[M]y meeting with a [F] millionaire client PART II

Some of you may have read my post from earlier, I’ve attached a link in the description for you if you havent!

First, please excuse errors and mis-spells, Im typing this with just a few spare moments! Thanks!

Once I posted that post to the sub, I went to the bathroom really quick to shake off some nerves, then I casually walked back to our table and took a seat across from her, unsure of what steps to take next.

I was a bit nervous of how to approach the scenario, I wasn’t sure if she was coming onto me, if she was just trying to actually get some work done….ot both!

I’m a good looking guy, I’m tall, dark, handsome. I have some pics up on my profile if you want to get an understanding, but still, I’m not arrogant enough to just jump to conclusions and assume a woman wants me, especially when the lines are as grey as they were during lunch today.

But yikes, did I want her!! Haha

Either way, I didnt’t want to just invite myself over, ya know? Securing the next step was a bit tricky when it was her offer on the table, and I was on the verge of having to cancel on three clients just for another few hours with her!

After a few moments of me faking emails to see if anyone had responded to my post, I looked up and noticed she was staring at me with a delicate smile.

Her head was kind of tilted, and she just had a sense of ease and calmness about her, but the look in her eyes was one of admiration, not judgement.

I smiled and asked her what was so interesting to which she replied, “you just remind me of someone..”

I smiled, shook off the strange comment and got up when the waiter returned my card, “Shall we go?”

She laughed at my nervousness and nodded yes, so we headed out to our cars which were in seperate sides of the busy parking lot. On the walk out, she had been talking about some flowers we passed, and none about me moments away from taking pictures of her breasts!

She said she lived just a few minutes away and she’ll send the address when she gets to her car.

I got to my car and punched in the address and luckily, it was only 6 minutes away.

And here’s a secret, I was ROCK FUCKING HARD. I literally had precum dripping down my inner thigh as my cock grinded up against my meaty flesh.

I had to remind myself that she was a client and that I should take it easy, nothing was promised. No expectations was the best expectation in this scenario.

My throbbing cock had other plans, as he refused to take a seat the entire ride there if you know what I mean!

He was so engorged that I was convinced he needed a seperate seatbelt 😂😂

When I pulled up to her house, her car was empty so I assumed she had already gone inside.

I sent her a text saying I’ll be in in a few, I just had to make a quick call.

I called my assistant and told her to clear everything for the rest of the day.

I was going to make a move.

….

I tucked my boner into my waist band and walked up to the front steps to her “modest” mansion. Full of vegetation and greenery, with little mushroom garden gnomes and fountains.

It was a beautiful home to have an orgasm, that was for sure! Haha

I knocked on the large wooden door and heard footsteps on the other side of it. The door swung open and my mouth almost dropped at what I saw.

Now take a moment and understand, I couldnt make this up. I mean, it’s “classic erotica” style occurance, but in real life and real time.

No, I couldnt believe it either, but take a quick second and try to envision it.

She opened the door in a large silk gown COMPLETELY OPEN in the front!

She was completely liberated and almost seemed to not even take in the weight that she had opened the door in nothing but a gown as she grabbed my hand and pulled me in, a glass of white wine swirling in her other hand.

She noticed me gawking and laughed, leading me around her home and offering me a glass of wine.

I obliged and complimented her house, as it deserved. It was gorgeous! But not in a luxury, overpriced way, but in a beautiful, homeopathic way.

There were large plants dangling down the walls in vines that twirled around sculptures of naked men and women at the base. She had a few paintings on the walls of gothic art and had a huge harp that strung music on it’s own. A sweet, soft melody.

Like her.

It was so bizarre seeing a woman who had previously been speaking to me about industry targets to be prancing around, as if she had taken a drug in the last ten minutes or so.

At one point, she even danced across her couches as she spoke about a war in one of the paintings, her breasts out in the open, her wine spilling off the sides.

But she wasn’t drunk, or stoned, or high.

Just liberated. And clearly, a dramatic.

But more than anything else, she was kind. She was pure. She was free and divinely liberated in all aspects of her being and who she was. Her confidence didn’t seem to stem from her millions, but from a peace she had discovered within herself.

It came from that same place where her humble gaze upon me at lunch came from.

After a few glasses of wine and her being immensely distracted, I was fully comfortable
Thank goodness too! I was so unnerved knocking on that door, but now, I was relaxed.

Her home was my home, and it actually truly felt that way.

We were sitting on her couch for about a half hour talking about different things when she remembered why I was there in the first place.

She grabbed my wrists and said, “Ohh you poor thing! You must be waiting to take the pictures, I get so distracted sometimes!”

I timidly laughed and said not to worry, I enjoyed my time speaking to her and had re-scheduled what I had to do the rest of the day.

