Sally walked into the lounge and sat at the bar. She wore a white silk blouse, unbuttoned to reveal some very nice cleavage. Her navy blue skirt was short and tight, and rode up her legs when she sat down. She was beautiful, sexy and alluring. She ordered a Martini.
Two seats to her left sat a man with a drink before him. His elbows were on the bar and his face in his hands.
Sally turned to him and said, "Let me guess. Your boss just gave you an assignment with a time limitation that is impossible to meet".
He looked up at her in the mirror and saw that she was facing him. He looked over at her and smiled. Sally got goose bumps just looking at him. What a hunk.
"That's a pretty good guess." He said. "And what would be your excuse for drinking alone?"
"Oh, so you're not going to tell me if I'm right or wrong?" she asked.
"You asked the first question, now it's my turn." He returned.
"But I didn't ask a question, I just made a guess."
"You asked a question, you wanted to know why I'm drinking alone, you just posed it as a guess."
"Ok, I give. I probably have a better excuse than you do; I just lost a major client to a competitor."
"Ouch, that definitely qualifies as an excuse for drinking alone" he replied, "but neither of us is drinking alone now, so we don't need any excuses" he said.
"My name is Sally, what's yours?" she asked.
"Bob and it's a pleasure to meet you Sally" he replied.
"Would you mind if I joined you Bob?"
Bob thought for a second and quickly decided, shaking his head and saying, "no, I don't mind at all."
"So Bob", she said as she sat beside him, you don't look like the type of guy to get upset over an unreasonable requirement".
"You're a very observant lady Sally, but I'd rather not talk about it."
"Oh, I get it. I guess I wouldn't open up to a stranger either."
Sally leaned into Bob as if to get a closer look at his drink, and pressed her left breast into his arm.
"What are you drinking Bob?" She asked.
"I honestly don't know Sally. I asked the bartender to give me the strongest drink he has. I think he just poured a bunch of alcohol into a glass along with something sweet to make it drinkable."
"Mind if I taste it?" she asked.
Bob shrugged and Sally picked up his drink and took a sip.
"Wow", she said hoarsely, "that's sure as hell not punch. How many of these have you had?"
"You are holding number 3."
She leaned back over to replace his glass, again pressing her breast into his arm and this time putting her hand on his thigh to steady herself.
Bob was trying not to allow himself to be seduced, but she was making inroads. That hand was very close to his awakening manhood, and that breast felt very firm.
Sally sat back and looked at Bob in the mirror. He looked back and smiled.
"Hmmm, nice smile." She thought. "
"What do you do for a living Bob?"
"I'm a CFO for a company that imports beer and wine from Australia. Not a bad job, I have to sample the product on a regular basis".
"Wow, that sounds nice. Were you lucky to get that job, or just good?" she asked.
He turned to look at her. "I was lucky to get the job, but I am good." He replied, as he looked at her eyes, her mouth, her cleavage and then at her legs. He had a look of confidence that made her blush a little.
"I have an office on the 18th floor of this building, facing west toward Beverly Hills and the ocean. It's pretty nice."
"I'll bet the view is nice from up there" she said, hoping he would take the hint.
"The view is incredible, especially at night" he responded.
"So Bob, what does a girl have to do to see the view from your office?" Sally purred.
Bob looked at her directly without saying anything, and then appeared to make up his mind.
"I have never thought about it. What are you willing to do?" he asked, with a slight grin on his face.
"I think that depends on how good the view is," she replied.
"I would say that the view is everything you would want it to be," said Bob.
"Well if it is, I think it would be worth my best efforts".
Bob threw a $20 on the bar and offered is arm to Sally. She took it and they headed for the elevators.
Sally found Bob's office to be exactly as he described it. The entire west wall was glass and she could see all the way from Pacific Palisades to Marina Del Rey and beyond. She sat on the edge of his desk taking in the view as he took off his suit jacket and opened a bottle of wine. He soon joined her and handed her a glass.
Bob took a sip of wine then sat it on the windowsill.
"So, what do you think of the view" he asked.
"It's exactly as you said it would be" and she reached up and kissed him on the cheek. Bob looked down at her and their lips came together. As they kissed Bob's hand went to her blouse and began to undo the remaining buttons. Her bra opened in the front, and he demonstrated his dexterity by unclasping it with one hand. He leaned over and took one nipple into his mouth and caressed the other with his free hand. Sally's breathing was getting deep and fast and her panties were getting moist. She took another sip of her wine, poured a few drops onto her breast right above Bob's mouth, then set the glass down. She put her hands behind his head and pressed him into her, feeling her excitement grow. Her nipples were swollen and hard and she loved what he was doing with his tongue.
Bob stood up in front of her and began to kiss her lips as his hands moved up the outside of her thighs. He pushed her skirt up, then pushed her down on his desk so he could lift her hips up, allowing the skirt to rise to her hips. He slid his thumbs under the elastic at the top of her panties and pulled them off. He lifted her panties to his nose, and then began to rub them on her breasts, pinching her nipples through the material. He dropped her panties on the desk, dropped to his knees, and began to kiss her hot, wet mound. Sally lay there on the desk while Bob licked her now dripping pussy. She lifted her head and realized that if anyone was in the building across from them they could easilyy see what was happening. She didn't care, she was moaning loudly and on the fringe of an orgasm.
Bob began to work on her clit, licking and sucking and pinching it between his lips. Sally began having cataclysmic orgasms and her moans were echoing off the walls throughout the suite. Bob kept licking and sucking and she kept cumming.
Sally's ass was on the edge of the desk and her legs over Bob's shoulders. She hooked her feet behind his neck and pulled his face against her womanhood, simultaneously thrusting her hips up at him. The licking and sucking and cumming continued until finally Bob pulled back and began to lick all of her juices up. He then stood up and dropped his trousers and his underwear, exposing his throbbing cock. He pressed it against her swollen pussy lips, sliding it up and down and getting it coated in her juices, then pierced her slit and plunged it in to the hilt. Sally sucked in her breath, wrapped her legs around his waist and held him there while she caught her breath. She then began to thrust her hips and Bob responded by stroking his cock into her pussy. He quickly increased his speed and was soon fucking her deep and fast. Sally was moaning loudly again and before long had another orgasm. Bob pulled her legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He grabbed her hips and held her as he plunged his cock into her wet hole as hard and fast as he could. He could feel his cock beginning to swell and so could Sally. She squeezed her pussy tight around him and their moans became mingled as they both exploded with a volcanic eruption. Bob was shooting his cum deep inside her and their juices were dripping off of the edge of the desk.
Across the street a man had been watching the scene closely with a high powered telescope and masturbating. When he came, his cum shot out and ran down the window.
In the office next to him a woman sat with her chair up to the window, holding a pair of binoculars in one hand, her skirt up to her waist and her other hand inside her panties, also masturbating. The man and the woman were both members of V9 but neither one knew about the other.
Bob and Sally were cleaning themselves up and putting their clothes back on when there was a knock at the door. Bob answered the door and there was Michelle's lawyer. She handed him the divorce papers and a pen to sign them with.
Note: Part of this story is true. I was once the CFO of a company that imported beer and wine from Australia, I did have a west facing office on the 18th floor of Century Park East with the exact view described in the story, and I did sample the wine almost daily.
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