Joseph:
By the time I get to the hotel, Dawson tells me I just missed Peter. I talk to him until a guest needs to be checked in, and I take a seat in the lobby to wait for Joyce to make an appearance. As soon as I sit down, I hear a damn from the guy sitting next to me, I follow his eyes, and there is Joyce. Hot damn! She looks hot as fuck. The dress she has on fits her perfectly and the heels, all I’m going to say is I need her to have those shoes on as I drive my cock inside her. Her hair is up in a topknot, and it helps put her face, neck and shoulders on display. She is nothing short of a masterpiece. I stand as she approaches me,
“Hello Joyce. You look spectacular,” I say as I kiss her cheek.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, Joseph,” she says. I hold my elbow out to her and we walk towards the restaurant. We look like we should be heading to NY fashion week instead of to dinner. The server seats us at a high back booth overlooking the gardens in the private dining room. The room is lit by only candles, and the music is a light jazz, setting a very intimate atmosphere. We order drinks and the server tells us he will give us time to look over the menu.
“How did your product release go today?” I ask as I take a sip of water.
“Better than I expected. I sold out faster than I predicted.”
“So, you expected to sell out?”
“I have sold out at every location we did the exclusive pre-release event, so yes I expected to sell out here too,” she says matter of factly with no sense of bragging. She is simply stating facts.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you. So, you were there to buy the products for yourself?” she asks.
“Yes and no,” I reply. She raises an eyebrow but does not verbalize the question. “I came to buy for the house.”
“The house?” she says confused.
“I have seven brothers and a sister-in-law and most of us have hair. My sister is a black woman; she faithfully uses your products, and one day one of us used them and loved them so much we began stealing them to use. Eventually my brother, her husband, chewed our asses out about using his wife’s stuff so we’ve had to get our own. Anyways, she is out of town on business and missed your pre-release event where she is and sent me today to get some. She wanted me to buy your entire supply, but I didn’t want to disappoint the other people who came today to get your products, so I stuck with the maximum I could get.”
She nods her head in understanding.
“So do you have to play delivery guy too?”
“No, we all live in the same house.”
“Nine of you live in the same house?” she says her eyebrows touching her hairline with surprise.
“Well, it’s over thirty thousand square feet now since my brother made renovations for his wife,” I say.
“Oh, ok so not a house. You all live in a mansion,” she concludes.
“Yes, I guess that is a better description,” I say.
The server comes back, and we order our food and get refills on our drinks. Before we can continue our conversation, Dawson walks over to me.
“Joseph, here are your car keys. I had the valet move it to Peter’s spot, so just go out his private door. I didn’t want anything to happen to it, and I am heading out. It was good seeing you again, and Ms. Haynes, have a good night,” he said and was gone before we could get a response out.
“You know the owner?”
“Yes,” I say without further explanation, and she doesn’t push for more. We keep the conversation light. And before we know it our food is served. It is delicious. We eat, talk, laugh, and enjoy each other’s company. After dessert, I try to pay the bill but am told it is taken care of, so I leave a generous tip and walk Joyce back to the elevator and prepare to head home.
When the elevator opens, I tell her I had an amazing night, and I did. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good and relaxed time with a woman before.
“I was hoping for a repeat of earlier, this time with no interruptions, time or space constraints,” she says as she steps in the elevator. I am a little taken aback but not enough to not take her up on her offer and step on the elevator with her in answer to her invitation.
Once we reach her room, we go in and I pour us drinks; we have all night so there is no need to rush this. We sit on the sofa and pick up where we left off in the restaurant. I learned that she has been building her company for the past fifteen or so years. She made her first million about five years after actually taking it seriously. Since then, she has increased her profits ten times over and is looking to expand her products, and the only education she has is her high school diploma and her cosmetology license. Is it weird that I might be more attracted to her intelligence than I am to her body? I do not talk much about me, my company, or past. I really want to learn more about her. We end up sitting in silence. She grabs the remote and turns on the surround sound system and Tank When We begin to play. I pull her across the sofa to me.
“Are you sure, Joyce? I am just happy to be here with you and we can leave it at that,” I tell her, and I am almost surprised because I mean what I said. I am happy to just spend this time with her. In answer to my questions, she leans in and kisses me. Well, that tells me everything I need to know. Before I can comprehend how, we are naked. I suck a nipple in my mouth, and she arches her back from the sensation. My cock is pressed up against my stomach, and she begins to rock her core on it, rubbing her clit against it and leaving her wetness in its wake. Before long, I am wet from the proof of her arousal and my mouth waters to taste it. I stand with her in my arms, and she wraps her legs around me. I release her nipple and take her mouth as I walk to her balcony doors. I shift her weight so I can support her and open the door. The evening air is warm but still cool enough to feel refreshing against our overheated skin. I sat her on the balcony railing. “Do you trust me, Joy?” I ask her when I manage to stop kissing her.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
I unwrap her legs from behind me and hold them out in a wide V. “Hold onto the railing,” I whisper to her. Once she does, I go to my knees. I understand what Plies was talking about in his song Ms. Pretty Pussy, because she has the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. I start at her inner thighs, kissing, licking and sucking. I pull her skin into my mouth and suck hard; I haven’t left a mark on a woman since high school, nor have I desired to, but I want to mark every inch of her. I switch thighs and give it a matching mark. Deciding to put us both out of our misery, I lean and lick her from the bottom of her pussy to the top. I suck one lip and then give its twin the same treatment. She is squirming on the banister, but she doesn’t have room to do too much. Done with the teasing, I begin to eat her pussy like it’s the last meal I’ll ever have. I slide two fingers inside her as I suck on her clit like a pacifier. I flip them, curl them up and suck hard as I try to listen to her cum. She clamps those glorious thighs against the sides of my head, so my hearing is a little hindered right now. I lick her lightly as she comes down from her orgasmic high. Standing to my full height I grab a condom out of my pocket, slide it on. I kiss her as I line my cock up to her entrance and slide home.