Perfect Plan

Copyright 2010 by Leslie Lee Sanders
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PERFECT PLAN
Just one more drink and Mimi would be ready to take this kid on the ride of his life. She swirled her glass in her hand and walked around Kevin Baxter's house. It was nice, she definitely paid him well. The plush leather sofa and love seat probably cost as much as her mortgage.
Speaking of mortgage, she wondered if her husband Frank would fight over the house or run off to the Caribbean Sea with his blonde instead.
"Are you gonna finish that?" Kevin asked, appearing by her side.
"Yes," Mimi said. "Are you gonna give me another?"
"Sure, with Coke?"
"No, thanks. Vodka straight up sounds perfect."
"Ok, perfect."
Perfect. This plan of hers was perfect. She never thought that sleeping with the kid that worked for her was a good idea, but given the fact that her husband was doing it with Gina, it was a brilliant move on her part. Besides, she damn near owned the damn company. She could do what she pleased. She'd done much worse to get ahead.
Like a game of chess, it was all about strategy. And she loved a good game of chess.
"Do you like chess, Kevin?" she asked from the plush leather love seat.
"It could be fun sometimes." Walking from the kitchenette into the living room, he flirted with his eyes. "Here you go. Vodka straight up."
"Perfect." She took the glass. She crossed her legs, making them appear even more alluring than she knew they were, and hiked up her business skirt a little. "So how's the degree coming along?"
Kevin chuckled and sat down on the sofa across from her. "I don't think you're here to talk about my degree or anything business." He grinned. "Do you like to talk about business before you fuck, Mrs. Conley?"
"Sometimes." She nodded. "Sometimes it gets me excited."
"I see." He grinned. "Well, do you wanna know what gets me excited?"
A game of Super Mario Brothers and a lollipop? "What turns you on, big boy?" she asked and tried not to laugh out loud.
"Fucking my boss." He winked. "And not just that, but really making her feel good."
"Is that right?" She took a sip of her vodka and sat it down on the oak coffee table.
"Could you use a coaster, please?" Kevin frowned. "I'm really anal about that."
Mimi blinked slowly, rolling her eyes behind the lids. "Sure, sorry about that." She placed her drink on a coaster. "Now where were we?"
"I believe you were just about to show me what's under that blouse you have on." He licked his lips and sat back.
She lifted her hand to the button between her breasts and fingered it slowly. She looked at Kevin's lean body and light brown hair and wondered if Frank ever said such dirty things to his mistress.
"Do you talk dirty like that all the time, Kevin?"
"Only to the girls that get off on it."
"And what makes you think I get off on it?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Your nipples got hard as soon as I said it." He held a grin on his face.
If the temperature in the room wasn't set to keep a Popsicle frozen, she wouldn't have been peaking though her blouse at all. "Oh, you got me." She licked her plum-colored lips and finally undid the button.
"That's it." He nodded. "Nice and slow."
She smiled mostly because she knew once she was done riding him like a wild stallion, she wouldn't ever have to see or hear from him again, at least sexually.
If Frank hadn't slapped her across her face with the words, "I'm fucking someone sexier and younger than you," she wouldn't be lusting after revenge. When he added, "A couple cherries tattooed on your ass would probably make me want to fuck you once in a while," he really pushed her buttons. It wasn't fair, he knew how deathly afraid of needles she was.
Hopefully, Frank would see that she was getting her goods from someone else too—someone sexier and younger—and feel just as bad as he had made her feel.
She popped another button. "You do know how to keep secrets, don't you?" She leered. "I value my career."
"Baby, anything for the boss." He stood and shifted until he was standing in front of her, looking down at her. "Wanna tell me about the ad you're getting ready to launch?"
"It's nothing important." She pulled her blouse open displaying both breasts and their pink, perky nipples.
"I thought business gets you off?" He raised an eyebrow.
"It does in certain circumstances." She licked her lips sensually and smirked.
"Mind getting me off?" He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped. Within seconds his thick cock was out and staring her in the face.
She did anything to get what she wanted and if it required her to suck his cock into her warm, wet mouth then she would.
