2time story ----------- He wasn't born yesterday. No, he smiled to himself. He was born 40 years ago and if he was less interested in young women, it wasn't because he was past it, but because he now knew what he wanted out of life and was pursuing it with the benefit of experience, and so he wondered why a 25yr old woman, called Joni,was pursuing him. As he drove to the local hotel bar, he was alive to the possibilities of this meeting. Joni was gorgeous and hungry, but he realised that it was not for his body and he doubted whether it was a hunger for his mind. She had put a lot of pressure on him for a meeting and he had finally relented, knowing that good press coverage might help him start his political career, but experience had taught him a lot and he suspected that she was a reporter who wanted to do the dirty on him, so he was prepared and ready. Sure enough, when Joni walked into the bar, she was dressed to fill, fill that is, a tight blouse and short skirt, showing off her body while still looking classy. But, he got the message. He was there to be manipulated. "Hi, Peter, I'm grateful that you could find the time for this meeting", she spoke quietly and confidently. She accepted a white wine and started her patter, about doing an article about his business and his entering politics, but when she squeezed his knee and leaned towards him, giving him an eyeful of an enticing cleavage, he knew he was being set up. So he went along with the game and, when, after an intimate dinner, she suggested going up to her room to continue the conversation, he laughed to himself and went coy, knowing that it was a foregone conclusion. It was because he knew what she was trying to do that Peter enjoyed himself so much. He maintained his distance between them, so that every time she moved to sit next to him, he moved away until it became almost farcical, with her chasing him round the room in a subtle dance of quiet movement.But, Peter knew it had to end when he was ready and Joni was able to catch him on the bed. She was a witch, a sex demon, as she wriggled against him and urged him to talk, while lightly caressing his clothed body. But, he knew what she was and he knew what she wanted, so he gave her the low-down on his business dealings and political contacts as teasingly as she worked on him. Peter was fascinated by her smooth manner and confidence, but he was determined not to make the first moves, making Joni more and more frustrated with her lack of progress that she decided to force the pace and began to undo his shirt, while kissing him. His lack of response was maddening to Joni and, determined to make progress, she unzipped his trousers and fished her hand into his pants to massage his cock and try to get a response.The automatic hardening of his tool was not accompanied by any other reaction and she decided to go all the way and kissing his body she went lightly down to his belly and then, tantalisingly, down to kiss his manhood, to lick his now rampant cock. At last, he responded, but not in the way she expected. "OK, if you want more" he said as he pulled away, "Get your kit off . I want to see you strip for me and you'd better make it good." Joni knew she had no choice if she wanted to get the exclusive story that would be the springboard to a national paper, fame and a glittering career as a star reporter. This was what she had always wanted and she was so determined that she was going to go through with it that she actually enjoyed the idea of doing a sensational strip, so she took her time and showed off her body in her clothes, allowing Peter to enjoy the view of her gorgeous cleavage and pert arse while slowly taking off her blouse and then her skirt. When she unrolled her stockings, Peter began to sit up in appreciation and he realised he had never understood how sexy a woman could be when she was still clothed. Joni was enjoying herself, teasing him and when she was down to her bra and pants, she started to speak and asked him what he wanted. Despite his control up until then, Peter was forced to admit that he wanted her, wanted to see her tits, and when she undid the bra and then kept her hands in place, keeping the fine material covering her nipples protected from his gaze she knew she had him. "Joni, let them go", he pleaded. "Why?" she teased. Because you have the most prefect tits I have ever seen. No, you have the most perfect tits I have ever wanted to see." he begged. So she dropped her hands and then raised them up to fondle and lift her breasts and knead them and when she began to press her nipples beteween her fingers, she realised that she, too, was losing control as she found herself juicing up. But,she still had enough sense to realise that she now had Peter where she wanted him, so she moved closer to him and opened her legs. "What do you want,Peter?" she purred and then she skipped away as he went to grab her. "I want you, Joni." he sighed. "Ok, come and get it," she said, as she turned around and slipped her pants down. wiggling her bum at him and looking over her shoulder. Peter stood up and moved with surprising ease as he grabbed her round the waist and pulled her round and back onto the bed. "I think you are the most beautiful woman I know" he said as leaned to kiss her. Now confident that she was caught within his web, not hers, he began to respond and touch her lightly and yet accurately in her erogenous zones. A kiss on her neck, a squeeze of her thighs, brought an appropriate response of low murmurings and when he nibbled her shoulder, he knew she was ripe for the taking. Peter was a skilful lover and he took his time roaming her body with his hands and lips, causing her to become more aroused and desperate for release. In fact, she was now becoming ravenous, hungry for his body and she stripped him with ease, responding to his touch, while becoming hotter and hotter. She was now like warm putty in his hands and, to confirm it, he took his time fondling her belly, her thighs and then, tantalisingly, he moved his hand up until he reached her mound, of curly hairs above her opening legs, teasing her until she thrust out her legs widely to allow him access to her temple of love, her warm, wet, cunt. She knew she had lost it some time ago, but she still clung to the belief that it would be OK, but who cared, she felt, as he began to concentrate on the sensitive skin near her pussy and when he brushed his fingers past her labia, her lips pursed in an agony of wanting. "What do you want to do now,Joni?" he asked as she began to breathe raggedly, lewdly raising her cunt to his his exploring fingers. As he began to corkscrew his hand into her, she began to moan, "Fuck me. Oh,God, please just fuck me." That was what he wanted to hear and when he moved round to open her legs, he pushed them as far apart as they would go and teased her with his cock, rubbing her labia and probing her cunt until she became frantic. "Fuck me NOW!" she screamed, Peter obliged by plunging into her depths in one swoop, knocking the breath out of her and making her shudder with desire. "Oooooh, yes" she cried. "What do you want, Joni?" Peter asked as he pulled out and teased her clit. "Oh,for crisake, fuck me. Fuck me hard and long" So Peter did. Luckily, he had not been very sexually active in the last week and he was able to get into his stride comfortably. He was determined to enjoy the situation to its full, so he rolled Joni on top to allow her to bounce up and down on him while he chewed her tits and then throw her back onto the bed and pull himself up to fuck her mouth for a while. What followed was a beginners' guide to the Kama Sutra, as he put her through her paces, changing positions until she was begging for release, which Peter supplied by fucking her doggy style from behind until she came in a mind-blowing orgasm. Now that Peter was finally in control, he went at her like there was no tomorrow, The sweat poured off him as he plugged her cunt and plunging into her with greater ferocity until finally he felt his sperm bubbling up like a volcano. Quickly, he whipped his cock out of her, turned her round and started to wank himself above her face. "Suck it, Joni" he commanded and she grabbed his prick and forced it into her mouth and wanked him until he came and came and came into her mouth, all over her face and neck until he subsided, still allowing her to lick and suck his deflating cock. Joni subsided back onto the bed and, as she recovered herself, she realised that she had got what she wanted - a story that could be an investment in her future. She remembered to switch off the DAT recorder in her bag as she got dressed, knowing that her friend Dawn would be able to edit it to the best effect. To her surprise, she found that she was embarassed when she got ready to go, thanking Peter for a memorable interview. "Don't forget to check it out with me before you print it." he smiled and, as he looked straight into her eyes, she had the first inkling of doubt as to what she had done. But, being a confident young woman in her early 20s, with few thoughts other than for herself she soon brightened up and, as she left the hotel, she laughed at her boldness.