Stockings and Suspenders (3 page)

 “You’re late,” he said then reached
out to brush back a strand of my hair which had fallen over the right corner of
my mouth. “But I will forgive you.”

 “Why did you wait?” I asked.

 “Maybe I decided you were worth the
wait.”

 “I didn’t mean to blow you off, Mr.
Hall.”
My bitch of a boss wanted to harass me just a bit more to make
herself feel all powerful or to add to her I’m the boss and I can fuck you over
any time I wish tally.
Of course I couldn’t say that so I explained. “I had
something to finish for Ms. Saxton.”

 “Ah… so you weren’t intending to make
me suffer, making me wait and wonder?”

 “No, but why would you wait?
Seriously, I am over two hours late. No woman is worth that kind of wait.”

 “You are, Grace,” he said. Then
he slowly leaned into my body and whispered in my ear. “And stop calling me Mr.
Hall. Call me Dravin.”

 The tone of his voice was enough to
make me cream my panties. The fact Dravin Hall was actually saying this to me,
took me back for a moment. Perchance he was interested. I on the other hand,
was beginning to feel like I had just stepped into an alternative
universe. Maybe I had fallen into a black hole. Conceivably, I’d been
sucked into a parallel reality. Perhaps there really was a Santa and my
Christmas present would come a few days early this year. Oh, yes… maybe I would
be cuming this year.

 I had to stop myself. I was probably
losing it. Dravin Hall did not “entertain” women like me. He hung out with the
beautiful people. The tall, the blonde, and the big boobed.
Grace, you have
lost your ever-loving mind.
This idea seemed much more feasible than the
idea that Dravin Hall, one of the owners of Cline, Smith and Hall, seemed to be
hitting on me. Grace Hale, a lowly executive assistant with frizzy auburn
hair, small boobs, and who also felt bloated with the onslaught of what had to
be PMS.

 Dravin picked up my beer and my hand.
“Come with me,” he said, leading the way to a back booth which I noticed to be
dimly lit as well as tantalizingly secluded. “I was getting ready to order
something to eat. Are you hungry?”

 “Yes, starving actually.”

 “Good.”

 I slid into the booth, sliding until
the wall stopped me. I watched as he slid in right beside of me instead of
across from me. I was cornered like a rat. The wall to my right, the table
to my front, and his warm body snuggled up to my left. We were touching
thigh to thigh, and he did smell wonderful. Like a crisp ocean breeze, spiced
with something delectable.

 “I was thinking of ordering the Black
Angus burger and fries with a side of wings,” he said as he handed me a slick
menu from the end corner of the table.

 “Sure, sounds great,” I said without
even gazing at the menu. Then realized maybe I should order something less filling,
daintier, like a salad or a turkey wrap.

 He gave me a sideway glance. The hint
of a grin danced across his face, playing around the edges of his mouth. He
carefully slipped the menu from my hands before he laid it back where it had
come from.

 “How’s the finger?”

 I glanced down toward the digit in
question. “I’m fine.”

 “You know, that finger is going to be
sore for quite some time.”

 “Um,” I mumbled an agreement.

 The waitress arrived, decked out in
blinking Christmas bulb earrings. “What can I get for you?” she asked

 “Two Black Angus burgers with fries
and a large side of wings,” Dravin said.

 “How would you like your burgers
cooked?”

 He turned his head to look at me.
“Grace?”

 “Well done,” I replied.

 “The same,” Dravin said, looking back
at our merry server, “and bring two more pale ales with our meal please.”

 “Sure, anything else?” she asked.

 “No,” Dravin said then turned to look
back at me. I smiled and tucked a piece of my hair back behind my ear.
“Grace, I am going to get right to the point.”

 “All right,” I mumbled only to find
myself swimming in his aqua blue eyes.

 “I am attracted to you. I have
been so since I first met you two years ago at the meet and greet company
picnic for our new hires. I find you stimulating, and I want to get to know
you better.”

