Lynne Ch. 01

Short Story- Money talks and Lynne walks into the room.

Thursday 27^th June 5.35 pm.

"He is worth over £6,000,000 to this firm and I need you to deliver his quarterly review of his investments," The matronly Caroline Hayes-Bowles, the chief executive of Invescro, leaned back against her desk. Lynne Lysoto, the junior on the account looked sheepish,

"I'm only the junior on the account, there are three seniors on it, why me?" Lynne asked in a light midlands accent. She had been at the firm just over two years and was spotted by the partners as a real asset. She had an excellent grasp of financial management, superb accounting skills and a real stunner in her well-cut business suit. Of course, the latter assets were strictly off-limits as the smooth operators in the firm soon found out. Her dark flawless skin, fine high cheekbones with full lips from her Ghanian heritage, and her slender gym-bunny figure, pert breasts and tight arse made quite the impression, but she was all business in the firm in London.

Caroline did not let the moment slip away and re-doubled her efforts to enlist Lynne's aid, as she found her most lucrative client might be moving his business elsewhere,

"If you impress this client, you'll make partner in less than three years. I know you're good, I've noticed you and you're good. You're good at what you do, and I want you to succeed here but I need to know that your loyalty is to this firm." Her tone was firm but friendly,

"Of course, I can assure you that I am loyal to you, and this firm," Lynne began and then stopped, " What is it that you want me to do?" Lynne frowned,

"I need you to deliver the quarterly report to Mr Kincaid, in his hotel conference suite tomorrow," Carol shrugged, trying to appear casual, "but in a particular manner," Lynne frowned,

"Manner? What manner are you referring to?" Lynne shifted slightly; her high heels were pinching a little after a long day in the office.

"He insists on the report to be delivered in lingerie, sometimes topless!" Carol flushed red as the words left her lips,

"What?" Lynne stammered, "Did you say topless? Are you joking?" Lynne was usually never stuck for a witty retort or sardonic reply. The look on Carol's face told her that she was not joking at all!

"Partnership in two years, guaranteed!" Carol offered.

"No way!" Lynne turned round and made for the door.

Friday 2:00 pm Hilton Hotel.

"I don't believe I agreed to this!" Lynne muttered under her breath. She knocked on the ebony black doors and then entered the conference room. She stepped through and then closed the door behind her. The room was a run-of-the-mill conference room with glazing all down one side of the room. The long ebony conference table was empty, except for a tall silver headed man at its head.

"Do come in Miss Lysoto, I leave for Turks and Caicos in three hours so I would appreciate some haste on your part," Mr Patrick Kincaid, a hotelier millionaire, and her client for the afternoon. Lynne dressed in a black wrap-around dress, and smart jacket and her hair gathered to a tight bun,

"Of course, "Lynne placed her antique leather briefcase on the table, found the leather portfolio file walked down the length of the table and stood waiting for the client, before speaking.

"I have a full printed report for your perusal Mr Kincaid, but I have a precis of the investments for the last quarter," She smiled and opened the portfolio,

"Are you aware of the special conditions for this investment report, Miss Lysoto?" Kincaid asked, scrutinizing her as he sat back on the black expensive leather recliner, his left eyebrow raised,

"Oh, I didn't think that would be necessary," Lynne looked back at the man. He is about 50, his silver mane was well presented. His suit was very expensive, as was the watch, tie and silk shirt.

"Oh, I must insist, you see I requested you personally," Kincaid smiled thinly,

"You did? Why may I ask?" Lynne asked, but before he answered, he lifted his finger and flicked it, indicating that Lynen should remove her dress, she looked for a moment and then undid the ties on the dress and unwrapped it, allowing it to come open.

"You are the very image of my late wife, Miss Lysoto. A carbon copy if you will and as soon as I saw you at the firm, I insisted that you deliver the report, I imagine Miss Carol was quite pleased that she could delegate this task," He looked her up and down and smiled, "The very image. Please continue with the report, but place the dress on the table,"

Lynne looked at Kincaid, he was tall, quite muscular and handsome, but he was hardly Lynne's typical guy. She disrobed and placed the dress on the table revealing her black lace see-through bra, matching black lacy panties and a laced suspender belt holding up lace fringed black stockings,

"I assume this is appropriate attire for the report?" Lynne looked at him and saw his eyes widen in appreciation of her beauty, "may I continue with the briefing?"

"Please go ahead," He smiled. As Lynne outlined the performance of the investments, he stood up and walked around Lynne, listening to her but looking closely at her supple skin, highlighted in the subtle lighting of the room. Kincaid scrutinized her form. She was simply stunning, her breasts were a perfect 32b, high and pert, and the bra was completely unnecessary.

"Is everything alright?" Lynne stopped, as she turned the page of her three-page precis,

"Do you always wear a bra? I would consider the item unnecessary with your figure," He enquired lightly, as he looked down at her tight-toned shoulders,

"For work, of course," Lynne replied tartly, "but I have been blessed with my mother's figure," She remarked.

"Just like my late wife's, she was the loveliest example of womanhood, in the world and I loved her every day until she was taken from me," His voice trailed off,

Feeling suddenly sorry for him, Lynne looked over her shoulder, "How was she taken from you?"

