The Black Negligee
Some years ago, I was employed by a technical publishing firm, publishing and printing texts and updates on law-related issues. My responsibility was for sales and customer services. I was based at the company’s head office in Wellington, but I also had offices in Auckland and Christchurch, and my staff and I operated out of these offices to cover the whole country.
The company also had staff throughout the country, all of them women and based in their own homes, who would go out to clients’ offices to update the clients’ texts, and I was also responsible for keeping in touch with these staff and co-ordinating their activities. Once a year the out-of-town staff would gather in Wellington to be brought up to date with the company’s activities, and to hear about plans for the coming year. Each year at these meetings I would address the gathered staff to brief them on what my sales and customer services staff had been doing, and what our future plans were.
One year in the 1990s, as we were farewelling the staff, I gave those that I was better acquainted with a quick hug and a peck on the cheek as they were preparing to depart. I was surprised to receive a week later a letter from our Gisborne based staff member, Joy, thanking me for the talk I had giving, but especially for the hug and kiss. The letter went on to say that when I was next visiting Gisborne, to contact her and she would bring me up to date with any changes or developments with our clients in the area.
Several months later I was contacted by our largest client in Gisborne, asking if I could do a valuation of their library for insurance purposes. We agreed a date, and I phoned Joy to let her know that I would be in Gisborne in three weeks, and she asked that I call in for a cup of tea when I arrived in town so that she could let me know what was going on with our clients.
As I was accustomed to do, I left home early and drove to Gisborne, the roads empty for the most part for the first hours, apart from heavy trucks. Getting to Gisborne mid-morning, I went directly to Joy’s home. She welcomed me inside and bustled round making tea and getting out biscuits. Ten or fifteen years older than me, I guessed Joy to be in her mid to late fifties. Slightly plump, she was still attractive, and I guessed that she had been a looker when she was younger, as indeed I found that she had been when on a later date she showed me old photos.
We drank our tea and chatted for maybe quarter of an hour before Joy excused herself. I assumed that she had gone to the toilet, so I was stunned when she returned several minutes later wearing only a sheer, knee length black negligee. The garment was so sheer that it was transparent, the colour only showing where the garment gathered in folds. Asking if I liked what I saw, at my acknowledgment, Joy sank to the floor at my feet. Reaching up she put a hand on my trousers over my cock, and murmuring approval at my obvious arousal, she undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped my, reaching into my underwear to release my swelling cock, which grew to full arousal at the touch of her hands.
I was still holding my cup and saucer, and had to lift them out of the way as Joy knelt between my thighs, urging me to lift up as she tugged my trousers further down my hips, reaching into my underwear to fondle my balls as she bent forward to suck me. She was very skilled, obviously enjoying what she was doing, and after fifteen minutes or so I was achingly erect. Getting to her feet, Joy took the cup and saucer from me, grasping me by the cock as I rose to my feet, and led me by my cock down the hall to her bedroom, as I clutched my trousers to stop them falling to the floor. Once in the bedroom she crouched to pull my shoes off and remove my trousers and underwear as I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Removing the negligee Joy climbed onto the bed, urging me to join her. I began positioning myself to lick her out, but she grabbed my head, pulling me up over her, saying that there was time for that later. She reached to guide my cock inside her, and I found her hot, wet and open. Sighing with pleasure as I sank into her, she wrapped her legs around me and we began to fuck.
Joy seemed frantic, urging me to go harder and faster, and I responded, giving her two climaxes before I came. When she felt me spurting inside her she came again, and I had barely finished moving in her when she slid out from under me, pushing me onto my back as she went to work with her mouth on my still swollen cock. Once I was rock hard again, she turned over and got up on her knees, saying she wanted it from behind. As I entered her, she told me that men liked this position because of the view, and asked me to look down and describe what I saw. I did, in graphic detail, which seemed to heighten her excitement.
After I had cum a second time and withdrawn, I said that I had best dress and visit the client. I showered, and while dressing told Joy of the motel where I was staying. She insisted I stay with her, and made me fetch my bag in from my car before I left, saying she would ring the motel and cancel my reservation.
I worked in the client’s library until it closed at 5.00 pm, recording on a dictaphone an inventory of all their texts and series for valuation later, which would take weeks. When I returned to Joy’s home, she had poured wine for us both, which we ended up taking to bed as she was eager to resume where we had left off that morning. Joy had booked at a restaurant for 7.00, but had to ring and say we would be late after we had enjoyed two hours of sex.
Dinner was a leisurely affair, and I learned that Joy had a man friend, and though they dined or went to movies often, he wasn’t very interested in sex. Returning to the house we were soon back in bed and kissed, sucked and fucked until shortly after midnight. I was woken shortly after 6.00 am by the action of Joy’s mouth on my cock, which was already close to full erection. We enjoyed a leisurely bout of sex until around 7.30, and while I showered and dressed Joy cooked us breakfast.
When I returned to Joy’s home, the activities of the previous afternoon and evening were repeated, and again the following morning I was awakened by Joy’s oral ministrations to my cock. Once again, she made breakfast for us before I departed, this time to return home.
