Raymond's perspective

Ray smiled as he held the wheel and navigated through downtown traffic. There were no two ways about it. He’d hit the jackpot.

He still remembered when she first stepped into his office. Shy and unsure, yes, but her clothes told more. Dressed formally, but everything was just a touch too suggestive. The skirt a touch too short and tight, the business jacket a touch too open showing off her chest, her heels a touch too high, lips and nails a touch too red... Let's face it, she was hot and not trying to hide it. With looks like that she could probably pull a lot of men and Ray wasted no time in putting himself at the front of that line. He knew he had a lot of things in his favour: manly, strong, confident and with a high ranking position in a successful company only destined for greater things. Women don't always have the best taste in men, but if she did turn him down, it wasn't going to be through lack of effort on his part.

He saw no reason to hold back, making his intentions crystal clear from the outset, making sure she was his secretary, and of course asking her out for drinks. She put on a shy demeanour, sometimes ****. He knew women could play hard to get but this woman clearly wasn't good at playing it. She'd put up a bit of resistance at first and then ploughed ahead full steam. Buying the outfit for the date only moments after he'd prosed it was a sign nobody could ignore. And man it was worth it: that wonderful silver number, stripper heels (which he'd always had a weakness for) and big done up hair and makeup, like she was ready to star in some sultry 90s music video. She was everything he wanted and she knew it. It was to be the start of an unforgettable night... until she sprained her ankle.

Ray cursed the heavens, but tried to put on a brave face. They had been moving quickly after all so a drawback or two was inevitable. The date was off but Jane clearly wanted to keep Ray interested (not that he needed the encouragement). She invited him up to her bedroom where he saw her in that sultry red nightgown and wavy hair, laid out like a pin up despite the cold compress on her ankle. He wanted to ravage her then and there, but she asked him to go. Whet his appetite and leave him wanting more. She knew exactly what she was doing and damn it if she wasn’t succeeding.

Seeing her in two seductive outfits had gotten into his mind and left him agitated and pent up all day at work. The anticipation built up to the rescheduled date that evening, and dear gosh did it more than make up for it.

From the moment he saw her standing there, lips almost as shiny as her dress, in an outfit that clearly and unambiguously said "Fuck me and fuck me hard," he was ensnared. He went along with Jane's sudden decision to go elsewhere. She’d clearly prepared champagne and music but Ray took it as a test of his initiative to REALLY please her and took her to a fancy hotel.

The mood was electric. Things were moving fast even for Ray. They had drinks. He showed his interest, she responded. Only Jane's ankle seemed to slow things down so he literally took her in his arms.

And then there was the elevator.

Oh man that elevator.

It had taken a second for Ray to realise what Jane was doing by stopping the elevator, but once it clicked it was like the floodgates opened, both suddenly giving release to their **** yearnings. Jane moaned like an animal in heat, Ray panted. Her hands were all over him, he was all over her. She wrapped her legs around him, he pushed her against the elevator wall. He thought he could be kinky at times but damn, but this adventurous and exciting appetite was a wondrous thing to find in a girl. She wasn't just a pretty face she wanted to dive headfirst and he instantly knew this was the sort of experience he wanted to keep having with her.

He would always remember what happened in that elevator. Especially after securing a copy of the elevator security footage. Totally worth all the money he paid the hotel for that along with the cleaning and inconvenience.

Sadly, another drawback was right around the corner, because after getting cleaned up the first thing she’d wanted to do was leave. This surprised him at first, why did she want to leave? Was the session with him just a bit too intense? Well, that was slightly the case, but on talking with it more it seemed her real reason seemed far more silly. She believed was she was inadequate in satisfying him.

He could understand where she was coming from, however crazy her view was. With the electricity and anticipation that had built up the last few days, she had probably imagined they would be having sex for several hours straight in an array of wild fantasies. To be fair, he’d helped build them up with his flirting and innuendo. However, when one session had clearly exhausted her she felt inadequate as a partner and wanted to leave in shame.

Well, he made sure to push those silly feelings aside. On a regular first date, even just one wild fantasy is more than you can possibly hope to expect. For him he was very much satisfied and spending the rest of evening with her was downright pleasant.

