She was about to get even more fun.
Wild Times
Anderson told Pat to drive around a while until they figured out what they wanted to do. It was Friday night, and they were bound by nothing. Anderson had nothing but cash, and the four of them felt like doing something fun. They considered going to a club. Or to another bar. Or to a fancy restaurant. Then Tina said that she wanted to see Anderson’s apartment. It was at this point that Angela realized that she hadn’t really been spending a whole lot of time there. She and Anderson were partial to hanging out at her place, for some reason.
“I think that’s a good idea. Let’s hang out at Anderson’s,” said Angela.
“You don’t want to go to a club first, babe?” asked Anderson.
“I think – hiccup – we should go dancing and then go to Anderson’s. The night is still fresh and young,” said Tina.
Then Eric piped up.
“Anderson, Mr. Cromby, I just wanted to say what a pleasure it is to be hanging out with you outside of a business environment. Our firm is still delighted to be taking you on as a client, and having this opportunity to see you outside of the office is priceless.”
Anderson appreciated the compliment.
“I have the highest respect for you, Mr. Taylor. As I do for Ms. Hayes over here. If things go well, maybe we could do things as a threesome more often. And of course you we can hang out with your wife as well.”
Then Tina hiccupped again very loudly.
“Those were great martinis,” she said.
“Okay,” said Angela, interrupting the moment. “Let’s go to a club, then to Anderson’s. We can make this a very fun evening. Now, onto an important matter. Should we invite Mr. and Mrs. Edwards?”
“I’ll give them a call,” said Anderson.
Anderson called the Edwards’ but they didn’t answer. So he sent them a text message to get in touch with them. In the meantime, they were going to have to find a way to have fun without them.
“I think I have some tequila in the fridge in here,” said Anderson, who pulled out a bottle of expensive Mexican tequila and started lining up shots at the bar, in his limo, for the four of them to take.
“I want to lick salt off of Angela’s ass,” said Tina suddenly.
The three of them laughed at this suggestion but they thought it was a great idea. Tina really knew how to get the ball rolling. Angela bent over and lifted up her skirt. Then she pulled down her panties. She was acutely aware that everyone around her were able to stare at her pink snatch. Eric found a salt-shaker in one of the limo cupboards and sprinkled some salt on Angela’s bare ass. There happened to be a few sliced limes as well, so Tina picked one of these up to use as a chaser. She downed the shot of tequila expertly and then quickly licked up the salt. Then she sucked the lime wedge dry and discarded it.
“Who’s next?” asked Tina.
It was Eric’s turn. He performed the same task as Tina, except this time, instead of sprinkling the salt on Angela’s ass-cheek, he sprinkled it over her hole. Then he downed the shot and unflinchingly licked up the salt off her ass. This sent shivers up and down Angela’s spine. It felt so good. And she loved being the center of attention.
Finally, it was Anderson’s turn. Before sprinkling the salt and pouring himself a shot, he rubbed Angela’s pussy a bit, getting it nice and wet. But Anderson decided not to use salt after all. He drank his shot, and then licked Angela’s pussy for the better part of minute, before sucking back on his lime wedge.
“No one else? No seconds?” asked Angela.
“I want to see what everybody’s dick looks like,” said Tina, again surprising the rest of them.
It seemed as though Eric felt a bit embarrassed about taking off his clothes. Anderson, on the other hand, was all over it. After Eric saw how easily Anderson had loosened his pants and dropped his boxers, Eric decided to follow suite. His cock wasn’t quite as big as Anderson’s but it had a nice girth and was a nice appendage for the girls to look at all the same.
Tina moved over to Eric and sat on his lap. With one hand, supported herself on his shoulder, and with the other hand she stroked his erection. She jerked him off expertly, and then began kissing his mouth. Their tongues twirled about one another as they made out passionately. The sight of them fooling around made Angela even more aroused.
Angela positioned herself onto Anderson’s lap, but this time, instead of gliding his dick into her pussy, she pushed her ass onto his cock, until the head slipped into her asshole.
“We haven’t done this before, I don’t think,” she whispered into Anderson’s ear.
Then she rode him, his cock gliding in and out of her asshole. Anderson brought his hands around to her front and circled her tits, playing with their weight, and making a special effort to pinch and play with her perfect nipples.
Tina took her free hand, the one that wasn’t stroking Eric’s cock, and reached over to Angela’s cunt and began feeling around. Angela’s clit was hard, and Tina brought her hand up to Angela’s mouth. Angela sucked on Tina’s fingers. This was the lubrication that Tina needed. She began twirling her fingers around Angela’s clit, making sure to massage her pussy at the same time.
The feeling of Anderson’s cock in her ass made Angela scream in pleasure. She wanted to feel him fill up her ass with hot semen. Just then, Eric exploded in an orgasm, drenching Tina’s hand with cum. A few moments later, Anderson also came and filled up Angela’s ass.
A few moments of silence passed. The four of them felt completely satisfied, and now shared a level of intimacy that only those who had engaged in sex could feel.
