The Exec

He had a reputation that preceded him. He was the youngest executive at 35 years old the organization ever promoted. He knew the business from janitors to the executive suite. He was friendly and genuinely wanted the best for his employees. He was attractive, chiseled from gym workouts, over six feet three inches, and spoke in well-educated English. He was also multilingual. There were other stories about him but I'm not one to share rumors.

I was an executive assistant and often traveled as part of an advance team for company expansion and site preparation. I am also in my mid 30s, tall, having degrees in engineering and organizational communication. My daily transactions have me interacting with him often.

Neither of us is married and never has been. Career seems to be both our common ground and we are well off in our career goals. Both of us have put our social lives on hold.

We were developing plans for a new facility, one that would triple our product saturation in three years. The facility was to be on par with large scale manufacturing with expansion capabilities when the need arrived. I was on a site trip away from our home office when I got the call.

The call was one that no one wants to receive; it was the call that changes everything. "There's been an accident. Fortner is dead."

Fortner was our chief executive and my boss. With the new level of turmoil in the company, several major projects went into a hold. I returned to HQ with my plan to see the company get over this hump. I knew there had been no executive transition plans developed and no one knew what to do. I had to get out of engineering mode and get into communication mode. I began drafting several communications for release and forwarded them.

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The dust began settling and it became clear to me that a coup was underway. Despite my connections, I was on my way out. Fortner protected me and his death changed the completion of everything. When they offered me a multimillion-dollar buy out, I took it.

Being suddenly financially secure meant new opportunities that I had not considered. I was in the news for a couple days as an example of a woman receiving equal treatment as men getting bought out. I decided it was time for me to take a couple years off from work and experience some of the things I missed when I was younger, like 33 is old.

I'd had the occasional boyfriend and a love interest or two; however, I never felt the need to pursue long-term relationships because I loved my job. That taken away made me realize that there is life after corporate America.

I made several careful investments that would begin paying handsome interest almost immediately. The decision made, I felt as though the universe began to conspire to make my decision happen. With just the necessary essentials, I began seeing life as something to live and enjoy.

I keep myself fit and I am the same size six I was as a senior in high school. My light brown hair shown almost blonde in the sun. My green eyes were clear. My past boyfriends told me I have a very kissable mouth. I am not busty, 34B, yet my breasts have not experienced gravity. I have a trim waist at 23, and hips at 35. I have trim legs from miles of jogging. I guess I would have to call myself attractive but never put a lot of time into making myself more so, now I was going to. I splurged for a professional make over.

My tidy little house was all I needed and I had no mind to change. My neighborhood was filled with people my own age, mostly married, and with children. A couple single men lived near by but, just as modern society would have it, I really only knew them by sight, not by name, or other personal details. I sought out neighbors to become better acquainted with and discovered how much I enjoyed having coffee with one or another in their homes or mine.

The time became right to introduce myself to the single men in the neighborhood. I hoped they wouldn't take offense to me being forward. One sunny afternoon, I was sunning myself on my small deck when I heard the doorbell chime. Since I was in a bikini, maybe too revealing, I slipped on my beach robe and answered the door.

One of my single male neighbors stood there with a potted plant and a bottle of wine. "Hi Stacy," he greeted me, "I am your neighbor Glen, a couple doors down. Hope you don't mind me barging in on you. I just felt it was about time one of us broke the ice."

I don't know if it was the afternoon sun warming me or his presence on my doorstep. The ice was not broken, it was melted. "Glen, please come in. I was just outside taking some sun on the deck. Come on through and join me."

As Glen entered, I noticed his physique. He was very fit and very much man from what I could tell from the slight bulge in his shorts. I couldn't remember the last time I was with a man; I became aware of my response as my nipples tightened and my pussy dampened.

A trip to the kitchen for ice and a bucket to chill the wine was my next stop. When I realized the plant he brought was a passionflower, I went weak. Wine on ice, two glasses in hand, we strolled to the deck.

