Brad Harris - After hours secretary

"Ohhhhh!" he moaned. "Ohhhh, finally! Ohhh, it's been so long! What a beautiful fuck! What a beautiful girl!"

They lay in each other's arms afterwards. Mr. Timms kept stroking her body. His eyes kept gazing on her as though she were something exquisite, something very precious. His treatment of her sent a warm shiver through her. She was something special. She was very special.

Ginny closed her eyes and basked in his adoration. She might have done something nice for a lonely man, but he had done even more for her. She had made him feel virile and important again. He had done more than that for her. He had made her feel soft and desirable. He had restored her innocence. She was his little princess. She was his goddess. She was a very special person, a very special lay.

Ginny leaned over and kissed him. She kissed his eyelids. She kissed his cheeks. She kissed his chin. Then she kissed him softly on the lips. She held the kiss for a long time. As she finally drew back she smiled adoringly at him.

"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for the most beautiful moment in my life."

"Ready?" Ginny asked as she looked over at Lorelei. "Ready to turn on the charm?"

"If it's charm I'm supposed to turn on," her friend laughed. "Actually I think Mr. Timms would prefer that we turn on less charm and more sex."

Their eyes met, sparkling. Ginny had caught their reflections in a glass door as they walked through the lobby of the exclusive hotel. The dresses they had purchased earlier in the day were breathtaking. Ginny had never worn anything so absolutely gorgeous in her life. The price had been gorgeous, too. She had gasped at the price tag, then shrugged her shoulders. Mr. Timms had warned them against even looking at the price. All he wanted was for them to each select the best-looking dress they could find. He was paying for it.

"I don't think well have to do much turning on," the blonde added. "These clothes pretty well do it for us."

Her body was displayed lusciously by the clinging silk. The dress looked more like a nightgown than a dress. That was the fashion for evening, though. The hot-orange material was cut low, almost low enough to show her nipples. Only the tiniest straps held it up. The long skirt was slit well up to her thighs. Ginny knew she looked gorgeous. The redhead with her was just as spectacular. Lorelei had selected a rich gold silk that covered one shoulder but dropped low off the other, showing the sick of her tit. They had taken longer selecting the right jewelry than they had picking out the dresses. They looked sexy as hell. They felt sexy as hell. They were sexy as hell!

The girls laughed at each other, then pushed through the heavy door to the party within. The sound of the small combo met them, the sound of chattering voices surrounded them. They stepped inside and paused, surveying the party for the directors.

"There they are now!" Mr. Timms' voice rang out. He had two men with him. Ginny smiled at her boss as he ushered his two friends through the crowd toward them. The men's eyes glowed as they spotted the girls. They took a good look at the dresses, a better look at the bodies so flagrantly displayed by the dresses. Both of them smiled eagerly and came willingly along beside Gaylord Timms.

"Miss Mason. Miss Novak," Timms bubbled. "Mr. Harris and Mr. Dawson."

The tall man with prematurely gray hair took Ginny's hand. He squeezed her fingers gently and smiled down into her eyes. She saw his gaze drop briefly to the luscious display of tit before coming back to meet her upturned face. He smiled warmly.

"Hamilton Harris," he said. "To save time, just call me Ham."

"Ginny," she answered. "No, it's not short for Virginia and no, I'm not a virgin."

They laughed together. Ham put an arm about her waist and nodded his approval to Mr. Timms. The blonde snuggled against him, catching the appreciative wink of Mr. Timms. Her boss beamed at them as he turned to go and look after some of the other directors. These two men were very important to the company, Ginny knew. They had recently purchased huge shares of stock and come on the board. It was extremely important that they be made to feel secure about the company and about the way Mr. Timms ran the operation.

Ham led her to the bar and ordered drinks for them. As she sipped her drink, the blonde's eyes roved over the assembled directors and their guests. She saw Lorelei and the dark-haired Bill Dawson dancing. Then her attention was caught by the slender brunette dancing beside them. She looked so familiar. Something about her appearance sent a vague feeling of discomfort through Ginny.

"Hey!" Ham protested. "You're ignoring me!"

"Never!" she laughed. "I'd never ignore a man like you. No way!"

"See someone you recognized?" he asked, looking in the direction she had been staring. "You acted as though you'd seen a ghost."

Ginny didn't realize that her expression had given her away. Suddenly she realized why she had felt such a gut reaction to the brunette. It was the girl whose picture had been in the paper with Sid Weeks. Ginny felt a sudden surge of anger inside her. What was she doing here?

"The slender girl out there dancing," she answered Ham. "The one next to Lorelei. I thought I knew her."

"You probably do," Ham replied. "That's old man Jenkins' daughter. Too bad she doesn't have the class of her old man. I hear she's become little more than a tramp. Her dad still dotes on her, though. I understand the men at Worldwide have to play up to her in order to keep the Jenkins account."

So that was it! That was why Sid had been with the woman! Ginny felt a moment of guilt at her anger toward the, young salesman. She had misjudged him. Still, he wasn't with the woman all the time. He wasn't with her tonight. He had plenty of other free time. He could have called Ginny for a date.

Ham's arm came back around her. He pulled the blonde tightly against himself. His hand felt along her hip, delighting in the softness of her skin beneath the thin silk. She could sense the sudden arousal of his passion. She could feel the increased excitement inside him. He leaned his lips down to her ear and whispered his suggestion.

"Parties like this bore me," he told her. "Why don't we slip up to my suite for a private celebration?"

She had known he would ask her. He was supposed to ask her. That was why all the expense of dress and jewelry. That was why she had spent the afternoon at the beauty salon. That was why she was here. Ginny cuddled against his body and nodded her agreement. She winked across at Lorelei as they made their way to the door. She saw Mr. Timms smile at them as he led her out of the room.

She felt important as they stood waiting for the elevator. She was with an extremely powerful man, an extremely wealthy man. She knew that the other women who were passing along the hallway were looking at her enviously. Ham Harris was striking man. The air of power and assurance exuded from him. He looked important. He looked powerful and rich.

His eyes fastened on her body as they rode up in the elevator. He studied her curves as though already anticipating having them beneath his roving hands. He didn't start pawing at her immediately, though. He had too much class for that. Men like Hamilton Harris didn't have to paw at women. All they had to do was crook a finger and pussy came running. He knew it. He would have plenty of time to explore her body at leisure. He knew that, too.

His suite was on the top floor of the hotel. He had a terrace that looked down on the city. Ginny walked out there and looked at the brilliant display of lights below her while Ham mixed them two more drinks. She stood at the edge and felt the light evening breeze whip her dress about her legs and press the thin material even more revealingly against her tits.