It was the truth, Amanda thought. Alonso had been hers and because of her own selfishness, she had wanted more than his dedication. I wanted him to tell me he loved me.
It wasn’t too much to ask. But she hadn’t considered that some men found it hard to own up to commitment. And Alonso, her own artist, loved her too much to say them.
He always told her how much he loved her when he made love to her. Thinking about their time together, Amanda quickly reminded herself that Alonso was the only man she had ever been with.
And right now, she really wanted him back inside her. She wanted to taste his big dick again. She wanted to have him mention her name while she rode his dick. Furthermore, Amanda wished that he would be there with her, in the hotel room.
Amanda shook her head, trying to get him out of her head. She stood and started pacing the room. She was starting to feel restless and warm. Falling on the bed, she spread her arms again and focused on the fluorescent again.
Her gown was starting to get between her shaking hands and her horny thighs. Hissing, Amanda drew the silk material above her head and dropped one of her fingers towards her wet pussy.
Chapter Two
Perry gasped at the information that Craig had printed out for her. Craig too must have been as surprised as she was right now. He was biting into one of his fingers and was looking at her expectantly.
“Are you sure about this?” Perry asked.
Craig smiled and took the paper from her hands. He read it through again and gave it back to her. Then he smiled again.
“Yes, this is solid fact,” he said.
Perry rolled her eyes and hissed at him. Craig had always been the dramatic one. He was enjoying himself with the whole effect of landing a very big surprise on her table.
“Should we beep her and warn her?” Simon said.
He was also enjoying himself as he sat silently since Craig passed her the sheet.
Perry studied the content of the sheet again and frowned. She was always the smart one and she really felt stupid at the moment. The name was always there for everyone to consider. And no one had thought to notice.
She looked up at the genius duo in front of her and smiled.
“Nah, she has been after him for a while. I think it is better if she found out herself.”
The smirk on Craig and Simon’s face wasn’t as wide as the one she returned to them.
Amanda surely was in for a very big surprise.
* * *
Amanda allowed the cold water to cruise her skin down to her pelvis area. The shower ranted splashing sounds throughout the bathroom, silencing other noises that might be escaping from the hotel room.
She wanted the silence. Amanda wanted more than the silence. At the moment, what she wanted was to have her whole skin touched and teased until the warmth between her legs gave way.
She switched the shower to warm water and rested her back against the tiled walls, allowing her body to get used to the water. She was confused and agitated. She wanted to stop feeling all sensual, horny and elated.
Or was this exactly what she wanted? She always imagined that Alonso would fuck her one day in the bathroom, and being under the shower at the moment made it feel as if he was there with her.
Amanda closed her eyes and returned her finger to her clit. Before she came to the bathroom, she was frustrated with the little satisfaction she felt when she robbed her clit, sighing at every wave of pleasure that hit her.
Right now, she wanted to have the whole wave hitting her hard like the first time with Alonso. She wanted to feel all sated and sexually bursting.
Falling in clue with the beat of the shower rain on her body, Amanda slowly fingered herself. The tickling increased when she squatted and spread her thighs for better access of the two fingers.
As confused as she was, Amanda was surprised that it didn’t stop her from being thoughtful about touching herself. She placed her other hand on her breast and squeezed it gently, taking the same pace of her penetrating finger.
Still unsatisfied, Amanda switched off the shower and faced the large mirror that hung over most of the wall of the bathroom. A muffled and confused look greeted her through the glassed.
Seeing her wet and sleek skin in the mirror elated her more. Amanda coiled her hands around herself and sighed as her breasts tickled as it met the skin of her hands.
Concentrating on one breast, she robbed the tip gently and gasped at the rate it popped out in the mirror. All her body was starting to respond highly to any touch; and it wasn’t long before she felt an escalating need in her pussy.
Unable to hold it any longer, Amanda searched the bathroom for anything, anything to satisfy her wet pussy for a while. Finding nothing at the wash basin, she settled for a bristle brush and filled her pussy with the handle.
As soon as the rubber handle penetrated her clit, Amanda felt a new rush of energy reach the inside of her tightening labia flesh. She returned to the shower and turned it back on before squatting again.
Following the rhythm she was getting used to, she pushed the bristle brush in and out, gasping at the immediate satisfaction she felt as the handle goes in and out.
Feeling double aroused, she added her other hand to her clitoris, robbing it to end her need, without mercy. She wanted it to end and her want was getting more and more escalated as she robbed on.
Gathering the image of Alonso falling on her as he gasp for his climax, Amanda felt as if she was back in the clouds like the airplane was this morning. Her body began to feel light, whirling into a cloudless horizon.
She felt her knees buckle before the trembling took over. The bristle dropped from her hand and she squatted lower, smiling at the wave that shot through her whole body.
The showering water made squirting quite fun for Amanda. She smiled as her juice mixed with the warm water, and how it shot through it, mixing into a swimming fluid.
