 
The Sales Call

(M/F, cons)
 
 
WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. The following expression of ideas is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading explicit adult-oriented stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If the reading of this material is illegal in your state, country or geographical location, DO NOT read it.
 
Copyright (C) 2003 Jack O'Shea
All rights reserved
 

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It started out like so many of the others, "Hello Mr. Smith. My name is Lisa Johnson and I was referred to you by your office in California. They said you were just the person I needed to see. I represent a new company that is opening an operation in the St.Louis area and we are interested in showing you the portfolio of services our company provides in the hopes of helping you and your staff work more efficiently. I understand that you are in your local office this week and I'm very interested in setting-up a meeting to see what we might do together...." 

Blah, blah, blah, I thought. Here we go again, another pushy salesperson on the phone; trying to get me to part with some of my precious time. I try to get to the remote office in St.Louis once a month -- partly to review the operation, partly to interact with the great staff I have there, but mostly to just escape from the rapid-pace of things in the corporate headquarters. I sometimes think that my secretary, Sally, is jealous that I get to 'hide' for a few days of the month away from the bustle and sometimes directs these calls to me just to let me know that she's pissed-off. Oh well, I can't possibly let her know that she's getting to me. She'll use it forever.

".....How does tomorrow afternoon sound?", Ms. Johnson continued. "I don't have any time on my calendar tomorrow during the day. Sorry.", I replied with my standard telemarketer brush-off. 

"You won't believe what we have to offer. I can guarantee that you won't regret making time for me - the sooner the better." If nothing else, this lady was trying hard.

Thinking I'd throw her off the path, I responded with, "The only time I have available is here at the office around 6:30pm. I have a meeting that will last until around 6:00 or so, then we can meet for a few minutes." I was confident that I'd succeeded in getting out of this call without having to listen to any more.

"Fine, I'll be there."

Great! Just what I need. A hard sell after a day of meetings, phone calls, and a bad night of sleep. "See you then", I replied in defeat.

The following day was just as I had expected - long meetings, calls that started at 7:00am and continued until after 5:00, and a lumpy mattress in a foreign hotel the night before. I felt like I needed a drink....or two. 

Ms. Johnson arrived promptly at 6:30, just as the last person left. I had just completed the meeting and the remainder of the group had quickly left. "See you tomorrow, Jack" they each said as they quickly returned to their cubicles, packed their things and left for the evening. I was pleasantly surprised. If nothing else, I would have the pleasure of sitting across the desk from a beautiful lady for the next hour - listening to her try to sell me on something I probably didn't want. There are worse things to do with your evening, I guess.

She was dressed in a smartly-tailored beige business suit. Jacket covering a silk blouse, a short (but not too short) skirt, and black pumps. Her long, trim legs were covered in sheer stockings and I noticed that she was warmly tanned. I also noticed her smile - wide and expressive. Certainly the brightest face I'd seen all day. As she extended her hand to mine in greeting, her grip was firm and hand warm. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Smith. Thank you for taking the time. You won't be disappointed." 

"Call me Jack, please. No, thank you for coming over so late in the day. Come-on in and let's see what you have."

"Thank you. And please, call me Lisa.", she said with a smile.

We proceeded thru the empty suite back to my office and settled in with a cup of coffee. She described the products and services her company offered and proceeded to show me through their entire portfolio. Her mannerisms were animated and lively, and she projected an air of confidence and class. In all, it was a very good presentation -- highlighting the benefits of her firm and the cost savings we could realize. I was interested.

Lisa suggested that we review their web-site which would allow us to further explore their various products. I was seated behind my desk and she across from me. To gain a better viewing angle of the computer screen, she left her chair and proceeded to come around to my side of the desk and sit herself on the desktop with her legs crossed. I've always been a sucker for a pair of lovely, long legs in stockings. I can't explain the attraction - I've always been a 'leg man', and Lisa certainly had a great set of legs.

