Reaming Robyn

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“Come on, baby, put that big cock in my ass,” she cooed.

I watched in disbelief as my helmet pushed against her puckered opening. I took a deep breath as her labored breathing gasped and she let out a low toned moan as I pressed against her backdoor and slowly forced my solid mass into Robyn’s taboo pipe.

It was barely nine o’clock in the evening on a Wednesday, of all days. I had stayed to work a bit later than usual when I heard her approach me cautiously but seductively at the same time. I looked up and smiled brightly as her ice blue eyes caught hold of mine and locked me into a trance.

Robyn was by far one of the finest women I have seen. She stands at around five feet, five inches tall and she is one tall drink of beauty. She knows it too, far too well. Even though she is gorgeous, she knows how to use it and work it to her advantage. Of the honored few, I was the recipient of her tempting beauty in many more ways than just a casual glance; even a sustained stare.

We first met across a conference room table about two months ago. Robyn was a transplant from a competitive business group. We work in the telecom industry: digital cellular communications, specifically. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her and instantly, I knew that there was some shared energy between us. I sat down in my usual spot amongst the management team. I looked up as I sipped on my coffee and our eyes met and I was instantly transfixed. Robyn has the most haunting, ice blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Ironically, they take you in with their coldness, only to electrocute and burn you simultaneously.

Her hair is straight and jet black; shining with perfect health. Robyn’s face is that of an angel, glowing with elegant beauty. Her tanned skin made her smile and the whites of her eyes glow with ghost-like qualities. Adding to the model-like qualities of her face and figure, was her high-set cheek bones, fierce, cat-like eye brows and devilish wide smile. I practically spit out my coffee after locking glances with her. I felt as if I were in a vacuum as time stood still. The only sound I heard was that of my surprised breath and a lone voice that seemed to echo internally.

“Have you met our newest marketing director, Ms. Robyn Reynolds?”

I placed my coffee cup on the glass table and stood quickly and outstretched my hand towards the goddess of vanity herself.

Robyn offered her delicate hand in receipt, but her grip was delightfully deceiving as she took hold of my hand and gripped firmly.

“It’s very nice to meet you, sir,” she smirked, winking at me.

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Reynolds; I’m Steve Roberts.”

“Please, Steve, call me ‘Robyn.'”

“No problem,” I winked back at her, smiled and returned to my seat.

Throughout the meeting and presentations, I could not seem to take my glance off her. My eyes walked all over her, memorizing her every feature. I felt as if I was back in high school again, acting like a kid in a candy store, looking at a work of art intently and completely transfixed on the energy draw that she had on me, taking me in like a high-powered magnet. I’m not sure if anyone else in the room sensed the connection that was obviously taking place between us, but I didn’t really care. My eyes locked on hers just like a high-precision targeting system locking on a threatening bogey aircraft. Her eyes took to mine as her eye brows cocked and her eyes subtly sneered as she quick glances turned to sustained intent glares. My throat grew thick as I struggled to swallow the enlarging lump. My vision took her physical characteristics in deeply as my intake moved down her chiseled face to her slender neck line and below to her high-set nicely round firm breasts. From the looks of her, she had the strong resemblance of Cassia Riley, a well-known porn star with remarkable beauty and poise. Robyn seemed to be built the same way: tall, slender, thin, and an hour-glass figure to boot. If her measurements were close, they’d have to be 36-24-34. She was just perfect. I couldn’t wait to see her stand to verify my hopes of her thin, long legs and tight waist line.

Soon, the morning meeting came to an end and the conference room lights were illuminated. We all stood and I kept severe watch of Robyn’s figure as she rose. Just as my imagination had worked to secure and complete my fantasy, her body was exactly as I had envisioned. She leaned forward as she stood to gather her collection of hand-outs on the desk. I watched in awe as her deep cleavage presented itself to me through the casual opening of her blouse. Her firm tits were nestled perfectly in her bra, holding them close in line to her chest. As Robyn’s figure straightened, our eyes met and locked briefly again. She smiled disarmingly, as she acknowledged the weight of my stare. Her torso was long and slender, giving way to a superior set of hips, tightly wrapped with her business skirt. Even though she was tastefully dressed, her tight-fitting clothing allowed her hidden beauty to be forcefully exposed and exploited. Robyn’s skirt barely covered her thighs and ran to just above her knees. Her waist was thin and looked very grab-friendly, bahis firmaları as her curves followed suit perfectly down the slender line of her torso and down to her long toned legs. Black stockings and matching high heels completed the perfect scene as she took a few steps and turned to pick up her briefcase below her seat. Not wanting to miss a thing, I watched with wide eyes as she leaned over, exposing one hell of a nice, tight-looking backside. Shivers ran down my spine as I gawked. Robyn then stood up, clutching her nylon computer case. She placed her papers into one of the bag’s pockets and walked around the long side of the conference table. I smiled widely at her as she approached and offered her hand.

“It was nice to meet you, Steve,” she whispered slyly, “I look forward to working with you.”

“Likewise,” I smiled and gulped, watching her fine rear end shift elegantly as she walked away and out of the room.

My transfixion was abruptly interrupted as Jim; the director of new accounts cornered me with a raised eyebrow. I’ve known Jim for about six years. We started with the company around the same time. I’ve always trusted Jim’s judgment, as he seems to have the pulse of the industry. He also has an uncanny knack of reading people and is an excellent judge of character.

“What do you think you’re doing there, buddy?” Jim sternly asked, as the room emptied noisily.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know damn well,” Jim whispered. “Don’t mix business with pleasure.”

I felt my ears burn with embarrassment.

“Do you think anyone knows?” I asked nervously.

“Maybe; you two certainly weren’t being too discreet.”

“Oh, well,” I laughed, trying to tone down the situation.

“Yeah, but it won’t be just, ‘oh well,’ if some one gets in trouble.”

“Don’t worry, Jim, I got it all under control.”

Jim smirked and left the room, leaving me alone.

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In the weeks following, it seemed that Robyn and I were in many meetings together. Most of which were casual excuses for us to play flirtatious mind games with one another. I never minded. Crossing paths with her was one of the few things that I looked forward to while being at the office. It seemed that each of our meetings consisted of me checking her out full course. I was never disappointed. Robyn always seemed to wear stunning clothes that showed off her delectable figure like a god damn high-end showroom automobile. Every inch of her appeared flawless. Her body was damn tight and she knew exactly how to command attention. She had mine, at least and it was difficult to not stand at attention consistently, if you know what I mean. I figured her for a 32-24-34 measurement. Her figure was absolutely perfect. Her height was right on cue and the way she carried herself: sure, strong and confident. I love the way she moved and commanded attention. Her stance was stable, her presence firm and the form of her line begged…demanded one-hundred percent focus. When she walked, she alternated one firm, slender, long leg in front of another, almost as if she was walking on an invisible tight rope. When she moved, her hips swayed from side to side, as if she was slow dancing for a private audience. She kept herself in shape and it was obvious. I was thinking that her breasts were natural, but in the grand scheme of things, that detail didn’t matter much to me whatsoever. I simply enjoyed the sight of her, her long thin legs, curvaceous hips, tight ass, long torso, ample tits, firm shoulders, slender neck, long flowing black hair, and bright wide smile. Her looks alone could weaken the knees of the most confident, polished men.

During the last meeting after flirting with her with wild looks and winks, I couldn’t stand it any longer and knew that I wanted to fuck Robyn badly. Just the simple sight of her sent me reeling and her scent, my God, simply amazing – intoxicating, undeniably sexy. I decided to go to my trusty interoffice contact. Her name is Cheryl. She works in the trenches of the marketing department. If anyone’s in the know, it is definitely her. I’ve known Cheryl for just about the same amount of time that I’ve known Jim. Both are valiant friends and excellent folks to have in your corner, so I knew that I wouldn’t be steered wrong by either one. Jim is a good guy to turn to for the male perspective and Cheryl, of course, gives it to me straight from a female persuasion. Both are invaluable. I caught up with Cheryl the following afternoon while she was filing some documents in the hall cabinets.

“Hey Cher,” I cheerfully greeted her.

“Well, hey there, stranger!” she beamed.

“What’s new?”

“Oh, the usual, just another day.”

“Your job treating you all right?”

“Yeah, no complaints there.”

“Hey, listen, I got a question for you,” I motioned with my head towards the copy room adjacent to us, so she would get the hint that it was of a personal nature. As usual, smarty Cheryl understood exactly what I was getting at and immediately shut the drawer to the cabinet and walked over to the copy room. I followed immediately kaçak iddaa behind her. She shut the door behind us.

“What’s up?” she asked with concern.

“You know the new girl…err, woman, I mean?”

“Who…Oh, wait, you mean Robyn?!” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“Exactly!”

“Oh, what about…oh, I get it. You want to fuck her, don’t you?” Her eye brow rose with a look of sly interest.

Again, I felt my ears burn and tingle with embarrassment.

“Well, yeah,” I admitted.

“Hey, no harm, no foul. Hell, if I were a guy, I’d want to do her too. She’s got a nice ass and a hell of a figure.”

I laughed out loud, “I knew you’d understand, Cheryl.”

“Of course, babe. I’m just one of the guys when it comes to shit like this.”

“Thanks.”

“So, you want me to hook you up?”

“Well, sort of, but I don’t want this to turn into some sort of high school cat and mouse game either. Can you play detective for me first?”

“For you, honey, absolutely. And, it certainly means that mum’s the word until I get some goods for you.”

“You’re the best, Cher!”

“I know, I know,” she smiled, “But just you wait until you get my bill.”

I laughed in response, “This will be great.”

“Yeah, it will and since it’s you, I’m all about getting you laid. Not that you need it or anything, but you know…it’s because I like you and all.”

“Thanks again, Cher. Let me know what you find out.”

“No problem. I’ll keep you informed.”

We exchanged a quick friendly hug and parted ways. The rest of the day droned on as normal. Lots of paperwork, phone calls…the usual. As the afternoon dragged into the early evening, around 4:30, I got a phone call from my trusty mole, Cheryl.

“Hey, I got some information for you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Can I call you on your cell?”

“Give me about forty-five minutes, and I’ll call you, if that’s okay?”

“Yep, okay by me.”

“Thanks.”

“You bet.”

When I was in my car, headed back to my condo, I gave Cheryl a ring as promised. She, apparently, was on her way home too.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Cher.”

“Hey there, daddio!”

“So, whaddya got?”

“Well, lots of stuff, really.”

“Okay?”

“Well, she’s single and she loves to party. If you’re expecting to settle down with her, forget it. But, if you’re willing to play, she’s game. Here’s the catch though, if you’re still interested, you have to play according to her rules.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, it means that she calls the shots. She’s a bit of a control freak. She likes to be in command.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Yeah, so, she likes the chase game too. But, she’s the one who wins. Put her in the wrong spot and you can kiss your chances hasta la-bye, bye.”

“Uh, huh.”

“You want my recommendation?”

“Absolutely.”

“Continue to flirt with her like you have been. Apparently, she’s totally into that, and then, when it comes to the next level, let her make the move. When you get the invitation, believe me, you’ll know. Then, accept it immediately and be agreeable to whatever she wants. I think you’ll be golden at that point.”

“Ah, very cool.”

“Sounds like a worthwhile chance; especially if you’re looking for fun.”

“You know me, Cher. I’m all about the fun.”

She laughed on the line, “Yeah, so I’ve heard.”

“So, where did you get all of this info on our gal?”

“Come on, Steve, you know I can’t reveal my sources. However, if you must know, some of it was received by my intuition and the other, just by knowing her type a bit.”

“All right, thanks. Now, she doesn’t suspect anything, does she?”

“Steve, honestly, don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then, let it go.”

“Okay.”

“But keep your eyes open. I believe you’re in for an invitation shortly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, don’t anticipate it too much, but don’t be blind to it when it comes your way.”

“Okay, thanks again, Cher.”

“Anytime, babe. You know I’d always help you out.”

“I know, I know. And, if there’s anything I can do for you, you let me know.”

“Thanks, you’re a sweetheart.”

“So are you!”

“Bye.”

“See you later, Cher.”

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The following week brought an interesting turn of events, just as Cheryl had predicted. Much to my surprise, I did get that invitation from Robyn. It could not have come any sooner.

We were in another management team meeting and Robyn was asked to present key figures for an upcoming direct mail campaign. To no surprise, she looked ravishing in her form-fitting business skirt and matching jacket. Wow, what an amazing-looking woman, stripped right from the cover of one of the popular glossy supermarket check out lanes – absolutely incredible. And, just like clockwork, I flirted with her throughout her presentation. Some of the instances caused her some serious distraction, which I would have been to blame for entirely, had we been busted. Every time she looked my way, I gave her the eye and kaçak bahis it was not difficult to have her completely undressed in my mind either; especially given the hot look she was sporting. After she wrapped up her presentation and we had a quick question and answer session, the meeting broke up and folks left the room.

“Oh, Steve, please wait a minute. I’d like to discuss a few things with you.”

“Sure,” I smiled, watching my colleagues exit.

As soon as they were out of the room, Robyn smiled at me, flashing her brilliant white smile. I watched Robyn like a school child as she approached me with an evil-looking smirk on her face. She was certainly up to no good. She turned the corner, rounding the wide conference room table and sauntered towards me, her hands on her slender hips in a power stance. Looking down at me, she flipped her hair and pulled it back around one ear. Then, she side-stepped and lifted herself and took a seat on the edge of the table, immediately to my right. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed hard. Leaning over, she maintained a strong visual lock on my eyes as her torso leaned forward towards me. Her low-cut blouse pulled against her firm breasts, holding them tightly in place. My eyes wandered down to her lovely cleavage, presenting itself obviously. I got the vibe that she liked me checking her out, so I decided it would be safe to overtly look at her. Her dark cleavage line was wonderful, dividing her round breasts perfectly down the middle, separating her globes with elegance and style. If we were alone (outside of the office, that is), I’m sure that I would be given the green light to cop a feel. Her subtle breathing brought me back to the present as I turned my focus back to her.

“So, tell me, Steve, did you like the presentation?” her eyes batted.

“Then, or now?” I joked.

She let out a disarming giggle. I winked at her and smiled.

Smirking back and licking her dark red lips she replied, “I see…both then?”

“Both presentations were outstanding.”

“Thank you.”

“Certainly, but maybe I should be the one thanking you?”

Robyn let out another chuckle, followed by a quick smirk, “Well, that remains to be seen.”

“Uh, huh.”

“Well, I’ll say that you definitely owe me one.”

“I’m sorry, for what?”

“For practically getting us busted in the last few team meetings.”

“Oh, that?”

“Yes, that!”

“Okay, I’ll bite.”

“Well, I certainly hope you do,” she winked.

I laughed a little, “So you like it rough?”

“Sometimes, but it depends with who.”

“I see,” I smirked, knowing that I had a shoe in, “So, Robyn, what can I do to make it up to you?”

“Well, how about dinner at my place this weekend?”

“I’d love to.”

“Okay, let’s say seven o’clock on Friday?”

“Sounds great.”

“It sure does,” she licked her lips again; “I’ll email you directions.”

“I’m getting hungry already.”

“I bet you are,” she smiled.

With one fast motion, she was off the table and onto the floor, walking over to collect her presentation materials. I picked up my legal pad, PDA and coffee and I was out the door myself, making a bee line back to my office to await her email.

The minutes seemed to crawl at a snail’s pace as I pined my time. My adrenaline was pulsing through my veins all day, so I was able to get all of my calls made and correspondences written in record time. Before lunch, all of my needed work was completed, far ahead of schedule. Speaking of schedules, I double-checked mine and saw that the rest of the day was wide open, so I decided to take the afternoon off and go decompress a bit. No sooner had I communicated to my assistant that I was out for the remainder of the day, Robyn’s email came through. It read: “7:00 PM, Friday. Bring yourself and your appetite; nothing more. Don’t be late.” Following the note were directions to her place, as promised. I was in. Grinning, I said goodbye to my assistant and was out the door. The rest of the afternoon, I enjoyed hanging out at a local coffee shop and walked around the local forest preserve. I didn’t feel the least bit guilty about it; the weather was especially pleasant for the mid-September date. It was certainly a nice break from the routine and it was good to be alone with my thoughts of what the weekend rendezvous with Robyn might be like. My pulse raced and my dick grew firm as my imagination painted some brilliant snapshots.

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Friday quickly came and ended. It was an especially busy day with work, as most Fridays are. Everyone seems to wait to the last minute to file their requests. I had multiple proposals to review and check requisitions to sign. I guess it’s just human nature to wait for the last minute like this, as annoying as it is, I can’t fault folks for behaving this way, when I do the same many times as well. Regardless, the important thing was that Friday was over and it was time for me to get going over to Robyn’s place. I raced home, took a quick shower and picked up some flowers from the local supermarket. Like a man on a desperate cocaine run, I was on my way. Her directions were perfect and I arrived just before seven, as agreed. Nervously, I rang the doorbell. Moments later, she opened the door and greeted me with an anticipatory, but genuine smile.

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