by Rose St. Andrews
Mariah sashayed up the low stone steps of the restaurant. She grinned, not having to look around to know that every man within sight of her was drooling, and their women were shooting daggers at her with their eyes. Southwest Florida was quite warm, even in October, and that was yet another excuse for her to go with her slinkiest dress.
She opened her little clutch purse, diamond-studded (of course), and pulled out a tiny mister of the latest Chanel fragrance. Actually, that wasn't quite true; the bottle was beyond merely their latest creation, it wasn't yet available to the public. Amazing what a little judicious application of good old fashioned bribery can achieve. She also had to chuckle to think about the inverse relationship between the size of the bottle and its price. The stuff cost a mint! A little spritz to her neck, more to her left wrist, which she rubbed against her right, and she was ready.
"Table for one," she said to the host.
"I... y-yes, Miss. I mean, it'll be about ten minutes," he stammered. "Would you care to wait in the lounge?"
She looked where he was gesturing. It was a fine place: marble bar top, mahogany paneling and glass shelves full of some truly top of the line liquor.
"That'll be fine," he replied with a smile.
She gave her name, got a pager, and headed into the lounge. Yeah, between her looks and intoxicating aroma, she had him under her spell. She almost needed a step-stool to park her firm little ass on the high leather seat, but she made it.
"Well, well-well, as I live and breathe heavily, it's the 'Powerful Pixie'," a familiar voice said.
Mariah spun to her right and gasped. "Chris? Holy shit, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I live here, ever since my company went belly-up. You?"
"Vacation," she said, licking her lips.
Okay, it wasn't entirely true, but she wasn't about to tell a former rival her personal business. He sat next to her. Given his height, he easily slid down to the seat, and turned to the bartender.
"The lady will have a Cosmo, straight up, Grey Goose Citron, and make it a double."
She grinned. "You never forget. So, you here with anyone?"
"You mean am I seeing anyone?"
"Why, I have no idea what you're talking about, sir. Your personal life is of no interest to me!" She rotated her stool so as to give him a great profile view, which accentuated her breasts, stuck her nose in the air, and did the classic humph.
He smirked and held out her drink to her. "You never change, Mariah. Attitude that can cut steel and a figure that can melt it."
"Thank you for noticing," she replied, turning and taking the glass.
They ended up having dinner together and happily chatted the evening away. Well, except for one thing, he did scold her about her clothes. She was in a slinky blue dress - backless, no bra, (the 'girls' practically bursting from the low-cut front), high slit on the sides, and she was in super-high heels. It was a long dress, it hung to her calves, but it was very light and sheer (her red silk thong was easy to see).
"I mean, really, Mariah, could you be any more blatant in your use of sex appeal?"
She laughed, heaving her chest with each deep breath. "Hey, you use what nature gives you to get what you want."
Her toes curled, and she was glad they were hidden under the table. His scolding excited her, but she wasn't about to admit it.
He frowned and slowly nodded. "Yeah, as I recall, back when I was a stockbroker, I was always playing catch-up with your company. You always used insider info to get the good deals, and I often lost out."
"Why, sir, I have no idea what you're talking about," she said smugly. "The use of insider info would be a violation of SEC rules."
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill. It's not what you know, it's what you can prove, and no one could ever prove anything with you."
"Come on, let's not dwell on the past, let's talk about the future. How about we get together tomorrow for some fun?"
To that, he readily agreed. After that, dinner was very pleasant. Yet, in the back of her mind, Mariah was teased by something. She didn't quite understand what it was, but just the memory of his scolding words, his tone, and the subtle way he wagged his finger at her. They all blended in her mind and crotch to excite her. That night, back in her luxury suite at the hotel, her dreams tormented her with images of her sitting on a high stool, her head down, and Chris scolding her about being a bad girl. She woke drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids, and was never so glad to get dressed and on her way.
They met up for brunch, and then Chris showed her the town. Naples was an incredible city and it just about screamed money and power. She could understand why he'd moved there. They went to the Philharmonic, shopping (she spent a lot), and - of all things - a teddy bear museum! Mariah loved it, and he bought her a big fluffy bear. After that, they did something she hadn't done since high school: he took her rollerblading. They zipped along the beach, the cool ocean breeze wafting about them, and she was impressed with his strength and endurance. She was fit and twenty-five, whereas he was forty-three. She thought sure he'd poop out inside of an hour. Yet, seeing him in his little shorts and tank top, his body so nicely tanned, it was very clear that he was equally fit.
She enjoyed the view, namely the view of him as she skated along behind him, but it proved her undoing. The sight of those firm buns was distracting, and when they came to a sharp curve, she took it too fast. A spin, a stumble, and down she went - right on her own perky butt.
