The first time I saw Jen, we both were at her company pool party. As I stood chatting with a business friend, I watched her swimming impressively, cutting through the water like a Greek million-dollar yacht. Her one-piece suit was barely winning the battle to keep her heavy breasts covered. I knew right then I had to have her. It started with small talks on the phone. Then pure pleasantries turned to late lunches at the local bistro as I talked my way in Jen's world and heart.
Three months later, I gave Jen a call. As I waited for her answer, I pulled my cock out and slowly started stroking. When I heard her sensual voice, I wanted her even more. I made up my mind to explore one of her fantasies. As she was talking to me, I had picked up my pace, stroking myself harder to orgasm. Thinking about my plan sent me over the edge, and I came all over myself, moaning softly. Jen giggled and, before hanging up, said, "Naughty boy! See you Saturday."
Smiling to myself, I knew my plan was coming together.
Promptly at 7 pm, I was at Jen's flat. Earlier I had texted her that we had a reservation at 8 pm. My personal driver, Saul, opened the rear door for Jen to slip into the back seat. Smiling at Jen, I handed her a glass of her favorite white wine, taking in her stunning beauty. Jen was wearing a jade-green evening dress that cupped her full breasts and her gorgeous ass. It was the perfect choice of gown, and it complimented her Auburn curls. As Saul pulled away, soft, smooth jazz rolled around and held her as my hand rested on her tanned leg. She had no idea what lay ahead of her. As I finished my Jameson, I leaned in close, kissing her neck. Drawing my lips to her ear, I whispered in Jen's ear, "Little Mouse, take your panties off and give them to me."