She looked up into his pretty blue eyes then down at his nice hard prick in her hand and licked her lips. She uncrossed her legs in order to pull him closer and wrap her lips around the head of his hardness. She hummed as she slid her plump lips down the shaft toward the base. Instantly, she was damp between her legs.
He tangled his fingers in her rusty-colored hair and closed his eyes. For a split second Mimi fantasized about allowing her teeth to graze against his flesh, but she knew better to ruin the mood. This act was to benefit her and her marriage, just like launching the new ad was to benefit her business. It didn't bother her that she took credit for the idea. She had to stay on top. She couldn't allow some loser from the design team to eventually take her job. It was bad enough that the blonde from her husband's job took her husband.
In her eyes Frank had a job not a business, and she made sure she kept it that way. Just last month she shredded his important presentation papers. He had to wing it at the presentation. He lacked references, facts, quotes and all of the important materials he needed. He lost his chance at a huge promotion. He should have lost his pathetic job but there was one thing he got out of that whole debacle.
She wondered if Gina sucked dick like she did.
Mimi slowly moved her wet lips up and down Kevin's pretty prick. It was pretty in every definition of the word. It was soft and warm against her tongue. She tried some tricks; licking around the purple head in a circular motion, running her tongue up and down the thick vein under the tip, slowing pumping the shaft as she sucked every bit of precum from the swollen head.
He moaned a deep moan that came from the back of his throat. He liked it. She liked it too. The taste of him made heat travel up and down her neck and spine. Why wasn't Frank blessed with a dick like this?
Kevin slowly pumped his hips making his hardness slide over her tongue. "Mmm," she moaned.
"Yeah, suck it," he whispered.
She wrapped her lips tightly around the head and slid him deep down her throat. Every inch of him was coated with her saliva, making that slide an easy one. She slowly pulled away watching his dick emerge from her wet warmness, occasionally looking up at the variety of facial expressions he had on his face. She sucked hard on the withdrawal, causing her cheeks to hollow slightly. When he shuddered she did it again. Taking all of him in and slowly sliding all of him out.
"That's fucking amazing," he panted. He breathed hard as he looked down at her, biting his bottom lip and forcing his eyes open after squeezing them shut.
Kevin resembled the type of guy who would run and show his buddies the plum lip prints he had on his dick just to get their sick respect. She didn't need rumors floating around at work to get even with Frank. She could see it now, whispers in every corner of the room every time she or Kevin appeared. All she needed was a good fuck and she would proudly announce her affair to her pathetic husband. What would he do anyway, find another girl to fuck? Mimi would just get another plaything to screw around with too.
She sucked faster, cupping his balls like two precious jewels. She knew what guys like Kevin enjoyed. She knew what got them off in bed. She kept a steady rhythm of sliding and tugging. He shuddered again. "I don't want to come yet," he groaned. So Mimi let him slide from her lips to stand erect in the cold air.
That ought to do it. That ought of show Frank that she too could get a sexier, younger fuck and make him shudder in bliss. But she wasn't through. That wasn't enough. Oh, no. She had plenty of dirty things in mind.
"So, Kevin, what are you into?" She slowly pulled her skirt down to show off her black lacy bikini panties.
He slowly stroked himself. "I'm into everything, all kinds of things. There's nothing I'm afraid to do."
"Is that right?"
"Uh huh."
"Perfect." She slipped her shirt off of her shoulders and her panties down and off. She made sure she took a long time to remove all the hair from her kitty cat. She knew how much men liked that.
"Perfect," he mirrored and crooked a finger. "Come sit on this."
"That's what I plan to do," she said and stood in front of him. She let his eyes move from her full breasts down over her flat stomach and to her wet lips. "You like my kitty?"
"I love it." He reached forward and placed his forefinger between her wetness. "You want me?"
"Of course, honey." She moved closer. "I wouldn't be here for any other reason." She smiled as he moved closer. As he pressed his lips to her pink folds, she let out a soft cry. She wasn't expecting it at all, but the kid knew how to use his tongue.