 
Stimulating?

 I blurted out, “By get to know me
better are you meaning to take me to bed?”

  Perhaps I was wrong, and he didn’t
mean what I thought he meant, but I so hoped a huge bed along with molten hot
sex would be in our future.

 Dravin let out a low laugh which
seemed to vibrate over my skin and shoot through my body like a bolt of
lightning thrown by the gods.

 “See,” he laughed the word. “I even
find that attractive. Straight to the point, no beating around the bush,” he
said, keeping my gaze. “In answer, yes, Grace. I hope to be able to take you
into my bed.” His voice lowered. “Among other things.”

 “And what about Ms. Saxton?”

 “Charlotte and I are no longer seeing
each other. We have a strictly professional relationship.”

 “Does she know that?”

 He let out a guffaw. “Yes, Grace, she
knows.”

 “And tonight, what are you expecting
tonight?”

 “I expect nothing but whatever you
want to give me. And maybe this,” he added, placing his mouth to mine.

 It was persuasion of the deepest
kind. His tongue tangled with mine while his hand made its way to the back of
my neck, under my hair, massaging. His mouth moved and swayed against my
mouth, his tongue caressing, lapping then lashing mine harder, deeper. I
realized in this moment, as my body melted into a puddle, I would give him
anything he wanted. I would indeed accept his proposal.

 Dravin pulled back from my mouth and
allowed his breath and his words to fall upon my moist lips. “So than, do you
accept my proposal?”

 “Yes,” I muttered.

 “Will you do something for me?”

 “Anything.”

 “Good,” he said. Carefully he
caressed the hollow of my throat with his fingertip then whispered, “Take off
your stockings.”

  “Here?”

 “Yes.”

 “Is this the, ‘among other things?’”
I asked.

 Dravin licked his lips as if
re-tasting our kiss. “Yes, Grace.”

  I wanted to tremble at how he said
my name. He had a way of making my name sexy. It almost sounded naughty,
forbidden, perhaps a secret told to a lover.

 I reached for the bottom hem of my
skirt, inching up the left side until I found the garter. Dravin’s eyes
flashed. I unhooked the garter and slid the left stocking from my leg, lifting
my foot, removing my heel and pulled the stocking off, completely. Unable
to fully maneuver, I was forced to inch my skirt up a little higher in order to
remove my right stocking, nevertheless I finally managed the task. I
placed my bare feet back inside of my high heels and wadded up the stockings
into my hand before tucking them into my purse.

 “Leave your skirt lifted,” he said in
a hungry voice. He removed his suit coat and placed it over my lap to
cover my bare legs.

 “Your burgers,” the waitress
announced. She placed our food, the ale, and the massive basket of hot wings on
the table. “Can I get you anything else?”

 “No,” Dravin said.

 When the waitress left, Dravin’s hand
made its way under his suit coat to find and conquer my bare knee. He lingered
there before inching up my thigh and stopping within a breath of the silken
crotch of my panties. I was so glad I had taken the time to shave my legs
this morning. He caressed my thigh. I shivered. Dravin smiled then moved his
fingers along the front of my panties, causing a delicious friction against my
clit. Unable to stop, I bucked forward into his hand which cupped my womanhood. He
was holding me with the palm of his large hand like I was a gift to be
unwrapped, slowly.

 “Eat,” he told me.

 “I’m not sure I can eat with your
hand on my—”

 “Eat,” he said again, interrupting
me.

 This was his game, I decided, so I
picked up my bottle and took another long swig of the ale. Clearly, Dravin
had no intention of moving his hand from between my legs. When I picked up
a fry, his fingers moved against me. I placed the golden fried string into
my mouth and chewed. His fingers stirred some more. If I stopped chewing,
he stopped touching. I picked up another fry, placed it into my mouth. His
fingers brushed across my panties. I ate another fry. He massaged me
intimately, and when I went to take a bite of my burger his hand and his fingers
became much more eager.

