An Executive\'s Story

We met on the first day of our freshman year at college.  Amid all the hustle and bustle of kids carrying bags and boxes, wandering lost around the quad and seeking out their room assignments we ended up in the same room.  I won’t say that we were instantly friends, but it really didn’t take too long either.  In a lot of ways we were as different as night and day.  There I was, 5’6, slender (a pole with tits and ass as my girlfriends in high school used to say!), brown hair and eyes and from a little place in Indiana several hours away.  Then there was Ellen, she was 5’2, absolutely gorgeous, with small firm boobs, a tight curvy butt and all of that beautiful blond hair, and those blue eyes.  A boyfriend of hers once called them “bewitching” and he was right – about the only thing he ever got right!  But he was right none the less. 

 

We had a great year, she dated, I dated, we hung out together some – often catching a movie or going to dinner together and by the end of the year we were both disappointed when we found out that we wouldn’t be sharing a room the next year.  We saw each other sporadically, no classes together as she was in the Engineering curriculum and I was in the Business School, but we talked on the phone at least 5 times a week.  We talked about everything, absolutely everything, school, our families, guys, sex, politics….literally everything. 

 

During our junior year we were both seeing guys seriously and pretty much exclusively.  I had been dating the asshole who eventually became my husband for several months and Ellen had been very steady with some guy named Jan from the School of the Arts for quite a while – I knew she had it for him in a bad way.  Just after the holiday break things really went south between me and “the asshole” and we stopped seeing each other for several weeks (very sad that I wasn’t smart enough to maintain that distance, but that’s another story in and of itself).  I got a call late one night in February, really late, it woke me up around 12:30 or so I guess.  It was Ellen, she was hysterical.  She and “Art guy” had had a huge fight and he slapped her and they broke up.  She was just a mess, so being the good friend – and honestly being worried that she’d call him or do something equally stupid – I pulled on some sweats and went on over to the other side of the campus where her dorm was.

 

I consoled her, we laughed, we cried and we ate…..god, we ate nearly everything in the room that night!  And somewhere around 4:30 or 5:00 in the morning it happened, we were sitting together on the couch eating ice cream……silly enough, she was teasing me with the spoon, acting like she was going to feed me a nice spoonful and then swooping it into her own mouth at the last second.  Well, amidst the frustration and the laughter I decided that I was much quicker than she was and when she tried it again I lunged at the spoon…..the result was my open mouth over the spoon as it went into her mouth, and then, the next second….we were kissing.  No more laughing, no more teasing, the ice cream, the Art guy, my asshole, hell, the entire world was forgotten at that point.  Nothing mattered but the sweet, wet urgent kisses between two very close friends that were about to become much, much closer.

We made love that night, well – that morning - and off and on most of the next day.  It was the first time with another girl for both of us and it was fabulous. 

We were both a little awkward about it when we talked the first time afterward a couple of days later.  I called to check on her and make sure she was still alright and after about 5 minutes of very painful small talk, she finally laughed and said, “Okay, look, we slept together.  I hope you liked it as much as I did because I thought it was great – I’ve never cum like that before! Thank you Char, thank you.”  I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and gushed my own soliloquy thanking her and telling her how worried I was that I’d somehow taken advantage of her, blah, blah, blah.  We ended up laughing at each other, and then spending the better part of an hour discussing the very intimate details and how much we were both amazed that we could get off without a penis involved!

 

About three weeks later she came by my room one Thursday night unexpectedly.  She was carrying a bag with two bottles of wine and some bread and cheese.  I opened the door and she stood there, looking sheepish and she laughed and asked me if her thoughts of seducing me were masked well enough or not.  I laughed and let her in – she didn’t leave until morning.

 

That became our pattern for the rest of the year, and our Senior year as well.  One of us would show up at the other’s place every 3 or 4, sometimes 6 weeks and we’d have a night together, making arduous, passionate love to each other, as lovers, as equals, as best friends.  Even once the guys, my asshole and her new male friend(s) came back into the picture we managed to get together every so often.  It never seemed like cheating on them, or even wrong for that matter.

 

Finally we graduated, Ellen as a chemical engineer and me with my business degree and we parted company.  We kept in touch, and even saw each other now and again, albeit with spouses in tow over the first few years we were out of college.  Then my marriage finally failed and I took a big promotion and moved from the Midwest to New York.  She followed her career to California and also did quite well.  Even though we never saw each other we did stay in close touch.  In the early years we talked on the phone a lot, nearly every day.  Over time the advent of email changed that a bit to the point that we usually would chat on the phone nearly every weekend at some point and keep in touch electronically in between. 

