Frustrated Franny gets exactly what she needs from Tom
- 6 months ago
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The first time I met Tom was at a meeting his boss organised. You see Tom was new to the company and his boss was showing him the ropes, so to speak. His boss was a bit of a knob, full of his self importance and thought he was god’s gift to women - he wasn’t I can assure you of that having been on the receiving end of one of his late night post event approaches. Tom was different, there was definitely something about him that attracted me.
My name is Frances (Franny), I’m the Regional Events Manager for a well known chain of hotels and I’m prepared to go the extra mile! I’m 36, married to Dave (for 15 years now) and we live in a small village in the east of England with our two dogs and 1 cat. I’d been totally faithful until I met Tom but the spark had most certainly gone out of our marriage. The fact that I couldn’t have kids was a big problem. I’m sure some of Dave’s mates had been flirting with me at parties but I’d either ignored it or missed it. All I knew was I was frustrated. Sure I could pleasure myself but as you girls know there’s a big difference between your own hands and sitting on a big fat cock!
Tom seemed a bit quiet, maybe even a bit nervous - not surprising I suppose. He looked fresh out of college and this was probably his first proper job. He had a nice smile and the most piercing blue eyes - I found myself focussing more and more on him. Thankfully his boss got a call and said he had to leave, naturally not without firing off another innuendo about him being sure that Tom would be well taken care of - “in your hands”. After he’d gone Tom apologised for his boss’s behaviour, which I thought was very sweet. I dismissed his apology with a grin and said right let’s crack on.
First off was a tour of the hotel so Tom could see the ballroom where the events were held and then the rooms that their company normally booked for their quarterly events. I also showed him the executive suite where the head of the family often stayed - the events usually went on well into the night and there was usually a fair amount of alcohol consumed. Work hard, play hard - and why not? Tom was super impressed with the ballroom and asked several questions about setting up, lighting, sound etc which made me think he knew what he was doing but when we got to the executive suite he got a bit embarrassed - I probably shouldn’t have told him some of the stories of what had been known to go on in that room. As I shepherded him out of the room. My hand brushed his shoulder, I felt a strange tingle - deep inside me - butterflies started flying around my stomach - I blushed, I’m not sure if Tom was aware, I quickly composed myself and we continued on with the tour.
Afterwards it was time for lunch and to discuss the plans for the upcoming event. I think that it’s helpful to know a bit about your clients if you’re going to be working together so over lunch I learnt that Tom was an only child, he was into sport, I could see that from his physique - not pumped but definitely fit, broad shoulders and narrow hips - very fit actually. He also said that he’d taken this job because he’d been in a relationship with someone at his previous job but discovered that she was two-timing him. She had a much more senior role so it would be best if he left. Poor thing, I felt quite motherly towards him - actually I’m not sure motherly was the right description.
Lunch was lovely and I really thought it went well, Tom’s ideas for the event were excellent and pretty easy for us to manage. We agreed to keep in touch via phone in the run up to the event which was 6 weeks away. We shook hands and again I had the same feeling in my stomach. I was already looking forward to our first phone call.
Tom seemed much more relaxed, and indeed more confident on the phone. We were laughing and joking, getting on very well indeed. At some points it felt like we were even flirting. So by the day of the event I was looking forward to seeing Tom - a lot!
On the day itself things were very busy, I was running around making sure that the catering and the entertainment was in place and Tom was head down in sheets of paper making sure that the running order was perfect! We were ships in the night, a brief wave as we passed in the halls, ballroom and hotel reception. He was wearing casual clothes, tee shirt and jeans and I could see his chest was firm and his stomach flat. His jeans seemed to fit rather well too!
Come 7 pm it was time to get dressed up. I decided to go for it. I chose a matching burgundy lace underwear set - shear and petite to compliment my olive complexion and show off my curves to their best. Over them my favourite little black number with a simple string of pearls to highlight a glimpse of cleavage. I debated whether to have my hair down or up - up was definitely better. Happy that I was looking cool and sexy I wandered into the hotel bar to see if the guests had started arriving yet. Tom was at the bar, wow! He looked amazing, black tie always works for men, but it was working for me too, I had to stop myself from running off to the loos for some quick relief!
I went over to him and tapped him on the shoulder, he was clearly startled and some of his papers fell onto the floor so I dropped onto one knee to help him gather them, giving him an opportunity to look down the front of my dress. Thank you, he said, taking the paper from my hands, those piercing blue eyes boring into me, Franny you look fabulous. I gave him a quick twirl. , Extremely fabulous, he said.
