Cindy sat back into the coach as she got more comfortable. She continued to flip her hair, running her hands through her luxuriant brown tresses, as she talked about her career.
"I'd really like to know what happened between you and Revlon. I know it must be difficult, but if I'm to help you, I need to know exactly what happened over there," Johnny asked after Cindy finished talking.
"Well, John, what actually happened was one of
the new senior execs over there thought I'd sell myself to him to keep the
job. Who the hell did he think I am? An amateur?" she started.
She looked over at him, smiling as he watched her intently.
"Excuse me," she said as she stood up and pulled her red sweater over to her and threw it aside. Her perky breasts bounced as she let go the sweater. She then ran both hands through her hair, slightly wiggling her bra-clad chest.
Sitting down again, she unclasped her lacy black bra and set it next to her. Turning toward him, she continued talking as she started massaging her breasts.
"Anyway, I told him to fuck off, and a couple weeks later I learned they were going in another direction. They wanted a younger look," she continued. Her face was flushed with anger.
Johnny sat, holding his breath briefly, as he watched her play with her breasts. He already had a raging hard-on but didn't think he had enough control yet to actually have sex. Cindy noticed his discomfort reached over and unzipped his fly, letting his wad spring free.
"Oh my!" was all she said as she let him free.
"See, that's much more comfortable huh?" she said, watching his member spring to attention, lightly patting it as it bounced free.
"Yes, thank you," he stammered.
Smiling, Cindy reached over and started massaging his balls.
"Anyway, I was wondering if you had any ideas. I've heard a lot about you and I'm pretty impressed," she continued as she started lightly squeezing his dick. He was rocking back and forth against the coach as she continued her ministrations.
Grabbing hold slightly harder, she continued her hand job. The wet sound of her warm hands rubbing against his pulsing member pervaded the room.
"Ahh, yeah, I ahhh, think I have some, umm, ideas," he said, barely about to talk.
"Yes, well, I'd really love to hear them. I hope they are a little better then what you did with Tiffany," she continued, laughing lightly and running one hand through her hair. All he could do was grunt.
"Are you okay John? Something seems wrong," she asked, not understanding what the problem was. She bent over and lightly bit the lobe of his right ear, whispering lightly, "If there is anything I can do to help."
Cindy felt his his dick bulge and exclaimed "oh" when a light drop of cum hit her cheek.
Sun Oct 7 08:26:56 2001