I didn't want to remove my robe for fear he might think ill of me in a scant bikini. After all, I had been a corporate big shot and maybe the two were too opposites on the spectrum.

We chatted for a long time really getting to know each other and getting comfortable. Glen must have discovered that I was hiding myself in my robe when he mentioned, "I thought you said you were sunning. Hard to sun in a beach robe."

"I have only a bikini on under. I'm afraid you might think me being too open if I removed it." I tested the wine to learn if it was chilled enough for a first drink.

"Stacy," Glen began, "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable."

I was uncomfortable but not for the same reason he thought. "No, not uncomfortable, just being polite. Have a glass of wine." I reached his glass to him and my robe parted slightly and my bikini-clad breasts came into his view. He noticed me as much as I had noticed him. I did not pull my robe closed.

The chilled wine and the warm sun were deeply relaxing as our conversation continued. Glen was one who could a conversation alive in a most wonderful way.

"I followed the business news that erupted after your bosses death. Sorry about how you were railroaded out. The business climate isn't very friendly any longer is it?"

My reply may have been unexpected, yet it was the truth as I finally came to believe it. "Pardon my vernacular, Glen, but fuck em all. I got a great buy out and don't need that world any longer. I'm discovering another world that always existed but wasn't for me, or so I thought. Chilled wine, warm conversation, and hot sun make for a nice environment."

My parted robe parted a bit more exposing more of my bikini top and breasts. The top barely covered my nipples and I was certain Glen noticed their aroused state. As he talked, he kept eye contact with me and I with him. Yes, we stole innocent glances but we were in no way being sexual.

"I'm glad you are satisfied with the outcome. I've wanted to get to know you better for some time, but always felt you were wedded to your work."

I smiled with my reply. "I was wedded to it, I just didn't know the divorce would come so soon and have such a happy ending. I mean, look at the outcome. I have an attractive neighbor visiting me on my deck with a bottle of chilled wine and nice potted passion flower as a centerpiece."

I began wondering if my passionflower was beginning to bloom. I know I was quickly getting in the mood. It didn't help that I noticed Glen was packing a weapon of mass delight in his shorts.

We drank more wine and relaxed even deeper. By now my robe was mostly open to the top of the bikini panty as our conversation shifted to funny things happening in the neighborhood. We laughed and chatted like old friends catching up.

"Glen," I started, "are you involved with anyone, dating? You know what I mean."

Smiling, Glen answered with, "No. However present company included, I would like to get involved. Can we go out for a dinner sometime, and maybe a show?"

"Present company included, I'd like that very much."

As the wine bottled gave up its last taste of spirit, Glen left with the promise of a date Friday night. Two more days before the first date I've had in a couple years. I was so excited watching him stroll away that my hands went into my bikini panty and stroked my clit. Within seconds, I came in a gush and knew that Friday night would be a long and hopefully very hard night.

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Glen phoned with the details of our date. It wasn't a little black dress date but it would be one for which I would dress for effect. I chose a satin-like skirt in blue fabric and stepped into it. I pulled it up to my waste and decided to go commando under. The blouse I selected was an airy antique yellow. I debated on bra or not and decided not. I wanted him and wanted to make sure he knew it.

Glen arrived at the appointed time. I opened the door and invited him in. He was dressed in similar fashion as I. "Glen, you look amazing."

"Amazing only because you look so stunning. I could almost skip dinner and the show just to take you all in."

"Would that be a bad thing? We could order in."

"If you are tempting me, I give into temptation easily."

"Do you want to be tempted?" I leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

Both Glen and I knew that something new and exciting was happening in our lives and the direction we were headed was uncharted. He stood transfixed staring at me as if trying to construct his answer. The long silence frightened me, had I been too forward?

Glen reached out a hand and took mine in his. "Yes."

With like minds we stepped into each other for an embrace and a real kiss, a kiss that could melt polar ice caps faster global warming, and, I was feeling globally warm. As the kiss continued, I felt Glen getting warm as well. From the growing swell I felt, I knew he was endowed with the proper equipment necessary.

