Copyright © jonniphillips2008. All rights reserved.
Stephanie McQueen didn’t stand a chance
Beaming with confidence, Stephanie McQueen was more than pleased
about being named the first female CEO of a bighorn ski resort. Not only did
she believe her achievement means much to the advancement of women, but she
also expects to improve the quality of skiing in
A handsome, jovial woman, the 46-year-old mother of one became the
director of a famous resort early last year, after working as an administrator
there since 1975.
Looking at her office, the changes are more than evident. Freshly
painted and bright with lovely paintings and drawings on the walls, the once
dark and dank office has undergone a metamorphosis. There's a positive ambiance
everywhere in the village, from the fresh coat of paint to the smiles on the
workers' faces. "I have initiated lots of new things here," she says
with a slightly triumphant smile. "But if you mean this office and the new
paint, well, don't forget that I am a woman and I like my surroundings to be
beautiful."
The sprawling neoclassical buildings have long stood for the best in
fine dining but seldom have been listed above average as a skiing lodge.
I had not met Stephanie before this trip. Figuring that I'd get to
get to my suite and actually write my speech, I picked out a cigar that I had
not tried before, a vintage 68, a four-inch short smoke also known as the
"Bombones." I started talking with Stephanie
and, when she was called away by customers, I joined the small group of regulars
in the bar's back room where I ended up spending two hours.
I hadn’t eaten for more than eight hours and was becoming
light headed. (please no blonde remarks) . Luckily I
left the lounge with a number of recommendations for where to go to dinner not
only within walking distance of the lodge, but even within the complex. I
figured I'd get out of the lodge and check out the Polo Field House. I called
first just to confirm that I could indeed be seated without delay. The guy who
answered the phone said that, indeed, I could.
This was not my usual perch for a happy hour. The place is both a
restaurant and, in a separate room, a piano bar. There, you'll hear a chanteuse
more than capably handling standards and an occasional Norah Jones song and
even Jobim in the original Portuguese. The pianist
was very good. The martini list was huge, the ashtrays too small.
Still, the place is a relaxed lounge in which to sit and catch up
with some of the best beef producers in the world. I blast through happy hour
and decide not to have steak for dinner. Still starving, I make my way across
the street to a very worthy Italian restaurant and persuaded the bartender to
put on the Duke-North Carolina basketball game. I had a too-large plate of fettuccine
Bolognese, still somewhat in the beef family, and a glass of Aglianico, a very generous pour.
After dinner, it's still too early to go back to my room, so I took
a walk around the casino. There were a lot of military guys. There are also a
lot of guys who look as if they're just killing time until they get up the next
morning to go hunt some of those bighorn sheep, but I discovered that the
season ended at least a couple of months earlier. Maybe they are going
after David Spade.
About 9 o’clock my cell phone vibrated. It was Stephanie;
she invited me to little party at her penthouse
suite. She just can’t take
her eyes off of me. After spending a few hours entertaining the other guests,
we slipped off into the background for a little private relaxation.
I snuggled up to near a
warm fireplace while she set up chess on the coffee table and we started to play. Stephanie inquired what I’d like to drink with the Tesoro
cigar she offered me. Years ago, my wife decided that we should try Krug. We found a
bottle of Krug Rosé in Europe and carried it back to
Now while chess may not sound like a very erotic game to some people,
they’d never seen me play. I smiled as I captured one of her pawns.
Removing it from the board, I brought it up to my lips, kissing the top of it,
then running it in a slow circle over my lips. Starting at the center of my
bottom lip, I look into her eyes as I slid it to the right, then when I reached
the corner I ran it up over my top lip sliding left. I saw her eyes glaze over
a bit as I finished making the circle, then once again I kissed the top before
I placed it in the little drawer on the side for holding loose pieces.
I watched her looking around, seeing if anybody else has seen this
little show of mine. But everybody was so busy flirting it was like we were in
our own little world. I let her make a few more moves, and then I struck again.
This time I leaned way forward as I picked up my knight and moved it
to where it could challenge her bishop. She did not even seem to notice my
move, because her eyes were locked onto the globes of my breasts, moving under
the fabric of my dress. As I straightened up again, I could feel them start to
firm up under her gaze. Just knowing she was watching me excited me all the
more.
I cleared my throat and her eyes looked up into mine again. “Your move.” I softly say, and her attention
moved back to the board. I smiled inside as she moved her pawn, having totally
missed my last move. I paused for a moment, seeming to take my time, and even
pretended like I was going to move a rook. Then I grabbed my knight and took
her bishop.
Stephanie groaned slightly and shook her
head. “Another one for you Jonni” she
said, and started to ease her queen forward.
As I thought about what to move next my fingers played along the
edge of the open scoop neckline of my simple black dress I found her eyes
lingering on me as I did so. As I brushed my arm against my breasts she softly
moaned as she noticed my nipples respond and starting to poke out. I let my
fingertips trail down and over the swell of my breast as if I was not paying
attention as I examined the board. I could sense Stephanie’s eyes locked on me as I reached forward and moved my knight back,
away from her queen.
Stephanie was definitely looking
flustered as she returned her gaze to the chessboard. I gave one of my
mischievous grins as I slid my feet out of the heels I was wearing, and slid my
right foot up the back of her calf. Her pants leg was so silky and smooth and
yet firm against the top of my foot, as I slowly slid it up.
Her concentration was definitely going now, and I could sense in her
how much she did NOT want to be playing chess. I let my gaze wander over her
body.
Stephanie looked truly striking in her
Italian suit. I was positive that I was getting to her now, as it was obvious
by Stephanie’s
labored breathing that she had taken notice of my little show.
I took a quick glance around the room as she captured one of my
pawns. I watched her continue to hold it, twirling it in slow circle between
her thumb and index finger. I was sure that if we were alone and my room, those
same fingers would be making the same motion against my nipples.
My previous glanced revealed that nobody else was around us, and I
took advantage of this. I arched my back a bit as I leaned backward this time,
and felt my skirt ride up and my sex “pop” out. I somehow pretended
that this had not happened, and glanced into her eyes, seeing them lock onto my
glistening shaft. Defying gravity it sprung upward obvious in it turgid state.
I moved my pawn, and straightened back up.
“Ooops” I said, and reached down to return it beneath the
hem of my dress. But instead of just a quick pull at the fabric, I made it
another little show for her. I cupped my shaft in one hand as I pulled the
fabric over it with the other. Then once it was covered again, I pulled the
fabric tight against my crotch, making my penis all the more evident.
Stephanie laughed it off, and tried to
return her mind to the game, since it is her turn. But my foot had started to
move again, making it hard for her to concentrate. I watched her lean back in
the chair, eyes closed as my foot slid up and down her calf. I moved it down to
play with her ankles, and her eyes opened again and took a quick look around.
“Sorry Jonni, I was thinking of what my next
move will be.” I nodded at her words, and watched as she made an
amateur’s move.
As I moved forward to capture her knight, I let my foot move between
her legs, now tracing it slowly up and down the inside of her calf, moving it
up more and more with each pass, almost to her knee. Her pants leg feels so
nice against my foot, but I finally looked up into her eyes, seeing them half
closed. “Are you going to move?” I said, bringing her attention
back to the game.
“Ooops, sorry, I was daydreaming” she replied as she
looked around the board and moved a piece, seeming almost at random. I smiled
inside, thinking that I might actually win this game on her home turf. I
decided that I DID want to win this game and pressed forward with the only
advantage I had.
Stephanie eyes widened a bit more as I
slid my foot up past her knees. Now caressing against her inner thighs as I
reached forward and moved my rook forward, trying to set up her queen. And as I
set up her queen, as my foot became trapped by her thighs. She took another
glance around the room. But nobody else seemed to be paying attention.
Normally I’m more passive, but I was enjoying this little play
of mine. I pressed my foot forward, past the widest part of her thighs, and
could now feel the heat that seemed to be emanating from the junction of her
thighs. I stopped my foot just short of its ultimate goal, and heard a soft
groan come from between her lips. I slid my foot forward and back, massaging
her thighs as I advanced a pawn, for possible use later.