He licked slowly but expertly, tangling his tongue around her clit causing her to scream out in pleasure. Funny, she hadn't even kissed him on his mouth but already she knew he was a great kisser. He licked further back, sending his tongue toward her tightness. She lifted a leg and placed her foot on the sofa to give him better access.
And boy did he enter.
His soft, wet muscle slithered inside of her tightness and out again. God, she wanted to feel his cock deep inside of her, filling her and stretching her. He removed his tongue from her tightness to kiss the inside of her thigh and she wanted to slap him for stopping. She wanted his tongue to explore all of her erogenous zones, but in no time his lips were back on her sensitive spots. He licked her clit, gently sucking it until she spilled over the rim.
"Oh, Kevin!" she cried out as an orgasm shot through her body in a harsh but incredible force. "Oh, god." Immediately she buckled and fell on the sofa beside him. 
She lay beside him and kept her eyes closed until the electrified tingles crept through her skin and out of her body. She couldn't believe how good Kevin was. That was amazing. The whole time Kevin had his mouth on her she completely forgot about Frank and Gina, but she didn't want to lose focus and forget her purpose. She also couldn't wait to get her hands on Gina or the one thing Gina lived for, so she could snatch it away from her and watch her crumble. That would be the next plan she'd concoct.
While allowing Kevin to run his finger up and down her sensitive nub, Mimi thought about the last time she went to visit Frank at his job. She had caught Gina leaning against him, flirting by shoving her breasts in his face. She should have said something to Gina then, but she didn't have enough proof that she was the young, sexy blonde with a tattoo of cherries on her ass. She didn't have enough courage to go and lift up her skirt in front of everyone to make sure either.
Hell, for all she knew, Frank could have been making up the whole damned thing just to get back at her for sabotaging his presentation. Mimi chuckled. If so, this is exactly what he gets. Maybe he wasn't planning on running off to the Caribbean with Gina after all. Maybe that was a lie too.
She couldn't crucify Gina for flirting with her husband, he was heart stopping gorgeous. Besides, when Frank came by her office, occasionally he'd catch her eyeing some young, hot bodies as well. Flirting wasn't a crime, the crime was wining and dining the whore from work and taking her to the Caribbean. Gina couldn't take her place, her house and her husband.
Mimi laughed. Frank's probably making the whole thing up.
"What so funny?" Kevin asked with a grin.
"That tickles." Mimi lied.
Kevin shifted his position until he hovered over her body as she lay back lengthwise on the sofa, spreading her legs open as if she was on display at some erotic museum. He smiled down at her and she smiled back. He brought his luscious lips to hers and finally they kissed. He swept his tongue across her bottom lip and she allowed him to taste her. Hopefully, there was still a little plum flavor left behind on her lips.
She stuck out her tongue, generously offering it to him. He took the bait. He sucked her wet muscle making her as ready for sex as she would ever be. She slid her hands under his shirt and up and down the sides of his hard body, feeling warmth and muscle. When his shirt became a nuisance, she slipped it over his head and threw it to the floor.
"You are amazing," she whispered into the kiss. 
"I'm just your employee," he whispered back. Like a good boy he sucked her tongue again. 
She loved feeling in control and dominant. Power really turned her on, but that wasn't anything new. She wanted to feel on top of the world. She knew it was possible, all she had to do was give authorization and Kevin would take her there.
She hooked one leg over the back of the leather sofa and the other she let relax on the floor. That was enough authorization he needed. He broke the kiss to suck his finger then reached between their bodies to slide the same glistening finger inside of her pussy. She loved the feeling of penetration but he didn't have to wet his finger first, she was wet enough to provide lubrication for the whole night.
He sat back on his ankles to watch her muscle clinch around his finger. He moved it in and out slowly. Heat was rising again and all she wanted to do was let it blow her through the roof. God, his fingers were skilled especially when he slid two of them inside.
"Yes, Kevin," she moaned.
"You like that, huh?"
She watched his handsome face light up as he slipped three fingers inside. "Oh, god," she cried out. "Oh, fuck."
