responded and began withdrawing his cock and sliding it back into her rapidly.
He lowered his head to her chest and started sucking her breasts. And as he sucked them, she burst into her first climax. She screamed with delight as he continued plummeting her with his cock. Then she felt the warmth of his semen burning deep within her, splashing against the walls of her vagina and meeting her own secretions head on.
The bruised and abused cucumber had grown limp in Sarah Jane's hand. She lay back against the potato sacks, gasping for breath and blinking at her surroundings. There she was, just plain Sarah Jane Tucker in the middle of the vegetable room. She sighed with disappointment and after adjusting her clothing got to her feet. She threw the cucumber/cock into a waste can and hurriedly filled the basket with the vegetables for the chef. As she was leaving she took one last look at the discarded cucumber and said 'Honey, I hope that man's cock holds up longer than you did!'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Catch's beer and egg remedy, plus a full breakfast and a massive dosage of vitamin B-12, pulled him together. He collected his briefcase and at ten o'clock picked up his Porsche in the hotel garage.
The morning air was bright and clean and Catch felt as if he could cope with anything.
The meeting was set for ten-thirty in the Land Development Corporation building in downtown Houston. Traffic was lighter than Catch had expected and he arrived at the LDC building at ten-fifteen. The building was one of the largest skyscrapers in Houston and was constructed of steel and green tinted glass.
Catch drove down the ramp to the underground parking lot and left it with the attendant. Then he took the elevator to the main floor. He crossed the beige marble hall to the private elevator which went directly to the offices of Dwyer, Keefe, Corson and Kelly. The elevator whooshed to a stop on the forty-fifth floor and Catch got out.
The reception area was expansive and modern-white carpet, white walls and a variety of stark black and white modernistic paintings. The receptionist was an attractive, very human-looking young lady who looked out of place in the surroundings. Her name was Amy Simmons. She had the most beautiful shade of red hair that Catch had ever seen. It was brighter than auburn yet far from being carrot-top. Her skin, pink and pale, contrasted with bright mane of hair which surrounded her oval face. She got up as Catch crossed to her.
'You must be Mr. Callahan,' she said in a charming Texas drawl.
'That's right, and you're…?'
'Amy Simmons.'
'Your four bosses have good taste,' remarked Catch.
'Yes, it is an attractive reception room,' replied Miss Simmons, guilelessly.
'It wasn't the reception room I was talking about, Miss Simmons.'
The young girl blushed and shuffled papers on her desk.
'I'm afraid none of the gentlemen are in yet, Mr. Callahan. Each of them called to say they'd be a little bit late for various reasons, but I'll be glad to show you into the conference room and make you a cup of coffee.'
'That would be very nice, Miss Simmons.'
The young woman unlocked one of the doors behind her and stepped aside for Catch to enter. She was wearing a pink frilly blouse and a tight white skirt which fit rather snugly over her well-formed buttocks. As Catch passed her he inhaled her light, clean fragrance.
She shut the door then opened the drapes, revealing a marvelous view of the city of Houston.
The office phone rang, and Miss Simmons picked it up in the conference room. 'Yes? Yes, he's here now. Right. I'll tell him, Mr. Kelly.'
After she hung up she explained to Catch that the company limousine had just picked up the last of the four of them and they wouldn't be to the office for half an hour or forty-five minutes.
'Well, I might as well have that coffee, Miss Simmons.'
The receptionist crossed to a richly paneled wall and opened a hidden door which led to an extensively stocked bar and kitchen area.
'How did your work with the country club turn out?' she asked Catch, as she prepared the coffee.
'Fine, if I can get them to accept it. I have my report right here in my briefcase.'
'I'm sure they will like it, Mr. Callahan: Mr. Kelly has great faith in you.'
Catch watched the receptionist carefully as she prepared the coffee. He was luxuriating in the well-formed lines of her body.
What's wrong with me, Catch wondered. I must be becoming a satyr. You'd think sex would be the farthest thing from my mind after last night.
'How do you take your coffee, Mr. Callahan?'
'Black and sweet.'
'Two teaspoons of sugar enough?'
'Make it three.'
Miss Simmons winced, but she added the sugar as directed. When Miss Simmons handed Catch the coffee, her fingertips touched his. She reacted by almost dropping the coffee cup. Some of the coffee slopped over into the saucer.
'Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Callahan. Let me get a napkin.'
She does dig me, thought Catch, smiling to himself.
She sponged up the excess liquid from the saucer and was about to turn and throw it away when Catch caught her by the wrist.
'How long did you say they'd be, Miss Simmons?'
'Why… er… I think around forty-five minutes, depending on the traffic.'
'That gives us plenty of time to get acquainted. It's not the length of time I'd like to have, but it will do.'
He pulled her toward him and slid his hand around her waist. 'Mr. Callahan-I-'
'Shut up, Miss Simmons,' murmured Catch as he pressed his lips against hers.
She surprised him by returning his kiss with unexpected passion. She slid out her tongue and pushed his lips apart, worming it inside his mouth. He wrapped his lips around the pink intruder and began sucking on it. His hands groped at her body. He felt her firm, high buttocks and squeezed them. Miss Simmons pushed against his chest and he could feel her nipples against his pectoral muscles. His cock began swelling to a throbbing hard-on as he held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
Catch began fumbling with the buttons which went down the back of her blouse, and Miss Simmons began unbuttoning his shirt. In seconds, they were completely undressed.
'Let me just lock the door and put the phone on automatic answer,' said Miss Simmons.
Catch watched her as she walked across the thick carpet. Her body was a knockout. She could have easily been a Playboy centerfold… easily. He rubbed his hands over his pulsating prick and waited for her to return.
As she walked back to him, her eyes were half-closed and her lips parted and open. She put her hand on the side of his face and gazed into his eyes. Her expression was at once serious and passionate.
Catch felt a mounting arousal building up in his body as she pressed firmly against him, offering herself to the young man. He put his arms around her body and pulled her close, then he lowered his head to her breasts. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands and nuzzled his lips and nose between them. He squeezed their flesh and rubbed his cheeks against them. Then he took her right one into his mouth and sucked on it. Her response was immediate. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled his face closer to her breasts. He licked and chewed the nipple until it was as hard and then moved onto the next one and sucked it until its nipple was rigid.
He moved his fingers down to her pussy and combed them through the downy auburn pubic hair which covered her cunt. The tips of his fingers worked inside her pussy lips. She pushed against him and began undulating her hips, driving her cunt against him until the tip of his finger touched her clitoris. She began whimpering.
'Hurry, Catch, hurry!'
