Sexy Excerpt from “Reunion”

“Reunion” is one of the older stories that I’ve re-listed under my old pseudonym Knobbie Knobbs. It’s available as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription, or you can purchase it for just $1.99/£1.29.

Here’s a short and sexy excerpt from the book. Enjoy.

Matt’s secretary knocked on his open door and looked in to find him with papers spread all over his desk.

“Matt, I’ve just seen most of the partners going down to the boardroom. Aren’t you going? I though they invited you.”

“They did, Doris. You too as it happens.”

“Oh, I am privileged.” She smiled and they both broke into a laugh.

Matt shook his head. “I suppose we should make tracks.”

“I suppose so. You know, Matt, I think I’ll enjoy working for a partner if I keep being invited to these functions. I quite like Champagne.”

“You’re leaving me then, Doris?”

“You know what I mean.”

Matt smiled at her. Doris had joined the firm at the same time as Matt. She’d been part of the typing pool at first, but when Matt was made an associate and given the opportunity to select his own permanent assistant, Doris had been first on the list. She had few a years on him, and he saw her as an older sister that kept him out of trouble.

“Come on, let’s go.”

One of the reasons for the success that Smith & Jones had enjoyed over the years was a splendid reputation for client care. The firm held at least one educational seminar a month for its clients, which the firm’s lawyers were all expected to attend. Matt had been asked to speak at one the previous summer. It also held regular receptions for its more important clients, giving Milton Keynes’ movers and shakers an opportunity to network. Many a deal had been done at a Smith & Jones Champagne reception. Generally only the partners, their secretaries and the office management went to the receptions – for an associate to be invited was rare and considered a privilege.

The boardroom door was wide open as Matt and Doris approached. It would be closed later when all the guests had arrived. Matt glanced around the room from the doorway. All but the two senior partners were present, as were many of the invited clients. Notable by their absence were Jerry and Roy.

“Remember,” Matt whispered to Doris. “If it looks like I’ve been cornered by anybody, it’s your job to come and rescue me.”

“Yes, I can see me interrupting a client to offer you more nibbles.”

“Please, Doris.”

“I’ll do my best.”

One of the partners called over to Matt. “Mr. Marsden. Glad you could make it. Have you met Ted Bull; he’s a property owner and domestic landlord.”

“Wish me luck,” Matt said out of the side of his mouth. He walked across to greet the two men, shaking hands and making small talk. Doris hurried over to the other secretaries in one corner of the room.

For the next ten minutes Matt was passed from one partner to the next and introduced to a number of clients. Each partner spoke warmly of Matt and his abilities, often ending with the suggestion that the client could do a lot worse than have Matt write his will, or sell his house.

Then the final guests arrived.

Senior partners Maurice Jones and David Smith were accompanied by Jerry, Roy, Kelly and the other two partners in Top Ten plc. Maurice’s secretary took them all some Champagne on a tray, and David’s secretary closed the door discreetly behind them. Two more secretaries went around the room ensuring that everyone’s glass was full.

“Friends,” David addressed the room. “Today, we welcome new members to the Smith & Jones family. The successful internet company, Top Ten plc, has instructed young Jerry McTaggart here – one of our finest associates.”

He turned to the four people from the company. “So, gentlemen; and madam, of course; may I formally welcome you on behalf all our partners and esteemed friends.” He raised his glass and everyone in the room did the same.

“Top Ten.” The rest of the room echoed him. “Now, I believe that Mr. Chairman has a few words for us. Roy Lakeland, everybody.”

There was polite applause.

“Thank you, David. Until a few weeks ago I’d not heard of Smith and Jones, which given there are so many people here that I consider friends I should be upset over. You kept this little gem a secret.” Laughter rippled through the room.

It wasn’t a particularly memorable speech, and in Matt’s opinion it went on for far too long. Then…

“Of course, you all know of my little legal difficulties at the moment; we’re a Great British David engaged in a titanic struggle with an international Goliath. But Jerry here comes highly recommended. Admittedly, he comes recommended by one of his colleagues, but that man is an old friend, who I trust. So if we could raise our glasses again, just one more time. To Matt Marsden, with thanks for leading me here.”

