1. Nicole and Her Busnessman, Part 2


    Date: 10/25/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: jaycox, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    grabbed the house phone, got an outside line and called his office in New York. Shit, it was already 7 PM there. Eight rings later his secretary, Shakira, picked up the line. "Honey, it's Wilson. I took a nap and slept right through the conference call with Europe. Jesus! I'm in trouble. Get me Scott, wherever he is and pray I can mend the fences," he said with irritation in his voice. Loving Nikki and business were already at odds. "Don't worry, Sir, it was canceled. The German affiliate didn't have all the data you requested yet. Something about unrest in North Africa today that jammed the wires. It will be redone as soon as they can get things patched up," Shakira said. "Thank God, I could have messed up a lot of work. I dozed off reading a boring book. Anything else?" "I've made the arrangements for two at the Acapulco Princess you requested for the week after next. Rudi has requested clearance over Mexican airspace and everything should be ready to go. I also have things lined up for two in LaJolla, CA this weekend." "Everything? The padre too?" "Yes, Sir." He smiled to himself. It was a gamble that she felt about him as strongly as he felt about her. Would she leave here though? Or would she cut and run at his aggressive move? Tonight may tell. "OK, I'll check in the morning. Unless it's something super urgent just let me be. I'll call about noon New York time. Bye now." He hung up, stood and walked to the window. It was just starting to darken outside as the late ...
    March day began to fade. Lights shone in the hills surrounding the valley where the hotel was situated. 'I wonder where she lives out there? Can I move her from her, take her with me? I cannot bear the thought of leaving her behind. The loneliness of the last two months was awful. I want her; I need her. I love her.' I looked in the mirror once more and fluffed my hair a bit. I am ready now. No bra, no panties, my best perfume dabbed on my ears, breasts, and my thighs. I pinned a small spray of wild violets in my hair. They had just popped out of their cocoons a few days ago as the weather warmed. Violets and other tiny wildflowers grew in profusion in the grassy area behind the hotel where the path was to the guest's picnic ground. I love flowers in my hair. Why can't I dance naked in the woods with them and my lover next to me? I see us standing naked by the edge of the stream out there, my arms lovingly wrapped around his neck, his hands on my breasts in a tender embrace. Stop, Nikki, dammit, stop!" You'll cum again right here you sex-crazed slut. Am I a slut? With Wilson, I will do anything he asks, anything. It was 10:30 when I stole up the stairs to his room. The elevator was way too risky what with my little gray dress, black nylons, and stiletto heels. I didn't look like room service. Or did I? The most dangerous part was getting to his room door. The storekeeper party guys were all around making a harmless racket. I opened the door from the stairwell and the hallway was ...