Not giving up yet, she robbed the opening flesh around her pussy again and gasped as climax came hard. Forcing a quick one, Amanda whooshed a final finger into her clit and allowed the feeling to consume her.
Groaning, Amanda jolted up, erect in time to have her face meet the warmth of the showering warm water.
I want Alonso back inside me, she told herself again.
Chapter Three
The secretary smiled as Amanda allowed herself into the large office and introduced herself. She was in Clementderson, and she had to admit, the company took over more land and height than what Perry had reported.
“Oh, Miss. Taylor, you had a safe flight I presume?”
Amanda smiled at the friendly secretary and quickly glanced at his name on the tag of his coat.
“Oh, I did, Mr. Warren. I hope I came right on time?”
Amanda guessed that the company had followed up on the update she sent to them some days ago. She had informed through a mail that she would be right on time to meet any representative body concerning the proposal that was sent to her and that she was taking a flight.
Of course, she got a quick response from them asking that she come with a proposal of her own. Amanda was still confused as to what she was to do exactly with a new museum.
The secretary nodded at the big wall clock and nodded back at Amanda. “Right before scheduled time. Did you arrive today?” he said, motioning that Amanda should sit on one of the visitors chairs.
Amanda shook her head, admiring the fine paint of the office before settling on one of the chairs.
“I booked an evening flight yesterday,” she said.
Mr. Warren nodded and spoke inaudibly into the wireless earpiece that was tucked into his ear.
“I guess the board is ready for you, Miss Taylor,” he said, smiling. He nodded at a big glass door by his left.
Amanda was confused for a while. “Board? As in like a board of directors?”
Mr. Warren gave a confused expression himself.
“It is assumed that you know what the proposal was all about,” he
said, obviously choosing his words well.
Amanda gave an impassive expression, “Selling artifacts and helping with the opening of a museum?” she asked, seeing nothing more that there could be to it.
Mr. Warren seemed to enjoy nodding a lot. “Yes, that about sums it up,” he briefly answered her.
“The board is a small one, Miss Taylor. And it is made up of family members. The same ones that want you to handle their heirlooms and arts.”
Mr. Warren said nothing else. He assumed that she was just anxious and too excited to be handling all that much.
Meanwhile, Amanda focused on the door that he had nodded to earlier. Sighing softly, she glanced up at the smiling face of Mr. Warren before stepping in through the large glass door.
* * *
“How was it?” Mr. Warren asked, smiling anxiously as Amanda stepped back into the waiting office.
She immediately wished she could respond with a smile as well. But a lot had happened within an hour that she was inside the other hall.
Amanda shook her head to get her head around what had just happened. She was about to ask the secretary some few questions before her phone buzzed in her hand bag.
“Amanda Taylor,” she said as she received the call.
“I guess you finally did convince him you were right for the job.” It was Perry.
“The board will have me back in twenty minutes,” she told Perry. Then she pondered on Perry’s question again.
“Did you just say ‘him’?” she asked her.
Perry was silent for a while before she asked. “He was there, wasn’t he?”
Amanda felt her throat dry up for a second. “You knew he was going to be there, didn’t you?” Perry was impossible. And Amanda felt anger boiling into her dry throat already. She was almost beaten down by the shock that she felt in that hall.
“You were up and about wanting to see him for days Amanda,” Perry said and Amanda felt the anger replaced by a sudden want.
“And Amanda, you should do more than convince Alonso about any goddamn handling of artifacts. Do convince him you loved him.”
Amanda wanted to argue, but it was true. She had been trying to get across to Alonso for days. And he had been patient, waiting for her to show up at his door.
Amanda would have just expected that the door would have been to a small house on a street.
It turned out she had opened a door to see Alonso smiling at her across a table as the heir of Clement Anderson.
Chapter Four
Clement Anderson was a man in his early seventies. He looked rather too young to be that old, Amanda told herself.
Meeting the man was a great pleasure Amanda hadn’t expected. He definitely wasn’t the miser most people thought and he shared the same view with Amanda over the advertising and sales of the family heirlooms.
“I quite agree with her,” he told the other two men in the hall.
The hall was built for large board meeting. There was a long table at the center with lots of chairs at every angle. Amanda, new to such, quickly assumed that the only chair at the end of the table specified overall director and head of the company.
Clement Anderson was presently on the chair.
“We can always add it to the items at the new museum to get them out to prying eyes before we put them up for sale,” he finished, reiterating Amanda’s proposed selling idea.
The other two men exchanged glances before one of them spoke.
“It is a good one. And would you need any further legal council on this, Mr. Anderson?” Creedy said.
Creedy had introduced himself as the family’s legal counsel. Amanda remembered how relieved she was that the ‘board’ indeed was a small one until her eyes had eventually fell on the last figure in the room.
That was over an hour ago, Amanda reminded herself. Right now, Alonso watched her from his seat, keeping a very long stare on her.
