Tuesday, January 15, 2008

The 2:30 Meeting

“I don’t have a lot of time,” she panted, her fingers clawing at the buttons of my shirt. “I have a board meeting at 2:30.”

“Then shut up,” I advised her, and tossed her on the bed.

She bounced once, a laughing squeal spilling from lips painted power red, then I was coming down on top of her and neither of us were laughing.

This lady and I, I’ll call her Diana, we have some pretty strong chemistry. Even if we start out with a glass of wine and some light conversation, it isn’t very long before we’re rolling around on the bed, vying to see who’s going to end up on top.

A lot of the women who come to see me want to be dominated, and that’s what Diana told me she was looking for when she first contacted me. Not in any real SM sense, but she likes aggressive men in bed, and was tired of what she termed as the “overly sensitive types”. “I want sensitive when my mother’s in the hospital, or when my boss yells at me, or when my cat gets run over,” she told me. “But in bed? I want to get fucked.”

And fuck her I did. But it was apparent to me during that first date that she could give as good as she got. Fucking her is a lot like wrestling – it’s sweaty, and fun, and you never know if you’re going to be on top or have your face pushed into the floor. Diana’s hobby is martial arts training, and it’s made her body firm, and flexible. A fella’s gotta be on his toes to fuck Diana. If we have a lot of time, we can both keep going for hours – it’s pretty great.

But it was after one, and she had a 2:30 meeting, so I was going to have to take charge this time. She was already half out of her tidy silk blouse and working on getting it the rest of the way off, so I left her to it and tackled the skirt. The urge to just shove it to her waist and spread those firm, supple thighs almost overrode my better judgment, but I managed to restrain myself enough to work the zipper and slide it down her legs.

She handed me the blouse and I turned to drape it, along with the skirt, over the chair in the corner. Can’t have wrinkles for the meeting, after all. But as I was being a kind and thoughtful date, she plastered herself against my back, rubbing her bare breasts against my back and nibbling on my earlobe, and then I had to toss her back on the bed again, so it’s her own fault if her blouse isn’t draped quite right.

Diana loves hard sex, and the sharp bites and fingerprint bruises that are often the byproducts of our wrestling matches just make her hotter. Rather than having to be careful not to mark her, she told me once that the sight of those scrapes and discolorations that adorn her skin after an afternoon with me make her smile, and eager for the next time. So I can give my own inner beast free reign.

I let her take over for a few minutes, let her use her hard won strength and agility to roll me around the king sized bed. Our skin was already growing slick with sweat, and I could feel her heart hammer as she pressed her mouth to mine in smashmouth kisses that made all the blood in my head rush to my lap.

Part of me wanted to slow down, to savor the firm curves and heated flesh pressed against me. As strong as Diana is, there’s a sweetness there, a softness that makes me want to sink into her and savor the various flavors and textures that make up this complicated, beautiful, amazing woman.

But the part of me that was attached to my cock, which was ready to go and could feel the wet heat seeping through her panties, said, “fuck that shit” and rolled her to her back.

She immediately bucked, brown eyes laughing up at me as she tried to throw me off. She kept bucking, twisting and writhing against my pinning weight as I worked to get her bra off. It was fairly easy – front closures are indeed a man’s best friend – but there was the problem of how to get at her panties.

If I lifted off her enough to pull them down her legs, she’d use that canny strength to break free, and we really didn’t have time for that. So I simply tore them open.

The stunned look on her face when the fabric rent, well that was priceless. “Those were very expensive panties,” she managed to get out as I slid down her now motionless (maybe it was the shock?) body, and I grinned up at her over the ruined shreds of fabric.

“Take it out of my pay,” I told her, and buried my face in her pussy as she laughed.

By the time I picked my head up again she’d had two thigh clenching orgasms and it was ten minutes to two. I dug a condom out, hastily rolling it on while she was still catching her breath, then pushed her legs back and into her.

We both groaned, her at the suddenness of my entry and me at the snug heat of her. Swollen from the orgasms she’d already had, I’m sure my cock felt like ten feet of solid steel inside her.

“Okay?” I managed to ask as I held myself still and deep inside her, and her eyes drifted open.

“No talk,” she panted, and reached out to clamp her hands on my hips. “Fuck.”

I love the way her vast vocabulary deteriorates when she’s aroused. There’s nothing hotter than a well educated, articulate woman, at the top of her chosen field and feared by many, reduced to disjointed phrases and panting curses by the needs of her body.

I obliged, driving into her hard and fast so the headboard slammed into the wall and she let out a gasping wail every time I hit her cervix. I could feel her tightening around me, faint flutters foreshadowing the orgasm that was coming – and mine wasn’t far off either. Knowing the effect it would have, I leaned down, captured a taut nipple between my teeth, and carefully bit down. Thank God, I thought as she arched beneath me and clamped down around me, and I let myself come.

Later, sitting in traffic, I glanced at the clock in my dashboard and smiled. It was 2:45, and in a boardroom across town Diana was standing at the head of a table full of executives, professional and crisp and completely in charge of the room, her still damp pussy bare under her designer skirt. Her ruined panties? They were in my pocket, a silk and lace trophy - my favorite kind.