Australian Surprise

He was tall and rangy, maybe forty five, with a deep tan and a weather beaten face, grey and brown stubble covered his chin, while his eyes were a light grey but kind. "can I help you?" he asked in a strong Aussie accent.

She wanted to say yes, she wanted to grab onto him and tell him to fuck her brains out, but enough of her self-discipline remained that she shook her head again, "no, no thanks, I'll be fine in a bit." She managed to say a little breathlessly.

He gave a shrug and took a step back, "okay, come inside when you feel better and I'll buy you a beer."

Even through her haze of sexual frustration, she had to wonder at the male brain, why on earth would a beer help her? Typical Aussie was her thought as she nodded at him in thanks and he walked away with a casual wave in her general direction.

Stealing herself, she stood upright and with almost painful steps, she pushed open the door to the pub and entered, there was a sign to the lavatory just inside the door and she followed it hastily.

It wasn't particularly clean, but she ignored the griminess of the room and locked herself into one of the two stalls. Rushing to undo her thin belt and unbutton the lightweight slacks she was wearing, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of both her slacks and knickers, pushing both down to midthigh.

Leaning her back against the door of the stall, she bent her legs slightly at the knees and spread them as wide as the cramped space would allow. Having her pussy accessible was a relief in its self. Not enough to satisfy, but with her mind in overdrive it helped because she knew she was about to get herself off.

Her fingers parted the pale pink lips of her labia and she found it very easy to plunge two of them deep inside her, she was nearly always moist, but when she was like this, she was soaking wet and could have slammed a dildo inside herself with ease.

Vigorously working her pussy and clit, she bit her lower lip to stifle the moans she was now making as she simultaneously ground her hips towards her fingers and thrust into her warm wet hole with three fingers.

She heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps and raucous laughter, two men had entered and they talked and laughed loudly as they went about their business.

Uncaring in that moment that there were men in the ladies room, she continued to masturbate with wild abandonment, her only concession to the male presence was to try and be a little quieter.

"Did you see that little blonde with the big tits mate?" Male one said.

"Fuck yeah, more of a red head than blonde though mate." Male two countered.

"Who cares, she had a fucking great rack, shame she was wearing a bra." Male one grunted out as he proceeded to use the urinal and Felicity heard the unmistakable sound of a man urinating.

Any other time she would have been disgusted by the sound, yet now she had the knowledge that there was a cock out, she got even closer to an orgasm, delving as deep as she could into her cunt with her fingers and letting out a muted moan.

"I'd fuck that ass of hers too, Christ mate, that thong she was wearing made her ass look great." Male two said with a dirty laugh.

Felicity clapped her free hand over her mouth as she came, muffling the sounds of her orgasm as her body convulsed in pleasure.

The two men continued to talk as they left the lavatory, unaware that their smut filled conversation about her had helped to get her off.

She sighed and let her head drop tiredly, lazily she licked her fingers clean, the pleasure had been good and it was enough to leave her somewhat more clear headed.

Hitching up her slacks and knickers, she made herself decent again and opened the door, the room was empty and she quickly washed her hands and used the hand dryer, she knew now that in her dazed state, she must have entered the men's room.

Nervously she exited the loo's and looked around, luckily no one saw her and she made her way back to the table, George smiled at her and asked if she was feeling okay, as her face was still flushed and she looked a little out of sorts.

She nodded, "Just hot daddy, the heat here is horrendous." Her excuse seemed to satisfy him and she picked up her glass of wine and took a gulp of it.

Felicity noticed the four men enter the pub immediately, they had that wolfish lean look she had come to associate with military professionals, not the usual kind, the kind that were specialists and the ones Harrington Securities recruited whenever they could.

"Daddy, they are here."

George looked over his shoulder calmly, noting the men and holding a hand up in greeting, the leader, Sargent Williams, casually waved back and approached with an easy and confidant walk.