The kiss ended but we remained locked in a mutual embrace. I rested my head on his shoulder and breathed deeply his scent. "What shall we have for dinner?"

"The appetizer was delicious, Stacey. No food I've ever tasted is as sweet or presented in such an attractive fashion."

I wondered if he knew that the main course was ready. I was prepared to unwrap it and let him have his fill. I sighed deeply, lifted my head, and saw desire gleaming in his eyes. I knew I felt my desire for him and felt him. I locked my lips on his again, my mouth opened as his tongue explored my tongue. Beyond the point of no return, my hips ground into his and pushed back.

His hands slid down my back to my waist and I knew he would soon discover my nakedness beneath my skirt. "Please, Glen," I whispered coming up for a breath.

Glen understood my plea and pulled me tightly into him. I strove to pull him tightly into me. By now he was working against me as hard as I into him. Whatever was to happen tonight, we were on the path to its completion.

Glen's fingertips felt like tiny electric probes making every nerve tingle and as his hands slipped lower over my hips touching me on my all but naked butt, I lurched and made a very audible moan.

"Is this the main course, Stacey?"

I was ready to scream my demand, ready to scream fuck me. Instead, I answered with a whispered, "Yes."

Glen's fingers dug into my flesh covered only by the thin material of my skirt. My hands responded in like manner. His butt felt firm as I tried to pull him more tightly against me. My nipples ached for his touch.

All this time we were standing in my foyer. If we were to begin consummating our relationship, we had to move our opening salvo. Breathlessly, I broke away from his grasp, took his hand and lead him into the living room where we could take our date to another level. I told him to sit on the sofa and as he did so, I parted my legs to straddle his lap. I made sure my skirt rode up on me as I cautiously lowered my hips over his lap.

"Dinner is served."

Glen hands reached the top button of my blouse as mine reached the top button of his shirt. Each button popped and we mutually gazed on skin as it came into view. Glen's chest was muscled nicely and sported just a little hair that I knew would cause my breasts to swell against the slight tickle of his hair.

My naked breasts came into Glen's view when he whispered, "beautiful," I fell against his naked chest. I was excited by the new sensation as we locked in another round of passionate kissing.

My nipples, already stimulated, swelled even more. To my surprise, I was on the verge of an orgasm and didn't try to hold back. "Glen, I'm going to cum already."

That was his cue. He broke our kiss and began kissing my stiff points and massaging them. I came in a roar of emotion and need for this man to take me. I know I soaked his pants with my excretion. He knew it too.

I slid off his lap and saw my mess. I knelt between his legs and began sucking my juice from his lap at the same time working the waist of his pants open. I freed his cock from it confines only to find a manhood to make others pale in comparison. Glen's cock must have eight inches at least and thick, over two inches.

In my excited state, I knew the folds of my vagina would expand to accommodate him and accommodations were waiting. He helped me pull his pants over his hips and down his legs. My skirt slipped from my hips and hit the floor in a silent flutter.

I straddled him again. Settling on his lap this time, he guided me to the tip of his cock and I felt it brush against my labia. I sat down hard taking all of him at once. He filled me completely and a second orgasm rocked my body.

I held him tightly in my sheath and rocked against him as my orgasm played itself out. I never fully recovered because Glen began pushing against me and pulling back as much as he could under my pressing against him. I was beyond any sense of what reality was. There was only one reality and that was Glen.

I rocked to his rhythm and was soon sliding his length and girth in my saturated pussy. It didn't take Glen long reach his conclusion. "I'm cumming, Stacey. Get off or I'll cum in you."

Instead, I forced myself down hard and held him in place. "Cum!"

The first jet of his cum splashed against my cervix followed by another and another. I was getting a heavy thick load of sperm and didn't care what the outcome may be. I fell against his torso in post orgasmic bliss.

"Glen, was the first course good?"

Glen's cock began to retreat in size but pull out of me, he didn't. "I was famished, Stacey. I think we will have to wait before serving another course. You are as lovely as I imagined."

