The Meeting (Reprise)

Another meeting with a client. Some days just drag on and I wasn’t looking forward to this meeting. My mind tends to drift to more interesting things, just to keep myself amused. I was there with three colleagues who as usual, would take over the talking, leaving me to feel like I wasn’t part of their world at all. I had dressed sensibly for the day. Smart business attire. I liked to be taken seriously, even if my colleagues couldn’t seem to manage it most of the time.

I sat opposite our clients, two men, after doing the usual handshakes and small talk. One was doing most of the talking. The other seemed a little distant, like he as in some sort of daydream. I wanted to be there with him, to join him in his daydream, but I knew I couldn’t afford to let my mind wander. I needed to stay sharp for this meeting. Still, a little daydreaming couldn’t do any harm could it? Mr Daydream was gazing into the distance, and I took the opportunity to examine his face and upper body. I liked what I saw; the curve of his shoulders, the hint of his biceps beneath his business shirt. I imagined running my fingers over them, and felt that familiar tingle building between my thighs. I had my legs crossed and a skirt on. I gently began to squeeze my legs together, trying to build up a slow pleasurable rhythm. I started drifting off, the pleasure beginning to take over, the meeting noise now a low hum in the background.

I felt a hand grab my hair from behind and yank it back hard. I looked up, unable to look anywhere else, and saw him standing there, Mr Daydream, a look of pure lust in his eyes. He leaned down towards me, his breath rasping in my ear. He told me to pull my skirt up to my hips and spread my legs. My heart was pounding wildly as I did what he asked. He released my hair and made his way around to the front of me, dropping to his knees. He ran his fingers underneath my panties, lightly brushing my pussy, making me shudder at each stroke. With one swift movement he drove two fingers inside me and I arched in response. His head went down. He was on me, on my clit, flicking and sucking as his fingers drove into me. I pushed against him, willing my orgasm to arrive. He sensed it coming closer and immediately stopped. He had my hair again, a firm handful, as he bent me over the boardroom table and slid his cock into me. He drove into me harder and faster as I began to beg for release. I reached for my clit and began to rub furiously. I could hear he was nearing orgasm, and that spurred me on. I wanted to come with him, to let him ride my waves as he rode his own. I felt him release inside me as my own juice mixed with his. He slowed down his thrusting and released my hair, trailing his fingers gently down my back. We remained joined together motionless, until our breathing slowed and he began to slide out of me.

I opened my eyes to turn and look at him but instead saw my colleagues looking at me quizzically. I was still in the meeting. He was still there. So was his colleague. I had my clothes on and so did he. We wrapped up the meeting with handshakes and small talk. We turned and walked out. As I exited the room I felt a gentle tug on my hair. I turned to look at him, and he smiled and shrugged.