Pat continued to drive them around the city streets. The group switched from tequila to wine, as Anderson brought out a very expensive vintage of French cabernet. Tina gazed at Anderson, her eyes at once innocent and doe-like. Angela wondered if Anderson thought about fucking her. She wondered if Anderson had a thing for cute blondes.
Anderson’s phone rang. It was Frank Edwards. He and his wife had just finished up at a benefit for a philanthropic organization that he was involved in, and apparently, they wanted to celebrate with a night out on the town. There was plenty of room in the limo.
Anderson directed Pat to swing by the benefit and pick up their new companions. Eric was very enthusiastic to meet Frank and Amanda. Part of him wanted to meet the person who was taking away one of his best employees. Of course, as Eric had stated many times, there were no hard feelings.
Frank and Amanda entered the limo. They were dressed in beautiful and elegant evening-wear. Frank was wearing a black and white tuxedo, and Amanda was dressed in a beautiful and sexy evening gown, which showed off her natural, beautiful figure. She looked great for a woman in her forties.
“It smells like sex in here,” Frank said at once, to a chorus of laughter from everyone else.
Tina winked at Frank and then extended her hand.
“I’m Tina!” she said enthusiastically. Frank saw at once that she was both the youngest and the most inexperienced in the group. But she was damn hot.
Anderson jumped in.
“Frank, you know Angela. This is Eric, he’s Angela’s soon-to-be ex-boss.”
“Thanks to you!” said Eric, in a kidding way.
“I suppose I should thank you, Eric. You have groomed a very well put-together businesswoman. If what she tells me is true, then you are a very fine manager as well. Maybe someday we can talk about taking you on and bringing you into the government.”
“Maybe,” said Eric, who liked his current job. The offer flattered him, however.
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br /> “The night is young, my friends,” said Anderson. “What shall we do?”
“Let’s go for drinks at Castle Winery,” suggested Frank, “they have the best selection of exotic wines in the city. Does that sound okay to everybody?”
Everyone seemed to be in agreement that that was an excellent suggestion. Angela, herself, thought it was a good idea especially since it would be Anderson that would be paying. A bill at that place for the six of them could easily run in the tens of thousands.
It took Pat about twenty minutes to wind his way across town and park in front of the prestigious bar. All kinds of high society were flocking towards the entrance. Anderson told Angela that he recognized at least half a dozen work colleagues just from glancing around the outside alone.
They took turns exiting the vehicle until the six of them stood in front of the luxurious entrance. There was a long line. Anderson wasn’t going to see them wait for an hour just to get in. He handed the doorman several hundred-dollar bills, and the grateful doorman cleared the way for them to enter.
Upon getting in, Angela was overwhelmed by the classiness of the place. In the center of the main room there was a large mahogany bar with several well-dressed couples sitting around it. All across the back wall were square tables with white clothes on them. A live band that consisted of a cello player, a pianist, a classical guitarist, and a drummer were playing a jazz tune that made Angela want to dance.
“Where shall we sit?” asked Anderson. “I usually like to hang out by the corner over there, so we can get a good view of the band and can talk amongst ourselves privately.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Frank, and the rest of the group agreed.
A maître d’ escorted them to their desire table and helped them sit down. He brought over an extensive wine list and a few food menus. Anderson made some observations about the various types of wines offered, and in the end, conferring with Frank and Eric, made a few selections. The server brought the drinks over a few moments later and poured six glasses.
Angela was lost in the overwhelmingly enchanting music. She looked over at Anderson, who was also paying attention to the live band. She reached for his hand underneath the table and squeezed it. Anderson turned towards Angela and leaned in for a kiss. The two of them noticed that Frank and Amanda were also holding hands. Eric was talking softly to Tina, and Angela couldn’t hear what they were saying. That was okay with her, because she was having such a good time getting lost in the moment.
“Is anyone hungry?” asked Anderson.
“I am, a little,” said Tina.
“What would you like?” said Anderson, “I recommend the filet mignon, personally. It tastes great when cooked to medium-rare.”
“Okay, I’ll have that. Am I the only one eating?”
The others just ordered some hors d’oeuvres. They had roast squid, a rack of lamb, and several dozen raw oysters. It was the perfect amount of food and it satisfied everyone immeasurably.
“I wish they had dancing here,” said Angela.
“We can always go somewhere after this that does,” replied Anderson. “We don’t have to stay here all night.”
The group finished the bottle of wine that they were working on, and then ordered several more. Angela was getting more than tipsy. Between the shots in the limo, and the wine, it was a wonder that she could see straight.
“Is everyone else as buzzed as I am?” asked Angela.
“I am getting there,” said Eric, “but I could still have a few more drinks. Maybe a scotch or a brandy.”
Relationships
The rest of the evening was fun and engrossing for everyone involved. As the evening wound down, Angela started drinking a lot of water so as to minimize the next day’s hangover. When she awoke at 11:00 am, she was surprised to find herself in Anderson’s apartment. As she sat up and looked around, she realized to herself that she had never really fully explored it. If it were anyone else’s apartment, she wouldn’t really have been so interested. But what does the apartment of a multi-billionaire look like?
