"Mr. Michelson, your 2:00 appointment is here," Susan announced, then waited for his response.
Susan hung up the phone and said, "He'll be right with you, Ms. Turner. Would you care for something to drink while you wait?"
"No, thank you," Paige replied. She seemed to spend a lot of time in lobbies and waiting rooms, as she was always early. It used to be just that she was a punctual person, but now it was just that she loved to sit quietly and watch people, observe their behaviors, and try to figure out what their history was.
Having recently relocated halfway across the country, Paige was desperately looking for new inspiration for her writing. Moving from the flat scenery of the Midwest to the Rocky Mountains of Colorado would definitely be an inspiration to anyone.
Paige wasn't just looking for inspiration in her professional life as an author. She also was in great need of inspiration in her personal life. She seemed to somehow be stuck in a rut, dating the same type of person over and over: controlling, egotistical, and unable to carry on even the simplest of conversations, let alone be able to discuss world events or even what the plans were for the day (besides going to the gym or hanging out at the local coffee shop). The only thing that ever seemed to change from one partner to the next was the sex of the partner. Not how good things were in bed ... that never seemed to be a problem for Paige, as she seemed to always have great sex, knowing exactly how to get what she wanted. No, the thing that was always changing was that she would date a man for a few months, then meet a nice woman, leave her for another woman, find another man. She didn't seem to know with whom she wanted to have a relationship. But she did know now that she needed to find a partner who had broader views of the world than his or her own reflection.
Paige had great hopes of finding the person who fit that description in Colorado. She already loved the scenery and hoped to stay. It would be wonderful to meet someone from here and be able to permanently settle within this area. Quite frankly, it didn't matter to her if the this amazing being was male or female, as long as this perfect person was sweet and caring, intelligent and funny, and just as (if not more) important as any possible characteristic, great in bed.
Her eyes always scanning the room for prospects, Paige spotted a beautiful woman walking down a back hallway. "Mmmmm .... nice," she thought. This woman was about 5'6" (2" shorter than Paige), had shoulder-length brown hair, and, from what Paige could tell at this distance, appeared to have very large breasts (she'd like to get much closer to see if they were real or fake ... not that that mattered once you get that close to them). Paige was now wishing that she'd set up the appointment with this woman, but when she called the accounting firm and told them what she help she needed, they'd referred her to this Mr. Michelson.
Paige watched as the woman walked behind a partition, from which some soft laughter soon was heard. How she wished she could be the one amusing her. She watched closely, hoping she would reappear. Trying not to be too obvious with her spying, Paige glanced away for just a second. When she looked back, she made eye contact with a tall, handsome man. Well, if it wasn't going to be the mysterious woman, maybe this would be her appointment.
Just her luck, this man walked right up to her and introduced himself.
"Hello, Ms. Turner. I'm Greg Michelson. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Paige knew that she was blushing after having been caught spying, but she tried to let that slide hoping that he wouldn't notice.
"Hello. Please, call me Paige. 'Ms. Turner' always sounds so stuffy. Not my style at all."
"All right. Hello, Paige. I'm Greg. Let's head to my office and see how I may help you."
Greg led her down a hallway in the opposite direction from her goddess, but from her first impression, Paige thought that he would be just as fine of a choice. Greg was just about 6'2", had brown hair and the most mesmerizing blue eyes. He was also very polite, asking again if she would like a drink and if she was getting settled after her move. Wow! Paige had never met a man who didn't automatically hit on her or who only talked about himself. This guy was a rare find. Perhaps she had just found her inspiration.
The meeting went like any other meeting one has with their accountant. Paige explained to Greg what she needed; he explained what his firm did and his specialties within the firm. Paige discovered that Greg was not only good looking and nice, but he was also definitely the right person to help her with taxes and finances. That first meeting lasted just under 45 minutes, and Paige felt very comfortable with him both as an accountant and as a future prospect. Greg told her to look over the firm's marketing materials, check with their references, and in general, do some more research on the firm because he wanted to make sure they were the perfect fit.
Paige thought that he would definitely be a perfect fit!
