AdultMatchMaker
AdultMatchMaker
Story 6: The Seduction Of Ms. Honeywell - Older American man seduces a young hotshot reporter in Australia.I am not really sure how my company,Digital Integrated Networks, got the account. My job was to make sure we kept it. The Brisbane Daily Courier is one of the Rupert Murdock owned newspapers.My assignment was to design a new phone system which would give them greater flexibly and a faster response time to incoming calls.
I just walked around for the first day,talking,asking questions, and getting a general feel for the present system and the problems it caused. It was about 11 AM when she first walked by with her obviously practiced walk, which drove the men crazy. Heads raised all over the room as she moved through. To say, she is beautiful, is only half the story and maybe not half. She is a vision of loveliness. Blond hair cropped short revealing an elegant neck. Her head was steady and pointed straight forward. But her hips, were another story. I can't say whether it was the sway or a rotation of her hips that had every pair of male eyes riveted on her motion. It seemed as though some heads bounced up and down with her every step. She appeared not to notice. Right ! I knew better. She knew every thought and every fantasy. Every fantasy except mine. I was no different, but she didn't know that yet. I fully intended to make sure she found out in the week I was to spend in Brisbane.
Tom Jennings, the reporter I was speaking with before we were so pleasantly interrupted, told me her name. I didn't ask, but I really wanted to know. "Tiffanie Honeywell is a hard case," He said.
Really?--What do you mean?
She never gives any of us the time of day.
Well maybe you are asking the wrong question.We both laughed.
She may be young, but she is tough and she is good.She is one of the best investigative journalists we have. No really the best. When she does a story it is straight. There are no pulled punches. And the stories can be ruthless really. But they are fair. There are no little forgotten details to come back to bite her ass.
Kind of makes you want to be the first "little detail" doesn't it ? We laughed again. That's what men do sometimes rather than openly drool.
I didn't want to follow her. Well yes I did. What I didn't want was to make it obvious. So I walked in the other direction, figuring that if she came from that way, she'd eventually be coming back the same way. Ha !! Brilliant deduction.
As it turned out Tiffanie would become an important resource for me. Not only was she a good journalist, she knew the problems with the phone system and what need to happen. Just how that happened, was my job. Each day I found her to be more and more helpful. The sight of her legs was very helpful too. Her legs are to die for. I've already described her ass and what it did. Her short skirts revealed trim little ankles, and well toned calves. She had to be a runner. I learned later that she was, as well as a swimmer . What I could see of her thighs, which was not as much as I wanted to see, led me into great temptation. As far as I know, she did not catch me openly staring . Tiffanie has the legs of dancer,long and powerful, running up into those short skirts to an ass that is perfectly rounded and toned. The ass of an athlete. Kissable to say the least.
I flirted shamelessly all week. But like the man said, not even the time of day. She did smile at me though. That was at least some reward for my effort. And a few times I caught her checking me out too. I am quite a bit older, but that did not deter me. I am 47, and still in pretty good shape, if I do say so myself. I stand 5'10" and weigh 178lbs. I played running back at 195 lbs. back in my college days and ran the 100 meter sprint too, before the injury that stopped short my dream of the pro's. It was just a freak thing. I'd been hit thousands of times, but I guess never when I had just planted my left foot to make a cut back up inside. People said they heard the crack in the stands. Four months and a steel rod later, my football days were over. But I have stayed in pretty good shape. I even lost a little weight when I stopped the heavy lifting. I still work out 5 days a week for a couple of hours.
Through my flirting and just talking, I learned That Tiffanie had a serious boyfriend, and what was worse, she lived with him. That was going to make it tougher. I knew she liked me, but she would not go out with me. She was kind enough to say it was too risky. Not just "NO" . I took that as encouragement and smiled through each gentle rebuff. She even started laughing about it too as the days went on.
On Friday, my last day for this trip, Tiffanie was dressed in a short blue skirt and a white blouse unbuttoned at the top to reveal the swell of her cleavage. I could hardly refrain from gawking as she walked by. I walked out of the building to a small flower shop and bought a single long stem red rosebud. Then I walked back in carrying it behind my back. She looked up as I knocked on her open door; smiled and motioned for me to come in. She look curious as I stood with my hand behind my back. "What are you hiding back there?" she asked. I pulled the rose from behind my back and said " thank you. Thank you for your help". "Oh Jerry "she said--"You are so sweet". "Tiffanie", I said "this is my last day. I know you have a boyfriend. I understand that, but how about having lunch with me?" She thought for a minute and I figured it was over. But then she smiled and said, "You are too much. OK". "I'll come by for you" I said, and left.
I made sure it was well passed the normal lunch time before I went back to her office. "I though you had stood me up on our first date" Tiffanie said smiling. "And would that have broken your heart?" I asked. "In a million pieces" she said. We both laughed. In addition to her looks, Tiffanie had the kind of personality I was always drawn to. She had a good sense of humor a quick wit, and oh those legs. Legs aren't personality are they? In her case they were.
