Sweet Georgia On My Mind
When the office manager tops off a great start to the week
The previous couple of weeks at work had been hard. There were three deals I was working on simultaneously and two of them started to look shaky. I could afford to lose one, but two was unacceptable for someone in my position.
As I drove into the office earlier than normal at 7am, I started to work the phones. I knew the first acquisition deal would close that week, but I needed to shore it up so I could focus on the other two.
The commute was easier than normal because of the earlier start and as I walked into my office, I saw Georgia, our 53-year-old office manager walking down the hall.
Georgia was one of those sexy older women who had never married — she started out in a competing firm as a junior secretary and worked her way up the ladder by just outworking everyone else.
As she swayed past my office in her tight-fitting tangerine dress with the low-cut front, she leaned in to greet me.
“Morning, gorgeous. You’re normally a late starter. Want coffee? Should I send around one of the pool girls to man your phones until Jenny arrives?”
“Big week, Georgia, gotta get the hop on it! Coffee, yes, pool girl, no! You’re amazing.”
She smiled and wandered off, I watched her apple-like ass saunter past my door. Georgia had 10 years on me, but she was stunning. Every man in this place wanted to taste that apple, but aside from our former CEO who drunkenly told a few of us that he’d had sex with Georgia on her desk one time, nobody had said whether they’d been with her.
I focused on the task at hand. I had an email from one of my acquisition targets wanting a mid-morning conference call and I had a WhatsApp message from a writer at a reputable financial blog saying that my third target, the one I wasn’t hopeful about, was coming around to our offer.
Georgia walked in as I was reading the WhatsApp message, “You have a smile as wide as Texas, you either got good news or you’re having a stroke.”
She put my coffee down and sat herself on the edge of my desk. Her silky smooth, pearl white legs were a distraction from what she was saying, her skirt had crept up a bit as she sat down and I found myself looking in between her thighs.
“Eyes up here. What’s going on?”
I was a bit embarrassed, I was usually more subtle.
“Oh, I’ve got three deals I’m trying to close out this week. One is solid, one is a solid maybe, and the third is a maybe not. Now the third is a maybe and the first one is looking almost done. This might be a good week.”
She stood up, squeezed my shoulder and said as she was walking off, “You’re a closer… Do what you do.”
The morning was a bit of a blur.
My conference call with the “maybe” target was good, they had some questions they needed answered.
I spoke with my “solid” target and they said they were planning a media announcement today which meant they were either rejecting us or accepting the offer — I was sure it was an acceptance.
My journalist friend texted me again to say that his insider at my “maybe not” was now saying we were the front-runners to acquire them.
I put out a message to the office that we might close more than one deal today, so I moved into the war room with a few key staff. Whenever we hit a deal frenzy, Georgia moves into the war room with us to run point on administration and coordination.
She took up her seat next to me, put her hand on my thigh and said, “You got this, you’re the closer.” She squeezed my thigh before removing her hand.
Within the hour, we had the signed paperwork for my “solid” — they made their press release and formally announced it.
Georgia rang the deal bell and a steady stream of well-wishers came in to congratulate me but watching her breasts bob up and down as she rang the bell, was burned into my mind.
Almost immediately, I got a call on my cell phone from my contact at the “maybe” opportunity — they needed assurance about staff bonuses as part of the transition and if we could sweeten that by 10%, we were good.
I put the phone down on mute, I had them. The 10% they wanted was insignificant, so I strung the silence out for another 20 seconds to make them think. I gave Georgia a wink and took the call off mute.
“Yeah, we can do 10%, but I need the Memorandum of Understanding signed today — that triggers the walk-away penalty for you guys should you back out. Are we good now?”
“Yeah, DJ, we’re good — I’ll get the signed email MoU sent over in ten minutes.”
I hung up the call and told Georgia the second deal was done.
She squealed and hugged me, “Congratulations, gorgeous!”
Georgia jogged around the table to the wall and rung the deal bell again — he breasts bouncing as she moved. I found myself with a semi just watching her.
