The first job I had after graduate school was with a graphic design company. By small, I mean there were about twenty people employed and, while it was considered up and coming, the company that hadn’t yet solidified its reputation.
Anyways, my decision to work there – as opposed to another more established company that had offered me a better pay/benefits package – was made after meeting the woman who ran the company.
After being interviewed by the personnel director and a project manager I was offered the position. This happened on a Friday afternoon and after I had asked for the weekend to consider both offers, the personnel director suggested that I meet the company’s president/owner.
The personnel director asked me to wait in the lobby for a few minutes and when he returned, he led me to the boss’s office. The office was spacious – furnished with a leather sofa and two comfortable chairs as well as desk, coffee table and small conference table. It became quickly evident to me that the boss was female.
She was busy doing some sketching on a drawing pad when we entered but put it aside when the personnel director & I arrive. When she stood up, I could only stare.
If one word could describe her it was stunning! I’d say early forties, five feet seven, auburn hair and likely a 36-24-36 figure. She was wearing a black skirt, a cream colored silk blouse – seductively unbuttoned to display her um, uh, pearl necklace. When she walked over to introduce herself, I noticed she had apparently slipped out of her heels and was in black nylon stocking feet.
I immediately thought of Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate’ and Lady Sonia from my favorite porn site. From her smile, I knew she knew she had me. She nodded to the personnel director, Larry, who was waiting by the door, and he left her office, quietly closing the door behind him.
Shaking my hand she said: “Hi Mark. I’m Jayne.”
She had a sultry voice ala Kathleen Turner and continued: “I heard great things about you from Larry and hope we can convince you to join JBG.”
I took a deep breath – appreciating the faint fragrance of her perfume, and while I felt the urge to kiss her on the spot and blurting out that I didn’t need any more convincing, I simply smiled and said: “Pleased to meet you.”
She walked over to a shelf near her desk – allowing me a glimpse of her fine ass, and took a bottle of wine off the shelf along with two glasses. She them down on her desk and asked if I’d like a glass of wine. I was a little surprised to hear her ask that, but decided that if that if this was the way a gorgeous businesswoman did things, I was eagerly on-board.
The wine did help calm me down and Jayne noticed it – as I had drunk it rather quickly. She told me she knew I would be nervous. She explained that her philosophy on running a business was to understand the pressures of the work and balance that by offering an environment that allowed people to relax as much as possible.
She said she was competitive by nature but after getting the business off the ground, determined that she needed to become more laid back to keep her employees happy, productive and willing to work for her.
She asked me about college and grad school. She poured more wine and inquired about other interests. I told her I liked running, cycling and camping. Jayne told me that she ran on occasion and that there was a weight room along with men’s and women’s locker rooms in the basement of the building.
She seemed to imply that running and workouts were encouraged and if I wasn’t already sold on working for this woman, that idea would have done it. Jayne poured yet another glass of wine for us and asked me about my family. She then asked if I was married or had a girlfriend. I told her that there were a few women that I dated but no serious relationship yet. She smiled and then looked at her watch.
“So, Mark, what do you think? Would you like to work for JBG?” she asked.
I wanted to let her know somehow that she had convinced me this would be a good move, so I nodded and said: “It would be a pleasure to work for you.”
She smiled and said: “Great! I think you’ll enjoy working here. I’ll buzz Larry and have him bring in an employment agreement for you to sign.”
A minute later, Larry knocked on the door and entered. He suggested that I return to his office since there was quite a stack of forms to complete. He nodded to Jayne and mentioned that she probably had some things to finish before leaving. Jayne said that she did and when I stood, she came over and offered her hand. She told me she was pleased I would be joining them.
As I followed Larry to his office, I noticed that despite it being 5:30 on a Friday evening, there were several people still working. There were a couple attractive young women – which reaffirmed my decision to take the job as a good one. Maybe it was the wine that made the paperwork take longer than expected.
When I finally finished, it was close to seven o’clock. Larry told me he had to scoot and that I should ask for him on Monday morning. He would get me set up in the office. We shook hands and as we did, he asked if I could find my way out. I assured him that I could and after he left, I gathered my papers and put them in my briefcase.