She stood up, pulling me with her and said, “I’m going to go to my studio, it’s down the hall and all the way to the left. You’ll pass the garden on the other side of the glass! While I clean up a bit from some painting I did last night, would you be willing to grab some ice from the freezer over there?”

She pointed behind me to what I assumed was the kitchen and said sure.

Ice?? What the hell right?

Well, if youre still reading this, you’re in for about as much luck as I was for sticking around this wild woman!

I grabbed a bowl with a few cubes (shaped like a woman’s torso, who would have guessed lol) and walked down the hall.

As I neared, there was a beautiful garden full of exotic birds on the other side of a glass wall. A small stram flowed through it’s habitat with a little bridge and a waterfall, it was stunning.

Down the hall, I could see a dimly lit room and smelled the scents of candles and aromas.

I entered, but to my surprise it was far more elegant than I had thought! There was half-finished sculptures and paintings, cermaic pieces drying out, stain glass tools, and in the corner was a white sheet laid up against the wall and a few lights aimed at it.

Next to one of the lights, there she was, completely naked and digfing through a small plate of crystal studs.

She turned and smiled as I entered, again, completely unaware of her nudity.

I walked over and handed her the ice, asking what ut was for.

She smiled, laughed a bit too loud, which made me laugh, and handed me a cube.

“Well, the older I get, the harder it is to keep my nipples hard! Lucky for me, I have you here to keep them hard, the ice just adds a bit of effect! Would you please?”

She guided my wrists towards her breasts, gently leading me to glide the ice along her nipple, forcing it to become fully erect in my hand.

My balls ached as I moved so slow against her, without being able to take my eyes off of her breasts, I could tell that she never took her eyes off of my face. She stared at me intently, a devious smile etched across her face.

I moved along the top mound of her breast to the other, watching the water drip between them as the ice trailed it’s journey.

I wanted to lick the drops so damn bad!

I swirled the other nipple until it was fully engorged, when she took her finger and wiped the drips that trailed down her cleavage. She took the finger into her mouth, sucked on it, then did it again. Except after this time, she leaned in and kissed me.

Her lips were soft, buoyant with lust. Her femininity tasted divine on her tongue, a prize of aged beayty that outweighed the dull taste of her $1000 wine.

I couldn’t contain myself, not an ounce of me could be tamed. I set the ice down and used the coldness of my hands to feel her breasts, which only drove her tongue deeper into my mouth.

The madness that was of the un-finished paintings became us in whole, delivering a chaos into the atmosphere that was vengeful in it’s liberation.

My hands turned from their delicate feel into monsters that began to slowly grope her breasts. Slowly, then firmly. Firmly, then as if they were the very ropes holding onto my reality and I could not let go.

Her nipples were so hard in my hands that as I felt the entirety of her breasts, they pricked against the palms of my hands like soft sceptors of desire.

I moved my hands up to her delicate clavicles, tracing their bones until I had her neck in my hands. With my thumbs I grailed her jawline, her voice beginning to moan into my mouth.

There were no words, only the synchronized vibrations that is of man and woman.

Her tongue dove deeper, diverging into that of a thirsty serpent as if descended from it’s primitive stare and began to feel the chalice that is romance for the very first time.

I pulled her closer, trailing my hands down her back as her cougar prowess became the only sculpture in the room.

The dips in her back were like valleys I wished to flood, the plump of her ass was the ridge in which I would have traveled ages across, only to find myself in a place of abundance.

I gripped each cheek in my hand, unknowingly lifting her off of the ground.

Her warm cunt was pressed against my pelvis, her legs wrapped themselves around my waists.

There are no thoughts to be spoken anymore, except for the language of love. My doubts and cruel miscalculations apologised in a ferocity that spread her ass apart, as a violent curse swarmed us both and unleashed a devil out of me.

I laid her down upon the table and began to suck on her breasts, my mouth filling completely with the lustful warmth that generated from her body. Her nipples flicked between my tonge and lips and she moaned, grabbing me by the back of the head to push me down further, to force me to feed upom her to a greater fill.

I began to take off my belt as I kissed her down her body, her mature abdomen as tight as a young woman’s in my mouth.

She was vibrant and youthful, and deserved to be worshipped.

Just as I began to kiss tha triangular spot above her pelvis, where her waist meets her thigh and her thigh meets her pelvis, the doorbell rang.

I tried to ignore, but it rang again.

And again.

We both laughed and she grunted in misery as she stood up. She walked around the table and grabbed a canvas flightsyit covered in dry paint and put it on.

This told me that she doesnt answer the door naked for just anyone, and that she had had her plans with me.

She said she would be right back and escaped from our inferno of artistic lust.

She had been gone for some time, and came back to ask if I can return to complete our video shoot.

I agreed and have not been able to stop thinking about her!

She just texted me and we have been speaking for the last few minutes!

Let me know if I should plan something special! What do you guys think??

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1189sbh/my_meeting_with_a_f_millionaire_client_part_ii