Everyone was milling around the war room, two acquisitions in a single day was pretty rare, and both by the same manager was odd.
Our CEO came into shake hands and congratulate me, “DJ, close the third one today. Just make the call.”
I nodded and reached for my phone, I called the “maybe not” company who were becoming a “maybe” and straight-up asked them, “How do we get this done today?”
“We think it’s possible, DJ. Give me an hour to come up with our ‘must haves’ and I’ll get back to you.”
It was a long wait. Three deals in a day was unheard of — I’ve had entire years where I’ve done three deals. I was tense and had forgotten to even consider lunch.
Georgia had read my mind and she arrived with a sandwich and sparkling mineral water for me.
“You don’t eat, you starve. You starve, some of us starve. I don’t like the idea of homelessness, so eat up, gorgeous.”
As I thanked her and bit into my sandwich, she stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders a bit. I was tense and it felt amazing. She would occasionally run her nails through my hair and across my scalp which sent shivers down my spine.
“My God, your hair is so soft! Half the women in this office would kill for hair this soft.”
As she said it, she tugged at my hair and again, I found myself with a semi.
The “must haves” came back and there were some things we needed to work on to see if we could meet their requests. I had our financial modellers figuring out what we could and couldn’t do.
The day stretched into evening, most of the staff went home. Georgia, myself and three or four of my team stayed behind.
Finally, at 8pm, they asked for one more change. I called our CEO, asked if we could move a bit, he said if I was happy, he was happy.
I made the call and we got the MoU back by 8:45pm.
Georgia rang the bell to a largely empty and gave me a long hug — it had been a massive day and it was more out of mutual fatigue that anything else.
My team were heading out to celebrate, but I was exhausted so I took a pass.
I made my way back to my office, leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. I must have drifted off to sleep briefly because I woke up to Georgia’s voice outside my office, “Knock. Knock.”
She was holding a bottle of champagne, a bottle sparkling mineral water and two glasses, “Private celebration?”
“Absolutely.”
She came in, kicked the door shut behind her and filled up a glass with the water for me before popping the cork on the champagne for herself.
We sat in silence, drinking and smiling.
“That was a stupidly long day, Georgia. Thanks for being here, you’re always amazing at times like this.”
“You’re impressive to watch. It’s like watching a lion hunt. It’s impossible to take your eyes away from you. One of the younger secretaries said it’s sexy, she’s going home to fuck her husband after watching you all day.”
I laughed out loud!
“Lucky guy, I’m going to go home, warm up some dinner and probably watch SportsCenter highlights.”
“No wife tonight?”
“Nah, she’s gone with the boy to visit her mother for the week. I told her it was going to be a long one, but everything got done today, so I’ll probably just take a couple of days off and sit by my pool.”
Georgia tipped back her champagne flute, stood up and walked around my desk to stand in front of me.
She held out her hand, “Come on.”
I grabbed her hand, she guided me over to the sofa, “Lay down.”
Following her instructions, I laid down.
Georgia kicked off her heels, reached behind her and unzipped her dress. With a quick shimmy, the dress fell off her to expose her beautifully round hips and milky white thighs. She had on nice lacey black panty and bra set.
She then unclasped her bra exposing her breasts which were lovely and large with big areola and pointy hard nipples.
Georgie leaned down, unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants, pulled down my fly and reached in to pull out my growing cock.
She got down on her knees and took me into her mouth.
I repositioned myself so she was between my legs and had better access.
The blowjob was terrific. Georgia moved slowly up and down my shaft, applying incredible but delicate pressure to the underside of my cock and she sucked me.
I laid my head back and just lost myself in the moment — I was tired mentally and physically, and Georgia was taking care of my needs perfectly.
Georgia stood up which caused me to open my eyes, she lowered her panties and her silky smooth pussy was on display.
I reached out to touch it and she slapped my hand away, “This isn’t about me, this is about taking care of you.”