I’m a bit stressed, he said, I’ve got to present some awards myself and I don’t want to mess it up.
I asked Tom what he was drinking and then got the barman to give us 2 vodka and tonics and put my hands on his shoulders, pecked him on the check and said relax, you’ll be fine. God he smelt good.
Right Mr Tom, I said, time to get your game face on, I’ll be here beaming positive thoughts your way so go get ‘em tiger. He laughed at the corniness of my line. We picked up our drinks, said cheers, and toasted his future success. I left him to his final preparations and went to do another check on the staff, and to regain my composure! I could feel his eyes on me as I left the bar, it made me smile.
Tom needn’t have worried, his section was a great success. Rather than just hand out the awards he’d researched each award winner and made the presentation into a wonderful story - they all loved it and even the head of the family came up to Tom at the end to shake his hand. Tom was buzzing and exhausted in equal measures.
Once the post awards entertainment kicked off I found Tom slumped on a settee in the hotel reception. I went over and grabbed him by the arm. C’mon, I said, it’s time to celebrate your triumph! It was a balmy night so holding his hand tightly, I dragged him outside onto the patio that runs around the hotel, I’d arranged for a private table to be set up and some champagne put on ice. I quickly popped the cork and poured us 2 glasses of bubbly. You were just brilliant, I gushed, the best thing I’ve seen in ages. Tom seemed genuinely pleased, he reached across the table and took my hand. Thank you, he said, it wouldn’t have been possible without you. Me? I said, I did nothing, it was all you. No, Tom said you gave me the confidence to be that person, how can I ever thank you Jenny?
My mind was whirling, my pulse to match! I said, dance with me.
With the champagne, plus the earlier vodka and I’ve no idea how many other drinks that Tom had been given by his workmates, he’d certainly loosened up a bit. So when we hit the dance floor he really got into it and proved to be an excellent dancer. I was beginning to feel a little light headed, this was just amazing. It was getting fairly late by now and the throng was thinning out. We had a couple of energetic boogies, another glass of champagne, and then it was slow dancing time.
Tom pulled me close to him, his arms around my waist and we rocked slowly from side to side. I felt like I was glowing, my skin shining in the lights of the ballroom. The smell of his cologne, the feel of his arms in the small of my back and his chest against mine, I looked up into his face and he smiled, those blue eyes twinkling mischievously. We kissed, gently and slowly. At first just our lips brushing against each other, then harder, then I felt his tongue flick the corner of my mouth. I gasped as it slipped across my lips and slid into my mouth. We kissed harder and I could feel his body tensing against me, it felt good, very, very good.
He pulled his mouth away from mine. Please, I said, don’t stop, I haven’t felt like this in years.
I wasn't planning on stopping, he said, I just think we should head for somewhere less public. I was pretty sure I could get us a room but Tom stopped me. The head of the family isn’t staying, he said, in fact he’s given me the key to the suite as a reward. He grinned like a Cheshire cat.
He slipped the key in the lock and we slipped into the suite. Tom didn’t seem so embarrassed this time, in fact he seemed to have grown more confident, more relaxed, sexier.
I said, Tom please understand that this isn’t something that I’ve ever done before, but this evening feels special, you're special and I don’t want to spoil it, or our working relationship.
I understand, said Tom, but I can’t help myself, I want you - here, now.
I melted, I threw my arms around his shoulders and pulled him to me, pushing my groin against his, my breasts against his chest, my lips against his. Tom responded by hugging me, then I felt him undoing the zip at the back of my dress. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders and slid the straps of my dress down over my arms. The dress fell to the floor and I stepped out of it kicking my heels off.
You look amazing, said Tom, his eyes taking in my trembling body, but I want to see every inch of you, kiss every inch of you. My pulse was racing.
Tom sank to his knees in front of me, he kissed my breasts through the delicate lace of my bra, I felt his fingers undoing the clasp and carefully he removed it exposing my heaving breasts. He buried his face in my cleavage, his hands cupping my breasts. My nipples were already rock hard and when he took one in his mouth it sent a surge of pleasure through my body. Then both hands slid gently down onto my hips. His fingers hooked under the side strings of my panties and slowly he pulled them down.
