And then there was Elizabeth, or Beth as she preferred it. A little like with Ruby, it was a slow start but once the fire took hold, it burned with an erotic intensity I had never known before.
Beth was the executive assistant to the Chair of a business whose board I somehow joined. For the first few years, I was vaguely aware of her as a rather withdrawn, efficient but not particularly engaging presence during my quarterly visits to her office. That isn’t to say she wasn’t attractive. She was about 20 years younger than me, in her early 30s, slim, around 5ft six, with auburn hair, hazel eyes, a megawatt smile and a look I for some reason considered to be 1930s. She was always a little untidy in her appearance, hair a bit untamed, dress not quite right, shoes half polished. I also noticed when she moved that she obviously never wore a bra. Not that she was particularly buxom. Just that her breasts moved freely and very appealingly under whatever top she was wearing.
But nothing happened, for at least three years. I spoke with her infrequently and always about business. She was, I knew, attractive but it never crossed my mind that anything might happen. And then came the annual industry dinner at a big London hotel. After the tedium of the AGM, I strolled into the ballroom to meet my guests and there was Beth, handing out programmes for the event she had organised. She was wearing a full length, green velvet ball gown but low at the front. When she smiled at me and offered me a programme I immediately knew something had changed. We flirted for a couple of minutes then I made my excuses before wandering over to my table and an evening of polite small talk and cheap white wine.
By 2200, most of my guests were either drunk or departed so I decided to take a stroll. Beth, it turned out, had the same idea and I bumped into her couple of minutes later. An increasingly intense conversation just happened to us both, until I brought it to an end by telling her “I really want to kiss you.” Stylish seduction it was not. She looked me straight in the eye and replied “not here”, before taking me by the hand and leading me behind a heavy curtain to the side of the room, where spare tables and chairs were stored. She pushed me down I to one of the chairs, lifted her gown and straddled me, pushing her mouth hungrily against mine, breathing “here is better.”
Within seconds I pulled her breasts out and was squeezing and fondling as we kissed deep and hard. She was groaning and I discovered immediately how sensitive her tits were. “Suck my nipples,” she gasped, before pushing her tongue back into my mouth and her hand down between us to grope at my by now bone hard cock. I sucked and licked, going from one to the other ask slipped my hand down her knickers behind her, rubbing and stroking her arse. Only a dozen feet away, the great and the good of our industry were roaring with laughter at the night’s comedian.
To my astonishment her breath came shorter and shorter as I worked at her breasts til after just a couple of minutes, she pulled my head against her and groaned “fuck, I’m cumming.” Her body hardened against me and she arched her back, forcing the whole of one of her small tits into my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she begged. I probed deeper between her bum cheeks and slid a finger forward the first time between wet and swollen pussy lips. “Oh fuck yes,” she gasped, grinding against my hand, “put your fingers in my cunt.” And then she spasmed long and hard against me, in the first of what would be many, many orgasms.
She dropped her head against my chest, panting and pulling at the zipper on my trousers. Struggling slightly with that manoeuvre, she moved herself back to free up both hands and suddenly had my cock out. As she pulled and squeezed at it, her face came back up to mine and she kissed me again. By now, I had slipped my own hand between us and was reaching deep between her legs. Again she looked at me. “Rub my clit through my knickers,” she whispered. Beneath my fingers, I felt a small, firm swelling through the silk of her wet panties. “God, yes” she groaned. At the same time, she pulled my foreskin hard back, licked her palm and rubbed it against the straining head of my cock. It was my turn to gasp. She kissed my neck and licked at my ear. “You like that?” It was more a statement than a question. Her hand slipped down my shaft as she squirmed, breathing hard, against my fingers. She reached further and squeezed my balls hard, causing me to whimper. “Enjoy it,” she instructed, “and finger me now.” My own breath coming in ragged gulps, I pushed my hand down her knickers and slid two fingers inside her. She bucked against me, fucking herself with my fingers, til again her face contorted and she told me, “don’t fucking stop - make me cum”. I increased the pace, two fingers bent back to find her g-spot then suddenly a third against her anus which opened easily at the moment of her climax. “Oh fuuuuuckkkkk,” she shuddered against me, the orgasm building, then repeated over and over “you’re gonna make me cum” til she went stiff against me, holding her breath, eyes closed and her arms suddenly around me, holding me against her as she came and came.
She came down from the orgasm slowly, eventually opening her eyes and asking “shit, did we just do that? Do you think anyone heard?” I shook my head, murmuring “I doubt they were taking much notice of us.” She smiled that dazzling smile and nodded, agreeing “hope not.” Then she noticed my still exposed erection and reached down to take me in her hand. “Your turn,” she told me, slipping off me and the chair and onto the floor in front of me. She bent forward and licked at the swollen head of my cock. Then opened her mouth and went down on me. “Jesus….” Was all I could manage. I didn’t last long. She was pulling slowly and rhythmically on my prick and sucking as she did so. Then she moved and pushed her tongue to the rear of my cock head and finally sucked just the very top as she wanked me lasciviously into her mouth. I repeated what she had said: “ you’re gonna make me cum,” but she continued stroking and sucking. My own hips were rising and falling to meet her and I pulled her head towards me. “Beth I’m gonna cum”, I told her. She increased her pace, her spare hand squeezing my balls again. I felt myself go tight and then lost control, my hand over my own mouth as i spurted long and hard between her lips. She never broke rhythm, pulling and sucking as I spasmed time after time into her willing mouth til I softened and slumped back in the chair, gasping “oh my God,” my heart pounding, sweat filming my face.
We sneaked out a little later when no one was watching and went our separate ways. The following morning I woke with the inevitable post prandial guilt, wondering what the sanction was for non execs who have sex with the Chairman’s assistant. Not to mention the “what if she thinks better of it and raises a complaint” anxiety. I needn’t have worried. Later that day she emailed me from her personal email to say she had enjoyed my company and would love to do so again. What that led to is the subject of the next episode.