"That's right." His tongue swept across his lips. "You're so tight, Mrs. Conley."
She wanted to make a sly remark but she couldn't. His fingers kept her from thinking straight. All she could say was, "God, you're good."
He just smiled wide as the Nile and lowered his face to her tightness. He licked and tasted her every nook. She writhed while he moved his tongue in and out. Then like before, pleasure shot through her from her groin to the tips of her fingers and warmth followed. The tingly feeling remained seconds after he disappeared from between her legs.
She unhooked her leg from the back of the sofa and brought her knees together. Man, she needed a cigarette and she didn't even smoke. She looked around the dim room and felt dizzy watching it shift a little as if she had been spinning.
"Wow." She grinned.
Kevin didn't say a thing. He just sat back on the sofa and licked his lips, slowly stroking his cock in his fist. He stared at Mimi's breasts and the wetness between her thighs as he touched himself. "God, I need it," he finally groaned.
"Are you ready to get off, Mr. Baxter?" Mimi flirted with her eyes.
"More than ever, Mrs. Conley," he said. "Are you ready to sit on it?"
"More than ever." She stood and watched Kevin sink into the back of the sofa and hold his gorgeous prick in his hand. "You are one fine man."
"Thank you. You know, sleeping with the boss should get me a promotion."
"Is that right?" He should be lucky to have a job at all come tomorrow. "Maybe I just might bump your salary up a notch if you fuck me like my husband never does."
"Then we have a deal." He smiled. "Shall we . . . fuck on it?"
"You have a condom?"
Kevin pulled one out of his pants pocket that hung loosely below his hips. "Right here."
"Prepared. Perfect."
"Yes, perfect," he said and slipped the thin latex over his mouthwatering erection. "Now shall we?"
Mimi straddled his thighs, feeling his thick erection prod her entrance. "Let's do it." She slowly lowered herself onto it. The pleasure of penetration sent tiny pinpricks of heat up and down her spine and to her fingertips. She'd been waiting for this moment the whole night.
Just like her career, she was thorough enough to cross the T's and dot the I's before labeling her work finished. Sex with Kevin was definitely crossing the T, and as soon as she orgasm that would dot the I.
Mimi grabbed the back of the sofa and fisted the leather. She ground her hips against his sending him deep inside of her. His length was perfect and fit snug in her tightness.
He held onto her hips, moving up against her as she came down. He growled, buried his face between her breasts and panted. He squeezed her ass a few times and brought his moist mouth to her hard nipple, closing his lips around it. Mimi cried out as he sucked on the peak until it popped from his lips and then moved to the other. He offered it the same attention and simultaneously thrust his hips up against hers.
"Fuck me, Kevin," she moaned. "Fuck me."
He hugged her close to his body and with a rock he was off the sofa, holding her over the coffee table. She held on tight as he lowered her to the wooden table. Once on her back against the cold, hard oak, she purposely stretched out her arms, knocking her glass over on its side. What was left of the vodka now lay in a small puddle on his gorgeous table.
"You want it?" He dropped his pants lower around his ankles. "You want my dick?"
"Give it to me," she growled.
He knelt on the floor positioning her so her legs wrapped around his waist. He guided his erection to her wetness and again pressed in.
"Oh, yeah. That's it," she whispered.
He pumped his hips. "You like that, huh?"
He looked down, watching his hardness move in and out, and watching Mimi move her fingers in a circular motion over her sensitive nub. He moved fluidly. His thickness gave pleasure to them both. Mimi never had sex like that before and on a coffee table much less. He hammered into her like a nail into butter. Her hair hung over the end of the table and swept across the floor. Her breasts bounced with each slam of his hips. Her throat let out a hum and finally she came. She saw fireworks.
Kevin didn't stop. He pumped into her at a steady rhythm that matched the beat of her racing heart. Before she knew what was happening, she was on the floor. This time she lay face down on her stomach while he kissed her back and glided his tongue over her ass.
"You are so fucking hot for a middle aged woman," he said against her ass cheek. 
