Straight Female / 54
I Was Swept Off My Feet As A Young Woman And I've Never Landed
I was a gnome in Treasury, reconciling bank accounts. The VP of Finance called me upstairs. I was sure I was fired, for something. He sat me down and said that there was a trip planned and they needed an assistant to maintain records of the meetings, keep the minutes. And my boss had said I was good at that. The plane left at nine that night, the personnel department had checked and I had a passport, so go home and pack and meet Mr. J at the airport, he would have my ticket. Thanks and skedaddle.
I didn't know where, or for how long. And Mr. J had a reputation, once time he actioned off a girl in accounting at a company picnic for a fundraiser. This company, in those days, asked girls if they liked dick, show me your slit, bend over and take it. My interview lady asked me to pick up a paper that was on the floor. I bent my knees and kept my legs together to pick it up. She told me the boys weren't going to like that. Wear colored panties under my skirt, white panties were for sissies.
I packed for a week, dress for banks and lawyers. I caught a cab and made it to the airport, he was waiting with a frown on his face because he was going to the club for a drink. He reluctantly took me with him. He sat me down. I don't mean offered me a seat, he sat my ass down and told me to stay there. Left his briefcase with me and went to get a drink. He brought me a Coke. On the plane, he stuffed me by the window. He asked me if snored, it was a nine hour to Paris, and then on to Turkey, and I should have worn pants because it got cold in the air. Live and learn.
I got led around like a child, his hand on my shoulder, hold his hand when there were crowds, up tight against him walking me to my seat on the airplane. He put my hand carry up and told me he would get it down once we were airborne. He slapped my naked thigh and told me I had a fine set of legs, I was going to drive those Turks crazy. He ordered for me, he kept me from drinking alcohol. He asked me all kind of penetrating personal questions. He asked me if I was a virgin. We flew to Istanbul, and stayed at a Sofitel. He got two rooms, but with a door between them, in case I needed something. Leave the door open, even to sleep.
He had me dress very conservatively and he bought me a beautiful French wrap in the g*ft store to wear over my shoulders. He told me I would sit next to him, I had to try and record everything. He would slow down the conversation, but sometimes the other side got testy. He would focus on the negotiations, I would focus on the transcription. He kissed me on the forehead when he sat me down and patted my hand, and pulled me closer. At lunch he kept me real close to him, side by side, touching. He forced open conversations I could at least participate in. At the end of the day on the elevator he kissed me on the lips and told me I had done wonderfully.
It was our first night there after flying all night. He kept the dinner in the hotel for the two of us and we went to bed early. He checked my room, and the door before putting me to bed, and checking on me. With a kiss on the forehead. I woke up at four in the morning. He was up, and saw the light and told me to come get in bed with him, I needed my sleep and he would hold me. I slept until 8 am, snuggled in his arms. He gave me a great big kiss on the mouth and told me I was special. The day evolved like the other one, and the next day and the next day. I slept with him each night, cuddled up and held like a baby. I stopped counting kisses, and the number of times he hugged me. Some kisses were very intense and I lost the ability to hold myself up.
On the fifth day of meetings the minutes were drawn up for everyone, the lawyers prepared the contracts. I should say that every night before going to bed he read the minutes I kept, and he asked me questions for interpretation. With the contract signed, he was buying two tankers, he said we would relax and have a nice dinner and he would make love to me. That's what happened, we had a very nice dinner and when we got back to the hotel rooms he made love to me. That night he kept me without panties and he poked up between my legs to wake me. He got over me and told me that he was going to fuck me, just fuck me. OK?
I never worked in Treasury after that, I worked for him directly. He made love to me and he fucked me, both were OK with me. He never took me on another business trip, but he took me around the world for his pleasure. But after that first trip I was never the same again, I melted into his arms when he hugged me, I whispered to him that I loved him. It wasn't fair really, a man like him taking an inexperienced girl like me with him.
I didn't know where, or for how long. And Mr. J had a reputation, once time he actioned off a girl in accounting at a company picnic for a fundraiser. This company, in those days, asked girls if they liked dick, show me your slit, bend over and take it. My interview lady asked me to pick up a paper that was on the floor. I bent my knees and kept my legs together to pick it up. She told me the boys weren't going to like that. Wear colored panties under my skirt, white panties were for sissies.
I packed for a week, dress for banks and lawyers. I caught a cab and made it to the airport, he was waiting with a frown on his face because he was going to the club for a drink. He reluctantly took me with him. He sat me down. I don't mean offered me a seat, he sat my ass down and told me to stay there. Left his briefcase with me and went to get a drink. He brought me a Coke. On the plane, he stuffed me by the window. He asked me if snored, it was a nine hour to Paris, and then on to Turkey, and I should have worn pants because it got cold in the air. Live and learn.
I got led around like a child, his hand on my shoulder, hold his hand when there were crowds, up tight against him walking me to my seat on the airplane. He put my hand carry up and told me he would get it down once we were airborne. He slapped my naked thigh and told me I had a fine set of legs, I was going to drive those Turks crazy. He ordered for me, he kept me from drinking alcohol. He asked me all kind of penetrating personal questions. He asked me if I was a virgin. We flew to Istanbul, and stayed at a Sofitel. He got two rooms, but with a door between them, in case I needed something. Leave the door open, even to sleep.
He had me dress very conservatively and he bought me a beautiful French wrap in the g*ft store to wear over my shoulders. He told me I would sit next to him, I had to try and record everything. He would slow down the conversation, but sometimes the other side got testy. He would focus on the negotiations, I would focus on the transcription. He kissed me on the forehead when he sat me down and patted my hand, and pulled me closer. At lunch he kept me real close to him, side by side, touching. He forced open conversations I could at least participate in. At the end of the day on the elevator he kissed me on the lips and told me I had done wonderfully.
It was our first night there after flying all night. He kept the dinner in the hotel for the two of us and we went to bed early. He checked my room, and the door before putting me to bed, and checking on me. With a kiss on the forehead. I woke up at four in the morning. He was up, and saw the light and told me to come get in bed with him, I needed my sleep and he would hold me. I slept until 8 am, snuggled in his arms. He gave me a great big kiss on the mouth and told me I was special. The day evolved like the other one, and the next day and the next day. I slept with him each night, cuddled up and held like a baby. I stopped counting kisses, and the number of times he hugged me. Some kisses were very intense and I lost the ability to hold myself up.
On the fifth day of meetings the minutes were drawn up for everyone, the lawyers prepared the contracts. I should say that every night before going to bed he read the minutes I kept, and he asked me questions for interpretation. With the contract signed, he was buying two tankers, he said we would relax and have a nice dinner and he would make love to me. That's what happened, we had a very nice dinner and when we got back to the hotel rooms he made love to me. That night he kept me without panties and he poked up between my legs to wake me. He got over me and told me that he was going to fuck me, just fuck me. OK?
I never worked in Treasury after that, I worked for him directly. He made love to me and he fucked me, both were OK with me. He never took me on another business trip, but he took me around the world for his pleasure. But after that first trip I was never the same again, I melted into his arms when he hugged me, I whispered to him that I loved him. It wasn't fair really, a man like him taking an inexperienced girl like me with him.
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