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For the last two weeks, my team and I had been working out of a temporary office that I’d established in Paris to discover who might be surreptitiously buying our company’s stock. Our concern was that given that the purchases over the last two months were acquired in the broker’s “street name,” the identity of the actual purchasers was hidden. We had three companies on our ‘suspects list’ and each had done something in the last six months that could be construed as ‘qualifying’ them as a potential suitor.
I had dispatched our two management trainees to profile each company and I was pleased with their excellent work. They had accessed some research reports issued by stock brokers who followed the industry but had also gotten some real-time information from bar talk and a couple of disgruntled former employees who were willing to tell everything that they knew in return for some modest financial incentive. I now believed that I knew as much about each firm and its key managers as anyone outside of the companies themselves.
However, our big break didn’t come from any of the traditional approaches, instead, it was ferreted out by Vic, our chief pilot. Two days ago while he was awaiting my return to the airport from an appointment that I had in Munich, he fell into a casual conversation in the crew’s lounge with another pilot, who upon recognizing Vic as an American, said that a few weeks ago he had made a trans-Atlantic flight to the United States for a Swiss company. He mentioned that three of their stops had been Tulsa, Oklahoma, Oakland, California, and Nashville, Tennessee. Those exact three cities were the locations of brokers that we knew were acquiring our stock. When Vic asked who the Swiss company was, he was unsurprised to learn that it was the very one that was on our suspect list.
I had included Vic and his co-pilot Don in all of our update meetings and as such they were aware of the kinds of clues we were seeking. I congratulated myself for the foresight to include them since I doubted that most people wouldn’t have thought to do so.
Pete, our CFO, had been with us for most of the past two weeks but had returned home yesterday, so I had to wake him up in the middle of the night with the news that we had a ‘smoking gun.’ Actually, both he and I had begun to develop a ‘gut feel’ about the Swiss company, but Vic’s information was the clencher. Pete told me that he’d convene the Executive Committee the next day and get back to me tomorrow.
I knew that finding out the identity of whoever was buying our stock was only the first step. Now we had to decide what to do about it.
Generally, a hostile takeover may start with a stealthy acquisition of the target company’s shares as we suspected was happening, but not always. The next step would be for the acquirer to make a public offering for enough additional shares to get a controlling interest. We had to be ready for that, almost certain event.
One defense we had already employed was written into the company’s charter. It specified that an acquisition of the company required a supermajority. Acceptance of a takeover offer required Two-thirds of the voting shares and two-thirds of the corporate directors to vote yes. That was a big plus for us as courts generally looked askance on such charter amendments that were effected after a public offering was initiated.
A second defense that I knew existed was that all management stock options, of which I had a few, were automatically triggered by an unwanted acquisition attempt. This would result in quite a few additional shares on the books and it would increase the company’s equity by about fifteen percent.
I knew there were another half-dozen defenses we could use, but Pete was responsible for those. My role, if any, was yet to be determined. I convened my team and told them that we now had a singular focus on the Swiss company. I sent both Joe and Matt back to Geneva and I had Meridith track down the company that had just bought a subsidiary of the Swiss company, a move that we thought was to create a war chest for the run at us. I wanted to see what they might know. Things were about to get interesting.
The last week had been exhausting for me, I had appointments almost every day that required an early morning rise, a one to two-hour flight, and a late-night return. Several times Lily got home to find a cold and lonely bed, but it couldn’t be helped.
The next afternoon I got a conference call from Pete and the entire Executive Committee of the board. I’d had Meridith fax the consolidated research report we’d assembled on our potential acquirer and I spent the better part of two hours briefing them on our findings.
Pete told me they had identified the tail numbers of the Swiss flight and confirmed the itinerary that had been told to Vic with a couple of added stops we hadn’t known about. It seemed that over 79,000 shares had now been purchased and two more brokers were added to our list of known buyers.
The entire Board of Directors was scheduled to be briefed tomorrow, but Pete and David, our CEO, didn’t think I needed to fly Elvankent escort all night to be there since it was unlikely that it would generate any questions that Pete couldn’t handle. They told me to just keep digging and they’d keep me informed of anything new that was discovered on their end. I was relieved and since it was a Friday, I decided to see if Lily was in the mood to take a short vacation.