"Ouch!" she howled.
Chris slammed on his brakes, turned his head, and saw her down. Concern on his face, he raced back, and got to her just as she rose to stand.
"You okay?"
She grimaced, her hands starting to move to rub, but she managed to abort the act. To do that in front of him, and in public, was way too embarrassing.
"Yeah, fine, no problem. Just a little tumble. Come on, race you to that dock up ahead," she said quickly, trying to change the subject.
She took off, he followed, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Yeah, she hurt! Still, at least she was able to hide it. They played for a while longer, and then got hungry. Chris had a reservation at some fancy restaurant. They skipped it, hit a fast food place, and were back at her hotel room in no time.
They got naked, got in the bed, and got to it! Rolling about, Chris caressed and kissed her entire body. His hands were strong yet supple, and his touch magical. Mariah was impressed; here was a man who clearly knew how to make love to a lady. She rubbed his strong chest and rock-hard stomach, and then felt something else he had that was quite hard. Yet he took his time. His cock slowly entered her, his hands playing up and down her firm thighs. They rolled over and she squeaked. Her poor bottom sent a bolt of pain through her. The thing was, its destination was between her legs. She moaned, grabbed him, and saw stars. He pulled her close, his arms and legs wrapping about her. She was trapped and controlled and protected.
It was thrilling. He rolled onto his back and forced her up and on him, and thrust into her. Then his hands cupped and squeezed her battered behind. Her eyes grew wide, she gasped and arched her back, and fire ignited in her pussy. She couldn't believe her body's reactions, she was close to cumming. He raked his fingernails across her sore cheeks, and she lost it. She moaned out a climax, he thrust into her again, and shot his hot load. That pushed her over the edge, and waves of delight enveloped her mind and body.
Next morning, she woke with a start and sat up, wincing. She quickly got out of bed and scanned the room. It was clear he was already up and dressed as his clothes were gone. Had he left? Then she heard the toilet flush and smiled. The full-length mirror was before her, so she turned and looked over her shoulder to inspect her damage. At that moment, the bathroom door opened.
"Whoa, baby, talk about a major bruise. You okay?"
She spun to face him, blushing. Then she truly turned bright red. She was standing before him completely naked, and he towered over her and was dressed in his nice jeans and a polo shirt.
"Oh, ah, um... yeah, it's n-not as bad as it looks," she stammered, lying.
He stepped back into the bathroom, grabbed a small tube, and moved to sit on the end of the bed. "Here, let me help you out. I'll put some lotion on you."
She smiled and moved to stand before him. "Ohhh, aren't you sweet? Thank, I-whoa! Chris, what are you doing?"
She had started to turn around so she could bend over in front of him, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her across his lap. Now, lying there, squirming and grimacing at the position and his touch, her breathing sped up and she started to sweat.
"Mariah, relax, this is the easiest way to apply it," he replied casually.
The swirling of his fingers, the coolness of the cream, the supple feel of his jeans, and the firmness of his muscles all drove her wild. She positively trembled with excitement.
"Yeah, okay, it's easiest," she whined. "It's also embarrassing. Come on, finish and let me up! I haven't been in this position since I was a kid."
"Oh, naughty girl?"
"No, birthday spanking."
"Oh, so you were always a good girl, eh?"
She looked over her shoulder at him and snorted. "Me? Ha! No, just very sneaky."
"You are so bad."
She gasped and shivered more. His words excited her, her position made her toes curl, and his touch hurt. Yet it was a different sort of hurt. It made her heart pound and her pussy twitch. She couldn't help it, she pushed her ass back and up into his hand. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She wanted to agree with him, to admit all her previous transgressions, but her brain wouldn't let her. Instead, she wiggled and squirmed, her mind and body in conflict.
"Mariah, would you hold still," he scolded.
That tone was the last straw, she was reduced to his naughty little girl, and her brain switched off. Then it was forced back into action when he clamped her legs between his! Back went her hands and he easily pinned them behind her back. Her excitement level went through the roof!
"Ack! Chris, you let me go this instant," she demanded. "I don't like this one bit!"
He snickered, his fingers lingering at the low spot of her butt crack. "Oh really? I beg to differ, little girl. From what I'm seeing, you love this."
Her brow wrinkled, then her eyebrows shot up, and she gasped. His fingers had entered her. She heaved on his lap, squirming and fighting for release. It was pointless. Chris had her under his control, and his fingers were pure magic. They slid in and out of her pussy, teasing and tickling her clit and g-spot, and then returned to pinch and caress her tender cheeks.
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