The Trade Show Pt. 05

Catch up: I'm so sorry for the delay in adding to this story but life has been moving fast for me. You may have to re-read part 4 to get back on track. Georgia xx

Part 05 - A New Offer

Despite my protestations in the pub, Cindy had settled the bill and reprimanded me for trying to pay. I was already learning who was in charge in this relationship!

As we left, I admired the collection of expensive cars in the car park and remarked to Cindy on how unusual it was in this part of the World.

"Most of them come over from Rock," she advised. "I know quite a few of them," she added, and went on to explain how much of her business, and certainly her most wealthy clients, were either based there, or had second homes there.

Responding to my interest, whilst we sat in the sunshine, Cindy talked a lot about her business and how she had almost by accident realised a great business opportunity, managing certain things for mainly, but not exclusively, wealthy people. The business was now well established and was run smoothly by the board of directors she had hired personally. One of them I had already met at the trade show. This enabled her to enjoy life and she combined this with looking for new clients she would meet in the course of her social events.

"It's perfect," she explained. "I socialise all of the time, thoroughly enjoy myself, mainly, and when I get to know new people I eventually introduce my business to them, more or less in a casual manner. I let them work out if they may be interested in hiring us, so it's not even a hard sell. If I don't like someone, I rarely introduce them to the business."

"Sounds really good to me," I said, "Can I ask what you turn over, but you don't have to tell me of course?"

"We didn't talk about turnover at the show if you recall," she answered, "We didn't want you to pre-judge us in giving us the advice we sought."

I laughed. "To be honest, all I can remember about the show was your hand on my suspender clip, and how professional you looked."

"I can understand that," she replied with a broad grin. "We turned over twelve and a half million last year, with a great profit too," she said. "It was our best yet and we are continuing to grow year on year. I now have 23 staff."

I realised now how she was able to live her lifestyle. Whilst it seemed she was socialising all of time, I had seen her frequently handing out business cards and hadn't given it a thought.

She laughed. "You should definitely come and work for me," she said, "I could really use someone with your business head and a common-sense approach. I have some truly scatter-brained people in the office!"

I blushed I think because I knew that it was a genuine offer, now made twice in the same day. "Oh, I'm not sure I could work for someone as pushy as you," I jested, with a serious look on my face, watching the expression her face change before she realised that I was joking.

"Ha Ha very funny," she said, and slapped my hand sharply. "That's your first pay cut right there!"

Seriously though," I said, "That's a lovely and generous suggestion, and I'm sure we could really do great things together, but for the moment, if you don't mind, I'd rather not mix our pleasure with business, and anyway, I am in the middle of a big project myself."

As we lay in the sunshine, topping up our Pimm's as necessary, I wondered how I could suddenly take up a new job as Georgia. I was worried that my part-time partner would eventually, and probably inevitably, find out about my relationship with Cindy. What if she just turned up at work one day? I blushed at the thought, and wondered how my relationship with Cindy would develop.

None the less, the prospect of moving out of my own area of expertise to a completely new one excited me and remained in my thoughts.

As late afternoon sun arrived, and the cool air moved to the poolside, we picked up our stuff and Cindy led me upstairs by the hand to her bedroom.

"Are you able to stay over?" she asked, looking into my eyes whilst simultaneously slipping her hand down the front of my knickers.

Trying not to appear too keen, I pretended to think for a moment before answering. "Well I do keep an overnight bag in my car, just for emergencies you understand".

There was a moment whilst I do believe she actually thought that I was telling the truth, but then she gave me a push and I fell backwards onto the bed.

"You lying kidder!" she exclaimed, "You planned to stay the whole time, didn't you?"

I smiled, looking up at her standing between my legs, "Let's just say I really hoped that you would ask, and I arranged to be away for work tonight, just in case."

"Well, it's a good job you did she replied, otherwise we'd have an awful lot of love to fit in before you headed for home!" So began my sleepover.

Still on my back, Cindy kneeled between my legs and removed my knickers as I raised my ass to help, exposing my neatly tucked penis.