As I said, the past week had not been kind to Lily and my blossoming romance, but as I lay in her bed awaiting her return from her shift working as a hostess at the Paris Freyja Club, my eyes looked at her lovely portrait that hung on the wall across from the foot of her bed and I remembered the last time we’d been together in this room.
My evolving relationship with Lily had been characterized by an easy sexual tension that I had found with no other woman. Four nights ago I suggested that we might introduce sex games into our relationship. Of course, Lily was familiar with the concept, since at the Freyja Club it was a popular post on the “Board.” The one that I saw most often was “Master and Slave.” In the game whoever was the slave had no choice but to comply with whatever sexual act the Master demanded. I had played this with both Jennifer and Karen and it could get interesting, but my personal favorite was the game of “Consent.”
In consent, it was just the opposite; One had to ask permission at each step in the seduction process.
It had been a Sunday evening and one of Lily’s days off, so we had all the time we needed. Of course “Consent” was most erotic when it was assumed that seduction was the objective. With that in mind, I set the stage by telling Lily to imagine that we had just recently met and I had lured her to my hotel. We were both still dressed, but that was an important aspect of the game. Lily’s eyes sparkled, and I knew that many women fantasize about being seduced by a handsome, powerful man, so I began by holding her hand and brushing my lips over her knuckles. I turned her hand over and kissed my way up her forearm. My head came level with hers, and our eyes met. “Can I kiss you?”
In our real relationship, I wouldn’t ask, but Lily knew that under the rules of the game, I had to.
“Yes.”
My lips brushed over hers. Then pressed down, pulling her lips open. A little tongue, the same as always, sweet. But this kiss was different. I moved a little slower and lingered a little bit longer.
My fingers rubbed the silky material of her blouse between them. I pulled from the kiss. “Can I kiss your neck?”
Lily tipped her head and my mouth touched her neck. I skated over her skin, with a nip and a suck. “Tell me if there is anything you don’t like.”
Lily nodded. “I need to hear you say yes.”
“Yes. I like you kissing me.”
“You arouse me. Do I arouse you?”
Lily bit her bottom lip and looked down. Her face reddened as if she had never been asked so boldly.
“Yes.”
I kissed her again. My tongue stroked hers and I felt her just sort of melt in my arms.
“Can I touch your breasts?”
Was she surprised by the boldness of the question? She paused for a moment before looking into my eyes. There was an almost imperceptible nod.
“Yes.
Lily seemed to want me to hurry. Perhaps part of her wanted to see how far I’d take these questions of consent.
We kissed again, this time I caressed her breast over her clothes. My fingers found the soft mounds and kneaded first one, then the other.
“Will you take your blouse off for me?”
Lily bit her bottom lip. “Do you want to see me?”
“Yes.” I ran the back of my hand over her throat. “Your soft skin. I want to run my hands over it. I want to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
Lily, now in the game, seemed to hesitate for just an instant but then grabbed the arm of her blouse and pulled it loose. The second arm came free and I helped to pull it over her head. Lily whispered, “I want you to touch me.”
“Tell me where.” I nuzzled her neck. “Tell me how.” Lily took a deep breath of me. My aroma filled her and she emitted an audible “hummmm.
“My- my shoulders. Like a massage.”
My fingers pressed into her muscles and she rolled her neck. More moans of pleasure. Lily took a few deep breaths while seeming to build up her courage to keep directing me.
“Run your hands over my stomach while you kiss my shoulders”
My hands caressed the super-soft skin of her stomach while my mouth kissed her from one shoulder to the hollow of her throat and then onto the other shoulder.
“Please take off your bra.” I whispered in her ear, and Lily whispered back, “You want to see me naked?” I nuzzled her neck and said…
“No, I want you to desire to be naked for me.”
Lily twisted her arms behind her back and unsnapped her bra. I slid the straps down her arms and let it drop to the floor.
My finger tipped under her chin. “Look at me. What do you see?”
Lily’s eyes fluttered open, “You look…. aroused…. ready…. turned on.”
“I am all those things, and I want you to feel the same Eryaman escort way. I want you to savor my touch. Every step, I want you there with me.”
“I am.” Lily’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Can I touch your breasts? Tease your nipples? Kiss them?”
Lily’s face tightened with anticipation.
“Yes.”