I guess I made the wrong turn because instead of finding the exit, I found myself at Jayne’s office. The door was slightly ajar and the room softly lit by lamps. I thought it was my imagination when I heard soft moans of pleasure emanating from within. I quietly pushed the door open a little more so I could peer in and was shocked at seeing Jayne sitting on the leather couch.
I noticed her panties and nylons on the floor next to her. She had her skirt hiked up and legs spread wide as her fingers busily played with her pussy. Standing nearby, an attractive woman was taking pictures of Jayne.
Even though the photographer was fully clothed, I saw that she was a knockout: blonde hair, long legs, nice ass, maybe twenty five or six. When she kneeled down, I knew she was getting some close-ups of Jayne’s pussy. I began to rub my cock – imagining how wet it would feel, when I was startled by voices somewhere down the corridor. Instead of hiding and returning for more of this erotic show,
I rushed away in the opposite direction of the voices and found and exit that lead to the lobby of the building. I got my bearings and located a men’s restroom. Once inside, I put my briefcase down, moved to the urinal and freed the still hard cock from my trousers. Precum was oozing from the tip as I gripped my cock and began to pump it.
I closed my eyes to revisit the scene I had witnessed just moments ago. Within seconds, cum was splashing the porcelain wall of the urinal. Afterwards, on the ride home as well as over the weekend, I wondered what I might be getting myself into.
When I arrived at work on Monday, I was given a small office and Larry walked around with me to introduce me to other employees. There were two project managers who made assignments and reviewed work.
My project manager’s name was Craig and after we met for about an hour, he gave me a list of projects I would be involved with over the next few months. Despite initial visions I had of orgies and one-on-one sexual encounters, I settled into the job and those thoughts fell to the back of my mind.
I really liked the people I worked with and discovered that the laid back philosophy that Jayne had conveyed in our first meeting really was conducive to being productive. Of course there were deadlines, but no one was looking over anyone’s shoulder or piling on additional work.
The only pressure I felt was that which I put on myself. For example, like how several weeks later I was working late on a Friday because I knew I was taking Monday to spend a long weekend away at a friend’s wedding.
Hoping to get a little ahead of schedule on an advertising project, I was sketching some edits on a design I had already loaded onto my computer. I was lost in thought when Jayne’s recognizable sultry voice startled me. I looked up and she was standing next to my chair holding a glass of wine.
She was wearing a light grey silk blouse with a couple of buttons seductively undone to go with navy slacks. And, as I had gotten used to seeing around the office, she wasn’t wearing shoes over her nylon stockings.
“Hi Mark. It’s already after seven on a Friday night. You must have better things to do,” she said.
I began to explain how I was taking Monday off and wanted to get a little ahead of things.
Jayne laughed and said: “You don’t have to work late on a Friday to do that. Why don’t you call it a night and join me for a glass of wine in my office. Besides, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about a project I’ve been working on.”
I wasn’t about to argue with her, so I saved, shut down my computer and followed Jayne to her office. I sat down in one of the leather chairs while she got the bottle of wine and another glass from the shelf behind her desk. As she was doing that she asked if I had heard anything about bonuses that are given for special projects she occasionally has. I told her I hadn’t. She placed the wine down on the coffee table between us and sat down in the other leather chair.
She explained: “I give a bonus to people who assist me on projects I sometimes do on the side. Sometimes it’s an employee who helps me. Sometimes it’s a friend or acquaintance.”
Jayne noticed how quickly I had finished my wine and refilled my glass. I was recently thinking about a new car, so the thought of bonus work intrigued me.
“I would be interested in earning the bonus,” I told her.
“Great!” she replied. “I need to go to the ladies room and will be right back to show you what I’m working on.”
I was either nervous or thirsty because I polished off my second glass of wine and poured more into my glass. Jayne came back and closed the door behind her. She also flipped off the lights leaving the room more softly lit by a lamp behind the leather chairs.
Jayne went over to her desk and sat down. She began doing something with her computer.
“Come over and have a look Mark,” she told me.
When I was standing next to her she clicked on a file and I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. It was a photograph of a woman masturbating and even though the woman’s face was not visible in the photo, I knew who it was. Four weeks had passed since I witnessed Jayne being photographed in her office, but the image of it was clear in my mind like it had happened yesterday.
