Juicy pussie elise loves to ride Jeffersons cock

The day had come. It was time to see what Jefferson was all about. I wasn’t in the mood to be around a lot of people. So, I suggested that we meet where we first met, the Riverwalk. There were plenty of restaurants in the area where we could stop if we wanted.
I wore a fitted jean embroidered dress and some gladiator sandals because I knew we’d be walking or standing. “So, what do you do?” I asked.
“I’m a finance manager at a dealership,” he responded.
“And you work with my brother as an auditor. He tells me you’re like the go-to person.”
I smiled, “He’s too kind.”
“Modesty looks great on you.”
I blushed. I stopped and looked into his eyes, “Tell me, what exactly are you expecting out of this.”
He shrugged, “I mean ... the same thing most nice guys expect.”
I nodded, “Sex or an actual relationship?”
He laughed, “I want a relationship. And you know sex when it comes to that.”
I sighed, “I don’t know. I just feel like, you haven’t thought about this all the way through.”
“About what, being with a beautiful woman, that’s smart and successful.”
“Look at me.”
“Okay.”
I shook my head, “Why do you think I asked to go someplace where there weren’t many people?”
“Your vitiligo doesn’t change how I feel.”
“You say that now. I just don’t want you to feel awkward when people look at me, like stare or make off comments, it can be a lot. Like, you’re such a nice guy—”
“Then let me prove myself to you. I like you, Elise.”
I sighed, “Can we just be friends for a few months, hang out, see how it goes, if you still think you want this, then I’ll let down my guard ... a little,” I smiled.
“I can do that and I’m pretty sure nothing will change between now and then, but okay.”
“Can we get dessert?” I asked nicely.
“Oh, now you want desert,” he joked, “Come on, where you want to go?”
Honestly, I had a great time with Jefferson. I was finally at home ready to unwind when Onyx’s line rang. It was Ashton. I smiled, “Hola, how’s Puerto Rico?” I asked.
The last time we were together, supposedly, he was going to Puerto Rico to get married. So, I was surprised to hear from him so soon.
“Ay mami, I’m here and I want to see you.”
“Did you get married?”
He laughed. That poor girl. He had been stringing her along for almost a year, changing the date. “Let me guess, the date changed.”
“It wasn’t me this time, I swear.”
I laughed. It didn’t matter. I was in the mood. “I can be there in an hour.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
A couple of weeks had gone by. I had spent a couple of days a week hanging out with Jefferson. He got to see how people acted around me in public. It did make him uncomfortable as much as he tried to deny it, yet, he hung in there.
Now, at my job, our manager, you know who, Mr. Preston Wright decided he wanted to have a one-on-one with everyone on our team. I was not enthused. Yet Friday was my day, he decided to save me for last.
I walk into his office. It was all nicely decorated, sofa, nice seats, and pictures of him and his family. I looked and saw a picture of Mallory, a lot thicker with two kids.
He smiled, “Have a seat, Elise.” I sat and twiddled with my thumbs and smiled awkwardly. “Looks like you’re a top performer,” he commented with a smile.
“It appears I am,” I replied plainly.
He chuckled, “Why did you act as if you hadn’t met me before?” he asked.
“Did you tell Mallory that I worked here with you?” I asked with a pinch of attitude.
He shook his head. I nodded. “Look, our past is just that. I just want to keep things professional and people around here like to gossip, so ... it was best if I pretended I didn’t know you.”
“I understand.” He cleared his throat. I stood to leave, “If you’ve ever wondered if it was real ... how I felt—”
“I haven’t. Have a good weekend, tell Mallory I said, ‘hi.’”
On Friday, September 18th. I didn’t have anything in particular planned. It was the first time in a while that Onyx wasn’t booked for any engagements.
The thought of spending time with Jefferson popped into my head, but then ... Onyx’s line sounded. I had received a message from a Bill, “I owe someone a favor. Check your account and tell me if it’s enough.”
I checked my account and there was a sizeable payment received. And yes, Onyx was a business. She had a separate account from Elise.
I replied, “This must be one hell of a favor.”
He replied, “Can you?”
I had to think about it for a second. I wasn’t accepting any new clients. I had told them all that I was good with what I already had, but Bill was such a sweetheart and he never asked me for sex. He only liked to talk and occasionally watch me pleasure myself.
I replied, “Sure.”
He sent me the contact information and I coordinated to meet with the new client. So, the process began to become her, Onyx.
I had just gotten a new wig, burgundy, long and wavy. It was time to give Onyx an update. I loved the way it looked on me. The blonde was sexy, but that red was giving sexy badass girl vibes. I grinned as I put on the plaid print blazer dress. It looked like I was wearing a coat and perhaps, nothing underneath, but that was for our gentleman friend to find out.
I got to the destination, a lovely home, built on the lake. There was a ramp that I had to stroll across to get to the front porch. It was a property that Bill owned. I had been there on occasion when he entertained and wanted a beautiful woman on his arm.
I rang the doorbell, and moments later, the door swung open and I’m shocked. I had stared into those brown eyes before. I said, “Mark Johnson?”
He smiled, “Onyx. Wow, you’re even more beautiful than what Bill described. Come in,” he said as he moved to the side and allowed me to enter.
My first thought was, why was Preston using a fake name? My second thought was, how did he know Bill? And my final thought, what did he have on Bill?
His eyes covered me with awe. I had never seen him look at me that way before. I smiled, “So, how was your day?”
