Miles | The Investment Committee

Andee knew that civilization wouldn’t end with war or pestilence.  She knew it would die slowly, smothered under the weight of all the meetings that are called to make decisions that should take five minutes, tops.  Several years earlier she had joined the board at a small foundation that was hopelessly understaffed.  Because she showed the most analytical talents, she eventually got responsibility for everything financial.  Today, she had the third board committee meeting in three days, and she had just about had it.  The foundation’s results had been just fine last year.  She wanted to ask the other trustees if they had read her report, and if they had any questions.  No?  Meeting adjourned, then.

But it didn’t work that way, and she knew it.  Instead a group of genuinely nice board members would come together for a morning and pore over reports and presentations as if they meant something, and then decide to leave the portfolio alone.  Or change it by a snick.  It really didn’t matter much.  With the way the portfolio was growing, only a fool would tinker with the basics, and she had seen there were no fools on this committee.

Instead, they were generous donors and respected members of the community.  Some, she felt, suffered from the gene pool running out before the family trust fund, but at least none of them were malicious.  She had learned long ago that straight, gentle talk went a long way toward bending them to her will, and today her will wanted them to do very little.

As was her usual mode, she wore a businesslike, but nicely tailored, suit over a cream coloured silk blouse.  Part of her command over this committee was the combination of proper, serious attitude and a warmth that when applied could almost melt the heart of any committee member, male or female.  A professional girl next door.

The meeting started with her review of the performance of the funds.  After a reasonably strong year in a turbulent stock market, the foundation was ahead of its targets, and the committee members smiled in a most satisfied way.  The meeting logically could have ended there, but instead the committee followed its ritual of having a “deep” conversation with the portfolio manager responsible for most of their investments.  At other times this would have been a bother to Andee, but not this year.

Mitchell Wilcox was in his mid-40’s and somewhat bookish.  He was far from the typical, slick money manager, but he could carry himself with a sometimes-disarming directness and sincerity.  Andee had noticed him before at these meetings, but it wasn’t until she had attended one of his seminars a few months before that she thought she got a glimpse at the inner man.  Maybe it was her imagination, but she liked what she saw.

As Mitch was walking the committee through his presentation, Andee’s concentration evaporated.  She drifted back to that morning in the shower when thoughts of this man prompted her to linger with the shower massage.  She sometimes masturbated, but as a respectable married woman with children and a career, she had noticed her sensual side begin to wane.  But this morning the thought of Mitch’s tongue on her clit, accompanied by the pulsing flow of water actually doing the job, started her day with a nice explosion.

She had another surprise that day.  While in that playful mood, she got dressed without any underwear.  The touch of the silk on her nipples and the breeze wafting between her legs would serve to extend her feelings.

She had almost stopped hearing voices in the meeting, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to stay still.  She found herself shifting in her chair, moisture building between her legs.  She wanted desperately to reach under her jacket and stroke her nipples.  Even more she wanted Mitchell’s mouth to do the job.

Andee knew she had to snap herself back to the present, but she just could not bear to engage in a discussion of global interest rates.  Only Mitch really knew what he was talking about, and she wasn’t absolutely sure about him.  She needed to do something active, and her morning playfulness had not completely gone away.

The room was structured with tables in a large V.  The Board Chairman and Andee sat at the end, while the committee fanned out to either side.  Mitch was standing at the open end working a laptop connected to an overhead projector.  The way people were sitting, only Mitch had a view of Andee’s legs under the table.  She knew this well.

Andee’s suits were all an appropriate length for business, mid-knee or just above.  But she was aware of the opportunities for a straight lined skirt covering very shapely legs.  As the presentation moved on, she simply crossed and uncrossed her legs.  Each time was pure modesty in motion, but each time the area exposed above her knees grew.  She waited patiently.

And then it happened.  Mitch had been describing a chart next to the screen and turned to advance the PowerPoint.  At that moment Andee again uncrossed and crossed her legs.  Mitch couldn’t help but notice the motion, and he wondered if he really saw what he thought he did.  What he was sure of was that Andee’s wonderful legs were not covered in stockings and that his view was unobstructed to beyond mid-thigh.