I must have gulped or moaned because Jayne asked if anything was wrong.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I managed to reply. “I’m just, well; I’m sort of surprised to be looking at this.”
She smiled and clicked on a few more of the photos. I stared at them and my cock reacted – stiffening in my pants.
“Just so you don’t think I’m some kind of pervert here, Mark, let me explain a little bit about this special project,” Jayne said.
She opened the desk drawer and took out a sketch pad. She looked at the photo that was currently displayed on the computer and then flipped the sketchbook open to a page that showed a penciled sketch of the very same photo. The sketch was an excellent rendition of it – with very clear details.
Jayne explained: “I’ve been hired to do illustrations for a new sex manual.
“Do you remember ‘The Joy of Sex‘?” she asked.
I told her I did.
Jayne continued, “This will be similar. but more erotic. It may include some erotic stories as well.”
She clicked on more photos of the woman I knew was her and then flipped to a corresponding sketch of each. I was amazed at how good the illustrations were. I also knew that with me standing beside her desk chair, there was no hiding the fact that I was hard.
She smiled and said: “I can tell you like them.”
I laughed nervously and replied: “These are great!”
Her close-up sketches were unbelievably vivid and the fine detailing made it seem like the pussy, her pussy, was wet.
“You’re probably curious about how your assisting me works,” Jayne said.
She reached down to her right to a desk drawer that was actually a safe. She worked the combination and took out a sheet of paper that was titled ‘Agreement of Understanding‘.
She handed it to me and, as I looked it over, Jayne explained that those who assist her are either involved in taking photos or being photographed.
“No one’s face will appear in the book. Photos will be either taken so that a person’s face doesn’t appear in the frame or edited/cropped out if it does,” she said.
I noted that the agreement stated that photos would not be disseminated to the internet or for any publication. It also said that photos would be destroyed after use per artistic purposes for the book.
I read that all project work would be conducted during non-business hours and involvement in the project would be kept strictly confidential. The agreement had a signature line for the participant and Jayne.
I sipped some wine and said: “I think I’d be willing to help you on this.”
Jayne smiled and told me she had hoped so. She handed me a pen to sign the agreement. Once I did, she signed it and told me she would leave a copy in my mailbox Monday. She said the original would be kept in her safe. Then she reached into a different desk drawer and took out a camera.
“Do you need me to take some pictures?” I asked hopefully.
“No, what I have in mind is to get some photos of you. I need some good shots of cock and of a guy stroking it,” she told me.
Just hearing her say this excited me and when she asked me if I thought I could do this I told her yes.
Jayne said: “What I’m thinking would be erotic would be to have you strip down to your boxers.She paused and then asked, You are a boxer’s guy, aren’t you?”
I told her I was.
She continued: “So you would strip down to your boxers and the first photos would be of your cock sticking out through the fly.”
I nervously sipped more wine as she further described the photo shoot: “A few photos would be of you stroking your cock that way. Then a few more would be taken with your boxers pulled down to mid thigh. If that sounds okay with you, we should get started.”
I gulped down the rest of my wine and asked where I should go. She told me to go over in front of the couch where she can adjust the lighting. I walked over and took off my shirt – leaving me in a sleeveless tee shirt.
“Hmmm, you can leave the tee shirt on,” she told me.
I then took off my shoes followed by my pants. My cock was stiff under my boxers. Jayne got up from her desk with the camera. She walked over and turned down the lighting of the lamp’s three-way bulb.
She then stood about five feet in front of me and sensually said: “Mmmm, now take that nice hard cock out.”
I did as she instructed, slipping it through the fly of my boxers. Jayne took a couple of pictures and then told me to squeeze my cock so that a drop of precum would appear on the tip. When I did, Jayne took a close up. She then told me to smear the precum around my cock head so she could capture a glistening effect. After a couple photos that way, she told me to grip my cock. I did as I was told.
“Slip you boxers down in front, so they’re just below your balls,” Jayne directed.
My cock was throbbing and Jayne took several more shots of it – with and without my hand on it.
“Okay, just a few more and we’re done. Cup your balls – first without gripping your cock. Then, I want you to grip it,” she said.
She took the final few pictures and then in her sexy voice that seemed a little shaky – as though she had been working out, she said: “Okay. That’s it. You can get dressed now.”
