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HIGH HEELS AND BUSINESS VISITORS
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’ An obvious reference to up market appearance of the room which could have been put to any number of uses besides an office for a ‘wheeler dealer.’
They were both in their late thirties and had been married, both for the second time, for two years. Both were considered ‘attractive’ by their friends and his friends were constantly reminding him what a good looker he had married. Tallish, articulate, with long well rounded legs, a firm figure and graceful carriage and posture to set it all off.
As they finished their coffee together she asked if he would need any help with the two prospective clients he was expecting.
"Good idea. After about an hour could you come in and ask if any body would like a drink?"
"Happy to assist sir,’ she smiled mockingly. ‘What would you like me to wear to impress your clients?"
"High heels always look good on you."
Before he could say anything else the door bell rang and he greeted the two men he was expecting and showed them into his office. Both men appeared to be in their early thirties and good looking his wife thought. They both ogled her and appeared to be mentally undressing her on the way through to his office.
"Call out if you need me," she cooed sarcastically from her chair as they disappeared into his office, but not before they both turned for a last look at her as she crossed her legs deliberately, revealing most of her unstockinged thighs to their gaze.
What to do for an hour before she was due to act as drinks waitress she wondered. She poured herself a glass of cognac and thought back to the time when she had asked her then new husband what she she should wear in their bedroom.
"Just a pair of really high heels,: had been his flippant answer. And she had a few times. She had enjoyed the effect it had on him and the obvious power and dominance that she could have over him with so little effort.
After forty five minutes she thought she might offer them drinks early. She listened outside the door before entering. "We really are interested in your proposal, but need something more than you are offering to clinch a deal. What about a low interest loan?" Her husband’s voice.
"What interest rate did you have in mind?" On and on it went. Backwards and forwards. She was starting to worry for her husband. He seemed outgunned and outnumbered in his dealings.
Right on the hour she knocked on the door, opened it and went straight in. "Can I offer you gentlemen something to drink?" At first no one even looked up. The two visitors were facing her husband over his desk and had their backs to her, with their eyes downwards concentrating on their sheets of figures.
"Need any help my sweet husband?", she said with a tremor in her voice, as she walked towards his desk. "I followed your instructions and put on my high heels." By now she was standing in front of the desk with her back to the visitors. They both looked up together, mouths agape, past her high heels and were stunned at what they saw.
From where the visitors sat the only visible piece of clothing on her otherwise naked body was a thin black silk scarf knotted around her waist, with the long pieces dangling to one side. In the same instant the two visitors both had the same thought. This is the best body we have ever seen, even though we are only seeing the rear view. Long white sexy legs, in shoes with heels that must have been four inches high. High, firm well rounded arse, and a slim waist which tapered out and up all the way up her back to her now loose medium length blond hair.
"Tea, coffee, scotch or cognac, gentlemen," she asked with great aplomb holding her husband’s gaze and reassuring him with it at the same time, aware of the sexual tension she had created in the two men behind her.
Both men could barely wait for her to turn around to drink in her naked body. She slowly turned around, using every bit of her modelling experience to heighten the moment. By the time she had fully turned to face the two men she had opened her legs so that her feet were about thirty-inches apart.
The two clients started looking at her, from her eyes downward as if determined to save the best until last. Her full breasts were even bigger and firmer than they had imagined and topped with large reddish brown and very erect nipples. Their eyes almost popping out of their sockets as they ogled her obviously shaven pussy. She found it difficult to conceal her excitement at the effect she was having on three men simultaneously.
"Anything else you would like besides the drinks gentlemen?" she asked with a smile as she left the room.
Her husband could only think about the effect his wife was having on his prospective clients and the inevitable stories which would surface in the hotel later in the week.
"Do you do this for all your clients?" The obvious question broke the tension in the room.
"No. She must like you."
"Anyway, I think we will accept your offer."
"Hard to say no after that," his sidekick chimed in.
Her husband could hear his wife nervously rattling around in the kitchen preparing their drinks, and wondered what his wife would do next. What could she do? She couldn’t possibly top that, he thought.
Conversation between the three men was stilted as they waited for their drinks. Surely they were thinking the same as he was. What would she do next? Come back without the scarf?
The anticipation in the room was electric as they heard her footsteps and the rattling of glasses and ice rattling on a tray.
All eyes were on her as she entered with great aplomb, the tray balanced on one hand with her free hand balanced against her hip. What was different about her appearance this time? A wide brimmed black hat tilted slightly to the left side of her head made her look even more stunning than on her previous entrance.
As she served the drinks, her husband noticed that she could barely conceal her nervousness and hold the tray steady. What would she do next? Three men all had the same thought. Her husband wanted her to go no further. Though deep inside was he getting off more than he cared to admit to himself.
The two visitors each wishing he was the only man in the room and that the other two would somehow vanish. The real question was who was in control of the situation.
Obviously, if the look his wife gave him as she handed him his drink last, was an indication, she was. "Watch this," was the tacit look he received.
"Have you gentlemen agreed on a deal yet," she asked standing a few feet in front of them as they sipped their drinks and vainly tried not to be obvious as they drank in her naked body.
"If you have I will dim the lights. The truth is I have always wanted my husband to fuck me while someone else watched."
They both looked at each other wondering if business ethics demanded their apologies and a quick exit. Or perhaps she was kidding. But she had gone this far hadn’t she?
She moved over to her husband and started to undo his shirt and tie, all the time her gaze never leaving the eyes of the two visitors, enjoying their excitement and obvious turn on caused by her behaviour.
A the same time she mused to herself, ‘Their wives will be busy with these two tonight when they get home. As soon as they were in the door there will be just one thing on their minds.
Her husband seemed to be suffering no embarrassment at all as she slipped his shirt off and started on the belt and fly of his trousers.
Finally the two businessmen visitors spoke up. "Er, um, we..really should be going. Thanks for the drink. And the show. I’ll have our cheque couriered around in the morning." Clones she thought. Almost speaking as one and lifting their identical brief cases together. "Must dash. Expected home," all the time their eyes not leaving her and watching her hands caress her husband.
"We will let ourselves out. Good night, pleasure to meet you."
She hardly looked up as they left the room. By now she had her husband down to his briefs and was struggling to pull them over his erection.
"That must have agreed with your libido. You are as hard as a rock. And big, huge" she said removing her black silk scarf and softly stroking his erection with it.
"Feel good. Want me to stop? More? Silk is a wonderful aphrodisiac, especially against an erection like that, eh? I want to fuck with my hat on, sitting on the desk," she ordered as she stroked the bottom half of his erection with the scarf and with the other hand eased him into her.
They were both so turned on that they never did notice the visitors watching from the open window. And anyway, who would have believed the visitor’s story.
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