The Executive

One

This executive position has proven to be pretty exhausting but, consistently rewarding.  With bigger checks, longer hours follow. My receptionist, Mila fine to look at but, pretty dumb just reminded me about a week long work event, four days away , and I still need to hire an assistant. Looking at my schedule for the day, I notice I have eight scheduled interviews. Fucking eight. I run and grab a full cup of coffee and mentally prepare myself for the day.

Almost 7 at night, and I just said goodbye to the last interviewer of the day. Out of eight, one resume was set aside, fucking one.  Mila walks in to let me know she is leaving for the night, and to tell me my wife called, twice. Once, to let me know I'm late for dinner and second to tell me I'm a fucking prick, I thank her and say goodnight. Picking up the resumes I make my way back to my desk and I hear a soft knock on the door, assuming it's Mila I yell "come in". Still continuing to my desk I sit down in my chair and glance up, I see a beautiful petite brunette staring at me. In seconds it's almost like a gut punch. I'd recognize that face anywhere. "Natalie" I say so softly. She doesn't move, she just takes a deep breath, she is just as stunned...

Quick backstory. . .

Before I met my wife, I fucked, a lot. I'm not a player, I'm just a horny son of a bitch. I met Natalie a week before my wife. What a fucking week that was. She had came in from out of town visiting family, I ran into her, like literally,  at a bar playing pool. I must have been really distracted because next thing I know I'm stumbling to the ground trying to catch a pool stick and a beautiful brunette. Funny enough, I caught the pool stick, not the brunette. I bent down so quickly, swiping her up and placing her flat on her feet. She was laughing uncontrollably making the situation much better, I introduced myself and asked her if I could buy her a drink. The next week we were inseparable. We fucked everyday, and every way imaginable. We didn't really talk about the part where she was leaving soon, we just enjoyed each other, immensely. Did I say we fucked? I mean, some of the best orgasms I had, came from her sweet pussy & mouth. She was beautiful, her eyes were so blue, her lips full and great at sucking my cock, her hair fell just above that fat ass. Being such a small woman it was so easy to pick her up and just fuck her against a wall, anywhere, and we did. Her plump ass was my favorite, the way she moved it had me begging for more. She never wore a bra and her tits were some of the perkiest I've seen. She was exhilarating, she had such determination to remain optimistic about us. She initiated most of our fucks, she was perfect. I can't remember feeling chemistry like that with anyone ever before, she was intoxicating. Anyway after the best week of my life, she sucked my cock one last time, swallowing every inch I gave her, let's be honest, this 8 incher filled her perfectly, and it ended with a mind blowing orgasm.  She looked sad and said "see you when I see you" . Natalie left.

I was heartbroken, yes I'm a grown fucking man saying I was heart broken. I never missed someone before that wasn't some sort of relative, This feeling was new, I didn't like it. My friends didn't like it either, we were 22, we decided to fuck and party, I needed to forget her. The night she left I met my wife, Sarah. Unfortunately I didn't stop missing her. That was Eight Year's ago, and now, the one that got away was standing in front of me and I was salivating, my dick was so hard, I was so glad I was sitting down. I could remember just how perfectly that mouth fit around my 8 inch cock then, I can only imagine now...