Helen #2

Helen was wet.

She shifted in her seat at the far end of the conference room and felt the gooey mess soaking through her pointless little thong. She usually sat near the door because her staff paged her a lot but today the seat had an added bonus - no one else was close enough to hear her pussy's juicy squelch. It was all she could do to keep from slipping one hand under the table and relieving the heat between her legs. She did not know why her boss had asked her to attend this sales meeting but she was terribly glad he did.

The speaker, Zee - as in MacKenzie - asked everyone to look at something on page six of the handout. As the others looked down and flipped through pages, Zee's eyes met Helen's and he silently snarled. Helen stroked her lips with her pen the way she would like to stroke the bulge straining those oh-so-conservative Dockers. In less than a second, he reverted to the professional marketing pitchman that he was externally and moved on with his presentation. Helen bit her lip to keep from groaning aloud. They had been doing this for an hour now and her pussy throbbed. She kept imagining his lips on her nipples, her ass, her clit. She wanted to wrap her own lips around his hardness and taste him. She put her hand back on the table; she was not sure when she started stroking her tits but even she was not quite that brazen.

No mistake; even without the smoldering looks and suggestive gestures, the brother was fine. Perfect bow lips - not too thick or thin - an expressive face, an easy smile. Their eyes had locked when they were introduced before the start of the meeting and Helen began mentally undressing him about two seconds later. His wide shoulders and arms were so muscular, they threatened to rip his shirt and a not so accidental brushing of his thigh told her that his legs were just as enticing. His ass was the sort of thing that made nuns weep.

Finally - finally! - the meeting took a 30minute break largely for the executives to show off their latest Blackberrys. Helen got up planning to slip into the ladies room and mop up before she left a visible wet spot on the chair. As she stood, however, Steve, the VP of sales waved her over. She smiled thinly and joined him. Steve was a nice enough guy but at the moment, he was not on her priority list. Still, one does not blow off a corporate VP when one is vying for a promotion - well, not if one wants a promotion on merit, anyway. A well place blowjob could do wonders for a career.

He asked what she expected, "How's the "Stang?"

"Nearly perfect. She's pulling to the left so I have to get my alignment checked soon. How's the 'Vette?"

"I'm getting her painted next week. Flame red."

"Nice." Helen approved. Steve's corvette was a well-maintained little hot rod and frequently appeared in local car shows along side Helen's car.

"'Vette as in Corvette?" Zee's voice purred over Helen's shoulder. Involuntarily she shivered. When his hand surreptitiously caressed the back of her thigh and ass, she felt her already sopping pussy drip.

"Yeah," Steve did not seem to notice Helen melting in front of him, "It's a 1970 so she's not the bomb like Helen's but…"

"You drive a Vette as well?" His breath brushed against the back of her neck as her juices crept down her inner thigh.

She could not look at him, "No. A '67 Mustang. Mint condition. She purrs like a kitten when she's all warmed up."

"I would love to see that." Somehow, she did not think Zee meant the car.

"It's in the garage," she found the ability to look at him, "How long do we have?"

Zee looked at his watch, "Long enough, I think."

"Yeah, ok." She could barely breathe let alone think, "Steve, we're just going to sneak down and take a peak. If anybody asks…"

"I'll cover. Take it once around the block."

They slipped out of the room at top speed. Helen was thrilled to find her car keys in her skirt pocket, which saved the trip back to her desk. Zee was beside her at the elevator and glued to her lips after the doors closed behind them. They stayed that was all the way down, lips locked, hands groping through clothing. When the doors opened again, Helen fairly dragged him to her car and did not waste time opening anything but the trunk and pulling out the sleeping bag she kept stored there. It was thick and soft and perfect for impromptu picnics, fucks, whatever.

"Shouldn't we get in?" Zee's luscious lips were tracing the line of her neck, his hands were inside her shirt gently squeezing her tits.

"And risk my interior? No." she pulled him down as she dropped to her knees hidden between the wall and the car. "Not enough space anyway. Fuck me." She kissed him deeply then bent over on all four. Her short skirt rolled up neatly to her waist revealing the black lace thong. She was glad she had not bothered with stockings today.

He slipped a finger or two in her causing her to gasp and coo, "Well, aren't we slippery when wet?" He kissed her snatch.

"Oh Christ!" Helen's eyes crossed, "Oh God, that's good but we don't have time to…" She could not continue - he was already sucking her clit. She came hard, biting the sleeping bag to keep from screaming but not able to stop moaning.

He moaned too and lapped her pussy slowly letting the flat of his tongue cover most of it. In between long strokes, he let his fingers play with her clit. Suddenly he stuck his tongue inside her and seemed to suck her entire pussy at once. It sucked the breath out of Helen and she gasped helplessly. This was not 'lip service'; this was a man who knew what he was doing and Helen knew her cries would bring down half the building if she did not do something to silence herself soon.

When Zee shifted technique again, Helen pulled away from him completely. It was agony to do so but it had to be done.

"Not having fun?" He asked, licking his lips.

"Just leveling the playing field." She opened his pants and pulled down a pair of silk jockeys just far enough for a good-sized cock and balls to spring forth. She ran her fingers around the hardened length of him, enjoying the smooth soft skin before slurping the bulk of it into her mouth.

He swore and pumped her mouth for a couple strokes. Then he pulled away and they lay down 69 with her above him. Zee held Helen's hips still and ate her like she was his last meal. She tried to focus on reproducing the delicious throbbing of her pussy with her mouth. They kept a frantic pace for much longer that Helen thought possible but soon enough he brought her to another earth-shattering orgasm and this time even his cock in her mouth could not keep her quiet. The garage echoed with her cries as if ten women were cumming, not just one.

She rolled off him and on to her back and trembled, "Son of a bitch," she gasped, "You're good!"

"So are you." He moaned softly. He lifted her hips and teased her with the head of his cock. She whimpered with desire. He slipped in just the head and she arched against him to push him in deeper. After that, Zee seemed unable to resist slamming his full length against her. He held her still and pinched her nipples through her shirt, "Ready?"

"Are you gonna fuck me now?"

"Hard and fast and deep."

"Oh yes, oh yes oh yes" it became a mantra as Zee fulfilled his promise and banged her like a pile driver. When her voice began to rise in volume, he fell upon her and covered her mouth with his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they fucked until she came so hard it nearly pushed him off her. It was finally too much for him; he came a few strokes later, groaning deeply.

They lay there for a while. Then the sound of a passing car reminded Helen of where they where.

"Oh hell." She pulled away from him and began straightening her clothing, "We're probably late."

He groaned, "Yeah. Shit." He stuffed himself away and zipped his pants, "Do you have dinner plans?"

She thought about it as she replaced the sleeping bag, locked the trunk and headed for the elevator, "I was planning on spending the evening with some friends at The Crack." Which was exactly the sort of place the name implied. "If you don't need to be up and out too early in the morning, you could join us."

"I was thinking just the two of us."

She kissed him deeply one more time as the elevator doors closed, "My friends will love you. How much pussy can you eat in one night?"

He pursed his lips while he considered the question. As the elevator doors opened he answered, "We'll find out. How much you got?"

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