We picked a little Italian restaurant a few blocks away and decided to walk. I wanted to follow behind her just so I could watch her ass swing, but reluctantly chose not to. It was very much like a little restaurant I visit regularly back home in Chicago, when I am in town. A waiter, dressed it black slacks, a white shirt and a black bow tie, showed us to a table. The restaurant was almost empty, as I had hoped it would be. I saw a fountain outside a large picture window with a good view of the Brisbane skyline. I asked if we could have a booth close to that window. Tiffanie decided to have soup and salad. I had the same. The waiter asked if we would like a drink before our lunch. I ask Tiffanie if she had ever tried Long Island ice tea. "Sounds refreshing" she said. The waiter brought our drinks and I began to tell Tiffanie about growing up, and a rather colorful uncle of mine. Uncle Hubert spent one glorious summer with us and told enough stories and tall tales to last a life time. I sat at his feet almost every night. I was 12 at the time and remember his stories to this day. He had been a bootlegger in his early days and told stories of raids on his whiskey still and car chases and some of his customers who were quite colorful themselves. I related a story about a sheriff who caught him at his still one afternoon. Uncle Hubert started to run with the sheriff in pursuit. The sheriff couldn't catch him, but neither could Uncle Hubert get very far ahead. Finally the sheriff became tired and started walking. Uncle Hubert was exhausted too and couldn't just run off, so they walked keeping about the same distance between them. Finally the sheriff told Uncle Hubert that if he didn't stop, he would shoot him. Uncle Hubert kept going and the sheriff didn't shoot. Finally Uncle Hubert recovered a little and ran off.
It was a small community. Everybody knew everyone else. But there seemed to be a sense of fairness about the sheriff. If he didn't catch you at the still, he did not come to your house and arrest you. That was during the Great Depression of the late 1920's and running into the 1930's. Making whiskey was a way of life in the foothills of the Great Smokie Mountains.
Tiffanie laughed throughout the story as I did my best to imitate the voice and style of Uncle Hubert. The drink helped I think. Our lunch came and we ate as I told more stories from the mountains where my family originally lived. The waiter came back and asked if we wanted another drink. I looked at Tiffanie. "That was really quite good" she said. I ordered two more. The waiter cleared the table and brought the drinks. "May I sit beside you so I can look out the window too?" I asked. She just patted the seat on her side of the booth.
I moved beside her and as I sat I leaned over close to her neck and inhaled deeply.. She looked at me and I quickly asked "What kind of perfume is that? It's intoxicating. "White Diamonds" she said. I leaned closer this time and breathed in again. "Just intoxicating." Tiffanie giggled. I leaned over again, this Time I kissed her neck. "You are a bad boy" she said with another giggle.. I kissed her neck again. This time trailing little kisses along her throat and the side of her neck , before moving up to nibble her ear lobe. "Not too bad am I?" I asked. "You are very bad" she said. I moved back and took a sip of my drink. "Your boyfriend is a lucky man" I said. She looked and me and said "He might not think so, if he saw you kissing me."Kissing you? That was no kiss !" I said. "This is a kiss". I moved my lips very close to hers but not touching. I just brushed her lips softly, then moved closer and kissed her fully. I licked her lips with my tongue. Tiffanie opened her mouth to receive my invading tongue. Our tongues danced in a long slow kiss. I moved my lips back to her neck and kissed along the side to the back of her neck. She leaned forward and I kissed along her hairline across the back of her neck, then reached down to place my hand on her thigh over her skirt. She moved it away, but not immediately. I kissed her lips again and moved my hand back to her thigh and started to rub up and down. She placed her hand on my wrist but did not push. I just kept it still. I broke our kiss, just as the waiter came to see if we wanted another drink. Tiffanie said she thought this one would be enough and giggled again. I told the waiter we would just finish these, but wanted to sit for a while. He started to go when I asked him if it had been a busy lunch. At the same time I moved my hand to Tiffanie's bare thigh and started to rub my fingers around her inner thigh. She kept her grip on my wrist but again did not push my hand away. As the waiter was telling me about the busy lunch, I moved my hand up between her legs, pushing her skirt up along with my hand. She squeezed my wrist harder but still did not push my hand away. I slid my hand to touch the edge of her panties, which I now knew was a thong. As I continued to talk to the waiter I traced my fingers lightly over her swollen pussy lips. She closed her legs on my hand and took another sip of her drink before opening her legs again, a little wider this time. I told the waiter that I would find him when we were ready to go. I winked at him. he winked back and walked away with a big smile. I knew he would not bother us again. As he left, Tiffanie turned to me and said "You are so---mmm- my lips cut off her words with a kiss. I kissed her more urgently this time and cupped her pussy with my hand, softly massaging it for a while before moving the crotch of her thong aside and sliding a finger in her wet little pussy. "Ohhh hhhh Jerry --noooooooooooo" I kissed her harder and put another finger in her pussy. She moaned into my mouth as I fucked her mouth with my tongue and began fucking her pussy with my fingers. Tiffanie released my wrist and put her hand on the back of my head, running her fingers through my curls, and pulling me tighter into her lips. When we broke this time she said with a kind of pleading voice. "Jerry, I can't. I'm sorry,I just can't". I kept my fingers slowly fucking in and out of her gushing pussy. "That's OK Tiff. I understand" I said, as my thumb found her clit. I kissed her lips again as I rubbed my thumb across her clit a few more times, then pushed my fingers as deep as they would go into her pussy. I felt her spasm. Her legs clamped on my hand, and she raised her hips off the seat. This time when I moved away, Tiffanie rested her head on my shoulder. "What am going to do with you?" she said. "Take me home and keep me" I suggested as my fingers continued to move slowly in and out of her pussy. Tiffanie kissed my neck and gave a big sigh. "You know I can't do that" she whispered, continuing to kiss my neck. I turned to face her again and said, "I know Tiff. It's OK. I have to go soon anyway. But I need one more kiss." She put her hand behind my head and pulled my lips tight against her mouth. This time she tongue fucked my mouth as my fingers continued moving in and out of her pussy. I pulled away and looked into her eyes and said "Tiff I want you so bad. "She kissed me hard again, but made no other response. I was pretty sure she wanted me, but she wasn't going to admit it. Not now anyway. "OK" I said as we broke the kiss. "I'll find the waiter". I smiled at her as I got up, revealing the tent my cock making in my pants. She giggled again and said "I need to use the ladies room to straighten up".I found the waiter quickly and placed a $20 in his hand saying we need a few more minutes. He nodded and smiled, saying "yes sir". I headed straight for the ladies room.
