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Affairs of a Life – Chapter 8 Crossing the Line This would be the largest commercial contract I had ever received – 12 offices in the Phoenix headquarters and 18 more offices in various cities. While not sure if I actually would, if this all came together I could turn my business over to my two assistants after completing this project and never work again. Getting the proposal to this point had taken almost 3 months, and this morning's breakfast meeting was to review the final contract with the majority owner, Sean, and his attorney, Gary. "I know it seems I'm being picky," said Gary, "but paragraphs six and eight on page two need to be revised as I've noted." Reviewing what he had written, I saw no problem with the slight changes. "I'll make the revisions later today and we can hopefully get signatures this evening." With that done, we finished breakfast and headed for the golf course – I enjoy playing on the desert courses, and Gary's country club course sounded like a real challenge. Waiting at the first tee, I looked at our foursome. Being about the same age, Gary and I had on "basic" golf attire – he wore tan slacks and a black shirt; I wore black silk shorts and a medium gray sleeveless top. Sean and his business partner Casey, however, looked like many of the young golfers on the tour today. Shawn's pants were bright orange, tapered legs and a snug fit. His white shirt with an orange matching stripe fit tightly, showing off his well conditioned body. And of course, the wide white belt that today’s younger golfers seem to like. Then again, he was 20-plus years younger than Gary and I, so the whole outfit looked great on him! The thing I initially noticed about Sean was his attention to detail, his "neatness", if you will. His office was simple and immaculate. On his desk was a laptop and nothing else. The shelves around the walls contained some artifacts from earlier travels, but only a few, and carefully arranged. Even his golf bag was neatly filled. I've always played "client golf", that is, letting the client win. But on the other hand I really had no choice, because as much as I love the game, I'm a really crappy golfer! So anyone I golf with is pretty much assured to win. Regardless, I always played from the men's tees – all the more challenging. It turned out to be a beautiful day in the Arizona heat, and a wonderful day of golf. However, I caught myself more than once sort of staring at Sean as he powerfully, but gracefully, hit the ball. And sitting in the cart I could not help but notice the outline of his, well, his cock in his tight pants. All told, I more than once felt that slight tingle between my legs before stopping myself – my absolute rule was no messing around with clients. Period. And besides, although he did not act it, he was much younger. Gary, on the other hand, took every opportunity to brush against me. Golf finished, we grabbed a bite in the clubhouse. We agreed they would drop me at my hotel so that I could make the changes in the contract, then I would catch up with Sean at his condo later to hopefully get our signatures on the line. Completing the changes and printing the new contract, I showered and slipped on a sleeveless black silk dress and low heels. The new silk panties and balconet bra I had purchased during a shopping trip earlier in the week felt smooth and sexy against my skin. Heading to the lobby, the doorman caught a taxi for me and asked my destination. Approaching the door of Sean's condo I could hear piano music playing. Before ringing the bell I waited and listened to the beautiful music for a few moments. When I finally rang the bell, the music stopped and Sean answered the door. "Was that you playing?" "Yes, my Mother insisted on me taking lessons at a very young age, and I enjoy it to this day." Fixing us a drink – we had learned that we both enjoyed scotch – he sat down at the piano again. Sean played beautifully, and for the first time I noticed his very long, slender fingers as they moved over the keys. I found myself standing with one hand resting on his shoulder He finally stopped playing and walked to the sofa. "Do you have the contract?" I handed it to him and sat on a nearby chair. Quickly looking at the minor changes we had made, he nodded his head and put the folder on the coffee table. Dimming the living room lights, he took my hand, saying "come with me", leading me to the bedroom and motioning for me to sit in a chair next to the fireplace. On the bed were bright, white sheets – the comforter had been removed and carefully folded, laying off to the side. Again, I noticed his attention to detail and neatness. Walking to his closet, Sean pulled his crew neck top over his head, placing it on a hanger. Sliding off his loafers, he stepped out of his pants, hanging them up. Stepping out of his undershorts, he folded them then placed them in a chest drawer. Walking to the bed he pulled the top sheet off and folded it neatly, placing it on top of the comforter. Opening a night stand drawer, he took a small box with what appeared to be bottles and tubes of lotions, sitting it on the nightstand. This entire time I sat transfixed, my eyes on him as he walked about the room, his cock swinging between his legs. Walking to me he kneeled down, slipping my shoes off and putting them in a rack in the closet. Returning, he took my hands and stood me up, unzipping my dress and lifting it off over my head, carefully placing it on a hanger in the closet. Removing my bra and panties, he folded them and placed them in a chest drawer. Leading me to the bed, Sean helped me on it – it set rather high. As soon as I lay back, I knew that my rule of not crossing the line with clients was going to be broken. Running his fingers over my breasts, he lingered on my nipples, tracing around them. Touching lightly the inside of my thighs sent electricity through my body. Taking a bottle out of the box on the night stand, Sean opened it and poured a drop on each of my nipples – my God, it felt like ice, my nipples immediately rising and getting hard! Pouring a thin stream down my chest and belly, he stopped on my mound just shy of my lips..the sensation was incredible. Slowly he took one nipple then the other in his mouth, running his tongue over them; his lips then tracing down my belly and stopping on my mound where he lightly kissed me all over. Taking another bottle, he again poured a drop on my nipples – which felt like they were now on fire! Following the line down my belly he poured it, not stopping until he spread my lips with his fingers and poured it on my clitoris, spreading it with his finger tips, rolling it between his finger and thumb, until taking it between his lips, sucking, playing – playing me with those same long, slender fingers he played the piano keys. Slowly spreading my legs, I anticipated him mounting me as his cock had become fully erect. Instead, he worked his fingers into my pussy, exploring all of me while keeping his lips on my clit bringing me to a climax, my hips, my pussy thrusting against his fingers and lips. Moving to the end of the bed, Sean spread my legs and lowered his lips to my pussy, using his tongue, his lips as I had one orgasm after another, barely able to catch my breath. "Please Sean, please please fuck me. Fuck me now, please" I begged and pleaded. But he kept using his tongue, his long beautiful fingers on me, as I now uncontrollably wiggled under him. One final, breath taking orgasm left me spent, virtually unable to move. Standing up, Sean left the room and returned in a few moments. Turning me onto my stomach, he said "Now Laine. Now you get fucked." Grabbing my hips with his hands, he lifted me, rubbing his cock up and down my slit. Then suddenly he thrust his cock into me, all of that beautiful, large cock up to the hilt as I screamed out. His cock seemed to grow with every long, hard stroke until I could feel it hitting my cervix – over and over "Laine, pick up the pen to your right" Sean said, continuing to fuck me hard. Looking to the right, I saw the notepad with the contract and the pen. Picking it up he simply said "put your hand on the contract, and when I tell you to do so I want you to immediately sign on the line above your name." Continuing to fuck me, I felt Sean's cock stiffen as it began to pulse, then explode inside me as I simultaneously erupted in an incredible orgasm. "Now Laine, now sign the contract!" I signed, my hand erratic, as we came together, him filling me. Then taking the pen from my hand, Sean signed the contract while finishing in me. Later, showering together, Sean gently washed and dried me. Leading me back to the bed, both of us still nude, he covered me with the white sheet. "Laine, you still need to get Casey's signature. He will be here shortly. I had indeed crossed that line. sancap