enough to wait, to want to hover on the edge of excitement al day, anticipating what might happen tonight. It was like a game he'd
wanted to play with himself—with her, too.
Now his dick physical y hurt. He'd floated somewhere between half-hard and ful -blown erection al day, through meetings, phone cal s, and lunch
with a senior VP. with whom he was doing some important negotiations.
The whole time he'd been fantasizing about Laura Watkins, mystery author, sex kitten. She didn't think she was a sex kitten, that was clear. But he knew she was—he'd seen the proof, and gotten off to it. Her hot little show, combined with their steamy conversation this morning, had excited him
more than anything had in a very long time.
Now, as he sat in his Malibu home in a dark, quiet room lit only by his computer screen, a warm sea breeze wafting through an open window behind
him, he found himself watching the clock, feeling as eager as a teenager getting his first peek at Internet porn. And he began to relive a few of the
fantasies that had grown in his mind around lovely Laura today at times when he most definitely should have been focusing on his work. Yep,
mil ions of dol ars at stake every hour, and he'd been fantasizing about a woman. But he'd felt powerless to stop—the images had simply kept
invading his brain without his permission.
During a meeting with Cressler, Inc's entire board of directors, he'd imagined her in the Jacuzzi in the Vail house, soaping her luscious breasts,
tweaking those hard, pretty nipples, then rising on her knees to run a soapy cloth between her thighs, sighing just like she had last night on the
webcam.
Those visions alone were enough to keep him going for awhile, but by the time he got stuck on hold waiting for one of his investors around eleven,
he'd imagined a sexy Laker girl he'd once dated walking into the master suite's bathroom, just as naked as Laura. Pam possessed a lush, curvy
body, much like sexy Ms. Watkins', so envisioning the two of them together seemed a foregone conclusion for a guy who admittedly got off on the
idea of women fooling around with each other. Pam's long blond hair had been swept up off her neck in a clip, her pussy waxed bare—and he knew
from experience she kept it that way. Laura's hair had hung finer, a warm shade of chestnut, and fel just past her shoulders, but in the fantasy, Pam had moved behind her and pul ed it up into another clip, as wel .
Pam had stepped into the bathtub fil ed with bubble bath and whirling water, kneeling across from Laura, and the two of them had begun to wash
each other's breasts. They giggled and cooed and made him al the harder as he waited on interminable hold. Thank God he'd had a suit jacket to
cover his jutting cock since he'd been sitting in a large, open lobby.
Soon the two lovely women had begun kissing—gentle meetings of moist lips and warm tongues that made him think for a moment he might come
in his pants like a schoolboy. They'd embraced softly, their plump, soapy breasts brushing together. He wondered if Laura had ever been with
another girl outside of his fantasies. He doubted it, but it was nice to think about.
Final y, his investor had come back on the line, reclaiming his attention but not weakening his lust. It had been at lunch with the rambling comptrol er of Ion Electronics that the fantasy had continued. He'd needed to hear what the man was saying—there was a pivotal merger on the horizon and he
couldn't risk fucking it up—but he couldn't help himself. When he'd seen a pretty girl across the restaurant who, at a glance, made him think of Laura Watkins, he'd been taken back to that big bathtub and the two sensual women inside it.
As the Ion comptrol er talked about recent acquisitions adding to the company's value, he'd seen Laura sitting on the edge of the tub, legs parted,
Pam's face in between. Laura had caressed her breasts, just like last night, and she'd moaned and howled
wanted to play with himself—with her, too.
Now his dick physical y hurt. He'd floated somewhere between half-hard and ful -blown erection al day, through meetings, phone cal s, and lunch
with a senior VP. with whom he was doing some important negotiations.
The whole time he'd been fantasizing about Laura Watkins, mystery author, sex kitten. She didn't think she was a sex kitten, that was clear. But he knew she was—he'd seen the proof, and gotten off to it. Her hot little show, combined with their steamy conversation this morning, had excited him
more than anything had in a very long time.
Now, as he sat in his Malibu home in a dark, quiet room lit only by his computer screen, a warm sea breeze wafting through an open window behind
him, he found himself watching the clock, feeling as eager as a teenager getting his first peek at Internet porn. And he began to relive a few of the
fantasies that had grown in his mind around lovely Laura today at times when he most definitely should have been focusing on his work. Yep,
mil ions of dol ars at stake every hour, and he'd been fantasizing about a woman. But he'd felt powerless to stop—the images had simply kept
invading his brain without his permission.
During a meeting with Cressler, Inc's entire board of directors, he'd imagined her in the Jacuzzi in the Vail house, soaping her luscious breasts,
tweaking those hard, pretty nipples, then rising on her knees to run a soapy cloth between her thighs, sighing just like she had last night on the
webcam.
Those visions alone were enough to keep him going for awhile, but by the time he got stuck on hold waiting for one of his investors around eleven,
he'd imagined a sexy Laker girl he'd once dated walking into the master suite's bathroom, just as naked as Laura. Pam possessed a lush, curvy
body, much like sexy Ms. Watkins', so envisioning the two of them together seemed a foregone conclusion for a guy who admittedly got off on the
idea of women fooling around with each other. Pam's long blond hair had been swept up off her neck in a clip, her pussy waxed bare—and he knew
from experience she kept it that way. Laura's hair had hung finer, a warm shade of chestnut, and fel just past her shoulders, but in the fantasy, Pam had moved behind her and pul ed it up into another clip, as wel .
Pam had stepped into the bathtub fil ed with bubble bath and whirling water, kneeling across from Laura, and the two of them had begun to wash
each other's breasts. They giggled and cooed and made him al the harder as he waited on interminable hold. Thank God he'd had a suit jacket to
cover his jutting cock since he'd been sitting in a large, open lobby.
Soon the two lovely women had begun kissing—gentle meetings of moist lips and warm tongues that made him think for a moment he might come
in his pants like a schoolboy. They'd embraced softly, their plump, soapy breasts brushing together. He wondered if Laura had ever been with
another girl outside of his fantasies. He doubted it, but it was nice to think about.
Final y, his investor had come back on the line, reclaiming his attention but not weakening his lust. It had been at lunch with the rambling comptrol er of Ion Electronics that the fantasy had continued. He'd needed to hear what the man was saying—there was a pivotal merger on the horizon and he
couldn't risk fucking it up—but he couldn't help himself. When he'd seen a pretty girl across the restaurant who, at a glance, made him think of Laura Watkins, he'd been taken back to that big bathtub and the two sensual women inside it.
As the Ion comptrol er talked about recent acquisitions adding to the company's value, he'd seen Laura sitting on the edge of the tub, legs parted,
Pam's face in between. Laura had caressed her breasts, just like last night, and she'd moaned and howled
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