She moved her lips over the head of his throbbing hardness and held it in her mouth, moving just the head all around. Finally she plunged her mouth down, taking him deep into her throat; Dan let out a loud moan of pleasure as Jenni worked her mouth up and down on his rigid member.
Jenni could feel her pussy dripping, as she pleasured him. She loved sucking cock, loved the feel of a cock in her mouth. And she also loved the power it gave her. She had discovered early on that when you had a guy’s cock down your throat he would do pretty much anything you wanted.
To get better at it she had even practiced with bananas so she could learn to suppress her gag reflex and take a cock all the way down the back of her throat. She was always surprised to hear girls complain about sucking their boyfriend or husband, as if it were a chore.
But she loved doing it and it made her pussy wet every time she felt a hard cock slide into her mouth. She even loved the feel of a cock shooting off in her mouth and sending cum down her throat.
But that was not going to happen now; Jenni had another use for the hard cock in her mouth. Standing up, she pulled down her panties and kicked them off as Dan moved back on the bed. Climbing on the bed she straddled Dan and grabbed his hard rod, positioning the head inside the wet lips of her pussy. She paused for a moment then dropped down, impaling herself on him.
Shuddering a little she thought to herself, this is what I need, a good fuck. In the past she had enjoyed having sex with Dan but now she was feeling like she wanted more. Some desire deep in her had been awakened and she knew exactly who had awakened it.
She started to move rhythmically up and down on his hard cock and couldn’t help notice he wasn’t doing a lot. He had grabbed her hips but it seemed to her like he was just along for the ride. She closed her eyes and, of course, one man popped into her head. Jenni could almost feel Charles’s hazel eyes staring deeply into her.
She couldn’t stop herself from wondering. What would it be like to look into those eyes while she plunged down on his cock? What did Charles’s cock feel like? What would he be doing to me right now, she wondered? How would he take me and have his way with me?
She moved on top of Dan harder and faster. Thinking of Charles had almost brought her to orgasm when Dan interrupted her, “Do you want me to get on top?” he asked softly.
I want you to ravage me and pound me hard, she thought ruefully, but she only smiled, “Sure, sweetie, that would be great.”
She rolled over and Dan entered her again, moving back and forth with a steady rhythm. Missionary position and Jenni on top were pretty much it for their fucking. They had done it doggy style a couple of times and that was about as original as Dan got. She closed her eyes and again she could not stop her thoughts from drifting to Charles, wondering how creative he would be in bed.
Finally Dan picked up the pace of his thrusts and she could feel he was getting ready to come so Jenni faked an orgasm and Dan shot his load into her wet pussy. They cuddled for a while, and he told her how wonderful she was, how hot the sex had been. As she lay there listening to Dan drift off to sleep she felt a little sad.
This time the sex had been okay, but it was the same as it had been before and she knew it would be the same in the future. With a sigh, she realized this was the last time they would be together. Meeting Charles had made her face the fact that she needed more and she knew Dan was not going to be that guy. She really liked him, and he was too nice a guy to string along. But now she had become aware that she was not really satisfied by Dan. She longed for a man to take her, to fuck her like she really wanted and needed to be fucked. And someone to perhaps excite her in ways she had never experienced before.
And she could not stop herself from thinking about Charles Connelly and wondering if he could be the man to bring her the satisfaction she suddenly craved. Had meeting him created this craving or just awakened her to something already there? Something about him was exciting, and tantalizing to her, and she yearned to find out more.
Chapter Four
For the next several weeks Jenni worked her butt off to make the ad campaign a success. She spent a lot of time at Charles’s company and had several meetings with him and his marketing team. Jenni had discovered Charles was a little older than she first thought. He was thirty-six, almost eleven years older than Jenni, which for her was a huge plus.
She was sure her attraction to older men had something to do with losing her father when she was thirteen but it was not something she dwelt on. It was just a preference—just like she liked taller men even though she was a bit on the short side at five foot five inches. Charles was tall and older, so he was the full package.
She had been working with them for a couple of weeks when she was sitting in the break room on a Monday afternoon having some coffee and checking her emails and Charles came in.
“Oh, hi, Jenni. I was just taking a break too. Mind if I join you?” He smile warmly at her.
“Not at all.” She smiled back; once again she felt her heart beating faster just from being close to him.
“How are you, have a good weekend?”
“Unexciting, just did some errands and watched football,” she replied.
Charles looked a bit surprise. “You’re a football fan? Any teams in particular?”
“A few college teams but my main love is the 49ers.”
“Really? I thought you were from Southern California.”
“I am, but my dad was a big Rams fan and I was nine years old when they announced they were moving to St. Louis. He was so pissed he decided he would root for their biggest rivals so he became an instant 49ers fan. We would watch games together so I became a fan too. And they won the Superbowl that year, so that was cool.”
“Does he still follow the team?”
“No, he died when I was thirteen.” she looked down not wanting him to see the sadness in her eyes.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. God, it must have been so hard to lose him when you were that young.”
Jenni smiled, appreciating the genuine concern and sympathy in his voice. “Yes, it was, so in his memory I kept up being a 49er fan and now I live here, so it’s worked out perfectly; even though they haven’t been doing that well the last few years.” She smiled at him, wanting to get the conversation back on a more positive track.
“Well, I think now that they hired Harbaugh as their coach we may be in for some good things again.”
“Yep, we’ve won three in a row.”
“Well, I better get back to work, but it’s great to know that your allegiances are on the right side.” He gave her a big grin as he got up and she smiled back warmly.
Over the next few weeks they had a number of other conversations, as it turned out they had a lot of common interests. Besides football they both liked soccer, Jenni had played varsity soccer in college. They both enjoyed film, he was amazed to learn she really loved sci-fi films, and she was pleasantly surprised he actually liked romantic comedies. They also both loved fine dining and travel. And even more importantly for Jenni was that Charles was into art and was actually pretty knowledgeable about the subject.
They had a lot in common and Jenni could sense Charles found her attractive, and she had certainly given off plenty of hints she was attracted to him. But despite her overt flirting, and all of the great conversations they had, he had not made any suggestion of them getting together.
They were working together but since they did not work for the same company Jenni was not sure if that was the barrier. She also didn’t know if he was involved with anyone but she didn’t have the guts to ask, not wanting to hear the answer. Also he was a client and she did not want to appear unprofessional or to complicate what had become a good working relationship.
Besides when she had discovered how old he was she thought he probably considered her too young. She was sure he had his pick of very successful and very beautiful women to date or even have a relationship with. I guess he will just be a nice fantasy.
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efore Jenni was truly surprised when things changed dramatically at the wrap party for the ad campaign. The magazine ads had hit the stands the previous week and they were a big success. Calls to the company’s sales line had almost doubled.
To celebrate, Charles invited everyone from Jenni’s agency who had been involved with the campaign, including her boss, to a big wrap party. He had rented out a trendy South of Market restaurant and arranged for a nice catered spread and an open bar for everyone to enjoy.
Jenni spent the evening receiving congratulations from everyone. Her boss had even told her this was a big feather in her cap and she would be seeing a nice bonus in her paycheck. She had finally broken away from everyone and was standing off by herself, sipping some champagne and feeling pretty good, when Charles appeared at her side.
“Congratulations Ms. Ryan, job well done,” he complimented her with a big grin.
“Thank you, Mr. Connelly, it was a pleasure,” she replied with an equally big grin.
“Well, I think we should keep the pleasure going. I think it’s time we went out to dinner. Don’t you?”
Jenni almost did a spit take with her champagne. She had given up on anything happening between them and was taken aback. The question also immediately increased her pulse rate.
She quickly recovered. “I think that would be lovely. I wasn’t sure you were interested,” she said with a demure smile.
“Oh, I was definitely interested but it wouldn’t have been proper or even smart to ask you out until the campaign was launched.”
“I suppose so, might make it harder to concentrate on work.” She laughed.
“Absolutely, and I think it would be hard to ask someone out for a date after you had fired them,” he teased her. His hazel eyes were fixed on her and there was that grin again, a bit arrogant but also filled with fun and warmth. Jenni felt her cheeks grow warm.
“Yeah, I can see how that would put a damper on going out together.” She smiled back at him. “Well, then, it’s a good thing I did such a good job or we would never have gotten to this point. I guess I passed the test, so to speak.”
“You certainly did, with flying colors. Shall I pick you up on Saturday, say around seven?”
“That would be great. I’m looking forward to it,” she answered, hoping she didn’t sound too anxious.
“Me too—Well, I better go mingle some more, I’m the host after all.” He took her hand in his and then unexpectedly brought it to his lips and placed a sweet lingering kiss on the back of her hand. “See you Saturday.”
After the party had wrapped, Jenni went home, her thoughts engrossed with her upcoming date. She was thrilled, excited, and even a bit scared—which surprised her. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she felt as though she was in for something different, a new experience.
Was she building it up too much? She had no idea about who Charles really was, maybe he was just a regular guy, hell maybe he was conservative in bed. She doubted it, but you never knew until you were actually in bed with someone. Jenni smiled to herself as she thought about Charles and her in bed together.
As she lay in bed, thinking of the possibilities, she realized she was really horny. Lying there naked, she pushed the covers off and lay back down, letting one hand drift down to her pussy while the other went to her breast. She pinched her nipple lightly while with the other hand she rubbed first one finger and then two fingers up and down her pussy lips.
She slid her fingers into her pussy and began moving them in and out. She closed her eyes, imagining what Charles’s cock would feel like in her wet, hot vagina. Extremely aroused now, she reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her trusty vibrator.
Bringing it to the lips of her pussy and then on to her clit, she pinched her nipple harder and within a few minutes she was gasping and trembling, surprised she had come so quickly.
