Don't Knock It Till You've Tried It

by DeYaKen

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Ginger Morgan has to get a contract renewed and works out what she has to do to keep it

Ginger Morgan trawled through her emails looking for something she knew wasn't there. She looked again at the spreadsheet showing new and renewed contracts. No matter how many times she looked at it, she couldn't see the contract she was expecting.

Four years earlier it had been the contract for the Marshall Hotel chain that had swung her promotion to regional sales manager. It really was quite an achievement. Not only did Marshall buy the software, but they took the full support package and staff training. These add-ons had significantly improved the profit margin on the deal and brought her to the notice of the senior management. Ginger had seen to it that Marshall's licence was renewed on a yearly basis—she knew exactly how to get what she wanted from their IT manager, Mr Robertson. Whenever she visited she would take him out to dinner then a club. She would flirt outrageously and make him feel that he was just one step away from her bed. From that point on he was putty in her hands.

You couldn't blame old Robinson for being so easily influenced—Ginger was quite some woman. When men looked at her they usually started by focussing on her ample chest before moving up to meet the gaze from her clear blue-grey eyes, which sparkled as she smiled. Many would imagine what she could do with her generous mouth before they took in her trim waist and the curve of her hips. Ginger loved to be the main focus of attention and she dressed to make the most of what she had. At five foot seven she had no need for high heels, but she loved the way four inch heels made her ass tight and gave her that bubble butt men liked so much. She'd worked hard to get her body in shape, so why shouldn't she use it. The fact that she knew men found her attractive gave her confidence, and that was what had made her so successful. However, old Robertson had made it quite clear it wasn't her confidence he was interested in. He wanted what she seemed to be offering but never delivered. Ginger would do almost anything to land a big contract—anything, that is, except cheat on her husband. She looked once more at the computer screen, then made the inevitable phone call.

It was almost a throw away line as she headed for the shower. "Dave, do you think you could take a couple of days off work, so we could have a weekend in Naples?"

She stepped into the shower and waited. She loved that sensation, when the water first struck her nipples. She lifted her breasts a little so the force of the water hit her areola, giving her that twinge between her legs before walking fully into the spray. It was less than thirty seconds before she felt his presence. She felt it pushing at the top of her ass crack before she felt his hands come around to her breasts.

"Baby, if we're going to Italy I can take a couple of weeks off."

She playfully slapped his arm. "Naples, Florida. You silly man."

"Hmm," Dave said, nuzzling her neck and moving one hand down to her pussy. "So you're asking me if I'd rather go to work or lie on a beach with you. That's a tough one."

Ginger pushed his hands away and turned around to look at him. "Well, if it's that hard to choose you won't be wanting any fun in bed tonight."

Dave then reached down, and with one ass cheek in each hand he lifted her off her feet. "And what makes you think I'm going to wait until we get to bed?"

She threw her arms around his neck and clamped her legs around his waist. She kissed him with a passion that indicated she knew what was cumming. Dave's cock had been pushing into her slit, but now as he lifted her it rubbed against her pussy. With her back against the wall, Dave pushed forward until she was completely impaled on his cock. As he moved in and out of her, the base of Dave's cock made contact with her clitoris. In no time at all Ginger was gasping for breath as the the water poured down on them. She felt herself tensing as she pulled Dave closer to her, forcing her nails into his back and pressing her breasts into his chest. In and out he went as Ginger went higher and higher. Then suddenly her insides were melting. She felt her cervix performing acrobatics as it milked Dave's cock for all the sperm it could get. She threw her head back and water sprayed into her open mouth. As they came down, they stood and held each other before washing each other off. Ginger took particular care of the part she loved most.

As they lay together on the bed Dave idly played with her nipples. He gradually got more information from Ginger. "So, why now? I mean, I'd love to spend a weekend with you down in Naples, but what's the hurry?"

"I need you down there with me, Dave—I've gone a bit too far with the flirting and I need you to keep me safe."