I slid forward, surprising Stephanie as I felt my foot come in contact with what I prized so much. I
pressed against it with the ball of my foot, hearing her moan as she moved her
rook across the board, capturing my knight. I started to move my foot against
her, feeling how hot and damp she had become. I bit my lower lip and started to
slide my foot up and down. I could feel how wet this had made her as I smiled
to myself.
I so enjoyed teasing her. I felt her hand slid down and press
against the back of my foot, drawing it closer to her. Since her rook had now
moved away, I advanced my pawn again, counting the squares needed before I
could promote it.
It was her turn, but she no longer seemed to be paying attention to
the game. Her chin was resting on her upper chest her breathing was deeper and
slightly irregular as my foot massaged her crotch. I watched as she reached
forward, moving her remaining bishop to the outside edge of the board. I looked
and decided that I had her and that enough was enough, and that I needed to
bring her attention to other matters.
I leaned back in my chair and took another look around. Seeing
nobody else paying any attention to us, I pulled down on the neckline of my
dress, revealing my nipples to her half-opened eyes. As I did this, I slid my
foot down, pressing my big toe against the bulge of her sex.
“Oh gawd” she moaned, and I
felt her pull my foot even tighter against herself. I started to slide my toe
up and down against her clit as I gave her pleasure. Looking around, she
removed her hand from my foot. I looked as she reached down and slid her slacks
to her knees, revealing her most precious place.
I purred, knowing that this was all mine. I slid my foot forward
again, and at the same time she grabbed it and drug it forward, pressing it
against her bare skin.
So hot, almost searing my foot and she was
dripping. My toe slid gently between her lips, becoming instantly drenched with
fluids. I slid up its length pressing my toes on her clit again. I slid it up
and down, feeling the quivering of her thighs as I pressed up and down, up and
down, up and down.
Then pushing downwards, I turned my foot. Looking into her face, I
looked for any discomfort as I slid my foot down her sex, seeking what I knew I
would find at the bottom of it.
There, there it was. I pressed forward, and felt my toe sinking
inside. I pressed forward, easing my toe inside of her. The moan she gave out
told me I was doing just fine. I felt a large grin light up my face as I
started to wiggle my toe inside, so soft and wet, silky smooth. I felt her
inner walls gripping my toe as I slid it around inside of her body.
I pressed the other toes up against her clit, and felt her hand once
again giving assistance. Her other hand was squeezing her breasts, pulling the
cup of her bra down as buttons pop off her blouse, and giving me teasing
glimpses of her nipples from between her fingers.
I continued to stroke her with my foot, now able to smell her
excitement from across the board. But the game was totally forgotten as I slid
my toe up and down inside of her.
I could sense she was getting close, the thrill of possible
discovery making us both work harder for her release. I could feel my own fluid
starting to soak through my slip. She was not the only one affected by this.
I could see her muscles tighten up, her breathing growing ragged,
even her pussy telling me it was close, as I felt the contractions inside
growing stronger. Her nipples looking so hard, wishing it was my lips
encircling them instead of her own fingers.
“Go ahead, let it go,” I whispered. “I know you
want it, go ahead, cum for me.”
With a deep moan, I watched as she did just that! Oh she looked so beautiful as she had an orgasm, hips bucking almost
uncontrollably against my foot, I moaned also in delight, watching her in the
throws of bliss. I continued with my massaging, trying to drag it out as long
as I could. Her hips gave a quick twitch, then a second. A few seconds later a
third slightly stronger twitch, then her hips returned to the chair, almost
pulling my foot away from her.
I continued to caressing her with my foot, still feeling contractions
ripple up and down inside of her. Finally, her eyes opened, almost totally
glazed over, what looked to be almost a tiny tear coming from the corner of one
eye.
I pursed my lips and blew a kiss, whispering “Check, and
mate” as I moved another pawn up.
With a groan, she tipped her king over, acknowledging that it was over. But she whispered “But I think I already got the best mate of the game.