Relaxed, she lay quietly for a couple of minutes, letting the waves of pleasure subside. Rolling on her side, she put the vibrator back in the drawer. I’m hoping I don’t need to use that as much in the future, she thought sleepily, as she closed the drawer and turned out the light.
Chapter Five
Jenni had looked forward to Saturday evening all week, and when it finally rolled around she pulled out all the stops. She took a luxurious bath and shaved all over and picked out a darling, sexy little black dress—with one shoulder bared and silver stripes it was a knock out.
Her three inch stylish black heels, a touch of perfume, her please-fuck-me red lipstick and cute earrings completed the look. No man could resist this, she smiled to herself, gazing in the mirror satisfactorily. Charles was waiting for her when she went downstairs.
“Wow, you look stunning, I’m glad you never came to work looking like that or no one would have gotten any work done.”
“Thank you, kind sir.” She smiled. “This is definitely not my work outfit. And you look quite handsome yourself.”
She was glad her outfit had the desired effect and as she entered the car she was careful to flash a good deal of her thigh and was pleased to catch him checking her out with a long look.
He shut her door and got in on the other side and drove them to a new and trendy waterfront restaurant that had received great reviews. Jenni told Charles she had been dying to try it. Seems like a good start.
After they were seated, their waiter appeared. “May I get either of you anything to drink?”
Charles examined the wine list and he turned to Jenni, “Do you like wine?”
“Oh, I love wine, especially big bold reds.”
“Great, my choice too,” he replied.
“We’ll have a bottle of the 2002 Caymus Cabernet.”
Wow, Jenni thought, that is a great wine, and it has to be at least $300. “Impressive choice.” she smiled at Charles.
“So, you love red wine? Well, you have passed another big test,” he said with a big grin.
She looked at him quizzically. “Ahh, another test…so do these tests keep coming?”
“But of course, isn’t that what dating is really all about, testing the waters? I mean there’s obviously an attraction or you don’t end up on a date in the first place. So then it’s a matter of how does this person measure up to whatever it is you’re looking for?”
“And how am I doing?”
“Well, let’s see—a fabulous and sexy dress on a very, very beautiful girl, wonderful conversation, very intelligent, great sense of humor, obviously accomplished at work, likes sports, movies, travel and wine. You, Ms. Ryan, are definitely headed for an A, maybe even an A plus,” he concluded.
“Good to know.” She smiled at him coyly.
“So, how am I doing?” Charles prompted her.
“Ahhh, time to grade you—Well, let’s see,”—she looked him over slowly—“A sharp outfit on a handsome, sexy man, and an older man, which is even better. Takes me to a great restaurant I’ve been dying to try, orders a bottle of wonderful Cabernet. Have all those things in common you listed. I would have to say, Mr. Connelly you’re on the fast track to an A or A plus yourself.” They both laughed.
Their waiter returned and Charles tasted the wine and then the waiter poured a glass for each. Charles raised his glass, as if to make a toast, and Jenni picked her glass up.
“To an excellent job done and perhaps even more excellent things to come.” He smiled warmly and moved his glass forward.
Jenni clinked her glass on his, “Definitely!”
“Speaking of a job well done, how did you end up in the world of advertising?” he inquired.
“Well, I was an art major when I went to college but I knew I wasn’t going to stick with that.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I told you before my dad died when I was thirteen and it made things rough on my Mom. He had insurance so we could keep our house and she put some money away so me and my sister could go to college.
“But she had to work hard to pay the bills and keep us afloat so we
didn’t have to sell our house. She didn’t have a lot of job skills so had to work as a customer service rep at the local cable TV company. Eventually she became a supervisor and then a manager but she put in long hours at work and still devoted plenty of time to us.”
“That does sound rough, I can’t imagine how hard it was to be a single parent all of the sudden like that,” Charles said with genuine sympathy, he reached out his hand and took Jenni’s hand in his.
“Yeah, it was tough,” Jenni admitted. Charles’s hand felt strong and reassuring. She continued, “So I was determined to put myself in a better position to help her out, help my sister and to be self sufficient. Advertising gave me the opportunity to make good money and to still be creative in many ways.”
“Is that why you went into print advertising, so you could do the artwork?”
“Exactly, and also the fact that everyone was fighting each other over online advertising, leaving print open to someone brilliant like me,” she laughed.
“Well, I would say brilliant is the right term based on what you did for us.”
The rest of the dinner was one of those magical first dates, the kind you see in movies but are rare in real life. Jenni was enjoying herself enormously. The food was wonderful, the wine excellent and the conversation flowed smoothly. After talking with each other a fair amount at work the past few weeks, they were already familiar with each others likes and dislikes and so the conversation continued with deeper and more meaningful topics.
Charles even shared with Jenni his fears about running a company. He had been a software guy—a very successful programmer but always working on his own. Now he had thirty people working for him and a number of investors he was responsible for.
All of that was new to him and a big adjustment in his life. He told Jenni that “Being in charge can be intimidating at times.” Later she would look back with great irony on that statement.
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