She wanted to turn over and kick him in the nuts for that comment. He didn't have a clue how old she was. "You think so? Why don't you show me how much you appreciate this kitty."
"Yes, ma'am," he said. Mimi bit her tongue. "Up on your knees."
She'd obey . . .  just this once. He had a cock like no other so she'd deal with his demands for the time being. Up on her knees she went. Immediately she felt Kevin behind her, prodding her pussy with his blunt hard-on. Just as fast she forgot any offensive remark he'd ever made. He was good. He moved his hips just right. Mimi moved back against him as he thrust forward.
"Oh yeah," he grunted and got a nice grip on her ass.
He pumped hard and rough. Just the way she liked it. His fingers dug into her ass and he tortured her with pleasure. She wanted him to fuck her forever; just by the way he touched her skin. Everywhere he touched burned with heat. The moans that escaped his lips matched her own. Even the scent in the air—hot, damp sex—took her higher and higher.
Her fingers dug into the cream colored carpet. Her nipples begged for stimulation as well as her clit. She would only have one free hand if the other were to hold her weight. She just had to make due. She rubbed between her legs then twisted a nipple between her fingers to cease the irritable need.
That's when he picked up speed. He slammed into her repeatedly with full body thrusts. She rocked into it, making sure his cock hit the right spot. God, she was close and she sensed that he was too.
"Fuck me, Kevin," she screamed. "Fuck me and make me come."
"Oh, yeah," he grunted and his body stiffened. She cried out at the same time. Breathless and spent, she couldn't count the number of orgasms she had if she tried.
She smiled. "Amazing." 
"Damn right." He stood up. "My knees are weak." He scoffed.
When Mimi tried to stand up she felt it too. She was weak and not just in the knees but everywhere. Quickly, she collapsed on the sofa and closed her eyes to recover.
She could hear Kevin waddle to the sofa and kick his pants off from around his ankles. He sat down and she opened her eyes to see him gather a couple of Kleenex from the end table and cleaned himself up the best way he could, discarding the condom. Finally, he sat for a second and stared at the coffee table.
Mimi saw a frown twist his lips. "What's the matter?"
"That damned vodka is gonna ruin my table." His frown turned into a smile when he looked at her.
She smiled back and for once she thought she had found the perfect plaything. His attractive facial features made him one gorgeous hunk to look at. His radiant, white smile must woo all the ladies, and his soft, baby smooth skin was unlike any other man she had ever fucked.
"You are a beauty," she said as her finger traced circles around her nipple. "You make me so hot."
"Good." He winked. "That's the plan."
"Yes, perfect." She stared at his lips and laughed when she realized she wanted more of his sex. Maybe it wasn't the last time she would see him sexually, she might have to visit him more often. She had a need inside of her that she knew only he could fulfill. She loved the way he looked at her as he licked his lips. She went back in her memory to the images of him eating her out. She'd definitely have to do that again.
He lay back against the sofa, breathing hard and wiping his hair from his sweaty forehead. "I wish I could do this every day." He cocked an eyebrow. "But as you probably know, I'm taking some time off of work for a few weeks."
"That's fine by me." She pretended that his words didn't cut through her skin. "I don't have time for a lot of this sneaking around anyway. As you know, I have business to attend to."
"That right, Mrs. Conley." He sighed. "But I had lots of fun while it lasted. I do love fucking the boss."
She couldn't believe his sex was so amazing that she allowed him to get to her the way he did. One minute she was using him and the next minute she was nearly on her knees begging for what he had in his jeans.
She shrugged. "This was nice."
"Yes, it was."
"Maybe you can take this fuck as a last goodbye, a farewell." . . . to his job. Loser. "I think we're both mature enough to let it go, right?"
"Right." He leaned over to kiss her lips.
His mouth was hot and his lips were soft, everything she wanted but couldn't keep. She'd get over it. There were plenty of young hot bodies that would love to get under her skirt. There were plenty of men out there that would die to show a business woman, like herself, a good time. Just because Frank couldn't appreciate a good thing didn't mean there was no hope.