“It was nice for the most part, come let’s have a drink,” he said as he walked to the den area of the home, which had a huge glass window overlooking the lake.
I wore a fitted jean embroidered dress and some gladiator sandals because I knew we’d be walking or standing. “So, what do you do?” I asked.
“I’m a finance manager at a dealership,” he responded.
“And you work with my brother as an auditor. He tells me you’re like the go-to person.”
I smiled, “He’s too kind.”
“Modesty looks great on you.”
I blushed. I stopped and looked into his eyes, “Tell me, what exactly are you expecting out of this.”
He shrugged, “I mean ... the same thing most nice guys expect.”
I nodded, “Sex or an actual relationship?”
He laughed, “I want a relationship. And you know sex when it comes to that.”
I sighed, “I don’t know. I just feel like, you haven’t thought about this all the way through.”
“About what, being with a beautiful woman, that’s smart and successful.”
“Look at me.”
“Okay.”
I shook my head, “Why do you think I asked to go someplace where there weren’t many people?”
“Your vitiligo doesn’t change how I feel.”
“You say that now. I just don’t want you to feel awkward when people look at me, like stare or make off comments, it can be a lot. Like, you’re such a nice guy—”
“Then let me prove myself to you. I like you, Elise.”
I sighed, “Can we just be friends for a few months, hang out, see how it goes, if you still think you want this, then I’ll let down my guard ... a little,” I smiled.
“I can do that and I’m pretty sure nothing will change between now and then, but okay.”
“Can we get dessert?” I asked nicely.
“Oh, now you want desert,” he joked, “Come on, where you want to go?”
Honestly, I had a great time with Jefferson. I was finally at home ready to unwind when Onyx’s line rang. It was Ashton. I smiled, “Hola, how’s Puerto Rico?” I asked.
The last time we were together, supposedly, he was going to Puerto Rico to get married. So, I was surprised to hear from him so soon.
“Ay mami, I’m here and I want to see you.”
“Did you get married?”
He laughed. That poor girl. He had been stringing her along for almost a year, changing the date. “Let me guess, the date changed.”
“It wasn’t me this time, I swear.”
I laughed. It didn’t matter. I was in the mood. “I can be there in an hour.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
A couple of weeks had gone by. I had spent a couple of days a week hanging out with Jefferson. He got to see how people acted around me in public. It did make him uncomfortable as much as he tried to deny it, yet, he hung in there.
Now, at my job, our manager, you know who, Mr. Preston Wright decided he wanted to have a one-on-one with everyone on our team. I was not enthused. Yet Friday was my day, he decided to save me for last.
I walk into his office. It was all nicely decorated, sofa, nice seats, and pictures of him and his family. I looked and saw a picture of Mallory, a lot thicker with two kids.
He smiled, “Have a seat, Elise.” I sat and twiddled with my thumbs and smiled awkwardly. “Looks like you’re a top performer,” he commented with a smile.
“It appears I am,” I replied plainly.
He chuckled, “Why did you act as if you hadn’t met me before?” he asked.
“Did you tell Mallory that I worked here with you?” I asked with a pinch of attitude.
He shook his head. I nodded. “Look, our past is just that. I just want to keep things professional and people around here like to gossip, so ... it was best if I pretended I didn’t know you.”
“I understand.” He cleared his throat. I stood to leave, “If you’ve ever wondered if it was real ... how I felt—”
“I haven’t. Have a good weekend, tell Mallory I said, ‘hi.’”
On Friday, September 18th. I didn’t have anything in particular planned. It was the first time in a while that Onyx wasn’t booked for any engagements.
The thought of spending time with Jefferson popped into my head, but then ... Onyx’s line sounded. I had received a message from a Bill, “I owe someone a favor. Check your account and tell me if it’s enough.”
I checked my account and there was a sizeable payment received. And yes, Onyx was a business. She had a separate account from Elise.
I replied, “This must be one hell of a favor.”
He replied, “Can you?”
I had to think about it for a second. I wasn’t accepting any new clients. I had told them all that I was good with what I already had, but Bill was such a sweetheart and he never asked me for sex. He only liked to talk and occasionally watch me pleasure myself.
I replied, “Sure.”
He sent me the contact information and I coordinated to meet with the new client. So, the process began to become her, Onyx.
I had just gotten a new wig, burgundy, long and wavy. It was time to give Onyx an update. I loved the way it looked on me. The blonde was sexy, but that red was giving sexy badass girl vibes. I grinned as I put on the plaid print blazer dress. It looked like I was wearing a coat and perhaps, nothing underneath, but that was for our gentleman friend to find out.
I got to the destination, a lovely home, built on the lake. There was a ramp that I had to stroll across to get to the front porch. It was a property that Bill owned. I had been there on occasion when he entertained and wanted a beautiful woman on his arm.
I rang the doorbell, and moments later, the door swung open and I’m shocked. I had stared into those brown eyes before. I said, “Mark Johnson?”
He smiled, “Onyx. Wow, you’re even more beautiful than what Bill described. Come in,” he said as he moved to the side and allowed me to enter.
My first thought was, why was Preston using a fake name? My second thought was, how did he know Bill? And my final thought, what did he have on Bill?
His eyes covered me with awe. I had never seen him look at me that way before. I smiled, “So, how was your day?”
“It was nice for the most part, come let’s have a drink,” he said as he walked to the den area of the home, which had a huge glass window overlooking the lake.