Paige left that first appointment with hopes of great things to come. She could tell the Greg was flirting with her, but he never took it to the next level. She figured he was just trying to keep her interested in his accounting firm instead of heading elsewhere. She did like his company and knew they would be the best to help her, so she set up an appointment later that month to get everything established.
The second appointment started like the first, with Paige in the lobby checking everyone out. She was hoping to get a glance of that beautiful woman again, but she never did see her. She'd had a few fantasies about her shortly after that first sighting, but then the fantasies soon turned to Greg. Perhaps, Paige thought, she would have a relationship with a man this time.
Greg appeared suddenly, startling Paige. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even heard him call her name. He laughed when she jumped, so she scolded him teasingly. They flirted all the way to his office, and she hoped it would continue once the door was shut.
It did.
Instead of sitting behind his desk, Greg moved to the table in the corner of his office and asked Paige to have a seat there, as well. Instead of sitting across from her, Greg sat beside her, moving his chair in closer than he needed to for work purposes. As they looked through her financial statements and went over his proposal, their legs brushed under the table, their arms would touch, each seemingly accidental occurrence lasting longer and happening more frequently. Paige could feel the chemistry between them, and she wanted more. As she asked Greg a question about one of the forms, she lightly placed her hand on his arm and left it there. He looked at her, smiled, and answered the question ... still trying to be a professional.
After not receiving the type of response she was used to, Paige boldly removed her hand from Greg's arm and placed it upon his thigh. Greg, shocked, turned and smiled at her again ... this time with a much bigger smile.
"Is this all right? I mean, I think there's something between us, right?" Paige asked slyly, turning to look him directly in those amazing eyes.
She didn't need to wait for his reply to know the answer. She could feel the tugging at his pants as his cock began to harden, pulling the fabric tight. Their eyes still locked, Paige leaned in to kiss Greg ... and was pleased that he kissed her back so passionately. Her hand moved from his thigh up to his cock, which she was now rubbing softly through his pants. She liked the feel of what was contained within, and she was anxious to see it, touch it, taste it.
The two moved their chairs away from the table as Greg placed one arm around Paige, pulling her closer. His other hand was starting at her knee and working up her leg, lifting her dress as he went. He was pleased to discover that she was wearing thigh-high stockings, leaving him better access to his goal. Paige was starting to undo Greg's pants when his hand first brushed against her pussy. She gasped at the touch, then began frantically undoing his pants. They were like high school kids in the backseat of a car, fumbling around awkwardly, the mutual stimulation feeling both exciting and new.
Greg's free hand was now on Paige's breast, slipping inside her wrap dress to fondle and pinch her hard nipple. As the pinching got harder, she stroked him faster, his hard cock barely fitting within her fist. She pulled back from the kiss as she also pulled her dress back from her breast, exposing her bare tits beneath. Greg took the hint and began to lick and kiss her breasts, both of them, occasionally taking her nipple between his teeth and pulling back slightly.
She needed him, now, but she also didn't want this fun to stop. She moved her right hand down between her legs. As Greg was rubbing her clit she inserted two fingers into her wet, begging pussy. The gyration of her hips, her thrusting and moaning was too much for Greg. He needed her, too.
He kneeled on the floor and buried his face in her pussy. Paige, both hands gripping the armrests tightly, was pleasantly surprised at this turn of events. Greg's tongue was working on her clit as his fingers were thrusting deeply inside of her. She threw her head back in pleasure and tried to concentrate on suppressing her screams of ecstasy. Who knew an accountant, an allegedly nerdy number-cruncher, could be so great at foreplay?! Paige reached down and began to rub her clit as Greg had now moved his tongue to her pussy, lapping up all the juices contained therein. He'd lick the entire length of her pussy, thrusting his tongue inside her or sucking on her clit.
Paige, feeling guilty for accepting all the pleasure, placed her hands upon either side of his head as she moved her chair back away from him. She got down on the floor, kissed him deeply ... tasting herself on his lips ... then began giving him a mind-blowing blowjob.
Paige took all of Greg's cock slowly into her mouth. She stroked up and down, lubricating the entire length of him, feeling his tip touching the back of her throat. Then, she wrapped her lips around the tip of Greg's cock, her tongue encircling him, and placed one hand at the base of his cock, stroking up until she'd reach her mouth, then back down again. The speed increased in concert with his moaning. Each time she knew he was about to explode, she'd slow down, teasing him, making him last longer. As he would begin to beg, she'd start again, the speed increasing again as he'd become more excited.