I continued to visit Joy and stay with her each time I was in Gisborne over the next several years until I left the job. She was an animated lover, with an appetite for sex and variation of position that would have shamed women half her age, and we continued to correspond for many years.
The company also had staff throughout the country, all of them women and based in their own homes, who would go out to clients’ offices to update the clients’ texts, and I was also responsible for keeping in touch with these staff and co-ordinating their activities. Once a year the out-of-town staff would gather in Wellington to be brought up to date with the company’s activities, and to hear about plans for the coming year. Each year at these meetings I would address the gathered staff to brief them on what my sales and customer services staff had been doing, and what our future plans were.
One year in the 1990s, as we were farewelling the staff, I gave those that I was better acquainted with a quick hug and a peck on the cheek as they were preparing to depart. I was surprised to receive a week later a letter from our Gisborne based staff member, Joy, thanking me for the talk I had giving, but especially for the hug and kiss. The letter went on to say that when I was next visiting Gisborne, to contact her and she would bring me up to date with any changes or developments with our clients in the area.
Several months later I was contacted by our largest client in Gisborne, asking if I could do a valuation of their library for insurance purposes. We agreed a date, and I phoned Joy to let her know that I would be in Gisborne in three weeks, and she asked that I call in for a cup of tea when I arrived in town so that she could let me know what was going on with our clients.
As I was accustomed to do, I left home early and drove to Gisborne, the roads empty for the most part for the first hours, apart from heavy trucks. Getting to Gisborne mid-morning, I went directly to Joy’s home. She welcomed me inside and bustled round making tea and getting out biscuits. Ten or fifteen years older than me, I guessed Joy to be in her mid to late fifties. Slightly plump, she was still attractive, and I guessed that she had been a looker when she was younger, as indeed I found that she had been when on a later date she showed me old photos.
We drank our tea and chatted for maybe quarter of an hour before Joy excused herself. I assumed that she had gone to the toilet, so I was stunned when she returned several minutes later wearing only a sheer, knee length black negligee. The garment was so sheer that it was transparent, the colour only showing where the garment gathered in folds. Asking if I liked what I saw, at my acknowledgment, Joy sank to the floor at my feet. Reaching up she put a hand on my trousers over my cock, and murmuring approval at my obvious arousal, she undid my belt, unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped my, reaching into my underwear to release my swelling cock, which grew to full arousal at the touch of her hands.
I was still holding my cup and saucer, and had to lift them out of the way as Joy knelt between my thighs, urging me to lift up as she tugged my trousers further down my hips, reaching into my underwear to fondle my balls as she bent forward to suck me. She was very skilled, obviously enjoying what she was doing, and after fifteen minutes or so I was achingly erect. Getting to her feet, Joy took the cup and saucer from me, grasping me by the cock as I rose to my feet, and led me by my cock down the hall to her bedroom, as I clutched my trousers to stop them falling to the floor. Once in the bedroom she crouched to pull my shoes off and remove my trousers and underwear as I pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Removing the negligee Joy climbed onto the bed, urging me to join her. I began positioning myself to lick her out, but she grabbed my head, pulling me up over her, saying that there was time for that later. She reached to guide my cock inside her, and I found her hot, wet and open. Sighing with pleasure as I sank into her, she wrapped her legs around me and we began to fuck.
Joy seemed frantic, urging me to go harder and faster, and I responded, giving her two climaxes before I came. When she felt me spurting inside her she came again, and I had barely finished moving in her when she slid out from under me, pushing me onto my back as she went to work with her mouth on my still swollen cock. Once I was rock hard again, she turned over and got up on her knees, saying she wanted it from behind. As I entered her, she told me that men liked this position because of the view, and asked me to look down and describe what I saw. I did, in graphic detail, which seemed to heighten her excitement.
After I had cum a second time and withdrawn, I said that I had best dress and visit the client. I showered, and while dressing told Joy of the motel where I was staying. She insisted I stay with her, and made me fetch my bag in from my car before I left, saying she would ring the motel and cancel my reservation.
I worked in the client’s library until it closed at 5.00 pm, recording on a dictaphone an inventory of all their texts and series for valuation later, which would take weeks. When I returned to Joy’s home, she had poured wine for us both, which we ended up taking to bed as she was eager to resume where we had left off that morning. Joy had booked at a restaurant for 7.00, but had to ring and say we would be late after we had enjoyed two hours of sex.
Dinner was a leisurely affair, and I learned that Joy had a man friend, and though they dined or went to movies often, he wasn’t very interested in sex. Returning to the house we were soon back in bed and kissed, sucked and fucked until shortly after midnight. I was woken shortly after 6.00 am by the action of Joy’s mouth on my cock, which was already close to full erection. We enjoyed a leisurely bout of sex until around 7.30, and while I showered and dressed Joy cooked us breakfast.
When I returned to Joy’s home, the activities of the previous afternoon and evening were repeated, and again the following morning I was awakened by Joy’s oral ministrations to my cock. Once again, she made breakfast for us before I departed, this time to return home.
I continued to visit Joy and stay with her each time I was in Gisborne over the next several years until I left the job. She was an animated lover, with an appetite for sex and variation of position that would have shamed women half her age, and we continued to correspond for many years.
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