"Do you find this uncomfortable?" she asked, inquisitively.

"At first, I did, but now I don't even notice it, unless I am desperate for a pee!" We laughed as she carefully peeled back the tape freeing-up my cock.

"May I?", Cindy asked, gesturing in its general direction.

"Feel free", I replied, pretending not to care either way, "It belongs to you for the night anyway".

Cindy nursed the rather poor example of a cock into fully erect state in less two minutes. She had skills in this area that I could only dream of and whilst noisily enjoying her attention I promised myself I would try hard to learn from her, just in case it became useful one day....

She teased and sucked my balls whilst simultaneously working on my shaft with her hands and mouth and eventually my senses were so aroused I didn't know whether I was cumming or going. Whilst I held her head and moved her hair away from her face so that I could see her eyes, and what she was doing, she had no trouble at all taking my fully erect length down her throat with no sign of gagging at all. I had watched many porn films but rarely seen anyone that able! I made a mental note to ask her how she did it.

As she became aware I was reaching a climax she simply changed her hold on my shaft and stemmed the feeling before continuing as before. I had never come from a blow job before and, to be honest, had never really enjoyed having someone focus on my male genitalia. But Cindy was in a different ball park and it wasn't long before I was writhing on the bed screaming to her that I was cumming.

When she was ready, and only then, she brought me to a climax and I covered her face with my cum. Usually, due to my occasional use of hormones, the quantity was quite small, but this time I had excelled myself, I thought, and was pleased. Clearly, Cindy was also very pleased with herself as she left me panting and sweating on the bed as she went to clean up.

She returned with her dildo and strap in hand and dangled it over me.

"My turn." She said, suggesting that I may like to fuck her with the dildo, as I had previously.

As I reached for the dildo, Cindy climbed onto the bed with me herself on top of me, sitting astride and peering into my face, with a quizzical look.

"Georgia," she said, "I know we have talked about this but I just wondered, no pressure at all. None. Would you fuck me with your cock, rather than this strap-on."

I smiled. Cindy knew that as Georgia I wanted to only fuck, and be fucked as a female. She was so sweet, and very determined not to want to upset me, or ask me to do anything I didn't want to do, especially after our last meeting.

I considered for a moment how this might affect my relationship with her. I concluded that as she is Bi she will enjoy sex with guys and girls, and maybe I could be both of those things in her life. I immediately felt guilty thinking that this was a selfish was of stopping her having sex with other men. "This is ridiculous" I thought to myself, "I'm not a guy, what the fuck are you thinking?"

As the moment went on I could see Cindy worrying that she had asked me to do something I might consider horrid.

"Forget I asked," she blurted, clearly feeling very guilty.

"No. Wait", I said. "Let me explain." And so we chatted a while, and I was completely honest about my thought process, including how selfish I felt, and how confused I was, sexually.

Cindy was, as usual, the perfect partner to be in bed with. She showed complete understanding and almost counselled me during the conversation. I realised then that Cindy really wanted me to fuck her properly, not with a false cock, but with my own, real, warm penis, and how on earth could I refuse such a request from this gorgeous woman I was becoming attached to.

"You'll need to work your magic on me if this is to work then", I said, gesturing toward my still limp cock resting on my stomach.

The look on Cindy's face made it clear to me that whatever my inner thoughts were, or what doubts I might have, that this was the right decision.

Cindy slid down the bed and quickly restored me to fully functional length. She is good, I thought to myself as I squirmed on the bed under her influence.

When I was ready, we swapped places and I made love to this beautiful woman in a way I had never done to anyone before. It was natural and never for one second did I have to think about what to do next, or to wait and see what the effect of anything I did was on her. I believe that although it was I that was making love to her, she led and taught me the whole way.

Eventually, I asked if she was ready, although judging from the amount of pre-cum emanating from her, it was very clear that she was.

"I've been waiting for this since I first touched your leg at the show," she said, and we kissed gently as I moved the tip of my cock up and down her welcoming lips. It had been a long time since Georgia had sex like this, but somehow, now it seemed the perfect thing to do.