Mitchell didn’t know it yet but the game was engaged.  Andee watched his movements carefully and synchronized her leg movements to be just a second too quick or too late for a good peek from the presenter.  She saw he was cool, but she also noticed a heightened anxiety in his face as he could see ever more leg, but always failing to see her treasures.

As he struggled not to be too obvious in his primary efforts, he sped through the presentation and the questions from the board members.  Andee paid enough attention to be plausibly engaged, but she knew Mitchell wasn’t being stretched by the questions and there would be no quiz later.  She alternated between watching Mitchell and her watch.  Was that a bigger bulge showing now?  Her moisture increased at the thought she was influencing him in this way.

Finally, the noon hour approached and the committee wrapped up their efforts.  Handshakes, smiles and good-byes all around.  In what had become a ritual, Andee had invited both Mitch and the Board Chair to lunch after the meeting.  Someplace nice.  She knew that Mitch would pick up the tab.  She had counted on the Board Chair to bow out because of his busy schedule, which was another part of the ritual.  He didn’t disappoint.

After tidying up the conference room and disposing of sensitive materials, Andee and Mitch headed out to the parking lot.  Mitch had driven his new Lexus RX400h to the meeting.  It showed a measure of success, but didn’t scream out that he was being overpaid.  He walked Andee to the passenger side and opened the door for her.  She gracefully got in while managing to still show her legs to good advantage.  These unfulfilled upskirt opportunities were beginning to drive Mitch crazy.

As they drove to the restaurant they recapped the meeting and agreed it had gone well.  Good returns were always a helpful ingredient to a smooth meeting.  Andee was still in a playful mood, however, and she decided the conversation needed a new direction.

“Mitch, I couldn’t help but notice you seemed a little distracted toward the end of the meeting.  Was there something wrong?” she asked as innocently as she could.

Mitchell weighed his options carefully, and wondered how far to go.  Caution was in order.  “Distracted?  Really?  I’m sorry if it seemed that way.”

Sensing he was being guarded, Andee slowly uncrossed her legs and made no effort to keep her skirt down.  “Jesus,” thought Mitch, ”Driving is worse than presenting!”  Once again he had an apparent opportunity and no success. 

He pulled into the parking lot.  Andee suggested that they park behind the restaurant to take advantage of the trees and shade for the car.  He agreed, and steered the vehicle toward the back of the lot and backed into a protected spot.  He got out of the car, but Andee didn’t move. 

As he walked around the car she hiked her skirt up another four inches.  Her thoughts flashed back to the shower and Mitch’s tongue.  Before he opened the door, he saw her legs.  He could barely keep a normal expression as he played the gentleman.  She slowly lowered one leg out of the SUV raising her skirt even more.  There would be no missed opportunity this time for poor Mitch. 

“Is this what was distracting you at the meeting?” she whispered.  Mitch looked down and saw Andee’s full bush.  Traces of moisture could be seen on her lips.  She ran her hand up and down her thigh of the leg extending out of the car.

“Now that you mention it, yes.  Well, actually, no.”  He was almost stammering now.  “That’s what I wanted to see, but you were always just a bit too careful.”

“Ah, you’re a bad boy,” she giggled.  “You’re taking a good look now.”

“Yes, and I like what I see.”

Her hand moved up and spread her lips apart.  “This is a better look, no?”  She was breathing heavily being both excited and surprised by her bold behavior.

“Yes, much better,” uttered Mitch as his eyes alternated between her wet slit and her lustful expression.

“You look a little hungry.  Interested in a little pre-lunch snack?” she cooed.

He didn’t have to be asked twice.  His mouth descended upon her thighs, quickly planting kisses and licks as he moved up toward her waiting pussy.  She didn’t have to wait long.  He began to gently lick the length of her slit as she held her lips apart.  As he reached her prominent clit, small kisses alternated with tiny flicks of his tongue driving her toward rapture.

Electric sensations coursed through her body.  With her free hand she unbuttoned her suit jacket and began massaging her nipples through the softness of the silk blouse.  It felt like she was wired with a thousand points of contact and they were all firing at once.  Her moans became quite audible.