The fact she believed that she had to repeat such a fantasy so quickly spoke volumes to her appetite and desire, but he made sure to assure her that she could go at her own pace. He didn't add that with a sexual appetite like hers, the next time would be soon.

It turned out to be sooner than he expected. Oh, what a thing to wake up to!

Being woken by a beautiful woman giving you a handjob was every man's dream. So selfless of her too. He offered to return the favour but she clearly wanted to to be her gift to him. He was surprisingly touched by this gift and appreciated her more than ever. He spent the next few moments being close to her. Forgetting about being in time for work or even trying to make a witty remark. Just being close to her, holding her in an embrace, feeling her body move with every breath. He wanted to hold onto that moment forever.

She drifted off again. He held the moment a bit longer, and then realised it was time for reality to return, work commitments were pressing. He gave her a squeeze, left the bed, and went for a shower.

He'd just finished getting ready when Jane had come out of her own bathroom. Certainly not as immaculate as last night but somehow more beautiful than ever. He went right over to her and made sure she knew that.

They almost restarted last night all over again, but thankfully she was able to scrounge up a bit of restraint and Raymond grabbed at it. As tempting as it was to spend the morning together past check out time, she'd been distracting him from work all week and if he didn't show up at this meeting it would be broadcasting to all that he couldn't keep his personal life and work life separate. That was already hard for him to defend wince his secretary was his girlfriend, but he also wanted to prove to himself that he wouldn't let her distract him and that he could have a solid relationship and solid career at the same time without them interfering with eachother.

But she was just so good at distracting him. He was mentally going through various points he'd have to make when she suddenly started complaining about how she was dressed. This from the girl who goes through multiple outfit changes a day. He said as much, probably a bit too bluntly but thankfully that seemed to satisfy her.

"Hello Jane, were you successful in your goal of sleeping with Raymond Teller?"

His eyes bulged when he heard that. Putting sexual goals in an organiser showed that Jane too had issues separating personal and business. The announcement hadn't been surprising since he'd figured out her sexual goals much earlier, but he couldn't help being amused by her embarrassment, though he tried to hide it.

It was crazy how she could sometimes be shy or embarrassed about sex and sex stuff but then dove in head first when she got the chance, but it was cute, sometimes endearing.

He stopped at a light before looking at Jane right there in the passenger seat. Memories of last night and the morning, anticipation of things yet to come, and appreciating how she was right now. Sitting straight up, the shiny dress still hugging her curves, looking straight out the windshield

“Everything okay?”

She snapped her head in his direction. "Um, well clothes are going to be delivered so..."

Ray read the context and the uncertainty in her tone. He'd been quiet to her since they'd left the hotel. He'd had a damn good reason for that with the meeting coming up, but she'd clearly felt insecure as a result and he needed to make sure she knew she was well looked after.

Checking the light was still red, Ray leaned over, then pressed his lips against hers. No point using words when you can show her what she means to you. He even put a hand on the back of her head to guide her.

She was nervous at first, but became more responsive. He made sure to put his energy into it, lips, tongue, everything he could to let her know that she was topmost on his mind. It was luscious, it felt like they were suspended in air.

A car horn blared behind them. Ray detached with a smile, and quickly pushed the accelerator to drive on through the now green light.

Ray wasn’t able to see her reaction, but heard her breath deeply in response.

There, thought Ray, that should have given her something to think about.

A beautiful needy hot woman as his girlfriend who desperately wanted to please him. A fantasy for most people, yet Ray was finding out with Jane how amazing it was when fantasy became real. For all his confidence, Ray still had to appreciate how lucky he was.

It wasn’t over yet though, not by a long shot. Every fantasy still has to be worked for. Already he could tell that she was fickle and nervous. Something could still get between them. He'd have to stay on his toes.

Ray grinned.

But what great romance isn’t without challenge, even danger? Ray didn't get to where he was now by quitting when the going got tough. Whatever happened, he was up for the challenge.

He only had to look to the side to remind himself what was worth holding onto!