I started pulling my boxers up over my throbbing cock and stood there a moment watching Jayne return to her desk. She sat down and put the camera away.
Looking up at me she said: “I’ll bet you’re disappointed but you have to remember that this isn’t about sex.”
I nodded and reluctantly began putting my clothes back on. She poured more wine and returned to take a seat in one of the leather chairs. When I was dressed, I walked over to the other leather chair and took a seat. I was still worked up and took a big gulp of wine to try and settle myself.
“Are you doing okay?” Jayne asked.
“I guess,” I told her.
“I have an idea,” she said.
“What’s that?” I asked – taking another big sip of wine.
“Stand behind the chair a minute and I’ll show you something,” she told me.
I got up and stood behind her. I was surprised when she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a red lace bra and a wonderful view of her cleavage.
I was about to reach down and cup a breast when she must have read my mind. “No touching,” she purred.
I wanted to so badly, but she was my boss and this was her territory. I put my hands on top of the chair.
“I know you want to cum and that’s okay,” Jayne said. “But I want you to just listen to me as you rub against the back of the chair.”
She whispered in a sexy voice that underneath her slacks she was wearing black nylons and a red garter belt. She told me to look at her bra and said she had matching red lace bikini panties that felt very wet. Jayne was driving me crazy so I once again, undid my pants and they fell to the floor as I continued grinding my cock up against the soft leather chair.
I saw her place a hand between her legs. She told me she loved seeing my cock and taking pictures of it. She rubbed herself seductively and said her pussy was feeling very wet.
“What do you think it would be like to have your tongue on my pussy right now, Mark?” she whispered.
I closed my eyes – remembering the sight of her pussy from several weeks ago that was refreshed by the photos she had shown me a little earlier. I imagined myself kneeling between her legs and saw myself tasting the sweet wetness – all the while humping the chair more desperately.
Jayne must have heard me panting and she urged me on whispering: “I want you to cum.”
That’s all it took. I felt my balls tighten and the surge of my ejaculation forcefully spurting through and out of my cock. I moaned and held onto the chair as my throbbing cock pressed into the slick back of it. When my orgasm subsided, my knees felt weak and boxers were sopped with cum. Jayne stood up, buttoning her blouse. She smiled at me and mentioned it was time to get going.
“Those boxers look too wet to wear,” Jayne observed. “Give them to me.”
I slipped out of them and handed them to her. She put them up to her face, took a deep breath and then slipped them into her pocketbook. I quickly dressed and followed her as she hurried out of the office. I walked her to her car. Before getting in, Jayne thanked me for the help and told me to have a nice long weekend.
After my weekend away, I didn’t see Jayne at all the following week. She apparently was out of town on business for most of it. I did, however, meet Nicole — the woman I watched photographing Jayne the day I interviewed and decided to work for JBGraphics.
I was in the fitness room in the basement of the building; stretching before taking a lunchtime run when she came in. She was wearing running shorts and a sports bra – sweaty from having run herself. There were some other people working out that she apparently knew and exchanged greetings with them.
I watched her. Her blonde hair was up in a pony tail and she also had a nice tan. Her figure was one that she obviously paid attention to. Every part of her looked firm. She grabbed a towel and as she was drying herself, she surprised me by coming over to me, extending her hand and introducing herself.
She told me her name and said she worked in the 2nd floor law firm as a legal secretary. I told her my name and that I worked at JBGraphics.
She smiled, telling me that she was good friends with Jayne. Then she said she had to stretch a little, shower and get back to work. I told her I needed to get going on my run and be back for a meeting. She then said maybe we can run together sometime. I smiled and said that would be nice.
Two days later, I returned to my desk from a project review with Craig and had a voicemail from Nicole that said she was going for a run around 12:30 and that she would see me in the fitness room if I could make it. Of course I did, and thoroughly enjoyed her company and conversation as we did a casual three miles.
I discovered she was twenty six years old and lived in the city with two other friends. We agreed to run again the next day and continued that into the following week.
I found her to be funny, engaging and flirtatious which, combined with her attractiveness, made me horny. After our run on Friday, I asked if she had any plans for the weekend. She mentioned that she had to work a few hours on Saturday morning because one of the attorneys in the firm has a big trial on Monday and that she had plans with friends on Saturday night and Sunday.