My hand cupped the softness of her breast, my thumb brushed over her nipple. “Do you like it soft or harder?” She pressed her body against me. “A bit firmer.”
I rolled one nipple between my thumb and finger. “Like that,” I asked.
Lily gasped a little in response. I kissed from her collarbone across the upper slope to her nipples. I sucked one into my mouth and swirled my tongue, sensing it harden at my touch.
I love spontaneity, but I was immensely enjoying this game of asking for consent at each stage of this seduction.
I pulled the warmth of my mouth away and blew on the hardened tip. It tightened a little more.
When I removed my own shirt we were both naked from the waist up. She hissed her approval as her hands roamed over my muscled chest, shoulders, and abs. I was returning the favor by caressing her soft skin and kneading her breasts.
I pulled and guided the caresses of her hand. Lily pressed, feeling the hardness of the muscles just beneath the surface of my skin. Then she traced the lines, feeling the indentations and bulges of my abs. Soon, her fingers found one of my nipples and traced a circle around one. She asked, “Does that feel good? Like when you touch mine?”
I ventured a question. “If an orgasm is ten and hand-holding is one. Where does nipple touching fall for you?”
Lily rubbed her thumb against the soft nub of my nipple to demonstrate. “A touch like this is a four.” She bent and sucked me into her mouth, flicking her tongue. “That’s a five. On the right day, a harder pinch is a six or seven.”
“What’s kissing for you?”
“Kissing you is a solid eight and on occasion, it feels as good as an orgasm.”
We spent a while confirming her description, but Lily had a question. “And for you?” I admitted that kissing was a definite eight too, but I doubted that it would ever reach the level of an orgasm for me. Lily nodded, “Another reason being female is so much better.” I had to agree with her logic there.
Lily stood on her tiptoes and kissed me but I tried to stay still. Then she bit my bottom lip. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
“I want your hands all over me.” She breathed out the confession before pressing herself against me. She tipped her head to deepen the kiss. Tongues, teeth. I ran my fingers from her neck to her hips.
“The bed?” I asked, nodding in its direction, and rested my hands on the bulge of her hips, my fingers moving restlessly and impatiently on her skin, almost a tickle.
Lily replied looking straight into my eyes, “Yes.”
I took her hand and pulled her to the edge. She sat on the bed and looked up at me. I brushed my hands across her cheek. “Do you want to lay down?”
She scooted across the sheet and stretched out on the pillows. I removed my slacks and climbed in beside her.
“Kiss me,” she whispered. “Touch me, everywhere. Make me cum. I want you inside me, I want you filling me.”
She was starting to forget the rules of the game. She was directing, not asking. I thought about admonishing her, but one look into her sultry eyes and I found that I might be willing to cut her some slack.
I kissed her, my tongue filling her mouth. I wondered if she hoped that her words answered my questions about consent. My hands caressed from her shoulder to her knees which I slowly spread and slipped my fingers up Lily’s inner thigh. When I brushed over her panties where they covered her mound she shivered. When I tried to pull away, she slapped her hand on top of mine, “Keep going… harder.”
“I’m getting harder,” I quipped.
Lily moved her hand to cup the bulge in my shorts. “Yes,” I whispered against her lips as I pressed forward to increase the pressure against her hand.
She moaned into my mouth as she reached into her waistband, pushed her panties down, and kicked them off her feet. I did the same with my underpants, and now we were naked. I could sense Lily’s heart pounding when she opened her eyes and it seemed to burst out of her chest when my hand ran from her hip to her knee then back up her inner thigh. She spread her legs as a signal of encouragement and I bent over her body and asked, “How do you like to be touched?”
“Am I supposed to know? I’m not sure. I never thought about it. What do you want?”
“Direct me then. Tell me harder or softer. Right or left.” I commanded as I brushed my fingertip between her vaginal lips and over her clit.
“Harder. A little more pressure. A little left. Perfect. Can I touch you as well?”
“Enjoy this for now. Do you prefer this or if I put my fingers inside you?”
A shiver ran down her spine. “This. Maybe move in a circle.” I followed her direction. “Vary the pressure a little.”
“Can you come like this?”
“Probably.” Lily bit her bottom Esat escort lip and I wondered if my mouth would help so I bent my head and whispered softly in her ear “Tell me what you want.”