We browsed the presentation materials on the site and enjoyed a lively exchange of anecdotes, business experiences, and a couple of jokes. I was quite happy I'd made time in my schedule to see her. As she sat on the desk and we watched the computer screen, I couldn't help but notice thru my peripheral vision that she re-crossed her legs several times. At first I thought that she was trying to get comfortable on the desk, but it seemed to happen more often as we peered at the screen. I tried to resist really taking notice, but my eyes would occasionally wander over as she shifted; and on a couple of occasions she 'caught me', but just smiled and continued.

As we completed reviewing the materials on the computer, Lisa looked directly at me and said, "Well, what do you think?"

"I think they're beautiful.......I mean, they...uh, IT looks very interesting". I think I was more surprised by my answer than she was. "I thought you'd never notice", she said as she slid off the desk and onto my lap!

Lisa turned to me and kissed me deeply. Our tongues danced across each others, lightly teasing with short then rapid jabs. She was teasing me with her mouth, and while doing so was slowly tracing her hands around my neck and chest. My free hand wandered from her tiny waist to her crossed legs, wrapped in silky stockings - grazing the line from her skirt to her ankles, and stopping to lightly tickle the backs of her knees. The room was definitely starting to warm.

She broke-off our kiss and left my lap, only to turn away from me and remove her suit jacket. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, firmly holding her against me and as she leaned back into me, began to nibble around her ears and neck. As my hands moved from her waist to cup her breasts and massage her hard nipples thru the fabric of her blouse and bra, I could tell that she was purring....very softly. By now my cock was rock-hard, straining against my zipper and nestled between the outline of her firm ass.

In a single smooth motion, Lisa reached down, pulled the hem of her skirt to her waist, and bent over the desk - inviting me to take a closer look at her perfectly-formed ass and legs. She was wearing a white lace thong and thigh-high stockings -- not the pantyhose that so many women wear today. The stockings were topped by a wide lace band, that held them in place and highlighted the tops of her thighs. I couldn't resist gently tracing the line from her calves to the tops of her stockings, stopping just short of the delicate 'V' that formed where her legs met her torso. 
I lowered my head and began to lightly kiss the very top of her thighs and could sense the musky smell of her excitement. As I continued, she slightly spread her legs so that I could see the outline of her mound against the fabric of her panties. With that invitation, I move her panties to the side and began teasing her with my tongue. She was obviously enjoying what I was doing, continuing to purr and move her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion back against my face. She was becoming very moist and would arch her back in response to the pulsing waves of excitement that moved thru her body. I continued to please her in this way until she took a final gasp of air, squeezed my head between her legs, and shook with pleasure.

After she recovered and re-composed herself, she looked back at me with a wicked grin and said, "Now its your turn". She turned around, pushed me back onto my chair, and lowered herself to her knees in front of me, lowering my zipper to allow my cock to spring free of its restraint. Lisa at first teased the mushroom head with the tip of her tongue, flicking it lightly. Then with one downward thrust, she engulfed the entire length of the shaft -- surrounding it with her warm mouth. She continued an up and down motion, driving me insane with her tongue and the warm confines of her mouth until I was rock-hard and ready for her.

She stood and bent back over the desk, slightly spreading her legs, and invited me with her eyes, to enter her from behind. It was glorious!! She was tight and she drew me into her until I was buried deep inside. We began a slow motion dance against the side of the desk, with her hands stretched across the papers and things on my desktop. I could feel the beginning sensation of an earth-shattering orgasm start to rise, but continued to bury myself in her at an increasing pace. Just as her body began to shake with pleasure again, I felt that I couldn't hold-on any longer, withdrew from her, and sprayed my cum over her ass and back. I was completely spent and we fell back into my chair in a tangled heap.

After a minute or two, Lisa turned to me and kissed me deeply again. "I've NEVER done anything like THAT before." "Neither had I.", I managed to moan. 

For some reason the magic of the moment had overtaken us both and we were caught-up in a vortex of spontaneous passion and need. It had fulfilled a deep-rooted, but largely repressed, fantasy of mine that I am sure that a number of other men (and women) share. It was a very special evening -- one that I'll never forget.