“Matt Marsden,” the guests chorused.

With the formalities over, Jerry escorted Roy to one side of the room and began introducing him to the other partners and guests. David and Maurice each took one of Roy’s partners and did the same. Kelly was left standing alone.

“Excuse me please,” Matt said to the client he’d been talking to.

He strolled over to Kelly. “I see you’ve been left all alone, Mrs Lakeland.”

“Yes. I’m just the financial controller; far less important that the other three.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Would you like me to introduce you to everyone?”

“That would be most kind, Mr. Marsden.” She giggled.

Matt decided to start on the other side of the room to Roy and Jerry, and work in the opposite direction. He put his hand on the small of Kelly’s back and gestured for her to lead the way.

As they were walking, he whispered to her. “He goes on a bit, your husband, doesn’t he?”

“Today was nothing,” she whispered back. “At the AGM, he spoke for over an hour, telling everyone how wonderful he was and what a success the business was.”

“Does he credit you with any of the success?”

“I’ve told you before, Matthew. He likes to think of himself as the successful one, not me.”

“More fool him.”

“I hate these things, I wish I didn’t have to be here. Isn’t there somewhere more private we could go? A room with a lock?”

Matt shushed her as they approached the firm’s two least senior partners. “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce Kelly Lakeland. She’s the financial director of Top Ten.”

He guided Kelly around the room in the same way that she had done for him at the reunion a few weeks previously. She charmed the partners and was polite to the clients she already knew. Matt admired the way she handled herself.

“You really are the reason for the company’s success, aren’t you,” he whispered to her.

They approached the centre of the room, and Roy and Jerry. They met in front of the firm’s only female partner. Matt made sure he got in with the introduction first.

“Ruth, this is Kelly Lakeland. She’s the company’s financial controller.”

Ruth and Kelly shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Miss Lakeland.”

“It’s Mrs. Lakeland, but please, call me Kelly.”

“Well, Kelly, it’s good to see a woman up there breaking the glass ceiling.”

Roy laughed heartily. “I had to find a job for my wife, didn’t I? Just to keep her out of trouble, you know how it is. Tell me, Miss…”

“Ms. Walker.”

“Oh. Right. Ms. Walker it is then. Tell me, what sort of work do you do? I may have something for you.”

“I doubt it,” Ruth said, coldly.

“Ruth heads up our family division,” Jerry said.

“Yes. I spend most of my time chasing absent fathers and cheating husbands.”

“Oh. Well, maybe I won’t be needing your services, after all.”

Matt looked at Kelly. He could see in her eyes what she was thinking.

Roy turned away from Ruth. “I see you’re taking care of my wife for me, old boy.”

“I thought someone should.”

“Smashing! You always were a considerate chap. Look, Jerry, Maurice and I are having a game of golf this weekend and we need a fourth. Are you up for it?”

“I don’t know, Roy. I’ve got a lot on this weekend.”

“Nonsense,” said Maurice. He had joined the huddle along with one of Roy’s partners. “Matthew, there is always time for golf. You’d do well to remember that. I’ve already booked us a tee time. Whittlebury Park at three on Saturday.”

“Of course, Maurice. I’ll be there.”

“Splendid. You couldn’t pick Jerry up, could you? McTaggart, you really should get yourself a car.”

“I don’t know if I can afford it, Maurice. I have a mortgage to think of.”

“Well, maybe we should review your salary. I’ll have a word with David.”

“Gentlemen. If you would excuse me, I have to visit the ladies room.”

Maurice, Roy and Jerry shuffled uncomfortably. Matt grinned. He suspected that Roy didn’t care to be reminded of his wife’s presence.

“Hmm, I’m sure that Ruth…” Maurice turned see Ruth engaged in conversation someone else.