“Your mouth, your tongue on my clit.”
A quick change of position and I was at the gates. My tongue slid over her slit, splitting her and I Flicked into her crease seeking her clit.
Lily arched her back as my mouth made contact, “Yes. Like that.” Her moans climbed higher as I explored to discover her most sensitive part. She gripped my hair almost painfully as it seemed her nerves exploded with pleasure. I tried to pull back and her hands pushed on my head as if that was what she desired as spasms rippled through her body, but she was also holding me tightly with her legs, so I wasn’t moving. I had experienced this before when I’d tongued a woman to a climax. On the one hand, the stimulation became unbearable to her but the desire to remain connected was equally as strong. So, with no further guidance forthcoming, I contented myself with just licking her through her orgasm
When it became obvious that Lily was done, I raised my face from between her legs and she apologized, “Sorry, I was too busy screaming to give instructions. It was just too intense, but you seemed to guess my desires anyway.”
“That’s okay. I got the message. What do you want now?”
“I want you to come up here and kiss me.”
“You know my lips are covered don’t you,” I asked, but assumed that she already knew that.
“I know,” she responded as she helped drag my body up to lay beside her, “It’s so intimate, tasting me on your lips.” I had to agree that it certainly was.
As we kissed, I became aware of Lily’s hand heading towards my crotch, so without breaking our kiss, I intercepted her before she arrived. Then breaking the dance our tongues were engaged in, I said, “Let me show how.” I took her hand and wrapped it around my now almost erect penis. For the next few minutes, I gave her a quick lesson in masculine sexual arousal, as if she was the most innocent virgin on the planet. I showed her how to use her thumb over the head, which when she did, made me gasp. I guided her other hand beneath and had her cup my balls and showed her how to gently roll them to create the delicious friction that sent spasms of pleasure racing through my body. When I thought she had the technique perfected, I let go of her hands and just let her stroke and caress me. As she varied the pressure and speed, Lily’s eyes would wordlessly seek my confirmation that her efforts were exactly what I most desired.
The fact that she succeeded in bringing me to a full, and almost painful, erection wasn’t lost on her and she pressed her soft cheek against my afternoon stubble and asked, “Do you want to put it in my mouth?”
Her question gave me pause as a mental image of my hard column disappearing into the pink oval of her mouth caused my cock to involuntarily jerk, but at that point, I felt an intense desire to experience the love of this woman in the way that Nature had originally intended.
“That would be nice,” I answered, “But truthfully, I want you to feel me inside you.”
Lily looked at me and I could see the faint indentation of her dimples when she started to smile, “Oh my… inside me? Your hard cock inside my little pussy. Is that what you want to do to me?”
I nodded, and asked, “And what do you want?”
The hint of her smile broadened into a full-blown grin and she seemed to pause for effect, while her hand dipped between her legs to emerge coated with the oily sheen of her own arousal. Then bringing it to my nose, she wiped it on my face and said, “Does this answer your stupid question?”
Indeed it did. I pushed Lily onto her back and made sure that the pillow that I placed under her head was sufficient for her to be able to look down her body to where I was repositioning myself between her alabaster legs that had naturally fallen open to receive me.
Supported by my knees and my hands placed on either side of her, I raised my hips enough that my rampant erection was visible hovering just above the slope of Lily’s mound. I wanted her to visually capture the picture of my hard cock before it disappeared from view. I was rewarded when I saw her eyes widen and her mouth formed a small “o.”
“You’re going to try to put that inside my little hole?” Lily whimpered, still gazing at my shaft. Since I thought that a verbal response to that question would be superfluous, I just adjusted myself enough to press the tip of my cock between the lips of her labia.
When she sensed that I was lodged in the right place, I felt her hands reach up and grasp my biceps which were bulging from the exertion of holding me up. She squeezed tightly and used the leverage to angle her hips upwards which seated me solidly in the entrance of her vagina.
I pushed further inside her, slowly. Then again, penetrating just a little further. I repeated the attack until after the fourth thrust I sensed that we were fully joined. The feel of her warm wetness was overwhelming and we both took a moment to savor the experience. Just holding myself inside, I felt my penis jerk as blood continued to fill and expand my shaft, each followed by Lily clenching down with her pussy. I wanted to know if she was doing that intentionally, but she just shook her head.
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