Oh, all this coming and going to São Paulo are just killing me! Last time I had to spend a whole week there. Traumatic, at least! Well, if it wasn´t for the "entertainment" I found, anyway... I was sitting at a Starbucks righting, just minding my own business, when this delicious suit comes in and sits right in front of me. Yammy! But I was concentrated - bloody deadline, had to show at least 50 pages by the end of the week - so I just let it go. Dear Jah in Rastafari heaven, he was disturbingly handsome for any woman, let alone me!!! Focus, Stephany, focus: 50 pages!!! But he wouldn´t stop staring... it was so, so no cleavage, no skirt, no legs, nothing showing, just I couldn´t understand. Anyhow, it must have been a pheromones thing, I don´t know, but he came on to my table. He was very polite, asked me if he was disturbing my work. At this point I open the naughtiest smile of Mercosul and said I wasn´t being able to produce anyway, which wasn´t exactly a lie: it was pouring out of me until he came in, in his super Armani suit and hot grey hair, but the minute I laid my eyes on him it disturbed me so much I could barely put two words together. So he sits, tells me he doesn´t even know how to say this, but he was so intrigued by my beauty and charm (I must confess my white i-book must have contributed a bit, but the fact that I exhale sex through every single pore of my body must have been the main cause) and just had to come over and do something. So we talked for about 15minutes and he asks me to dinner. By this time I was tired of playing the good girl, so... I invited him to lunch! He loved the idea - of course - and suggested we met at this Japanese restaurant close by. We exchanged cards and said goodbye. At 1 o´clock sharp I am entering the restaurant - being late is not part of my charm; boarding school in England lasted long enough to make me a very punctual pervert. Not one minute later he calls me to say he wouldn´t be able to make lunch, but he was truly sorry and would make it up for me at dinner. mmm... I asked if he wouldn´t have time even for a quick bite. He said he would... only wanted to give me the proper amount of attention I deserved...mmm... I couldn´t care less about that. So I asked if he had a private office. He said he did... so I asked if he wanted me to bring him a snack. He thought that was so sweet of me... poor thing!!! Not 10 minutes later I was at this take out Thai - Sao Paulo is wonderful some times - getting spicy octopus and duck in little boxes: just as aphrodisiac as it could get in so little time. He loved it - probably he liked to see me sitting at his table with my legs crossed in a manner to show just a tad of the lace on my stockings while sucked on chopsticks more than the food. But I think he enjoyed the hot Thai meal a little bit as well... Message delivered - visible stocking - message taken. I have such a rush for intelligent men!!! So he slid me to his front, remained sited, took the little box from my hands and spread my legs... remained sited at his chair, very calm, just observing in between my legs. I look cool, don´t move an inch, but my panties are so wet I´m almost afraid he sees it. So he puts his long firm fingers on my knees and slowly finds his way up on the inside of my thighs. I lean back and let my head go, putting each one of my feet at each of the chair´s arms. He rolls up my skirt and quickly removed my panties. Didn´t kiss me on the lips, just got down straight to business. And I got down straight to orgasm! Smooth tongue, firm tick long fingers... I move my feet to his chest and pool him away. So I get down on my knees in front of him. Pants open, no surprises: long, firm, hard, pink...yammy!!! And when he was about to explode... Me, standing up, my back to him, leaning forward on the table. His hands on my breasts, his hips on my hips, everything where it should be. Total silence, full office, unlocked door, his secretary on the other side of the thin wall. Rhythmic movements, repetitive, mind blowing orgasms. We had dinner at a fabulous restaurant that evening. Toes party under the table, restroom party (if I´m not careful, I´ll be banned from all restaurants in Sao Paulo in no time). We did it again the next day. Lunch and dinner, everyday that week. I normally don´t enjoy eating the same thing everyday, but I made an exception. This dish deserved being tasted over and over again...