When I asked if she might be able to join me for a drink, maybe a quick bite after work, she looked genuinely pleased and told me yes. So I suggested we meet at a casual restaurant that was a favorite hang-out nearby.
“Sounds like a plan,” she said.
After work I drove to the restaurant. As I was getting out of my car, Nicole pulled in. It had been hot the past few days, but we decided to sit on the patio out back overlooking the lake. Despite it being Friday, there were tables available because of the heat.
Nicole and I shared an appetizer. I drank beers while she sipped margaritas. The evening seemed to fly by as we enjoyed each other’s company. I finally asked her the question that had been on my mind since we first met.
“How do you know Jayne?” I asked.
She blushed and disclosed that Jayne had come up to the law firm to talk to one of the attorneys who did some legal work for JBGraphics. While she waited they got acquainted. Then before going in to meet with the lawyer, Nicole said that Jayne had recruited her for a special side project she was involved in.
“Why do you ask?” Nicole wanted to know.
“Just curious,” I told her, not ready to disclose my suspicions yet.
I was surprised when she moved her chair closer to mine, put her hand on my leg and leaned in to whisper how much she liked me. I turned, looked at her for a second, and then we kissed. It was briefly at first; then we embraced to have a long, erotic, tongue-dancing one that made me hard.
“Mmmm,” Nicole murmured when our lips parted, her fingers rubbing gently along the inside of my thigh.
I so wanted to fuck her. I was about to say that we should go back to my apartment when her cell phone rang. She flipped it open to identify the caller then said hi. She got up from the table, held a finger up to indicate one minute and walked to the other side of the patio.
About a minute later, she came back to the table and told me she had to leave. I asked if something was wrong. She said one of her roommates had misplaced her keys.
She needed a ride and to be able to get into the apartment. Nicole leaned over to give me a brief kiss and told me she would call me later. I was disappointed but had no say in the matter. After she left, I finished my beer, paid the bill and went home. A few hours later, Nicole called and bemoaned the fact that she had to leave — as well as having to get up for work in the morning.
She asked me if I might want to meet her and go for a run or to lunch around mid-day. I was delighted she had asked. I told her that I was actually planning to go to the office for a couple of hours so we could do either.
Saturday morning I got to the office around ten and noticed Nicole’s car in the parking lot. The office was dark, so I turned on some lights, got to my desk and quickly lost myself in the project I was working on. I was startled when two hands circled me from behind and a female voice sexily whispered hello in my ear. Nicole had taken me by surprise.
She rubbed my chest while nibbling my neck. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and her fingers lightly brushed against my nipples before moving down over my stomach. My cock got hard and she whispered that she wanted to make up for what we didn’t get to last night.
I got off my chair and turned towards her. She was wearing a short black skirt and beige silk blouse that had three buttons undone. Her nipples were visible through the blouse’s material and I knew she had taken off her bra. We embraced — our lips and tongues desperately meeting each other’s.
As I pressed myself against her, she gripped my cock through my pants and I ran a hand up between her thighs to discover she wasn’t wearing panties. My fingers lightly brushed over her pussy lips. She was already wet. I then held the palm of my hand against her slit as she began to grind against it.
She said we should find a sofa or something and I immediately thought of Jayne’s office. I was about to suggest that, but then decided not to since Jayne often came to work on weekends. So instead, I said we should use the conference room.
I had occasionally fantasized about fucking someone on a conference room table and that opportunity was about to present itself. I told Nicole to wait in the conference room and that I wanted to take a quick check around to make sure no one was working.
The place was still empty, so when I got back to Nicole we just went wildly at each other — passionately kissing and groping each other. Nicole unbuckled and unzipped my pants which fell to the floor. She stroked my cock through my boxers with a strong grip as I finished unbuttoning her blouse. I removed it and dropped it to the floor.
I quickly tore off my shirt and removed my boxers then spun Nicole around — telling her to lean over the table. As she did, I moved behind her and lifted her skirt up to her waist — exposing her lovely, firm ass.
I grabbed her hips and moved against her — first sliding my cock against her crack and then, with the help of her hand, was guided into the warm wetness of her pussy. My cock bore into her and then I slowly eased out. I reached around her to fondle her breasts and nipples.