Anderson was fast asleep next to her, lying on his stomach, and snoring softly. He was naked from the waist up. Angela got out of bed and walked around. The first room she noticed, apart from the bedroom, was the kitchen. It was positively enormous. The entire condo had over eight separate rooms. Three of them were bedrooms, the rest were giant closets, living rooms, and lounge areas.
There were three, extremely large flat-screen TV’s, and the sofas were of the finest Italian leather. She made her way back to the kitchen and opened up the freezer. She took out a tub of Ben & Jerry’s vanilla ice cream and walked over to one of the living rooms, sitting down, and picking up the remote. She watched TV for about an hour. Anderson was still asleep. She decided to go wake him up.
She entered his bedroom, and then, pulling down his boxers, started to jerk off his erect cock. The cock hardened even further in her hands, till eventually, Anderson turned and woke up.
“I dreamed that I was being jerked off by a beautiful goddess. And that dream was accurate,” said Anderson.
Angela threw off her bra and panties and climbed on top of him. They began making out and as Anderson’s hands felt their way all over her body, Angela could feel herself getting wet again. But she didn’t want to have sex just then. She wanted Anderson to give her the complete tour.
“I poked around your place,” she said. “It is quite lovely. Would you like to give me a more comprehensive tour?”
Anderson threw on a robe and walked into his huge closet. He found a blue cotton robe for Angela and handed it to her. Anderson proceeded to give her a tour of the entire condo. He explained the purpose of all the different rooms, and drew her attention to the technology behind each room. Apparently there were voice commands that controlled things like dimming the lights, and setting the temperature of each particular room.
“You are a wonder, my love,” said Angela. “Say, mom wants us to go bowling tonight. Are you still up for it?”
“Sure am,” said Anderson, “but I need a few hours this afternoon to get some work done, so I will have to go into the office. You can have Pat drive you around to wherever you need in the meantime.”
“Maybe I’ll go visit Maxine and Henry and surprise them. I should probably check to see how Maxine is doing anyway. To make sure that she is recovering fully.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Angela showered in one of Anderson’s lavish bathrooms. The shower itself was magnificent. The water pressure was very strong and the temperature controls were very subtle. Her shower was long and hot, and when she got out, her skin felt clean and moisturized (she had found some lotions in the shower to use).
She got dressed in the clothes that she had worn the night before, and kissing Anderson goodbye, made her way down to the sidewalk. Anderson had called Pat, who was waiting out front. He was leaning against the limo, smoking a cigarette. When he spotted Angela he promptly put it out and opened the door for her.
“Thank you, fine sir,” said Angela.
She directed Pat to Maxine’s apartment. When she arrived, she buzzed up, and Maxine let her in. Angela could tell right away that Maxine was doing a lot better. It even looked as though she could start training again as quickly as possible.
“Are you feeling all better then?” asked Angela.
“A million times better! Thanks again for helping to take care of me. I spoke to my trainer on the phone yesterday, and we are going to start preparations for the next tournament. It is going to be held in Paris.”
“That’s funny, Anderson is always talking about how they are expanding into France. They are going to be opening up a big office in Paris. Maybe the two of you could meet up there, or something.”
“Maybe all of us could? If you could take time off work, it would be fun to see you over there. You should ask Frank. By the way, when do you start working for him?”
“I have one more week at the firm and by Monday of t
he following week I will be at the office of the treasury.”
“Sounds great. I am so proud of you, Angela.”
“How is Henry doing? I know he had to take some time off work to take care of you but is his practice getting back up to speed?”
“He had some subordinates take care of his projects while he was helping me. So I don’t think it was much of a big deal.”
Angela and Maxine gabbed away for a few more hours. They talked about romance, news, their careers, and families. Angela mentioned how she was going bowling that evening with her mom, Ben, Rosalie, and Sam. She invited Maxine to go too but she couldn’t come, because she had a practice tennis session at the courts with her trainer. She needed to make up for lost time by training extra hard.
Angela called her mom to see when they were meeting for bowling. Karen told her that she thought 6:00 pm would be a reasonable time. That was when Rosalie and Sam were planning on being there. Angela realized that she was going to have to get home if she was going to change into more comfortable clothes, as she was still wearing her evening-wear.
Angela hugged and kissed Maxine, then left her apartment. Pat was gone, so she took a cab back home to her place. When she got out of the cab in front of her building, she ran into none other than Mark Stevenson.
“Okay, this is getting creepy,” mused Angela. “I can’t believe I am bumping into you here again! Get over here!”
Angela gave Mark a big, tight hug. Mark hugged back, his strong arms enveloping Angela’s curvy frame.
“How are you, Angela? Are you busy?”
“I have bowling in a few hours with my family but you can come up for a drink or a movie or something.”
Mark nodded, and Angela took him by the hand and led him through the doors of her apartment building. When they got up to her room, Angela took off all her clothes.
“You aren’t wasting any time, are you?” asked Mark.
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