I stood in front of him, naked except for a string of pearls and I felt utterly amazing, this was how it was supposed to feel. Those years of frustration seem to melt away. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him lower. He pressed his nose and mouth into my bush, his tongue parting the hair to reach my pussy. He started to kiss me all around the tops of my legs, getting closer and closer to my outer lips. He worked his way deep inside, his tongue sliding from back to front until eventually he reached and teased my clit. It was as if a fire had been set alight, I was trembling, my juices were starting to flow. I started moaning, more and more as he alternated between sucking it gently and flicking it with his tongue. I grasped his head with both my hands and pulled him into me as hard as I could. I felt myself losing my balance, my legs were giving way and when he started licking my clit really fast I came almost immediately. Waves of pleasure racked my body, my pussy was so wet my juices were now running down my thighs, Tom’s tongue was lapping up as much as he could. And then my legs just gave way. Tom caught me and he swept me up and carried me over to the bed and laid me gently down.
He grabbed a bottle (another!) bottle of champagne that was on the side table and poured us both a glass. Good, I wanted this to last, it was too good to rush. We lay side by side on the bed and drank the champagne, it tasted delicious. I finally remembered to take off my pearls. It was marvellous, I felt totally liberated.
I lay there, naked, and watched with growing interest as Tom disrobed. God he had a hot body. I actually licked my lips when he slid his boxers off, revealing his most impressive cock. It was standing proud, twitching and I wanted it, all of it.
I finished my bubbly, carefully placed the flute on the bedside table and rolled back towards Tom. I stroked his face, he smiled. My turn now, I said, just lie back and enjoy.
I started to kiss him, first his face, then his neck, then slipping down onto his smooth, firm, chest. I tweaked his nipples with my teeth, making his body twitch. Then I let my tongue slide down his chest onto his stomach, a small groan of pleasure escaped his lips. I followed the line of dark hair that ran from his belly button down to his groin. By the time my kisses reached his pubic hair I could feel his cock throbbing against my cheek, it was hard, thick and warm. My fingers could barely touch as I grasped it and bent my head towards it. I covered the glistening end with my mouth and he gasped as I flicked my tongue across it. Slowly I took more and more into my mouth, running my tongue around the throbbing and pulsating shaft. I let his excitement build by bobbing my head slowly up and down, sucking air in as I went down on it. I could feel Tom's body tensing and he started to push his hips up to me to take his cock even deeper into my mouth.
Please Franny, said Tom, I can't take much more of this, please let me come, my balls are aching.
Maybe it was time. I moved so I sat astride him, facing him, watching the pleasure he was experiencing. I slid my hips back and forth, his throbbing cock trapped beneath my body, rubbing against my pussy, until I could see my juices making his beautiful big cock glisten, drops of pre-cum started appearing on it. I leant forward and gave him a deep slow kiss and slid that extra bit further forward so the tip of his cock was nudging against the lips of my dripping pussy. I teased him by just rubbing the tip against them for a while, prolonging the moment. Tom was begging me to let him come inside me.
It was time, I sat back, slowly, sliding down the length of his shaft, taking it all in, feeling it fill me up. I gasped as I felt his balls against my pussy, his cock buried deep, deep, inside me. There was no stopping us now, this would end in ecstasy.
I started to rock back and forth, slowly at first, eager not to rush things. I just knew I was going to have an incredible orgasm, it was going to be a big one. I rocked faster and by lifting myself up made each stroke up and down his cock longer, Tom’s groans grew louder, his hands grabbed my ass and started to knead the cheeks. We were both sweating now, I could feel droplets running down my cleavage. I moved Tom's hands onto my breasts and he rolled my nipples between his finger and thumb, I started to see stars.
I could feel Tom’s cock swelling inside me, a sure sign he was close to coming, I was close too, I could feel my pussy muscles gripping him, increasing the friction inside me. I could feel pressure building up, I was panting with the effort. I started to moan, oh god, this was too much.
Come Tom, I gasped, I need you to come right NOW!
In response Tom let out a cry, an animalistic roar of pure joy, and his cock erupted deep inside me. One, two, three, four, five thrusts each accompanied with a burst of hot, sticky cum, I felt each one, I was reaching the edge. The fifth one triggered an explosion of my own. It was as if a tap had been turned on in my body and a feeling of pure, hot energy coursed through my body, starting in my pussy and radiating out up across my tummy and down my legs, I was moaning, yes, yes, oh god Tom yessss! My legs were shaking, my eyes wide open, my mouth gasping for breath. Tom kept thrusting his cock into me until I collapsed on top of him, sobbing with the emotion of it all. Tears of joy, of release and rediscovery. Tom's arms wrapped around me holding me tight, I could feel his heart rate gradually slowing. My pussy was tingling still, I put a hand down there and I could feel our hot cum juices oozing out of my pussy.
We lay there for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. Tom’s now soft cock still trapped by my pussy, our arms still wrapped around each other. Eventually, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and gazed up into Tom’s face. That was a bloody good thank you, I said, maybe the best ever.