“It’s okay, Maurice. I should go myself,” said Matt. “It’s this Champagne, goes right through me. I’ll show her the way.”

“I know what you mean, Matty,” said Roy. “Too much of this stuff plays havoc with your insides. Still, you always did have a bladder like a small rodent.”

Matt said nothing.

“Thank you, Matthew,” said Kelly. “You are a gentleman.”

It was almost six in the evening. The only people left in the building were those at the reception and a night watchman in the foyer. Matt acknowledged the ex-heavyweight boxer as he and Kelly passed through. The client toilets were on a corridor on the opposite side of the building to the boardroom. The lights were off. Matt reached to switch them on but Kelly stopped him. She shook her head.

“Don’t bother. Waste of electricity.”

“Okay. The ladies room is the third door on the right, opposite the gents. I’ll wait for you. Unless you finish first, then you can wait for me.”

He walked along the corridor. Kelly followed. When he turned left to go into the gents, she followed.

“Kelly, what are you doing?”

“Now I’ve got you alone, you don’t think I’m letting you out of my sight, do you?”

“What if someone comes in?”

“Then we’ll have to be really quiet.”

She took his hand and dragged him to one of the cubicles, locked the door behind them then turned to face him. She grabbed his trousers at the waist and pulled him to her.

“My God, it’s been so hard in there. Having to keep my hands off you when all I want is to rip your clothes off.” Her voice was so low she was almost growling. She kissed him forcefully and fumbled to undo his trousers. Matt’s underpants followed his trousers south, and Kelly pumped his rapidly hardening cock.

Matt pulled away from her kiss. “Kelly, we really shouldn’t…”

“Shh.” She dropped to her knees and sucked him into her mouth.

She assaulted him, and Matt knew there was no longer any way he could stop her getting her way – she had such a wonderfully soft and inviting mouth. He held her head and fucked her face.

She pulled away from him, looked up, smiled and shook her head. “Oh, no. This isn’t all about you, you know.”

She stood up and leaned back against the door. She looked at Matt, then downwards. He followed her gaze. She gripped the hem of her skirt and pulled it up slowly to reveal the lacy tops of her black stockings. Higher still, until he could see her knickers – black, sheer and tiny.

She hoisted the skirt over her hips and let it rest there, then slipped her knickers off and left them on the floor.

She looked him directly in the eye. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

It was brutal – they fucked like beasts in heat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He leaned on her against the door and thrust into her with every ounce of strength he could muster.

It was over before either of them had gotten going.

They were both unsteady on their feet afterwards. Matt pulled up his underpants and trousers. Kelly leaned against the wall looking flushed.

“We should wait a few minutes before we go back,” he said.

“Why?”

“You look, er, freshly fucked.”

“That’s because I am.”

“Someone might notice. Roy might notice.”

“I doubt if Roy would notice if we dropped to the floor and did it in front of him.”

“If the partners find out about us, Kelly, I could get into a lot of trouble.”

“Most of the partners are a bunch of old men, who probably can’t remember what a freshly fucked woman looks like. Out of the way, Matthew, I need to go now.”

Matt stepped to the side and Kelly, her skirt still bunched around her waist, sat on the toilet seat with her legs apart. “Wanna watch?”

Matt tried hard not to stare, but he couldn’t help it. He looked at the matted hair between her legs.

“Oh, look. I’m leaking.”

A sliver of his semen hung from her gaping pussy. It stretched until it broke in two and fell into the pan. A stream of hot urine followed it.

When she had finished, Kelly wiped herself, picked up her knickers from the floor and slipped them on. “Wouldn’t want anything dribbling down my leg, would I?”

“Reunion” available as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription, or you can purchase it for just $1.99/£1.29.

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Gentlemen Author, Bean Counter, Born & Bred Wulfrun, Husband, Dad. But not in that order. Marc Nobbs has been writing erotic romance and erotica since 2005. He has written 8 novels, 3 novellas and 16 short stories all set within the “Westmouthshire Universe.”

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