Georgia then threw one leg over me and I moved to let her mount me as I laid on the sofa.
She guided me inside of her and it felt amazing as the head of my cock slipped past the opening of her pussy and slid deep into her vagina.
I groaned and close my eyes while Georgia let out a small sigh.
When I was all the way inside her, Georgie put her arm on the back of the sofa and used it for leverage as she started to glide up and down on my cock.
I opened my eyes to look at her — her breasts were beautiful and pert, bouncing up and down slightly as she moved. Georgia was biting her lower lip and sighing slightly as she got into a steady rhythm.
Without opening her eyes she said, “You can touch them, I can feel you staring at my tits… Go on, feel them.”
I reached up and squeezed her soft breasts. I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples and as I did, she let out a gasp. I decided to see how sensitive they were so I pinched them lightly between my index finger and thumb, rolling them slightly.
Georgia groaned and tipped her head back, she lifted her pace just a bit.
“Are you going to cum soon?”
“No.”
“Ok, well, I’m going to focus on me for a minute then.”
Georgie took her hand off the back of the couch, leaned forward with both hands on my chest and started twerking with my cock inside her. Her head was tilted forward, her hair draped down onto my chest and her breathing had intensified.
Finally, she sat straight up, grabbed the back of the couch and impaled herself fully onto my cock.
“Oh God! Fuck that’s good!”
Georgia slowly went up and down taking the full length out before driving back down onto me to take it all in. She did this several times before settling down into a seated position.
“That was a great way to end my day, now let’s get you finished up.”
She hopped off me and told me to stand up. When I was off the couch, she laid down flat on her stomach with legs together. She told me to mount her like this.
There was enough room on the couch to slide one knee between her and the back, and then the with the other leg I was able to perch it on the ground. Holding onto the back of the couch with one hand propping myself up by the end with the other, I was entered her from behind.
Having her legs closed made it even a tighter fit and it felt amazing.
“Ok, do me hard, DJ. Focus on your own pleasure. Don’t worry about me at all, just let go and give me everything you have.”
Georgia’s instructions on how to fuck her pushed all of my buttons at exactly the same time. I began to thrust into her with a furious pace and with as much force as I could muster.
With every stroke, she’d let out a small gasp that was a combination of pleasure and having my full weight bearing down on her.
My head fell forward as I focused purely on fucking Georgia — it was my singular thought, I had to unleash myself inside her.
Suddenly, the urge to cum built in my groin. Long, full strokes with as much power as I could muster were pressed into Georgia.
“That’s it, DJ… Cum for me. Fill me. Let it all go.”
I was nearly growling as my orgasm washed over me. It felt like an explosion as it left my body.
Several more slowly thrusts until I was spent and just laid, resting atop Georgia’s back.
“Stand up.”
I withdrew from Georgia and stood up straight. She swivelled on the couch into a seated position and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked the rest of my cum that leaking out and cleaned my cock with her mouth.
A few seconds later, “There you go, feel better?”
“I have no feeling from the waist down. My head is spinning. That was surreal.”
Georgia reached down and collected her bra and panties and started getting herself dressed.
“That’s good. You had a very full day and needed to have that kind of release so you can go home and sleep. I better not see you here tomorrow.”
I stood there, naked from the waist down and Georgia was moving about the room getting herself dressed. I was struggling to form a single coherent thought.
“Come on, get dressed and go home. Get an Uber, you’re in no shape to drive. Text me when you get home so that I know you arrived.”
And with that, Georgia slipped her heels back on and walked out of my office like nothing happened.
I managed to get my pants back on and summon an Uber. The entire way home, I didn’t think about any of the deals I closed that day for a second, I simply thought about Georgia’s incredibly sexy, all business performance.
The car pulled into my house and I hopped out. As I walked to my door, I sent Georgia a text message, “I just got home, thanks for everything today. You were absolutely incredible.”
“That’s ok, gorgeous. You did amazing work today, good job.”
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