 

Over the years things happen, my career went well, after my marriage to “the asshole” fell apart I had a succession of so-so boyfriends and even a couple who played around tying me up and one who spanked me.  I mean he really spanked me, it was the most painful and degrading thing I had ever experienced – and god help me, the sex we had afterward was among the absolute best I can ever remember.  That should have been a clue I suppose.  On the professional front I steadily moved up the corporate ladder until about 3 years ago when I moved from the city to upstate to accept a job as the Vice-President of Operations for a medium sized defense company.  I was very self-satisfied professionally; I had made VP by the age of 41.

 

Ellen was also doing pretty well, she finally moved out of the lab and into the management chain and had progressed fairly well along that path also. 

She called me last spring on a Tuesday evening, I was instantly afraid something was wrong because we never spoke on the phone through the week any more, always on the weekends.  She was very excited; the first thing she asked me was where it was that I was living again.  I laughed; she couldn’t seem to remember the name of the little town that I’d bought my house in for some reason.  So I told her, just think of it as Syracuse.  She said, well that’s great!  I’ve just been offered a job just outside of Buffalo…..that’s in the same area, right?

 

I laughed again and told her that yes, it was generally in the same area.  Syracuse and Buffalo are about 2 or 2 and a half hours apart on the thruway.  She rambled on and on about how great it would be to be close enough to visit once in a while, and how happy she was going to be to get the hell out of California.  I was excited too.  To finally have my best friend back – even if only to see a few times a year would be great! 

 

Well, she accepted the job and by the end of summer she was moved in to a new house just outside of Buffalo.  We were talking on the phone nearly every day again now and it honestly seemed like the old days where I should be able to walk a few blocks across campus and see her.

 

Shortly after she moved back she came out to my place for the weekend.  We had a ball, went shopping, went to the movies, went out to dinner and generally had a blast, I was truly sorry to see her head back across the thruway on Sunday afternoon.  I promised faithfully to visit her new house the following weekend, and then promptly broke the promise.  An unexpected business trip came up at mid-week and by the weekend I was sitting in a strange hotel alone in Vancouver instead!  Of course I called Ellen and we were both disappointed.  Although it was nothing that we had talked about, not even in vague or veiled terms but I think we were both thinking about whether or not we could re-visit our previous sexual closeness.  I know I was and I was surprised about it.  I hadn’t been with another woman since Ellen, not once in all the years since.  She, on the other hand, had told me at different points about other female lovers over the years.  I sort of expected that she would set about seducing me again, or maybe I was hoping she would.  I was ready, I hadn’t had sex of any type, except my own “self-help” efforts, in more than 5 months by that point!

 

I went over to visit her the next weekend.  We had another great weekend.  Friday night after I arrived we had a late dinner of Chinese food and then watched “chick flicks” until the wee hours.  On Saturday we basically hung out and then went to the supermarket.  We had decided that in honor of Ellen’s new house we should cook a nice meal and celebrate – at least break in the dishwasher!

 

After a great meal of grilled salmon with vegetables and salads, over which we shared a bottle of wine, we cleaned up laughing and talking.  Finally, Ellen opened another bottle of wine and we went to sit in the living room while the dishwasher hummed away in the background.

 

Ellen was telling me about her new company, job, neighborhood, and all of that – to which I listened attentively despite noticing how great she looked.  She was sitting there on the end of the couch beside me, one leg cocked up on the couch so that she faced me a bit and so that a nice bit of her creamy white thigh was exposed.  She was wearing a cotton skirt and a loose peasant top.  Ellen and I are nearly opposite ends of the female body spectrum.  She still sported the blond curls that she’d had the first day I met her and her blue eyes were literally dancing as we drank and laughed and talked. 

 

“I have to tell you something” she suddenly turned almost serious as she looked at me.

 

“What’s that?” I asked.

 

She drew in a breath and looked at me with a look that only a lover can give, and then exhaled slowly, “I’ve missed you so much” she said.  Just that one simple sentence, and yet, we both knew exactly what she meant.

 

I smiled and ran my hand over her arm on the back of the couch and said, “I know, I’ve missed you too – a lot.”

 

Our eyes met and then her arm moved out from under my hand and she put her hand at the back of my neck.  She slowly pulled me toward her as she moved toward me, and in a slow, sweet instant she kissed me.  The kiss was warm, soft, sweet and wet.  I was immediately delirious with it, closing my eyes as the sensations swept through me.  The kiss became more and more insistent and passionate, neither of us breaking it, instead moving closer and closer until our breasts were pressed against each other.  She was leaning toward me and into the back of the couch as she pulled me to her I half turned so that I was facing her in the lip-lock, her other arm snaking around my back to pull me closer.  