She was always nervous around such men, they had a special air about them and sexually they were her fantasy, in reality they were often brash and danger junkies with little attachment to the women they fucked.

Falling for one would be the height of stupidity, yet she still fancied all of the fit lean men that approached.

Williams and his team arranged themselves around the table, two sat on the ends of the table, one next to her father and Williams took the seat directly facing George, placing him right next to Felicity.

They made quick introductions and then got onto business, all the while, George kept a wary eye on his daughter, she was doing well and contributed at the correct points, but he could see she was flushed.

Williams glanced over at the pretty redhead as she showed him the contracts on her laptop, she looked nice and smelt even better.

George took over smoothly while she typed in a quick and practiced blur, taking notes of the required alterations that the two men were discussing, George didn't give many concessions, but he shifted on a few.

Forty five minutes later they shook hands and Felicity sent off her notes to the company lawyers to have the contracts changed accordingly, the work and concentration it required had calmed her and provided sufficient distraction that she was now feeling perfectly normal.

They all stood to leave and she bent over to put the laptop away, as she did, the thin material of her slacks pulled tightly over her small bum, giving Williams a fantastic view of her tiny thong which showed clearly through the light coloured material.

Felicity turned back around to see him grinning broadly and felt herself flush in a rush of self-consciousness. Fully aware he must have been checking out her ass, she felt embarrassed but also a little flattered, his sparkling eyes and smile showed he had liked what he saw.

George was already walking to the door, chatting to one of the men, leaving her momentarily alone with Williams. "I'll need your number." He said still smiling at her.

Flustered by his closeness and that really very nice smile, she just stood there with a stupid look on her face, trying to figure out if she should give him her number or not.

"No need to be calling the office while you're in town, I'll just call you direct if there is a problem." He continued on as if he was unaware of her blinking confused look.

"OH, oh yes OBVIOUSLY." She managed to stammer out, fumbling through her purse for her card.

Inwardly banging her head against a wall, 'he was talking about work not asking me out on a date, stupid, oh my god, I'm so fucking stupid.' She thought to herself as she handed the card she had finally fished out of her purse.

Williams took the card and gave her a wink, "perfect, I'll call you and we can set things up." He said in that confident strong voice of his as he turned and swaggered away.

Felicity let out a low groan, "why do I do this to myself? He's not even remotely interested in me." She said in a whisper to herself.

Realising she was being left behind, she grabbed up her things and rushed after her father in a rapid staccato of clicking heels, watched leeringly by the pubs patrons as her ass wiggled past them and her large breasts bounced within the confines of her bra.

*****

Rewind to four O'clock....

Sargent Williams and his team entered the pub and had no problem identifying the people they were here to meet.

A grey haired smartly dressed man sat opposite a pale skinned young girl who spotted him entering and the old man looked over his shoulder and waved them over.

As he walked towards them, Williams took a closer look, the man was in his early fifties, George Harrington had a reputation as a no nonsense straight talker, he looked it too, easy and relaxed as he waited for Williams to get to him.

The girl was something unexpected, not the usual hard faced corporate bitch he had been meeting lately as he and the team shopped around for someone to take them on.

She was cute, long reddish blonde hair in a Lara croft style single braid, pale soft skin and pretty blue eyes, slightly obscured by her red rimmed spectacles.

As she stood to be introduced he couldn't help but notice she was also quite busty with a small frame, about five four in height, slim and soft looking.

Up close, she looked even younger than he had thought, she had to be at least twenty to be here, but she looked eighteen or nineteen.

He shook her hand and smiled at her as George Harrington introduced her, "Miss Felicity Granger, my personal assistant."

He was surprised, she didn't look old enough to be anyone's PA, let alone the PA of someone like Mr Harrington, he was pretty much one of the top three in private contracting security.

Williams hadn't thought much about the offered contract, he had better offers from two competing American firms.

The only reason he was here was because three years ago his team had been stuck in a fierce fire fight with Taliban fighters, they had been pinned down and running out of ammo when out of nowhere a Harrington specialist team had opened up on the Taliban fighters and with extraordinary efficiency wiped them out.

