and it made her grind against the hard rubber of the heavy toy sitting upright inside of her; Lisa suppressed a groan and the urge to bounce on it. She’d been told not to squirm, or he’d take her new toy away. She noticed Yamamoto watching her and ducked her head over her paper again.
But it was too distracting--the long, thick molded cock inside of Lisa stretched her body just as he did, and thoughts of Yamamoto continued to sweep across her mind. That first moment alone, finally, totally alone--no office, no children, no one but her and Ken Yamamoto, flame-eyed and fierce in the twilight. The hotel he’d chosen was so expensive she’d only ever read about the interior of the rooms in magazines, so elegant she gasped when she opened the door to their suite, but he’d still been nervous. “Do you like it?” He watched her eyes for any sign of disapproval, but Lisa was only able to nod.
“It’s lovely,” she said, and strode towards the balcony. The ocean yawned before them, the sun dropping below the horizon only moments ago. “It’s all... It’s all so beautiful.” Lisa had never been on vacation without her children before; she and her boss had only just confessed their uneasy feelings for each other three days previous. Three awkward, frightening, desperate days. The magnitude of change in her life had unsettled her; Lisa suddenly found important reasons not to be in the single, opulent office she shared with her boss. The brilliant color of his eyes slowly dimmed, and by that Friday they almost reverted to their previous equilibrium: professional, cool, distant. “I need you to come with me to San Diego tonight,” he told her that morning. “I must have you there--the Avery deal is supposed to be closed this weekend, and you know their file better than I do.” She wanted to object, but when she’d looked up at him and seen the fire returned to his eyes...
It wasn’t wrong, that she’d needed time to process what had happened between them. It wasn’t wrong for her to need more than two days and thirty orgasms to believe he might love her. She knew he knew that, as well. But Yamamoto insisted she come on this suddenly urgent ‘business trip,’ and Lisa’s sister graciously offered to watch the kids. Her hands were sweaty as she stared out at the violet sea. On the plane, they’d spoken only of the Avery file, the impending Patterson closing, and whether or not her contract covered travel costs.
They certainly hadn’t discussed the way his long, elegant fingers crept constantly to the edge of his seat--that, for the first time she could ever remember, his tie was loose around his neck. Yamamoto was tall, and the seats were uncomfortable for him; when he stood up to pace the aisle of the plane, their legs pressed against each other for just a second as he passed. He froze. “Ms. Tyrell,” he said softly, “thank you for coming with me. This would be very difficult without you.”
Lisa was trying to erase everything she’d learned about his face--each mercurial shift of expression seemed almost noisy to her now, when for so long she’d believed him utterly impassive. “It’s an honor, sir,” she said. It was; none of the office harpies ever accompanied him on business trips. A flash of emotion--worry, relief, she couldn’t be sure--raced over his features, and then he nodded stiffly and was gone.
It was only once they reached the hotel that he revealed their rooms were next to one another. As they rode up to the top floor in the elevator, his eyes were trained on his own reflection. Lisa felt her heart begin to pound.
She shouldn’t have come.
Was she crazy?
She should be telling him she was in love with him right now, she thought, her breath beginning to keep pace with her racing heart. She should’ve just said it aloud when he had, back in the office, when he confessed... Could this be real?
But it was too distracting--the long, thick molded cock inside of Lisa stretched her body just as he did, and thoughts of Yamamoto continued to sweep across her mind. That first moment alone, finally, totally alone--no office, no children, no one but her and Ken Yamamoto, flame-eyed and fierce in the twilight. The hotel he’d chosen was so expensive she’d only ever read about the interior of the rooms in magazines, so elegant she gasped when she opened the door to their suite, but he’d still been nervous. “Do you like it?” He watched her eyes for any sign of disapproval, but Lisa was only able to nod.
“It’s lovely,” she said, and strode towards the balcony. The ocean yawned before them, the sun dropping below the horizon only moments ago. “It’s all... It’s all so beautiful.” Lisa had never been on vacation without her children before; she and her boss had only just confessed their uneasy feelings for each other three days previous. Three awkward, frightening, desperate days. The magnitude of change in her life had unsettled her; Lisa suddenly found important reasons not to be in the single, opulent office she shared with her boss. The brilliant color of his eyes slowly dimmed, and by that Friday they almost reverted to their previous equilibrium: professional, cool, distant. “I need you to come with me to San Diego tonight,” he told her that morning. “I must have you there--the Avery deal is supposed to be closed this weekend, and you know their file better than I do.” She wanted to object, but when she’d looked up at him and seen the fire returned to his eyes...
It wasn’t wrong, that she’d needed time to process what had happened between them. It wasn’t wrong for her to need more than two days and thirty orgasms to believe he might love her. She knew he knew that, as well. But Yamamoto insisted she come on this suddenly urgent ‘business trip,’ and Lisa’s sister graciously offered to watch the kids. Her hands were sweaty as she stared out at the violet sea. On the plane, they’d spoken only of the Avery file, the impending Patterson closing, and whether or not her contract covered travel costs.
They certainly hadn’t discussed the way his long, elegant fingers crept constantly to the edge of his seat--that, for the first time she could ever remember, his tie was loose around his neck. Yamamoto was tall, and the seats were uncomfortable for him; when he stood up to pace the aisle of the plane, their legs pressed against each other for just a second as he passed. He froze. “Ms. Tyrell,” he said softly, “thank you for coming with me. This would be very difficult without you.”
Lisa was trying to erase everything she’d learned about his face--each mercurial shift of expression seemed almost noisy to her now, when for so long she’d believed him utterly impassive. “It’s an honor, sir,” she said. It was; none of the office harpies ever accompanied him on business trips. A flash of emotion--worry, relief, she couldn’t be sure--raced over his features, and then he nodded stiffly and was gone.
It was only once they reached the hotel that he revealed their rooms were next to one another. As they rode up to the top floor in the elevator, his eyes were trained on his own reflection. Lisa felt her heart begin to pound.
She shouldn’t have come.
Was she crazy?
She should be telling him she was in love with him right now, she thought, her breath beginning to keep pace with her racing heart. She should’ve just said it aloud when he had, back in the office, when he confessed... Could this be real?
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