 

It was at once familiar and yet somehow very different.  My mind was racing as the heat and urgency rushed through me, my friend, my lover, my needs and desires all desperate to come to the top.  She finally broke the kiss, pulling her mouth away from mine and breathing deeply as she moved her lips over my chin and across my jaw line and down to nibble at my neck.  I threw my head back reveling in the sensations of her kisses, my nipples hard and aching as they pressed through my bra and shirt, and against her breasts.  As her lips trailed over the flesh of my neck, her tongue dancing on my skin here and there, she breathed heavily and laughed a bit.  Hissing in my ear, “I mean, I’ve really missed you hon.”

 

I smiled as she continued her assault on my neck and murmured “ummm hmmm”, or something equally verbose.

 

She continued, “you know, I was very disappointed when you didn’t come over last weekend…….I’ve been craving your company…….missing the old days…..you know?”

 

I groaned a half reply, “Ohh goddd” and then I knew for absolute certainty that we were going to end up back in bed together.

 

She kissed me again, harder and deeper than before, making my head swim with the force and passion of it.  Mmmm, I thought, not the way I remember, but definitely good……..definitely good.

 

The hand she had on my neck now moved slightly and gripped my hair, very firmly and her other hand trailed over my back and down to squeeze and grope the cheeks of my ass, making me gush, my panties now soaked under my dress.  Among all the sensations and images flashing through my sex drunk brain at that point suddenly, prompted by the squeezing of my ass no doubt, there was the memory of that spanking that I had gotten several years ago – the memory of the ache, the burn, the arousal, the embarrassment.  Jesus, Char, I thought to myself, you’ve got to get laid more!

 

There we were, two middle aged women making out on the couch like a couple of love starved teenagers.  My mind reeled to take it all in, the sensations that were flooding through me, the heat in my loins, the desire in my mind.

 

She finally broke our kiss again, and in a husky voice said, “Come on, let’s go to bed where we can do this right.”  Then she smiled at me as I nodded, and she added, “I know just what you need honey………::a very evil grin spread across her face:: …and I’m going to see that you get it……good.”  Her look and tone and her words made me shudder involuntarily, my god, was she reading my mind?  No, it couldn’t be, it had to be just a coincidence that she would say something like that just when I was just wistfully remembering having my ass tanned by a lover – well, maybe?  Would she?  Maybe she’d slap my ass a little bit.  Jesus, what was wrong with me?  I tried to rationalize it down to blaming it on being without sex for so long as we stood up and she took me by the hand and led me down the hall to her bedroom.

 

She pulled me into the bedroom and pushed the door closed and then she was on me again, pressing against me, pushing me back up against the door she’d just closed, kissing me hungrily.  She run her hands up my sides and took my breasts in her hands and squeezed and pushed on them as her tongue ravaged my mouth.  Then one hand dropped, down over my belly, down my thigh and then back up, lifting my dress with it as she sought out my drenched sex.  Breaking the kiss I gasped as her hand cupped my pussy right through my panties and began a squeezing type massage sending chills through me. 

 

“Ohhhhh goddddd Ellen” I groaned as she bit and licked at my neck and ear lobe again.

 

“See” she murmured in my ear, “if you’d kept our date you’d have had this last weekend” and then she growled and laughed a bit.

 

“Ohhhhhhhhh, I know….” Licking my lips, I responded to her, my hips now grinding against her hand like a woman who hadn’t had sex in 5 years rather than 5 months.  “I’m so sorry Ellen……..I wanted to come then……..” I was rambling and maybe playing along with the “I’ve done wrong” game subconsciously as well.

 

She leaned back and I willingly raised my arms as she lifted my dress up over my head and then dropped it in a pile at our feet.  She looked at me with hungry eyes and very deliberately her arms went around me and released my bra, freeing my pendulous breasts to her sight for the first time in nearly 20 years. 

 

She growled again and said, “Jesus, you’ve always had great tits!” as she swooped her head down and caught on firm thick nipple in her hot mouth as she sucked half my tit into her mouth.  I threw my head back again and relished the old and new feeling of my lover’s mouth.  As she busied herself feasting on my left breast her hand returned to my crotch, and resumed groping and rubbing me there.  Her teeth clamped onto my nipple sending exquisite daggers of pleasure and pain through them as her tongue lashed back and forth over the end of my sensitive nubbin.

 

I was going insane with desire and then it happened.  She released my breast from her mouth, and pushed her hand down inside my soaking wet panties to run her fingers over my bulging clit as she brought her mouth up to my ear…….

 

“Do you want to cum char?”

 

“Unnnggggg…..ohhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhhhhhhh” I groaned, grinding my hips at her fingers.

 

“Okay baby…..but I’m gonna spank your ass first.  You want me to spank your ass for you, don’t you char?”  