Ever since then he had wanted to meet the man who had paid for that team. So here he was, with no intention of signing up, but willing to listen.

The girl was a distraction, he found himself hanging on every word that came out of her soft very kissable lips as she ran through the basics of the proposal.

George took over smoothly when she faltered and they got down to real business, Williams still stole numerous glances at the pretty girl, her breasts occasionally wobbled as she typed, he liked her top, he could clearly see the lacy white bra she was wearing underneath it and cutely she bit the corner of her lower lip in concentration as she typed.

Williams realised he was becoming a little smitten by her.

George was a straight talker, quickly pointing out that while he wasn't offering anywhere near the money the two larger American firms were, he was offering more in that his contract guaranteed much more.

Williams hadn't really looked at it before, just looking at the bottom line payments each company had offered.

Harrington was well informed as to what the Americans offered, he was willing to pay a generous retirement fund, give them an investment portfolio and full medical care for life, full insurance worth over six million each and a generous travel allowance.

"The devil is in the fine print Sargent, the American contracts have many escape clauses, we at Harrington Securities don't play that game, we guarantee you and your men full health care and an excellent retirement."

It wasn't just the honesty of Harrington's offer, it was his PA, she was clearly inexperienced and trying very hard to impress, Williams decided he could trust her, she was the kind of girl that would have given away any lies, her face an innocently open book.

He looked around at his men, they had served together for over six years and even the youngest of them had well over twelve years' experience.

He knew them like brothers and could tell they thought this offer was good, he himself was thinking the same thing, less initial money but a safe retirement plan was something they were all thinking about to some extent.

With a few tweaks to the offered contract agreed upon, they shook hands and stood to leave.

Williams turned to look at the tiny PA as she bent over and gathered up her things while everyone else headed towards the exit.

Her ass looked great as the material of her trousers stretched over it and gave him a nice view of what looked like a very small G-string thong underneath it.

He couldn't help but grin at her as she turned around and must have realised he had been looking at her bum.

Trying to be confident, he asked for her number and she had flushed bright red, it was a cute and precious display of her innocence and he wanted to get her into bed even more after seeing it.

Taking the card she handed to him he kept things simple as he said goodbye, she looked a bit confused as he turned and headed to the door, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself and any further conversation might undo what he felt was a good start.

********

Five Thirty pm.

Felicity lay on her bed, her chest heaving as she came down from her self-induced climax, she was stark naked, the single sheet on the bed was soaked through with perspiration and the second sheet was kicked to the side of the bed.

She had no need of it, anything covering her was unbearable at the moment.

Her father had dropped her off at the house after the meeting with Sargent Williams as she wasn't needed for his rendezvous with Mr Chen.

He knew she was tired and had told her to get some rest and try to get over the jet lag, he wouldn't be home until eight or nine and had promised to bring back something for them to eat.

Felicity's quick wank in the pub had only taken the edge off, once alone in the house she had stripped naked and showered, masturbating fiercely as the water streamed over her body.

She deliberately made herself climax time and again, even exhausted, she did it again as she lay on her bed with the aircon blasting over her bareness.

Finally she felt her tingles subside and felt it was safe enough to try and sleep, hopefully she wouldn't need to do it again when she woke.

Her breathing slowed and her heart stopped pounding like it was about to burst, she closed her eyes and let herself drift off.

She had only managed two hour of sleep when her phones insistent ringtone had brought her back to the land of the living.

Groggily she answered it, trying to sound alert and professional but failing miserably.

"Hi Felicity, I want you to come see me." Said Sargent Williams voice, she recognised it immediately as she had fantasised about him while she had showered.

"Is there a problem with the contract?" she asked, her brain snapping to attention with fright that he was going to say 'yes'.

"Not exactly, it would be easier if you just come meet me." Was his reply.