Cindy was literally soaking wet and I slipped right in all of the way with no effort and so started an hour-long fucking session which sent us both to heaven a number of times, without ever needing the strap-on.

Cindy was passionate beyond anything I'd ever known. She knew exactly how to move and hold my cock in her grip to ensure that we both enjoyed an equal experience. It was as if I was being trained by an expert sex therapist.

Cindy knew how and when to caress and suck my nipples and seemed to enjoy their extreme sensitivity as much as me. She frequently laughed when she caught me unaware and made me yelp. She was fascinated by my small boobs which had developed slightly since we first met and quizzed me how they felt, telling me how it was when she first felt the swellings in her chest as a young woman, and how the boys at school became more and more obsessed by them, much to her amusement, and sometimes annoyance.

Cindy was sensuality on legs and it was easy for me to fall for her, although I kept reminding myself that this couldn't last forever.

When we were both exhausted, and after a couple of failed attempts to get me erect again, we simply lay in each other's arms and talked about life, and us. Yes. She talked about us as a couple. Often, I would suggest that she would become bored with me, and she quickly rebuked me at every turn. I asked what would happen when she wanted me to fuck her, and maybe I would not be able to, perhaps because of the hormones. These were serious conversations but she never steered away from them, even once.

By now it was late and, we concluded, too late to find a restaurant nearby.

"Why don't I cook something for you?" I asked. "I assume you have some food in the house?"

"Really?" she said. "You cook?"

"Of course I cook!" I said, trying but failing to put on an insulted face.

"Oooh," she said, "but if you do, I have a request. Can you cook wearing only your underwear and heels?"

"Can I wear a pinafore too?" I asked, with a grin.

"Oh, yes please!" she replied, and so we cleaned up, I put on some fresh lingerie and my 3" heels, and I cooked us tagliatelle whilst she hovered around me, dressed only in her dressing gown, watching what I was doing, as if learning, and groping me at every opportunity. The result, of course, was a large bulge in the pinafore. Oh, and a very nice dinner.

"I'm impressed." she said, as we sat back and sipped wine together.

"You should be," I replied, "I don't wear a pinafore for everyone you know!" We laughed and retreated to the lounge. I replaced the pinafore with a dressing gown. We talked well into the night.

Cindy cuddled into me the whole time and never withdrew her hands from the inside of my gown, checking out every detail of my lingerie, suspender straps and knickers and frequently pinching my nipples just to check that they were still sensitive!

We retired in the early hours and both wore silk nighties in bed. I was in heaven.

I awoke early and Cindy was curled up in the centre of the large bed. Even with bed hair and no makeup she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure to be close to, and I wondered how long it would be before someone else caught her eye.

"Surely this sort of thing doesn't happen to me," I thought to myself.

I needed to be away in reasonable time and had to also allow time for me to return home to change back into my guy clothes. I had decided not to bring any with me as I didn't want to appear to Cindy as a guy again, unless it was really unavoidable.

Even though she had met me as a guy at the trade show in Wadebridge, I really wanted that to be the last time. Although it hadn't stopped her fancying me, she knew I dressed in women's clothes. It was this, I guessed, that had attracted her to me.

I'm unsure now why I had made this decision and made a note to talk it over with Cindy when she awoke.

Rather than wake her, I showered alone and dressed simply in jeggings, ankle boots and my boobs in. I did a very minimal makeup job. Just a light foundation and pale lippy, with minimal eye makeup too. I needed a quick turnaround if I was to make my first appointment on time. For some reason, I hadn't thought this day through and realised that I should have left the morning clear.

I crept downstairs and made us both a coffee before returning to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and kissing Cindy awake with kisses over her head and neck.

I stayed only long enough to drink coffee together despite her protestations and attempts to get me aroused enough to stay! We agreed to talk again later in the day and I left after bringing her to a climax with my fingers.

I enjoyed her smell on the way back in the car.