 

“OHHHHH……” her words exploded through the sexual fog in my brain and before I could even consider it “yesssssssss, pleasssseeeeeee” escaped from my mouth.  Sounding like someone else, no, sounding like something else.

 

“That’s a good girl” she said, and then she stepped back from me and took off her shoes then sat down on the edge of the bed, still fully dressed – her eyes never leaving mine, even for an instant.

 

“Come over here to me char” was all she said, and I did exactly what she said.  I walked over to stand in front of her in nothing but my nearly dripping panties.  I knew she was about to put me over her knee and spank my ass, and I was powerless to stop her, in fact, my stomach was churning and my clit and nipples were throbbing with excitement over it.

 

She reached out and took my hand, looking at me deeply again and said, “This is going to hurt, the price you have to pay to cum for me…..and for disappointing me last weekend lover, but I’ll make it hurt good too” and with that she jerked on my wrist and pulled me down over her lap.  My pussy convulsed at her words, oh my god, I was going to be punished!  Not just spanked by a friend, but I was going to get my ass spanked as a lesson!

 

My head went nearly all the way to the floor before my hands caught me, my feet came up off the floor, presenting my pantied ass in what must’ve been a perfect target zone for her.  She pulled my wrist and arm up and back, pressing it down against the center of my back while she ran one hand over my upturned and very tense ass. 

 

“Of course, we have to get rid of these, now don’t we?” she pulled one side and then the other, jerking my panties down over my ass and then leaving them around my legs just above my knees.

 

At that moment it occurred to me that she was still completely dressed.  I could feel the blood rushing to my face as my cheeks burned with embarrassment when she exposed me, treated like a little girl.

 

She leaned over me, one hand still holding my arm in place, the other hand clutching a bare asscheek, and said, “Now char, ask me for your spanking so we can move on to other things and you can cum.” 

 

She was very matter-of-fact about it, as if she had no doubt that I would debase myself by asking her out loud to spank my ass.  My eyes went open wider and then suddenly I heard my own voice from somewhere saying:

 

“oooohhhh godddddd, please Ellen…..please spank my big ass…..spank it good for me”

 

“Ok char, ok girl.”   

 

SSSSMMaaaacccccccckkkkkkk!!  The first blow landed dead center on my right asscheek and it literally exploded through the room and through the meat of my ass!  I jerked, my tits jumped around as the sting and burn made their way through the skin and deep into the muscle of my ass - and then from the muscle it seemed to make a bee line directly to my clit.  It was painful and electric at the same time.

 

SSSSSSMMMMAAAaaaccccckkkkkk!!!  A matching blow on the other cheek with the same result.  My ass burning, my clit tingling and I could feel my feet dancing in the air, being spanked like a naughty little girl. 

 

“Here we go now girl, hang on” I heard Ellen’s voice through the fog of sexual heat and humiliation, and then she really let me have it.  Her hand lifted and came down repeatedly, smacks ringing through the room and hand-shaped bites of flame spreading all over my asscheeks.  I was groaning and keening and must’ve been quite a sight, a 44 year old woman, naked, laid over the fully clothed lap of another 44 year old woman, tits flopping around wildly, legs and feet dancing in the air, ass burning and cherry red.

 

Suddenly she stopped, and rubbed my flaming cheeks for a moment and then her hand went down between my thighs, my legs opening of their own accord and then she leaned over me again.  Her breath on my neck……and as she spoke to me she roughly shoved two fingers deep into my drenched pussy.  I gasped and convulsed to her words and fingers, “Now, let’s have you cum for me, your ass is nice and hot……your pussy is dripping…..tell me you want to cum.”

 

“NNNnnnngggggghhhhhhhh” I groaned, “I w-wantttt to c-c-c-cummmmmmmmmm.”

 

With that she added a third finger and her thumb pressed hard on my clit as she shoved them into me and sent me right over the edge.

 

“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhh” I screamed as my orgasm overtook me and my body stiffened and shook.  She kept fingering me through my orgasm and stroked my hair as I slowly settled down a bit, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

 

She suddenly released my arm and pulled her fingers from me, and pushed me over off her lap onto the floor.  Laying there with my panties still around my knees I half rolled onto my back to look up at her and was rewarded by the sight of her standing and ripping her skirt off, dragging her panties down and off and then straddling me.  No tenderness, no kissing, no preliminaries, she straddled me and knelt across my chest with her knees on either side of my head and she looked down into my eyes as she pulled my head up into her dripping quim.  “Now, eat me char.”  And I did, with abandon, until she gyrated and jerked and rode my face and came with a shriek, screaming what a good cunt sucker I was, and how she knew I’d please her right and finally filling my mouth with a scads and scads of her thick girl-cum.