Tiffanie was standing in front of the sink as I walked in. She looked up and saw me in the mirror just as I put my hands on her hips and pulled her ass into my rampant cock. "You are crazy" she said as I reached one hand up to cup a breast. Tiffanie leaned her head back. I reached down and pulled her skirt up over her hips. I could see that her thong was completely soaked. "See what you did?" she asked. I ran my hand down inside her thong to caress the swollen lips of her pussy. "Well, just feel what you did to me" I said, as I pressed my cock into her firm ass. I turned her around and lifted her onto the counter. Then I stood back and pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the counter beside her. I kicked my loafers off and unbuckled my pants. Tiffanie was unbuttoning her blouse as my pants fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I slid my under ware down and off, letting my cock spring free. It stood straight out and wagged back and forth as I stepped between her legs. I kissed her hard, grinding my chest against her tits. I pulled away and bent to take a nipple in my mouth, teasing it between my teeth and tongue. I felt it grow hard like a pebble . I moved to the other tit and did the same thing. Then I kissed my way down her belly as I knelt on the floor, sticking my tongue in her belly button, then moved on down, purposely avoiding her pussy. I kissed the inside of her knee and looked up at her pussy. I rubbed my hand up her thigh to within an inch of her pussy then crossed over and lightly rubbed the other thigh."MMMMMMMMMM "I said. "I've been wanting to see these all week".Tiffanie put her hands in my hair as I buried my face in her pussy. I licked up her slit, then sucked each lip into my mouth, one at a time. I then pushed my tongue between her lips and licked as deep as I could. I found her clit with my tongue, then licked and sucked it into my mouth. Tiffanie was groaning and pulling my head into her pussy. I stood and looked into her eyes as held my cock against her pussy. I rubbed the head all around her lips. Tiffanie looked down to watch as I parted her lips with the head of back and started slamming into her again. "Oh yes , fuck, yes" , she grunted . I pummeled her pussy as hard as I could, knowing I could not last much longer. I slammed as deep as I could once more and felt my balls swell. I bellowed like a bull as the first spurt of cum shot into her. "Oooohhhhh fuck--Oh fuck Tiff, I'm cumming. I'm cumming." My cock flexed and shot another spurt of warm cum deep into her tight little pussy. I felt her pussy spasm again. Our juices mixed as we kissed again. "God Tiff ,once is not enough. What can I do?" She kissed me again, and said "Hurry back baby, hurry back".my cock and rubbed it up and down. She threw her head back as I push into her, feeling her pussy stretch as I went in a few inches. I held it there, letting her get used to it. Then I pulled back until just the head was in, before pushing forward again.This time I went about half way, before I pulled back again. Tiffanie moaned "Pleezzzzee" "What baby?" I asked in my most innocent voice."You know what !! Fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me. I pushed in again.Tiffanie grunted. I pulled back once more and slammed my cock to the hilt. "Oohhhhhhhhhh damn.-Ohhhhh fuck. Yessssss, fuck me." she cried. I felt her pussy convulse around my cock and her juices started to flow. She put her hands on the counter and pushed up to meet me. I just kept it there until she came down. As soon as she opened her eyes I pulled back and started to pummel her sweet little pussy as hard as I could. I knew that I could not last much longer. I felt my balls swell and I bellowed like a bull as I shot cum deep into her pussy. "Ohhhhhhh fuck Tiff, I' m cumming. I'm cumming." I shot spurt after spurt into her as she lifted her ass to meet every thrust. I kissed her lips long and slow as my cock started to soften. "Tiffanie, once is not enough, baby. What can I do?." "Just hurry back. Please hurry back" she said.
We put our clothes back on and found the waiter. He smiled as I gave him my credit card. When we left, Tiffanie was holding my arm, pressing her luscious tits against me. "I'll dream of you every night" she said.