She leaned her head back towards mine and told me how good it felt. Then she whispered: “Jayne’s here…”
Hearing this, I actually had the urge to run. I felt my cock begin to soften. Nicole must have felt that as well as me tensing up. She told me Jayne wouldn’t mind and urged me to keep fucking her. She said her pussy needed me. The power of her words calmed me down and I grabbed her hips again as I thrust my hardening cock into her.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Jayne smiling as she approached us — holding her camera. She came right up beside me and I felt her fingers lightly brush against my ass.
“This is nice,” she cooed. “Perfect actually…” and began taking photos.
She got underneath the table, kneeling right beneath us and began taking close-ups of my cock pounding Nicole’s pussy. To hear Nicole moaning and know Jayne was busy at work below us was very exciting. Nicole was grinding her pussy against my cock more furiously. I fucked her harder — my balls slapping against her sweet ass as I did.
My cock nearly slipped out of Nicole when she came — bucking wildly against me and moaning fiercely before her upper body collapsed satiated on the table. This triggered my own orgasm. I firmly grasped her hips and ejaculated what felt to be an endless amount of cum deep inside her.
I heard Jayne moving around underneath the table taking pictures and an occasional Mmmm,escaped her lips.
Then she said to me: “That is so hot! Your cum is dripping out of her pussy. Come look.”.
I eased myself away from Nicole and kneeled on the floor next to Jayne. Jayne’s blouse was partially unbuttoned and her skirt was hiked up pretty high — giving me a glimpse of her panties. From the way she was breathing and how flush her face looked, I could tell she was excited.
Then nodding towards Nicole’s cum-sopped pussy, she said she wanted some shots of me eating her — licking up my cum.
Seeing my look of surprise and hesitation she said in her sensual voice: “C’mon Mark. It would be so great to capture that.“
Reluctant but eager to please Jayne, I first prodded Nicole to turn over onto her back. When she did, I moved between her legs on my knees and, with a glorious view of her shaved but glistening pussy, I began to tentatively lick. I had never done this before and, once I got going, was not bothered at all at what I was doing.
The flavor was not what I expected it to be. There was a surprising sweetness to it. I got my tongue inside Nicole — sampling more of the juices from our lovemaking.
Nicole beam thrashing against my tongue and Jayne took pictures of me eating my first ‘cream pie’ and bringing Nicole to another orgasm. I turned towards Jayne — expecting something more but at the same time knowing better.
I was quickly brought back to reality when she smiled, gave me a ‘Thumbs up’ and then stood up to leave. She waved to both of us as she left the conference room almost as quietly as she had entered a short while ago.
“I was a little nervous, but that was fun,” Nicole said as we began to get dressed.
I smiled and nodded, but for some reason, felt a little awkward from what had just happened.
Remembering she said she had some plans for the rest of the day, I told her that I needed to get going to meet some friends for softball.
After that time in the conference room, Nicole and I never remained friendly but never dated again. Although nothing was ever said, I knew it was a set up — albeit an extremely erotic one.
Several weeks passed and, once again, one of those periods when I saw very little of Jayne. In the meantime, I had gotten a call from a very good friend, Jake, who I had gone to grad school with. He told me he had started his own company just outside of Washington and was doing really well.
Business was really booming. I was taken by surprise when he offered me a managing partner’s position at a substantially larger salary than I was making at JBGraphics.
Since the Washington area was where I had attended college and grad school, my familiarity with it made the offer even more attractive. The trouble was how much I enjoyed working at JBGraphics — especially for Jayne.
It would be difficult to even bring the subject up. That being said, I was totally caught off guard one afternoon in late September when I visited Jayne’s office after getting an email that asked me to stop by before I left.
I especially enjoyed visiting Jayne’s office at the end of the day. It was usually when she was relaxed and when I stopped by just before my usual quitting time at 5, she was laughing with someone on the phone.
Upon noticing me, she signaled for me to take a seat and got up to pour some wine as she wrapped up her phone call. When she ended the conversation shortly after that, she smiled and brought over a glass of wine for me and sat down on one of the leather chairs.
“I’ve got some great news,” she said excitedly.
“What might that be?” I asked.
She explained that she had been on the phone with the head editor of the photography project she was working on and that they absolutely love the work. He told her that once everything was wrapped up they should be able to publish within the next two months.