She broke the kiss and stood up from the sofa. She looked back just to make sure her ass wasn't stuck to it. "Well, I guess I'll see you at work," she said as she pulled on her panties.
"Leaving so soon?" His Nile smile lit up the room.
"Got to get my beauty sleep." And let Frank smell Kevin's manliness on her cunt before she took her shower for the night. "We have lots of work to do tomorrow."
"You're right." He sighed. "Work, work, work." He shook his head. "It's funny how you say you have work like you actually do something there."
Mimi was shocked at the tone of his voice and the words that came from his soft, luscious lips. "What did you just say?"
"I have work to do." He sat naked on the sofa with his arms over the back like he was the king of the jungle.
"Just because I was generous enough to let you fuck me doesn't mean you can talk to me like I'm a piece of shit." Mimi glared. "I'm still your boss. I hold your job in my hands." She zipped up her skirt and buttoned it.
"You hold my job in your hands?" Kevin repeated and sat forward. "Do you even know what my job is? Do you even know what you hired me to do?"
"Of course I do." She put on her blouse. "I know everything. I damn near own the fucking business."
"Do you know that the ad you're taking credit for crafting was my idea?" He shook his head. "Do you know coming up with that idea would have shot me up the ladder so quick I would have set that place on fire? A billion dollar idea. Imagine what that would have looked like on my resume."
"Not a billion." She shook her head and chuckled at his foolishness.
He scoffed. "You would know, wouldn't you?" 
Clearly he was angry but she didn't have it in her to care much. "Like you said, this was fun, but I'd rather shoot myself than listen to you whine."
"I would have been respected as much as you are," he said. He stared at her probably waiting for her to say something. "I would have gotten a heftier paycheck. Probably would have been promoted to take your job, boss." When he said the word boss he emphasized it as if he were calling her bitch instead.
"Is that right?" She smirked.
"That's right, Mrs. Conley," he said. This time when he said her name it sounded like he was talking about some disgusting creature instead of the woman he just had sex with.
"So what do you want me to say?" She buttoned the last few buttons of her blouse. "The business was losing money, it was falling and I needed this to pull it up. I needed to be the one to craft the idea. Me."
"It didn't matter who crafted the idea, the money still goes to the business," he tried to explain. He cupped his hands together like if he was trying to make a point at a business meeting. But sitting naked on a sofa that was stuck to his ass made it pretty hard for Mimi to take what he was saying to heart.
"How do you think it would make me look if some loser saved the day? I can't worry about the little people like you. You should thank me that you even have a job," she said and smiled. The smile felt good, it was getting him back for confronting her.
"You are such a bitch," Kevin said. "You deserve everything you get."
"What?" She narrowed her eyes. "If you're trying to blackmail me or something it's not gonna work." She walked toward the door and Kevin followed. "If you say anything about the ad or whose idea it was, be prepared to pick up your things from your little cubicle and stay home for good."
"Don't worry," he said and chuckled. He rolled his eyes and walked toward the kitchen. "You don't have to worry about me. Like I said, I won't be here anyway."
"It's a shame I even came this far to—" she gasped. She got a glimpse at his ass as he walked away from her and there on his right cheek was a tattoo of two red cherries on the stem. Her heart stopped. The only thing she could think to say was, "Why won't you be here?"
Kevin yelled from the kitchen, "If you must know, I put in vacation time to go to the Caribbean. Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell Frank you were thinking about him."
Mimi couldn't believe it. She just couldn't fathom it. Kevin was the young, sexy blonde that was going to take her house and her husband and frolic in the Caribbean Sea? Where was revenge when she needed it, on Frank's side? She was a true lover of chess, the perfect woman with the perfect strategy, but was a crossed T and a dotted I short of the perfect plan.
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About the Author

The author of several books of fiction and fiction with spice, Leslie Lee Sanders spends most of her time writing erotic romances mostly in the gay and ménage categories. She currently has two books available for the late teen audiences and several erotic romances published as e-books and in print.

You can find her free erotic serial, Three's a Crowd, online http://www.threesacrowd3.com. 
Leslie's official author website: http://www.leslieleesanders.com.