Mitch’s tongue work was masterful.  As Andee’s hips reacted to his motion he sped up the pace of the licking, but kept the touch light.  Andee could feel an imminent orgasm.  As he heard the telltale noises of a woman about to come, Mitch took her clit into his mouth and began sucking in and out.  This was too much for Andee.  She bit on one hand to stifle her cries of pleasure while pushing Mitch’s face hard against her pussy with the other.  Her orgasm was intense.

Now it was Mitch’s turn for the mischievous expression.  He looked up at Andee with a huge grin, and she laughed out loud.  It was not his expression that was so funny, but the coating of her pussy juices glistening on his mouth and chin.

“I think you better use this,” she said as she handed him a tissue from her purse.  They both cleaned up as best they could and then the reality of what they had just done hit them both.  They looked around the parking lot and saw nobody about.  The shade strategy had bought them some privacy.

“Let’s go inside.  You may have eaten already, but I’m really starved!”  Andee couldn’t resist the coarse comment, and Mitchell only laughed and shook his head.

“I really don’t want to lose your taste, but a glass of wine would be a nice complement now.”  Mitch extended his hand and Andee slid out of the SUV.  They walked into the restaurant without touching further.

They were shown to a nice table for two at the middle of the restaurant along the wall.  There was a bouquet of summer blossoms simply placed on a white tablecloth.  Andee took the seat on the bench and Mitch sat opposite.  After their drive and interlude in the parking lot, they were starting late and the restaurant was less than half full.

After ordering a nice bottle of Chablis 1er Cru, they scanned the lunch menu quickly.  Everything looked good, but nothing intrigued them more than each other.  Andee ordered hearts of palm salad and grilled scallops.  Mitch started with roasted peppers and fresh mozzarella, followed by seared tuna.  The wine would marry well with this food.

They chatted away over the excellent wine.  They had always focused on their professional relationship before.  Now, for the first time they really talked about each other.  Andee was quite pleased that her animal attraction for Mitch was reinforced by a compatible set of interests and his quick wit.  As they ate and chatted, Mitch took off his right loafer and slowly rubbed the back of Andee’s calf.

The first bottle of wine was done just as the main courses arrived, and Mitch ordered a second without a moment’s hesitation.  They shared entrees and laughed easily.  As the meal passed the lust first demonstrated in the car began coming back.  Mitch moved his foot up Andee’s leg and along the inside of her thigh.  Her eyes opened a bit in surprise, but her legs also parted.  He moved his foot under her skirt until he could feel her pubic hair through the thin sock he was wearing.

He was slowly stroking her pussy lips with his big toe as the waitress came over to offer dessert options. Andee could hardly concentrate on the recitation, and Mitch just smiled and nodded at each suggestion.  Finally the waitress said, “And of course, our specialty is soufflé and today we have chocolate, Grand Marnier and raspberry.  Of course, you probably should have ordered them earlier.  They take about 25 minutes.”

Mitch looked at Andee and asked, “Are you in a big hurry?”

“Not me,” came the reply.  “The chocolate sounds like a decadent way to celebrate our successful meeting.  What do you think?”

“Absolutely.”

The waitress smiled, but before she could leave, Andee pointedly said to her, “Since we are running a little late, we may have to call the office while we are waiting.  If you don’t see us for a couple of minutes, don’t worry.”

Mitch was crestfallen.  Phone the office?  What went wrong between the main course and ordering dessert?

Andee saw Mitch’s puzzlement and reached down under the table and gave his foot a squeeze.  “I have to go to the ladies room.  Don’t you have to go too?”

Mitch lit up, finally understanding her little plot.  “Sure.  We’ve got time.”

They walked together toward the hall leading to the restrooms.  Mitch prominently displayed his cellular phone, looking completely ridiculous, but Andee indulged him in his attempted misdirect.  They opened the door to their respective rooms and looked around.  Empty.  Mitch started to push Andee into the ladies room.

“Wait,” she held back, “I really do have to go.  Give me a couple of minutes and then come back.”

