Things you would normally talk about in a relaxed atmosphere with very close friends. We spent a great deal of time talking about a variety of things ...but the conversation always wound up talking shop, specifically about the Melrose account and my pending promotion. It made me feel so good to have someone that understood how important it was for me to be successful. We spent the days just relaxing and enjoying ourselves.Susan turned her head and looked out the window again, tears streaming down. She promised me that she would be very quiet. I told her well I do have a morning hard, and seeing her bare ass when I walked in, made it that much harder. She told me to come over to her so she could see just how hard my cock was. I walked over and she reached up and felt through my shorts and smiled at me. I told her that it was throbing so fuck'en hard. She took my cock out and licked the tip of it. I told her that I enjoyed eating her pussy the night before, and that I was wanting her to. I was instantly smitten. "I said what the fuck is that?" she motioned with her hand to the bottles I'd placed on the counter. "Um... Wine?" I tried, unsure of her meaning. "Yeah, well let me know when you're ready to start drinking like a man," she drawled, lifting a half-full bottle of Basil Hayden. She did it with a grin, and looking back it was the grin that got me: playful, sexy, full of illicit promises - that grin was the downfall of angels. I left the wine and my hopes for Cheryl. My skirt slipped down and I peeled my thong away from my throbbing pussy lips to reveal the shaven treasure underneath. I let my hair down from its hold and shook it out. Sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but my killer heels from the meeting earlier, I spread my legs and with one hand teased a tender breast, playfully flicking my nipple and with the other hand running softly, over my enlarged pussy lips. I rubbed them, gently, softly, as if to tease them, entice them, to make them want.