Felicity was eager to prove to her father she could be helpful and she knew he wanted this team to sign up.

"Okay, erm, where are you, I'll call a taxi and be there as soon as I can." She said with what she thought sounded like a competent PA's voice.

"Great, we are at Nightcliff beach. Everyone knows where it is, you should have no worries finding it." He replied happily before hanging up.

Felicity quickly sent a text to her father before jumping into the shower again, she took less than five minutes as she was just washing off the smell of her own sex.

She checked her phone as she pulled out a plain linen dress and clean underwear.

George had messaged her back, 'just keep him on board if you can, but don't make any promises, txt me with any requests and we can deal with it later.' Was his short but to the point reply.

She messaged him back with an affirmative and called a taxi before slipping into a clean pair of knickers and putting on the same bra she had worn earlier.

The dress was lightweight and comfortable with buttons down the front which she did up in a rush while she wiggled her feet into a pair of flat canvas shoes, Williams had said they were at a beach, so heels would have been a stupid choice of footwear.

The Taxi was just pulling up as she locked the front door and within ten minutes was soon handing over the fare to the dark skinned driver who had driven her to the beach.

She hadn't had time yet to visit the beaches and was pleasantly surprised at how green it was along the pathway, she walked along and Williams waved her over to an area that looked down over the darkening beachfront.

Nightfall came early in Darwin at this time of year and she could make out the shadowed shapes of the rocks and the glimmer of reflected light on the sea, it was quite pretty but she wished she could see it in the daylight.

He and his team were sitting on fold out chairs, drinking beer from a cool box filled with ice while handing out what looked like hotdogs.

"Here, take a seat." Williams offered, pulling over a chair for her and handing her a cold beer.

A little unsure how to deal with him and considering she was unused to business meetings being held on a beach she was justifiably off balance as she accepted and sat down.

They were all very nice to her chatting away about the Northern Territory and how much they loved it here as they tried to make her feel a bit more relaxed, unlike her they knew that 'Top' wanted to get between her legs.

It quickly became apparent that Williams wanted her opinion on the offered contract, or at least that's what his excuse seemed to be.

His assertion that he felt she could be trusted to give them an honest answer was flattering as was his offhand comment that she was pretty, innocuously slipped into the conversation as if he didn't know he was complimenting her.

Felicity found herself telling him how she loved her job, that Harrington securities was one hundred percent honest and looked after every one of its employees like family.

It was true too, she didn't have to fake sincerity, her father's company did more than any other to ensure the wellbeing of its staff.

The conversation turned to lighter things, time flew and she hardly noticed as she drank her forth beer that the rest of the men had drifted off, leaving her alone with the charismatic and handsome Williams.

She was pleasantly surprised as he took her hand and they walked along the edge of the beach, not going down to the sandy shores as he had already explained that only a fool walked along the water's edge at night.

Felicity's heart started to beat a little faster as they stopped and he turned to her, well away from the road and anyone else, his lifted her chin and bent down.

His lips brushed hers without asking and she didn't care that he was at least fifteen years older than she was, he exuded confidence and an almost animal magnetism.

She found herself pulling his head down and kissing him hungrily, standing on tiptoes as he welcomed her aggressive reply to his almost chaste kiss.

Williams was surprised but pleased with her reaction, he had been sure she would pull away.

He had intended to try and ease her in, seduce her slowly, but she was kissing him fiercely and running one hand through his salt and pepper short cropped hair while the other felt his well-toned and muscular chest.

His own heart rate beat rapidly in answer to hers, she could feel it under her palm as she locked lips with him and let his tongue caress hers.

Deliciously he pulled her into him with a strong arm around her waist while the other felt down her side and went to her bum, he cupped her ass in his hand, his fingers between her crack and the tips so very close to her now burning pussy lips.

Felicity let out a low moan of desire as she kissed him passionately and unashamedly let her right hand feel its way down his chest, over his taunt stomach muscles and then even further, going unerringly to his rock hard manhood.