“Fantastic!” I replied, feeling very much a part of what this meant.
All along I knew that Jayne would make it a great work of erotic art. She was definitely creative and despite her laid back disposition, I knew she was very driven. When she told me she had been collaborating with some of the writers for the photos, I simply smiled realizing that she very likely had an extremely vivid imagination.
Jayne explained that each series of photos would have an accompanying erotic story. She said that she had been to several sessions with the writers where they would look at a slideshow presentation of the photos and then throw ideas around about what the story should be.
“I’ve even submitted some stories to go with the photos and the publishing company thinks they’re perfect,” Jayne said.
I laughed and said, You have to have a naughty mind to be able to do something like that.
Jayne gulped down her wine and replied,”You better believe it.”
Then out of nowhere she said: “Oh, there’s some other news as well.”
When I asked what, she told me that I was going to go work for my friend as a managing partner, but that I’d be making $10,000 more than his substantial offer.
“What?” I exclaimed, wondering if I had heard correctly.
She laughed and said, “You heard me. I actually am a business acquaintance of Jake and we’ve gone out to lunch a few times when we’ve been at the same marketing and business conferences.”
Jayne continued: “We have actually collaborated on some large scale design projects. He’s a real go-getter. So last week he called to ask about your availability to become a managing partner with his company. I told him you might be available for the right price. When he told me what he was offering you, I said $15,000 more and you can leave.”
“Wow!” was all I could say as I watched Jayne refill our wineglasses.
Jayne continued, “We negotiated a little. He said he could go as high as $10,000 more and I told him I would only do that if he promised to turn a certain large design project we were both contributing to completely over to JBGraphics. I also said I needed you to finish up work on a special project you’re working on here.”
Before I could react, there was a soft knock at the door. When Jayne opened it, Larry saw me and asked if he should come back. Jayne told him it was fine join us. I hadn’t seen Larry in awhile and, usually when I did see him it was passing in the corridor or those few times when I needed to complete some personnel transaction. He had grown a goatee and looked like he had lost some weight.
“I was just telling Mark some good news that I heard about the project,” Jayne said, closing the door and then pouring some wine for Larry.
She turned to me and continued, “Larry has also helped me out with some of the photography I’ve been doing.”
I smiled and sipped some wine, feeling just a little nervous by this comment.
Larry asked what the good news was and when Jayne told him, he lifted his wineglass — offering a toast.
“That’s great! I bet you’re excited about being almost finished with your, um, special project” he said as we all raised our glasses to drink.
“One more photo shoot should do it,” Jayne said. “Hopefully that can be taken care of soon.”
“Let me know if I can help,” Larry offered.
Jayne told him it was one of the reasons she had asked him to stop by. The other pertained to some personnel news about me. When Jayne explained my job opportunity, Larry raised his wineglass again to offer congratulations.
“That sounds like a terrific opportunity for you, Mark,” he told me.
Jayne then said, “So Mark, as I was saying earlier, there’s some work on the um, special project that I hope you’d be willing to help with.”
“You know I’ve enjoyed participating,” I told her as she poured more wine for the three of us.
“This might be a little different though, Mark,” she told me. “The photo shoot I want you for involves some male on male oral action.”
I almost choked on the mouthful of wine I was swallowing hearing what she had just said. Jayne said she knew it might be difficult for me to do this but hoped I might be open minded enough to help her finish up the project.
“All you have to do is have some pictures taken”, she explained. “Larry is bi and is willing to supply the mouth. With his goatee, everyone looking at the book will know the mouth belongs to a man.”
“I don’t know if I can do that, Jayne,” I replied nervously.
“C’mon Mark. You’d just need to take your cock out, close your eyes, and imagine someone else,” she said trying hard to convince me.
” I, I don’t know,” I said again.
Jayne moved a little closer to me and in her husky, sexy voice she cooed. “In fact, Mark, why don’t you just imagine that I’m sucking your gorgeous cock?”
I felt my cock twitch a little hearing her say that.
“Or maybe it would be easier to look at me and think about all the things we might do to each other,” Jayne continued.