"Drunk driver. She was returning from her shift at the Casualty department and that was it!" The bitterness was heavy in his voice, but he walked around her again examining her shoulder and then the lightness of a butterfly, he touched the top of her bra strap, "Please continue with the breakdown of the off-shore investments please,"

Lynne was shaken from her momentary distraction and then focussed on the report, outlining the growth of the investments, Lynne was operating as an automaton with the financial report but he mind was racing. She had made the completely erroneous assumption that Kincaid was afoul smelling pervy old man who would slobber on her as he tried to make her undress, but Kincaid was an enigma. He was rich, handsome, charming, and most of all lonely; he missed his wife and she reminded him of her. She felt for him, a sense of pity but then simultaneously she felt a sense of attraction to him. Lynne had made sure that her business life was just that, business. She didn't want office politics to be an issue. She was ambitious and she wanted the rewards of her hard work. Lynne had been in three sexual relationships and all of them had ended badly, as she would not compromise on her work. Now she stood, a drop-dead gorgeous millionaire was listening to her financial report and examining her near-naked body, something that should have her running for the door but now, rather disturbingly, was beginning to feel a tingle of electricity running down her spine and most alarmingly in her pussy. As she turned the second page, she felt his warm breath on her neck as she looked closely at her toned shoulders.

In a rush of spontaneity, Lynne stopped reading her precis report and turned her head slightly, "Would you like me to remove my bra?" Her words slipped out of her mouth, and then she blushed,

"Are you sure?" Kincaid asked the merest hint of excitement lingered in his question,

"Yes," Lynne said matter-of-factly, and she put down the portfolio and reached up to pull down the strap, Kincaid interjected,

"Please allow me!" His finger slipped through the black satin strap, which rose easily and then he repeated the movement with the second strap. The bra hung there, and then he undid the bra latch and the bra fell away. Lynne's upturned breasts didn't move, as she didn't need the support, but Kincaid held her on her shoulders and turned her around tenderly. Lynne followed his lead and revealed her small firm breasts topped with her now stiff and aroused nipples and wrinkled arealoe. Patrick was stunned for a fleeting moment and felt unbalanced but then Lynne put him at ease again

"Do I bring back more memories?" Lynne asked and looked into his eyes and Kincaid smiled warmly,

"You were truly magnificent Miss Lysoto..." He began but Lynne interrupted.

"Lynne, call me Lynne, Patrick," She added his Christian name, as she felt the situation had lost the formality of the meeting. Patrick nodded and then slipped off his tailored suit jacket,

"You do bring back some powerful but very happy memories of my late wife," Harry looked at her straight, "and her name was Cassie,"

"Would Cassie be happy with your eccentric behaviour, my near nakedness?" Lynne decided to push the envelope on this situation and see just who Patrick was.

"I have been faithful to her memory since she died, and as my employee; I'm able to separate any emotional feelings," He stopped, "I think we might stop now,"

Lynne had felt the tension ramping up in the last minutes, and she saw Patrick was he was a fractured man, all the money he possessed was meaningless as he had become locked into he sense of loss and grief. He had structured women in his life, but only as employees; keeping himself emotionally unavailable to others.

"I disagree, Patrick, I believe Cassie would feel it is time for you to feel something again, "Her words danced in the air, and then she put her thumbs to the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. " Look at me, I am a real woman, Lynne Lysoto and not your late wife. I am a living breathing woman and it's time you saw me as that!" As she spoke, she leaned forward put her arms about his neck and kissed him. Her soft lips met his and as she worked her tongue into his mouth. Her hands moved to his closely shaved face and held him there as he responded to her. For a blissful moment, she felt his body move closer and his own hands held her face as he kissed her back.

At that moment, the two of them lost themselves to the kiss. With Patrick, the potency of her words stung him like a slap across his face, and Lynne, who by saying what she did had held a mirror to her own life and a sourness fell across her face. She was just as distant and detached as he was, she ended all her relationships because her career meant so much, but it wasn't the whole reason; she knew she couldn't commit to someone when her work was her whole life.

Patrick could feel Lynne's warmth as his hands moved down and held her hips lightly, and the renewed ferocity of her kissing, and felt that this woman was a kindred spirit, and a woman who had moved him so powerfully to allow the ever-present image of Cassie to fade for the front of his mind. The most shocking thing was the rapid stiffening of his prick, which threatened to tent his highly tailored suit trousers. As they broke to take a breath, Patrick dropped his hands and caressed the perky ebony-coloured breasts, and watched for Lynne's reaction,

"Oh God that feels good, it's been too long," Lynne's head rolled back and she arched her back for Patrick to massage her further, but he had other ideas. His mouth found her left nipple and he sucked it tenderly, and with his right hand rolled her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger; which unleashed an explosion within Lynne's body,

"You are incredible, you are simply incredible," Patrick complimented her, as he released his right hand to grasp her tight buttocks to steady her as she arched her back. With a dearth of furniture in the room, Patrick helped Lyne to lay back on the conference table and continued to suck at each nipple, whilst Lynne writhed on the table, in a growing flowering of arousal. She looked up at him,

"You can see all of me Patrick, but I want to look upon you too," The request was simple and Patrick nodded slowly, pulling off his tie, shirt which he threw disdainfully on the thick carpeted floor, and then impatiently wrestled with his belt. Lynne admired Patrick's mat of wiry dark hair on his muscular chest, his arms were equally sculpted and his belly was flat with excellent abdominal muscles. She had slept with both black and white men and had no preference, but she ran her hand through his hairy chest and smiled," You're like a bear!"

