Message-ID: <6537eli$9803011621@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: davidr8@poboxes.com (David Rogers) Subject: RP: Competitive Women MFF (CH I) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: davidr8@poboxes.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34f988e6.1337918@news.net-connect.net> Competitive Women by David Rogers CHAPTER I It's funny how things turn out. here I was sitting across my office from two women I had gone to high school with back in Burbank. We were now all in our middle forties and had positions of authority in large companies. Jeralyn and Denise had put on a little weight since graduation (the last time I had seen them) but they were still attractive to me and I hoped that I was still attractive to them. My boss had given me final authority on the awarding of a major communications contract for the company. Jeralyn and Denise represented the two finalists and I would have to make the award in the next two weeks. The three of us had been good students but I had never been on the football team and neither of them had been cheerleaders. Like so many others in that position, our lack of high school luster had been the impetus to later success in life. All of us were in six figure jobs and were all headed up the corporate ladder. "So," I concluded, "you'll submit your final proposals and I'll let you know my decision." The girls rose, bid me farewell, and (I noticed) gave each other a dirty look. It was plain to see that both wanted this contract badly enough to do whatever it took to get it. I had always liked competitive women and looked forward to the final round of negotiations. Little did I know that the "competition" would get much more intense and much more personal. I had lunch and settled into my afternoon work. My phone rang and my secretary told me it was Denise. "Ron," she said as I answered,"I have some more figures I would like to give you personally. Could you come over to my house this afternoon." I had a lot of work to do but I wanted to give both sides every opportunity so I agreed to be there in a couple of hours. I drove up to Denise's house in the Valley at the appointed time. It was a large rambling ranch style house located on a big lot with plenty of trees. I parked in the driveway and rang the doorbell. Denise answered and invited me in. It was a sweltering day and she suggested that we meet out by the pool. She picked a man's swimsuit off the couch and threw it to me, She pointed out where I should change and told me how to get to the pool. She'd meet out there after she changed. I slipped into the suit and found the pool area. It was a beautiful olympic size pool surrounded by large palm trees. I walked over to the shady side and sat down on a mat near a table. I didn't have to wait long for Denise. She entered from a door across the way and walked toward me. She wasn't exactly dressed for a business meeting. I had never seen her in anything but a loose fitting dress at school. She was wearing a hot pink two piece bathing suit. It wasn't a skimpy bikini like you see today but was a real two piece suit like daring women wore in the sixties. And she really filled it out. As she slowly walked toward me I got an eye full. She had strong shapely legs. She had a slight paunch in her stomach but her breasts had filled out nicely. They must have been at least 44Ds and the straps of her top were straining to keep them contained as they swayed back and forth with each step. It was a long slow walk and I was sure it was entirely for my benefit. She came up beside me and sat down on the ground at my left. She leaned her well formed hip against my leg, leaned forward to display her tits and smiled seductively. She started to discuss the communications contract as cooly as if we were seated in an office. I listened as she continued her talk, occasionally accentuating her point by stroking my leg with her left hand. A phone that I hadn't noticed before rang on my right. Denise leaned over me with her voluptuous mammaries and answered it. I could tell that the call was from Jeralyn, her competitor. Denise handed the receiver to me saying that Jeralyn wanted to speak to me. It wasn't hard to spot the animosity in Denise's voice. Denise could hear what Jeralyn wanted. She wanted me to come over for the same type of discussion I was having with her. I waivered in my answer and Denise must have decided to try and influence my vote. Without saying a word, she threw her left leg over me, ending up straddling my midsection. She reached behind her neck and undid the strap holding her bathing suit top. The bra cups fell and those incredible tits fell forward in my face. I continued to talk to Jeralyn as Denise picked up a bottle of suntan oil and squeezed out a dab onto her fingers. She then proceeded to slowly and sensuously swirl the oil all over her breasts. She reached down with her free hand and gently grabbed my dick. Needless to say I quickly get rid of Jeralyn. Denise got to her feet and took my hand saying, "Let's go for a swim." I followed her toward the pool as my dick hardened inside the borrowed swim trunks. She led me down the steps at the shallow end of the pool and when we got far enough for the water to reach my chest, she let go of my hand and pushed me into deep water. She swam to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her huge tits into my chest and curled her sexy legs around me. This done, she began a passionate, lingering kiss, ramming her long tongue deep into my open mouth and forcing my dick to full erection. This continued for some minutes. Denise let go of me, backed away and squirmed out of her bathing suit bottom to expose her shaved pussy. She smiled and threw her bathing suit bottom at me. She then dove underwater, thrusting her delectable ass into the air. Grabbing my trunks, she jerked then off exposing my rock hard dick. Like a hungry shark, she wrapped her lips around my member and sucked me to the brink of orgasm. Then the she-shark turned me loose and swam around my back. Climbing onto my back, she again pressed her mammoth breasts into me and began to work her tongue into my left ear. At the same time she reached around and massaged my dick. I was being driven crazy by this woman. She slid slowly and sensuously off my back and swam to the front and tugged me toward the pool steps. She led me out of the water toward a sky blue lounge chair. As we walked she backed her ass hard into my dick every few steps. When we got to the lounge chair, she pushed me down into it and climbed on. She inserted me into her pussy and began a long slow screw. Here is where she started her sales pitch again. As she worked me and drove me on toward orgasm she forced me to name her company as the winning contractor. After I had agreed, she finished me off and walked away. To Be Continued . . . -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |