Sweaty Mess to Sweet Success

It may have been Bianca's power of persuasion that swayed him, or perhaps just the power of her pussy; either way, Adam was unable to resist her.

He stepped the rest of the way out of his trousers and approached Bianca, dick in hand. He leisurely rubbed his member up and down her slick slit as Bianca's body clenched in anticipation. He nudged the opening of her vagina with his staff and let the tip enter slowly.

Bianca flinched as her skin stretched around his colossal cock, but she was well lubricated from her aching arousal. Adam pushed in gradually, savoring the feeling of Bianca's vaginal walls gripping him bit by bit.

Bianca clutched the railing as he filled her; several times she thought he was in as deep as she could take it, but then he would slide in a bit further. Bianca whimpered at the agonizing pleasure.

When Adam had finally sunk in up to the hilt, he exhaled through his teeth. He pressed Bianca's butt cheeks inward with his hands as he pulled out, to heighten the clenching sensation for both of them. "Fuuuck, that feels good," he rumbled.

Adam pushed in a little faster with his second thrust; Bianca's hole was warmer, juicier, more receptive than the first time. He pulled out and thrust a third time, even faster. Again. Faster. Faster and harder until he was pounding her and her whimpers had transformed into uncontrolled moans.

Adam seemed possessed by a desire to get the entire length of his cock into Bianca with each long thrust -- he moved his hands to her shoulders and began pulling her more firmly onto him each time he plunged inside, huffing like a bear.

In the middle of the unreal ecstasy that Bianca felt, she couldn't help but notice that there was so... much... sweat. Sweat that made her hands slip and slide along the rail. Adam's sweaty thighs slapping against Bianca's sweaty buttocks. Drops of sweat flinging from Adam's hair and landing on Bianca's sweaty back.

Some part of her was disgusted, but a much larger part of her was getting deliciously fucked by a powerful man with a gorgeous cock. So -- being a savvy businesswoman -- she chose to focus on the latter.

It did not take long before Bianca felt a telling intensity to the way that Adam's hands gripped her; the way his breath grew ragged. She realized that Adam would soon explode.

"Don't cum inside me!" she blurted.

Bianca felt a bit sheepish interrupting him at this stage. She was on birth control, so it wasn't about a fear of getting pregnant. For some odd reason, this was where she decided to finally draw the line of "professionalism" in this absurd adventure. Seduce, lick, suck, and fuck your future boss, but don't let him get his jizz inside of you. That was apparently too far. She mentally admonished herself for her illogical moral boundaries.

Adam acknowledged her demand with a groan and pulled out, just as several thick white streams emerged from him and shot across her pale cheeks. The slippery liquid traveled along the curve of her ass and dripped down her thighs.

Looking back over her shoulder to see the dreamy, satiated look on Adam's face made Bianca feel victorious, although the vacant throbbing inside of her chipped at the sense of triumph.

Bianca pushed herself up to a standing position and turned to face Adam.

"Well," she purred, "I hope I've convinced you of my worth."

Adam chuckled and inhaled deeply. "You honestly did not have to do that much convincing. I had no doubt that you were an extraordinary woman, from the moment I met you."

Bianca acknowledged the compliment with a slight dip of her head, and let out a long sigh. It was an expression of relief; despite all odds, she had accomplished the mission she came here to do.

But Adam mistook the sigh as one of unfulfillment.

Adam placed his hands on her shoulders and crooned, "I have not forgotten your lesson on equal rights. We need to get back on even ground."

Bianca pursed her lips and squinted at Adam. She was tickled that her words had made as much of an impression as her body, but had no clue where his comment was leading.

Before she could ponder for long, Adam abruptly squeezed her arms, picked her up and spun her 180 degrees, flipping their positions so Bianca now faced the water. Adam sat down and pulled Bianca on top of his lap.

Bianca smiled wryly, wondering what Adam thought he could accomplish with his recently spent cock at half mast. She choked back a snicker at her own boat pun.

Curling her arms around Adam's neck, Bianca started rubbing herself along his shaft to see if she could get it to return to its former glory.

Adam pushed her away, shaking his head. "Nope, that's not what I have in mind." He lifted up Bianca's hips and propped her knees over his shoulders. Her heels clanged against the railing while her head dipped toward the deck.

As Bianca felt the blood rush to her brain, Adam began to ravage her pussy with his mouth again.

Delirious with pleasure, Bianca could barely form a coherent thought. She couldn't escape from this position even if she wanted to -- Adam held all the power in this moment.

One of Adam's hands slid along Bianca's back to hold her steady, while the other hand slipped under her thigh. He curled a finger inside her vagina as he suckled and grazed her clit with his tongue.

Bianca had never been in a position where she was being eaten out while looking up at somebody's face before. As Adam continued to assail her, the juices from between her legs trickled around her buttocks and along her spine toward her neck -- it was surreal.

When Bianca's moans reached a fever pitch, Adam peered over her mound and winked at her with those piercing eyes, and Bianca climaxed intensely.

After Bianca's body stopped convulsing, Adam gently pulled her to a sitting position and wrapped an arm around her. Bianca laid her head on his shoulder and murmured, "Thank God for feminism."

They basked in blissful silence for a few moments. Then, Adam collected Bianca's clothes and handed them to her as he placed a tender kiss on her lips.

They both dressed without looking much at each other. It was as though each article of clothing carried a layer of professionalism with it, and they had to resume a normal business relationship by the time they were fully clothed.

Adam cleared his throat. "I, uh, guess I'll leave first. Make sure the coast is clear."

Bianca smoothed out her skirt and threw him a small smile. "Well, if I don't see you again before everyone goes ashore, I hope I'll see you at the next corporate event?"

Laughing, Adam replied, "Seems unlikely, but me too." He gazed at her for a few more seconds, squeezed her hand, and disappeared through the door.

Bianca was slightly unsettled by his response, but pushed that feeling aside as one of elation grew inside her. She had done it! She had come here and successfully enraptured Adam Merrone. This promotion was in the bag.

She remained on the hidden deck for a few more minutes until she was sure that her blouse had dried and was no longer see-through, and then sauntered back to join her other colleagues as the yacht approached the marina.

*****

As Bianca stepped onto the dock and made her way to the parking lot, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to see a portly fellow grinning down at her.

"You headed back to your hotel? Can I offer you a ride?" It was ostensibly a nice offer, but the way that he licked his lips while waiting for her response made Bianca hesitate.

"No thanks," she replied, and attempted to pacify him with a joke, "My mama always told me not to get into cars with strangers."

He pouted and puffed out his barrel of a chest, "Tell your mama I'm not a stranger. I'm Adam Merrone, Chief Strategy Officer of Damanco!"

Bianca blanched.

What. The. Fuck? This was not Adam Merrone. The handsome man she had just seduced on the boat was Adam Merrone.

Wasn't he?

Come to think of it... he had never told her his last name. And the roly poly guy in front of her -- his voice actually sounded more like the Adam Merrone she had heard on conference calls.

Her mind spun. "I'm sorry, A-Ad-" she couldn't bring herself to say his name after spending the last hour with another, much more appealing Adam. "I'm sorry, Mr. Merrone. I actually don't feel so hot. I'm going to get some fresh air before heading back to the hotel."

He patted her on the arm and wished her well before he took off.

Bianca wandered aimlessly for a while before deciding to summon an Uber. She sat down on a bench and closed her eyes while she waited, picturing a sea of serene glaciers.

This time, her meditation was ineffective at calming her mind. The image melted into a goopy puddle as she heard a car approach.

She barely glanced at the vehicle as she pulled open the door and chucked her suitcase ahead of her in the backseat.

"Hey," came a quiet masculine voice from the front.

Bianca grunted and glared down at her phone, hoping the driver would have the good sense not to bother her during the ride.

The car remained still, and the voice piped cheerily, "Headed to another corporate event?"

Bianca whipped her gaze to the rearview mirror and was confronted by a pair of twinkling blue eyes.

With a dawning sense of dread, Bianca began to grasp just how much she had bungled the evening.

Not only was the Adam she beguiled on the boat not the Adam she needed to impress to further her career; he wasn't part of her company at all. He was an Uber driver. An Uber driver of a supremely shitty old car.

Bianca started perspiring again. The night was relatively cool, but her heart sputtered and her skin flushed hotly from the horror of her realization.

"Jesus fuck, I hate summer," she muttered for the second time that day as she frantically fanned her face with her palm.

Adam leaned around the headrest to peer at Bianca directly. Her sullen expression did not mar her beauty; her ruddy cheeks and glistening skin were alluring.

He reached down to place his hand on her knee, and murmured, "I think I see the problem. This material you're wearing doesn't allow for any air circulation. Perhaps I could help you with that?"

Bianca shut her eyelids in an attempt to regain some composure.

But instead of conjuring her usual images of ice and snow, she couldn't help but picture Adam's sweaty, muscular form sliding on top of hers in the backseat of the car; the sheen on his gorgeous face as he applied his agile tongue to the steamiest parts of her body.

Bianca relaxed, and smiled. She may have fucked over her chance for a promotion. But she wasn't going to miss a ripe opportunity to get fucked. "I think I'm finally starting to acclimate to the heat," she purred, as she flicked open the buttons of her blouse.