1. Predetermined Meeting


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 62.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Alyssa age 28 reporter from Indiana is to meet me near Stone Bridge Oaks in Grapevine Texas. The plan is to meet Alyssa at a predetermined place near this area. I'm running late, something I always avoid. I get to an appointment early and wait than be late. I have never met her, I agreed to help place her in seclusion for a while. She is multimedia reporter that got into trouble reporting a story. I turned into the parking lot of the appointed rendezvous spot. I looked around the parking lot, searching for her car. Then it occurred to me, I did not know the kind of car that had been rented for her. Our paths have crossed via a business associate. I had seen Alyssa's profile, and checked her out; she is an attractive 28 year old woman, never married, petite 5' 6", hot slender figure. Knowing I had seen her profile she made the first move and called me. WE decided to meet here for wine tasting. Alyssa checked her makeup in the tiny mirror of her compact. Her red lipstick is perfect, thick mascara and smoky eye shadow, light blush across her cheekbones all looked fine. After applying a light dusting of powder across her nose, she snapped the compact closed and slipped it back into her purse. She hoped she looked all right, dressed in a dark green pantsuit over a white blouse. She has never been sent into seclusion. When she'd gotten the call from Mr. Malone's security guard this morning, she'd been alarmed, thinking something had happened. But everything is fine, the security ...
    guard had assured her, Mr. Malone just needed to speak to her about a matter of importance. Other than that, would not give her a clue as to what I might want with her. Fluffing her auburn hair nervously, she looked up at the numbers as the elevator slowly climbed its way to the top floor. When the doors slides open, she stepped into a richly decorated reception area. A security guard sat at the desk, he looked up as Alyssa approached the desk. " I'm Alyssa," she said, and at the guards's look of indifference, added, " Mr. Malone wanted to see me?" The guard picked up the phone and pushed a button. " Alyssa is here," he announced, then hung up and pointed at the door to her right. " Mr. Malone is waiting for you," he said in a bored tone. " You can go in." " Thank you," Alyssa smiled, adding in her mind, " bastard." She moved to the door and opened it, stepping into a wood-paneled office that is large enough to host a conference. There is thick carpeting on the floor, a pair of leather sofas and coffee table in one corner, and I'm seated at the largest oak desk she'd ever seen. I rose to greet her. " I'm John Malone," I introduced myself with a disarming smile, reaching out to shake her hand. She recognized me, having seen me a number of times at business conferences, although we had never spoken. Around 58, I'm rugged looking, with a full head of slicked-back gray hair over a deeply tanned face with steely gray eyes and a hawk-like profile. I'm over six feet tall, with a big ...
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