After Amanda saw him and he introduced himself as Alonso Clement Anderson, Amanda felt her feet going light against her four inches heels. Eventually, she had composed herself before she gave her very best proposal. And right now, Clement Anderson was giving it thumbs up.
“No Creedy. I love the idea. And I dare to think the beautiful agency wouldn’t have made her proposal rather illegal-free before coming here.” Clement smiled at Amanda as he rose to his feet.
Creedy got up too but Alonso sat, having his eyes still fixed on Amanda, remained in his seat.
“I will look through this better,” Clement said, leaving. “We know how to get back to you, Miss Taylor.” He finished before strolling out the glass door, Creedy nodding at her before strolling behind him.
Confused, Amanda watched him leave before resting her eyes on the only man left in the room.
“Is this what you want?” she asked him.
Alonso kept looking at her for a while. Then he stood and crossed the table to meet her.
“What I want?” he asked strolling towards her.
“You were angry Alonso, but you shouldn’t use your position to get back at me.” Amanda knew she was taking the wrong direction, but she just had to say something.
“Oh dear! Dear Amanda!” Alonso said stopping a few steps away from her. “You always seem to think everything is about you and work, don’t you?”
Amanda was getting uncomfortable with the way he spoke. He wasn’t speaking too loud or too inaudible but his sentences came out with sighs that sent her thighs on shivers.
“Then what is this about?” she asked, trying fervently to get to the part where she will tell him she had missed him.
Alonso tilted his head to look at her. “What this was is what it is, Amanda. Nothing more?” He studied her expression, “I wasn’t aware of your involvement in this until two weeks ago.”
Amanda calculated that it was almost three weeks since she had received the invitation from Clementderson.
“I have been reaching out to you for two weeks,” she told him wanting to tell him how much she wanted him back. The words were not forming yet.
Alonso took some steps towards her again and stopped. “I know,” he said, then he started towards her again. “I was only profit to you,” he spoke again.
Amanda, really wanting to be in his hands again, took the next steps to close the last gap between them.
“I was hurt,” she told him, falling in step to be exactly so close and in front of him.
Alonso frowned at her statement. “Hurt?”
“You didn’t tell me you loved me. I thought…I thought…,” Amanda was trying so hard not to cry.
“That I didn’t love you? I told you ‘not now’!” he exclaimed.
“I know! I know! I wasn’t thinking straight.” Amanda held his hand and drew it to her lips. “And I am so sorry I hurt you. I was too much after being less hurt than loving you the way you were.”
Alonso drew back. “And what was I?” he asked.
Amanda confidently peered into his eyes and told him, “You were the artist I fell in love with. The artist that left all these to explore his own dream.” She really felt like kissing him.
“You were the artist that told me you loved me through the only way you knew how.”
Alonso held her waist tight and drew her waist towards the length of his torso. “And what way would that be?”
Amanda smiled as his head came towards her lips. “Your painting. You told me everything through the lips that you drew.”
He kissed her briefly and withdrew to peer into her eyes.
“Is that it?” he asked.
“No Alonso, I felt how much you loved and wanted me whenever your dick was inside me too.”
Alonso’s face curved into a perfect smirk as he glanced about the room.
“I want to show you again…here. Now. I want to fuck you again in this hall, until we both can’t think of anything else.”
Then he carried her and placed her briskly on the long board table.
Chapter Five
; Alonso wished he had the might to stop, but he was always weak with Amanda. He peered into her eyes wanting to tell her he loved her, but his hands were folding her gown to reveal her thighs instead.
“I almost forgot how neat and spotless these were,” he said before continuing to fold the skirt upwards.
When the thin long gown was folded enough to see Amanda’s pink panties, he returned his gaze to her face and smiled at her smiling face.
“I was your first man?” he asked.
Amanda felt the blood rush to her cheeks before the words could form in her head. She totally had forgotten that she had mentioned it to him the first time they had sex.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Alonso drew her nearer that only half of her now naked ass was on the table. He bent slowly and took her mouth into a compassionate kiss.
His tongue was too demanding, and before long Amanda wanted more than his tongue in her mouth. She remembered his painting and smiled into his mouth.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked, licking his lips as they withdrew from hers.
“Amanda? Seriously, you have to draw them with the same shape as if they were on your fat dick?”
Alonso smiled and in a swift second, he freed the said dick from the opening of his fly.
“What dick? This?” he said, flipping the bulk of flesh up and down.
Amanda gasped at the rate at which his dick got bigger and bigger until he could no longer flip them. Alonso stopped playing with it and stepped towards her, readying his hands for her panties.
“Wait,” Amanda whispered, placing a palm on his chest to stop him.
“I want to ride you,” she muttered.
At first, she thought Alonso didn’t hear her. But he gently raised her from the table and sat on it himself, turning her to face him. His dick, hard and ready, peered out from his fly, facing Amanda.
“We will have to make do with this flat table, won’t we?” he teased.
Amanda, getting the image of what he planned, reached out her hand to hold his dick.
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