"Oh, Ginger, Ginger, when are you going to learn? That body of yours is a weapon of mass seduction—you have to be careful how you use it. Who have you got all wound up now?"

"It's a client. He's a dear, really, and I've been leading him on a bit. It was so important for me to land the contract I let him believe he had a chance. Now I'm worried he might try to take what he thinks was offered. If you're there with me it'll be completely clear that I'm yours and only yours."

Dave and Ginger arrived on Thursday evening and checked into the hotel. Their love-making that night was a bit stinted. All Ginger could think about was her appointment with Mr Robertson the following day. Try as he might, Dave couldn't get her mind off it. On the Friday morning she barely touched her breakfast, she was so nervous. As she dressed for the meeting she kept asking Dave if she looked okay for a business meeting.

"Babe, you've done this hundreds of times—you don't need me to tell you how to dress for a business meeting."

"I know, but normally I quite enjoy looking sexy at meetings. I just don't want to look too sexy for this one."

"Well, you're fighting a losing battle there. You'd look sexy wearing a garbage sack, so just accept it and deal with the situation if it comes up. He's not likely to jump you right there in the office, and if we go out tonight I'll be with you."

"I know you're right, but he is such a dear—I don't want to give him ideas."

"From what you told me, you already have."

She settled on a charcoal grey pants suit with a white cotton blouse, and black shoes with a three inch heel. She thought it said "serious business woman". Dave looked at the way the thin material flowed over her beautiful round ass and knew that, to him, it said "thong or no panties"—anything else would show a line. He loved the way the tailored jacket came in at the waist and flared out over her hips. The blouse, though not tight, was gathered beneath the bust, emphasising the curve of her bosom, and with the top three buttons undone there was a glimpse of cleavage. The cotton was just thin enough for him to make out the outline of her lacy white bra. To Dave the outfit screamed "red-hot mama trying to look serious".

Naples was an unusual place for the head office of a major hotel chain. It had been the site of Marshall's first hotel and the business just grew up around it. With modern communications no one saw any reason to move. At first everything was run from the hotel, but as the business grew a new building was necessary, and now Marshall's occupied most of a ten-storey building. Ginger made her way into reception.

"Ginger Morgan to see Mr Robertson."

The receptionist looked up the number and called the IT office, then looked at Ginger. "Please take a seat—someone will be down for you shortly."

She waited for old Robertson to come down to meet her. She noticed the woman as she stepped out of the elevator and strode purposefully towards the reception desk. She was about five feet eight inches tall. Her long dark hair danced on her shoulders as she walked. She wore a white flared pants suit which highlighted her long legs and pert butt. Beneath her white jacket she wore a red blouse which struggled to contain her magnificent bosom. She had high cheeks, Angelina lips and large brown eyes. After a brief word with the receptionist she turned to Ginger and extended her hand.

"Ms Morgan, I'm Christina Anders. Mr Robertson sends his apologies—he's been called away on business. He's asked me to see you."

"Oh shit," she thought.

When they reached the office, Christina asked one of her staff to get coffee for them before asking Ginger to sit down.

"Now, Ms Morgan, I presume the reason you're here is because we've not yet renewed our licence with your company."

"Please call me Ginger," she said, trying to decide how to play this new situation. "Do you mind if I take my jacket off? I'm not accustomed to the heat here."

"Please do," she replied. "If I'm to call you Ginger then you must call me Christina. Now, let me explain. In the current economic climate we've been forced to look at all our costs. Software licences represent a large portion of my department's budget. We've been looking at everything and asking do we need it and can we get it cheaper elsewhere."

Ginger watched Christina as she spoke. She had the air of someone who is used to getting what she wants and she was a very attractive woman. Dave would really go for a woman like her—even she felt a sort of attraction. She decided to play things completely straight, strictly business. As they enjoyed their coffee, Ginger took her counterpart through the latest upgraded software. She pointed out the improvements and although not the cheapest system it had significant advantages over the competitors.

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