"Glen, the other day when you brought wine and the passion flower, I knew then that I needed you."

His softened cock slipped from within me and our combined cum oozed from my pussy.

"We didn't use protection, Stacey. Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay and I don't think you did any harm, unless stretching me and making me want you more is harmful." I punctuated that with as much passion as my spent body could muster.

Glen's arms were around me holding me. I felt comfortable and warm with him. All those corporate years of fighting the mobs and trying to ignore my womanhood dissolved into a distant memory. Glen made me feel happy about myself and I was happy he rang my bell a few days ago because he had just rung my bell again.

"Glen, what are you feeling?" I wanted to know if he felt the same as I and was afraid to hear his answer.

"What if I said I feel as though I've lived in the same neighborhood with a goddess who came to earth and made me very happy and very satisfied."

"That is an answer I would like to hear."

"What if I said you are the best thing I've experienced and I don't want to let you slip through my fingers?"

"That is an answer I like, too."

"What if I told you we just made a mess on your sofa?"

"Uhm, I liked that very much."

My feelings were not conflicted and Glen's kind and sensitive words served to reinforce what I felt. As we remained wrapped in our post sexual orgasmic bliss I began feeling a growing desire between my legs. It was Glen coming back to life.

His hands began giving my back a tingling fingertip massage that awakened my desire. Somehow, he deftly moved his hands to my butt and maneuvered me over his mostly erect cock. I felt the penetration begin anew and swooned as he slowly eased me down.

Each movement was slow and calculated to give me every pleasure his body could give me. I badly wanted him to have his pleasure, too.

My body responded and my mouth expelled moans and sighs of happiness being impaled on his shaft once more. If he wanted to do this all night, I was ready to let him.

His cock felt long, thick, and warm in me, felt as though it was destined to be where it was. I felt destined to be accepting of it. It was beyond explanation. It felt right for us to be in this position.

Many pleasurable minutes passed as we slowly rocked to our steady rhythm. There was no pushing and pulling, no bouncing up and down, we locked in a lovers embrace as his cock filled me with glorious pleasure. I gave a deep sigh as an unexpected orgasm overtook me. With all the strength I could muster, my vaginal muscles gripped his invading tool and I surrendered to it and to him.

We unwillingly disengaged and I sat on the sofa with my legs parted inviting him to take the top position. He was quick to accept this and he reentered my pleasure palace with a steady push.

Again, our movements were determined, steady, and full of meaning. As he worked into me, we kissed with more passion than I had ever felt. His fingers dealt pleasure on my breasts. My nipples ached from all the stimulation and I wanted more.

"Glen," I sighed elongating his name. There was more I wanted to say but words paled to what I was thinking. He answered in similar fashion.

We drifted into a more prone position on the sofa. The feel of his weight on me and my submission to it was beyond any sensation I've experienced. I clutched onto him, squeezed him tightly against me. He began moving faster with more urgent motion. I sensed he was approaching another orgasm and I knew that when he did, I would also.

When the moment came, we erupted together. His second cum was just as strong as his first filling me again. Who was this man, Glen, that he had such an affect on me? For the first time in my life, I felt complete; felt I had the man that women only dream of. I fought a glimpse of the passionflower he brought; its flower seemed to have bloomed as I had just bloomed. The meaning did not escape me.

In my blissful moment, I looked at Glen and asked him to look at the plant he brought days ago. "Glen, it bloomed."

"And so have you, Stacey. Is it too early in our relationship to say how much you mean to me?" I shuddered at his words and had another orgasm.

"I like the sound of that, too," I breathed. I have never felt this attached to a person. Glen was every bit a man and every bit of what I knew I wanted for a long time to come.

With a broad smile on his face, he broke the intensity of the moment. "I guess dinner date is off."

"Oh no, its not off, we're just not going out. We should shower and I'll make us something here."

It was difficult breaking our hold on the other and as we tried to pick up our scattered clothing, we could not keep hands off the other.

"Glen, I want to wake up next to you in the morning."