Paige was contemplating letting him cum when she sensed someone else was watching. She pulled away and looked up to find her mystery girl from her first appointment leaning against the closed door. She motioned for Paige to be quiet, not to alert Greg, as she began to undress. This woman positioned herself behind Paige's raised ass and began to lick her still wet pussy. As Paige slipped up and down Greg's cock, her entire body moving, this woman's tongue would plunge deeper into Paige's pussy.
Paige couldn't believe her luck ... both of her fantasies here in one room with her. One pleasing her as she pleased the other. One completely unaware of the other's presence. Paige was moaning and groaning, those vibrations exciting Greg even more. He lay there on the floor, his eyes closed. Paige pulled back for a second but kept her hand working him hard and fast. He thought she was just catching her breath, but instead she was preparing to mount him. The mystery woman, now obviously unable to get to Paige's pussy, and wanting some action herself, began to position herself over Greg's mouth. As Paige's pussy engulfed Greg's cock, he opened her eyes wanting to watch her ... to see her breasts bounce as she rode him, to see his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy, to see the expression on her face as his hard cock was so deep inside of her.
Instead, Greg was surprised to find Alison, his co-worker, naked and exposing her pussy to him. WOW! He didn't say a word as she placed a knee on either side of his face, lowering her bare, soft pussy right over his mouth. Paige was bouncing harder and harder on him, not letting up, as she was leaning forward to play with Alison's breasts.
It didn't take much for Alison to cum. She was already so worked up from tasting Paige, from watching the action between Paige and Greg, from seeing any of this at work at all. And Greg! He was always so reserved in the office that she had no idea he had this wild side to him. And that tongue! Men didn't normally know what to do with that. The only time that either woman had had such great oral sex was with another woman. This guy was almost too good to be true. A huge cock and a great tongue.
Greg's mind was reeling but he was trying not to analyze the situation but to just enjoy it. What man ever gets an experience like this without having to beg and plead with his girlfriend? And here he was, in his office, with two women ... neither of whom he was dating ... both of them on top of him, playing with each other. It was too much for him and he knew he couldn't hold out any longer.
Reaching behind Alison, Greg grabbed tightly onto Paige's hips, holding on as his hips lifted off the floor, thrusting himself even deeper into her as he came. At the same time, his tongue was thrusting deeper and deeper into Alison, her knees tightening around his face because she was not going to let him focus just on his cock right now. Paige could feel his cum shooting inside of her. Alison was still not about to let him quit, but he did. The excitement of the moment had him completely spent ... he had no energy left. Paige, after leaning down and taking his cock in her mouth to taste the cocktail of his cum and hers mixed together ... mmmmmm ... was now about to take over Greg's job and take care of Alison.
Greg thought things were over but was pleasantly surprised to see Alison lie down, her knees bent as Paige began to go down on her. He'd never seen two women together outside of porn, and had no idea that Alison had just performed the same actions on Paige. This was even more than he imagined it would be. All of that soft, naked female skin, those soft lips sucking on the bare wet pussy. Watching Alison's hips thrusting and circling. He lay there for a while watching, then moved around the women to get views from every angle, reaching out to touch, the two occasionally touching him but mostly lost in each other. His cock was throbbing again, so he moved behind Paige and stuck his cock back into her waiting pussy. The three were moving in perfect harmony. Hearing Alison moaning Paige's name, hearing Paige's breathing patterns and moaning that indicated she was cumming, was enough for Greg. He shot another load into Paige's pussy. This time, she couldn't help herself and a short scream escaped her lips. She quickly covered her mouth and the three of them had a look of horror replacing their expressions of pure pleasure. Had anyone heard them?
Within seconds, someone knocked on the door. "Is everything okay in there?" asked one of the partners.
Stifling a laugh, Greg shouted back, "We're good. Something just spilled all over Paige and it startled her. We're okay, now. Thanks."
The three lay there on the floor, their naked bodies huddled together, as they laughed and smiled ..... and planned Paige's next appointment.