As his trousers and socks were unceremoniously discarded, he stood between her legs as naked as she. He opened the legs and looked admiring at her trimmed pussy, hairless but for a tuft of tight black curls pointing to her sex. Smiling at her comment, Patrick retorted,

"A bear? Well, I've not been described like that, but rest assured I enjoy my honey as much as the next grizzly!" With that, she knelt and took a moment to gather her natural scent in is nostrils, it was clear that she was wet, and her fragrance was quite intoxicating. Patrick began to lap enthusiastically at her cunt lips, probing her gentle folds and lightly searching in her groove tasting the rivulet of her lubrication that welled up and spilt out from her tight lips.

"Oh Patrick, please be gentle...it's been such a long time. Opp! I'm so sensitive my darling!" Her words tumbled from her lips, but she knew that Patrick was experienced and skilful. She raised her legs and looked down her own flat stomach to the silver-haired head moving from side to side, as his tongue found new sensitive areas to lick, nuzzle and suckle tenderly. With such potent ministrations, it wasn't long before Lynne's body started to shudder and shiver, her arousal now kicking in powerfully, and her moans slipped from her mouth.

Patrick, took the opportunity to slip a curious finger into her sopping cunt lips, thanking the hotel's designers that the conference rooms were soundproofed. His face was generously wet from the juices that Lynne was producing and now, rubbing at her swollen G-spot was sending her quickly over the edge. He wanted Lynne to climax, for her to experience all the pleasure he could give her, not since Cassie had he wanted to give of himself to another woman.

"Oh finger me, Patrick darling. Please use your fingers in my cunt; make me yours!" She intoned breathlessly as Patrick slid a second finger into her tight lips and beckoned her swollen spot to release its mind-blowing tension upon her. Within a frantic couple of minutes, Lynne's body was now wracked with a tsunami of fresh convulsions as her body jerked and shivered, "Oh Patrick, I'm cumming. I'm cumming!" Her pussy fluttered as a wet river of her ejaculate dribbled from her gaping lips. Patrick gripped with a sudden doubt, as he didn't know Lynne's sexual tolerances, he wasn't convinced he might attempt to make her orgasm again. He was experienced enough to give any woman multiple orgasms, but for now, he held back. As he stood, the waft of Lynne's sexual perfume made him sense the strength of his erection. Looking down, Lynne was a goddess before him, as her climax subsided, she looked at him with lustful eyes," Fuck me Patrick, put yourself inside me"

As his prick slipped into her tight but well-lubricated cunt, he pulled himself out almost fully and then threaded himself into her again. He maintained that rhythm, conscious of Lynne's level of comfort, being so tight and himself so stiff. As Lynne became accustomed to his girth, she panted loudly, urging him on to stretch her sex and fill her,

"Come on Patrick, fuck that cunt now; stretch me out!" Patrick was thrilled with her potty mouth, as Cassie was confined to wordless pleas and squeals. Lynne's directness was a true revelation, and found that by urging him on like that gave him her permission to properly unleash himself.

"Are you sure?" Patrick whispered as he began to suckle her right nipple, waiting for confirmation.

"Oh please Patrick, fuck me harder!" This was all that needed to be said.

Patrick's pent-up frustrations, of secret masturbation and deep longing, were finally given full release and the pace of his thrusts increased to a merciless rhythm that quickly brought on Lynne's second vaginal orgasm, but quickly accelerated his own climax, but then pulled out and turned her over, and pushed her down onto the table, and reinserted himself,

"Oh my god, I want you so much!" And reached out and held onto her shoulder and thrust harder into her pussy, with Lynne now shuddering at each thrust, her breath in ragged gasps,

"Please cum! Please cum on my arse!" Lynne's pleas were soon fulfilled as Patrick's erection twitched provocatively. He pulled out his quivering prick and a jet of white semen splattered on Lynne's tight buttocks,

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Patrick shook with the force of his ejaculation and swore again. His strength left him and he staggered, then fished around for his handkerchief in his trouser pocket, as his father had instilled in him that a gentleman always carried two handkerchiefs, and began to mop up the pearly globs of his rapidly cooling semen from her ebony skin. Lynne found the process to be oddly reassuring, that Patrick would wish to clean her up.

As they recovered and began to dress, Patrick watched her wrap her dress around her once again,

"Come with me, Lynne. Come with me to Turks and Caicos. I will square with your firm,"

Without hesitation, she nodded, " Of course Patrick, but I'll have nothing to wear!"

"That won't be a problem," Patrick smiled, reaching for his phone.

End of Chapter One