Then to my surprise, she stood about three feet in front of me, slowly began unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a lacy black bra beneath. She looked at me smiling — knowing it would arouse me. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Underneath her skirt she was wearing black lace panties and a matching garter belt to hold her nylons up.
I could smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume and her sex. My cock stiffened at the sight of her posed sexily in front of me.
“Please Mark; let me see your cock,” she said.”Take it out and let me see how hard you are.”
Mesmerized, I undid my pants and slipped my boxers down with them. My hard cock sprang freely to attention.
“Mmmm, such a beautiful cock, Mark,” Jayne cooed. “Stroke it for me.”
I slowly began to stroke my cock as Jayne watched. She ran her hands over her bra covered breasts and then up and down the inside of her thighs — which was tremendously arousing. She knew she had my attention and must have made a signal to Larry, who had gotten on his knees beside my chair.
“Close your eyes, Mark, and imagine what it might be like to feel my lips on your cock or how fucking my wet pussy might feel,” Jayne instructed.
I closed my eyes, and then it happened — a mouth engulfed my cock. It was a mouth that knew what to do and even though I could feel the bristles of a beard brushing against my balls, I imagined it was Jayne’s mouth.
“Gawd, that’s so hot,” Jayne murmured as I heard a camera clicking away right next to me.
The pleasure was shocking and got even more intense when I heard Jayne say that she wanted to taste my cum. Within what seemed like seconds, I moaned, felt my balls tighten, and began spurting cum into what I was imagining to be Jayne’s mouth.
The mouth left my cock and I opened my eyes to see Jayne taking close-ups of Larry’s mouth which had cum oozing out of it onto his goatee below.
Larry was rubbing his cock through the jeans he was wearing and he soon began to grunt and spasm in the all too familiar way that indicated he was ejaculating.
Jayne put her camera down and began re-buttoning her blouse. She then put her skirt back on.
She was smiling when she said: “That might have been the hottest photo shoot of them all. My panties are absolutely soaked,” she said refilling those glasses that needed more wine.
“I’m so grateful to have people like the two of you. This project wouldn’t have happened so quickly and been so easy to do if I hadn’t had such fantastic people willing to help me”, she continued — her voice catching a bit.
We finished our wine then Larry and I both got up to leave. We knew better than to pursue something sexual with Jayne, who despite her playfulness was all-business when it came to the project. Jayne gave us both hugs. After we embraced, Jayne held onto my arms and said she hoped there might be some opportunities when we could get together for lunch or dinner down the road.
Larry and I walked down the hall together. Before I headed out the door, he said I should stop by for the paperwork I’d need to do in order to begin my new job.
It was about six weeks after that when a package was delivered to me at my new office. I had settled into my new job and was really enjoying myself. I was supervising a handful of projects but also had been entrusted to represent the company at a lot of design conferences and marketing meetings.
It was a mild November day in Northern Virginia and I had just come back from a quick lunchtime run. As I passed by the receptionist, she held out a package and told me that it had arrived while I was out. It was marked ‘Confidential — To Be Opened By Addressee Only’.
The return address was for JBGraphics.
I hurried to my office, closed the door and opened it. I was pleased to find a book titled: ‘Erotic Pleasures – A Visual Guide to Sexual Adventure’.
Seeing the photos immediately aroused me. The images were tastefully erotic, but indiscernible.
Jayne had edited them so that one would never know who the imaged cock, mouth, tongue, breasts, hand, or pussy belonged to — unless, of course, you knew you had modeled for her.
I quickly flipped through the pages until I landed on a page that had a small envelope with my name on it taped to the page. Momentarily studying the two photos appearing on the page, I realized there was something familiar about them: a mouth, a tongue. a close-up of a pussy — causing me to pause and smile. I gently eased the envelope off the page and opened it.
The note read: ‘I’ll be in town next week. Hope we can find some time to have a drink and look at the book together. Will call u. – xo, Jayne.’
I imagined us alone in her apartment: unable to resist her tantalizing scent and sexy voice — touching and tasting every part of her body that I had seen up close. No camera needed. It gave me some hope… I was snapped out of my reverie when the phone rang. The receptionist informed me that my one o’clock appointment had arrived.
I stashed Jayne’s book in my briefcase and took a deep breath — giving myself a couple of minutes to compose myself by looking through the client’s file before going out to my meeting.