 I made it halfway through my burger
when he moved aside my panties, exposed my folds and began exploring the most
secret part of my body.

 “Um,” he groaned, “you are wet.”

 I managed to say, “Yes,” when he
slipped a finger inside of me. “Oh…” I mumbled.

 Dravin watched my face, intently, as
he slid his long finger in and out of my moist pussy. I shook. As if this were
his cue, he began fingering me in earnest.

 I put down my food, clutched at the
edge of the table and closed my eyes. Two of his fingers delved deep inside of
me.

 “Yeah, Grace. That’s it,” he said.
“Spread for me.”

 He hit my sweet spot with unerring
ease. My right knee hit the wall. He probed, testing the tightness, tapped
against that bundle of nerves inside my body which made me twitch in pleasure.
My pussy wanted to purr. I wondered how he had found my spot so
easily. The last man I was with struggled with my body. In fact, I
had been sleeping with him for over six months before he made me cum with a fizzling
pop. No great fireworks, no bang, just a modest pop. Dravin on the other hand
was without doubt going to make me come. I realized quite quickly I might
implode, explode, and detonate with a world class body rocking blast.

 As Dravin moved inside of me, my feminine
juices flowed. I was so freaking wet. He glided in and out, in and out, hitting
my mark with each inward thrust before pulling out and twirling my now bloomed
clit between his fingers. I wanted to say,
fuck yes, where have you
been all of my life?
But I held it in. I couldn’t forget where we were. In
truth, I would never be able to come to The Fireside Grill again without
becoming flushed.

 I heard the excitement in his
respirations. Felt his lips gliding over the base of my throat as he
finger-fucked me.

 “I’m going to cum,” I said into his
ear, rocking myself shamelessly upon his hand.

 “Cum for me, Grace,” he said,
plunging his now three fingers deep inside of me and applying rocking pressure
to my clit with the palm of his hand.

 I bit down upon my lip in an attempt
to keep myself from crying out. My legs trembled. My clit buzzed and my pussy
quaked. I clutched the edge of the table so hard all of my fingers hurt before
I came apart at the seams. A powerful jolt hit me. It took me to the top
and lashed me forward onto his hand. My vaginal walls rippled and bore
down upon his fingers. I was cuming with the rage of a well-fucked woman,
inside the back booth of The Fireside Grill, with
Frosty the Snowman
blaring from the jukebox in the corner. I, Grace Hale, rode the hand of Dravin
Hall with unleashed abandon.

 When I could feel the last quivers of
my orgasm ease through me, I took a long awaited breath. Dravin leaned over and
kissed my salty burger laden lips.

 “That was just as satisfying as I
imagined. But next time, Grace...” My eyes shot to his with the words of a
next time. “I want to feel this sweet little pussy cum while you ride my cock
like that,” he said.

 “Um…”

 “Do you accept my proposal?” he
asked, smirking.

 “Yes, definitely,” I managed upon
tremulous lips.

 With a soft kiss to my lips, he freed
his hand. Then to my amazement, I watched as he started licking each of
his fingers with a guttural groan. When he was done supping upon his long
digits he picked up his beer and washed down the taste. “Fucking sweet,” he
murmured. “Now, let’s eat, Grace. I’m starving and you never finished your
burger.”

Epilogue

When I arrived at the office the next
morning, I felt buoyant, as if I could conquer the world or at the very least
slay the dragon which was Charlotte Saxton. I took my place at the desk
only to be interrupted by the intercom buzzer. It rang out harshly.

 “Grace, Dravin did not get his
proposal packet. Did you complete it?” My boss asked in a nasal sharp
rasp.

 “Yes, Ms. Saxton. I placed it
into his box before I left last night.”

 “Well, he did not find it. Currently
we are in the boardroom awaiting the arrival of the Johnson group. Should
he be forced to read off my packet due to your incompetence?” she snapped.