Mitch nodded and then ducked into the men’s room for his business and a quick wash up.

The wait seemed like an eternity, but then he decided to go next door.  He had listened for other people’s movement and had heard none, but he couldn’t be sure.  After checking that the hall was clear, he slowly opened the ladies’ room door.

What he saw astounded him.  Andee was at the vanity bending forward putting on lipstick.  Her skirt was completely above her waist and her ass beckoned him like a cat in heat.  He wondered what would have happened if it wasn’t him going into the bathroom but some blue haired lady.  He didn’t dwell on the thought.

She turned as she saw him in the mirror and they embraced hard.  Tongues feverishly probed and hands were everywhere.  Mitch reached under Andee’s blouse and groped her breasts in a crude way consistent with the unbridled passion being expressed.

Andee steered Mitch toward one of the two stalls and closed the door behind them.  She then undid his pants and dropped them and his briefs to the floor.  His thick cock was at full attention and about to get an application of the new lipstick.  Thankfully, this was a classy place with very clean restrooms.  Andee didn’t think twice about sitting Mitch down and getting on her knees.  She wanted that shaft in her mouth.

As she licked and sucked, Mitch actually thought about how thankful he was for the wine.  Without it he would have blown his load in the restaurant while he was rubbing Andee’s pussy.  The alcohol would give him a little staying power in this supercharged environment.  But he wouldn’t last that long.

When she tea-bagged him he let out a cry.  His balls were ultra-tight and he could feel his orgasm mounting.  He pulled Andee up and said, “Do you want me inside you?”  She smiled, nodded, and pulled her skirt to her waist.

She straddled Mitch and teased him with her pussy just inches in front of his face.  He thought he should give her a few licks for lubrication.  He didn’t have to.  She was literally dripping pussy juice.  She slowly lowered herself onto his fully erect cock and began bouncing up and down.  Mitch had one hand on her ass and one rubbing her breasts.

Andee had never positioned herself quite this way before and it was incredible for her.  Her intensity grew, as did her pace.  Her problem came as they both approached orgasm.  She literally got weak in the knees.  As the first waves of orgasm spread through her body she collapsed on Mitch, no longer able to hold herself up.  As his orgasm shot a stream of milky fluid deep inside her he had to brace to take her weight without falling in!

Gasping for air and laughing, they kissed and kissed again.  This was pure passion and they had enjoyed the equivalent of a peak vintage year.  Slowly they composed themselves, dabbing away with toilet paper the best they could.  Clothes were rearranged without too many extra wrinkles.  Andee left the stall, checked her hair and ducked out.  Mitch followed in a minute.

As Mitch crossed the main dining room, this time putting away his phone for show, he saw Andee.  There was no hiding the look. This woman had just had sex and it had been great. She actually lit up the room, and he wondered how many of the other remaining patrons had noticed. He sat down as she was pouring out the last two glasses of wine.

A minute later the soufflé appeared, and it was divine.  Andee hoped her expression could be attributed to the chocolate, but wasn’t sure.  They ate amid oohs and ahs, but little other conversation.

The check arrived and it was after three o’clock. They knew it was time to go, but didn’t really want to. Mitch left a generous tip and thanked the waitress for everything.

“Superb, really superb. And the soufflé was worth every minute of the wait.”

Once again they crossed the parking lot without touching. The perfect professional couple. As they drove back to Andee’s office they held hands like teenagers. Upon pulling into the complex they disengaged. Andee told Mitch just to pull up in front of her office. 

As he stopped and put the vehicle into park, she reached across for a very platonic handshake. 

“Thanks. Thanks for everything. You did a great job,” she said. “Start thinking about the next meeting’s materials. I may want you back before next year.”

She smiled, got out before Mitch could say much of anything, and then closed the door. He lowered her window and leaned over. 

“You’re spectacular,” he whispered. And then followed it with, “I’m already thinking about some new approaches. I’ll call you to discuss.”

Andee smiled again, waved and retreated into her building. Mitch watched her and as he planned his return trip he could already feel a stirring in his pants. This would be some ride.