Ayanna Johnson was a strikingly beautiful 22-year-old black woman, standing at 5’7″ tall. Her smooth, radiant skin has a deep, rich tone that catches the light, highlighting her natural beauty. Her face was beautifully symmetrical, with high cheekbones, a small straight nose, and full, soft lips. Framing her face are soft, natural curls of luxurious black hair down to her shoulders.
Her eyes were large and expressive, often sparkling with a hint of curiosity and warmth. She had a bright, inviting smile that lit up her entire face, making those around her feel instantly welcome and at ease. Ayanna had many friends and enjoyed good company whenever she could although she was also very comfortable on her own.
Her body was beautifully proportioned and quite athletic having done a lot of track work in college and still enjoyed regular gym workouts. She had a slender waist that accentuated her gently curved hips as well as her nice firm full 34C breasts. Her round, shapely buttocks always got her a lot of attention and she knew men liked her ass. Her athletic build was evident in her toned arms and legs, and she moved with a fluid elegance.
In her professional life, she was equally impressive. As a young professional, she had already made significant strides at the very start of her career as an accountant, demonstrating a blend of intelligence and determination. Her dedication to her success in athletics at college had shaped her approach to her work, setting high standards for herself. Her colleagues respected her for her competence and her warm, approachable nature, making her a valued member of their team.
Eight in the morning and Ayanna was on the Docklands Light Railway making her regular commute from Greenwich where she lives in a small studio flat with her gorgeous boyfriend. As she sat on the very crowded train, she was lucky to have gotten a seat, her mind went back to her last night’s enjoyable evening with her boyfriend, Alexander.
Alexander, 2 years older than her, and like her had a really good job in the city, except that he worked in the actual City of London right in the centre. He had a very good job in a top investment bank and already had a good salary, but the two were saving for their deposit to buy their first property.
Alexander, a tall young man at 6’1 inch and of slim build. He wasn’t very muscular as he wasn’t that much into working out but went running 3-4 times a week to keep fit. In the year and a half, they had been together he had put on a little bit of a paunch that Ayanna teased him about, but she didn’t mind as she thought he was a beautiful young man who she believed she truly loved. His light brown hair, neatly styled, complements sharp, well-defined features. His pale skin complimented with his focused blue eyes. For work he wears very sharp tailored suits and then at home usually corduroys and a sweater.
They had enjoyed a cozy night in watching crappy movies and sharing a bottle of wine. Of course, as she had hoped it had turned to sex. As they had cuddled under a blanket on the sofa, she had felt his erection pressing against her thigh and she had slowly slid down him, undoing his trousers taking his dick out and wrapping her lips around the head. Ayanna did enjoy giving head, she loved the way her boyfriend’s dick would grow, swell and twitch in her mouth. She enjoyed finding different ways to tease him with her tongue and her lips, alternating between those spots that would get him to moan and then going to the less sensitive parts of his dick or balls to slow the progress and ensuring she hadn’t taken him too far. She liked the control.
Alexander had lifted up her sweater and started to play with Ayanna’s beautiful firm 34C full breasts which he loved, with their big nipples that got hard and erect when he played with them and soon had his mouth on one of them, licking and sucking at the firm bud.
He then reached down unbuckled Ayanna’s jeans and pushed them, with her little panties, down her legs and slid his hand between her thighs and along her tight wet pussy. When they had first talked about their previous relationships a year and half ago, he had been shocked to find out that she had only one ex and he’d been her only other lover. He slid one and then two fingers into her tight but very wet little pussy and after finger fucking her for a couple of minutes, he pushed her jeans and panties down past her knees, lifted her legs up turning her body slightly away from him so he could push his slender 5. 5-inches into her wonderful slick wet little pussy. He didn’t need to wear a condom as Ayanna had gone on the pill 3 months after they started going out. Once she was sure this was the man for her, she wanted to be able to have regular comfortable sex, where he could ‘take her’ whenever he wanted and hadn’t wanted anything to get in the way.
They fucked in this position for about 10 minutes and Ayanna could feel the waves of her first orgasm building, she moaned loudly as she got close. The same for Alexander he loved everything about this incredibly beautiful young woman, and although he was a very good-looking young man, he felt he had scored above his own league. He could feel his balls tightening up and then just as he started to shoot spurts of spunk into Ayanna, he felt the pulsing of her pussy around his cock as she reached her own orgasm.
They lay there afterwards in their post orgasmic bliss, he with his softening cock still in her sopping little pussy. He liked that especially, afterwards allowing his dick to slowly softening still inside her.
Her mind came back to present as the train got closer to her destination and they stopped at yet another station with more people crowding on, and she reflected about sex with Alexander as she tended to more and more these days. She loved the sex they had, and nine times out of ten she always orgasmed during sex, but sometimes, and this she thought more and more often, she would like more. They only ever did it once. Well in the first six months of their relationship they had done it twice in one evening on at least three occasions and one night when they were in Madrid on a long weekend away, he’d fucked her six times that weekend, it still went down in their relationship as a legend sex weekend, but nothing like that since. She knew she wanted more but couldn’t bring herself to tell Alexander, she knew most men’s egos were very fragile about their sexual prowess and she felt they had a good sex life as they had sex at least three times a week. Some of her friends had told her they only did it once a week and she had two friends that said they did it just once a month. OMG! She would kill herself.
Her stop!
Ayanna felt very privileged, nine months ago she gained a position with a top firm in Canary Wharf, an extension of the City of London, and she worked in a very smart modern office tower, its sleek glass exterior reflected the lively financial district, combining steel and glass for a stylish and energy-efficient look. Inside the building it was open office spaces, bright with natural light from floor-to-ceiling windows, giving stunning views of the Thames and city. She could stand for hours looking out at that view, she was so lucky.
Arriving for work in the morning Ayanna loves walking through the impressive lobby with its high ceilings, modern art, and interactive digital displays. It always sets her mood for the day, making her proud to work where she did and ready for another day of feeling successful.
Ayanna was always early for work and liked to ensure her bosses knew she was dedicated to her job. The lift took her very quickly to the 33rd floor where the partnership had their main offices, they also had some offices on the floor above, but these were the partners office suites. The first thing Ayanna did was stand for a few minutes and gaze out at the amazing views.
Then she got her first cup of coffee and sat down and went through her battle plan for the day to ensure she got maximum work done. During the day she would give herself very few little breaks, go to the windows, enjoy the view, get another coffee and back to work. At lunchtime, if weather allowed, she would go and grab a sandwich, or salad, or some sushi and sit at the many benches in the surrounding area of the office building with views over the Thames or in one of the many green spaces that Canary Wharf offered. Never more than 40 minutes, so she was always back to work within the hour.
An hour before the end of Ayanna’s working day she received a message on her laptop from Arabella Sinclair, the personal assistant to Marcus Whitfield, one of the two main partners of the firm, asking her to attend a meeting upstairs with the two main partners in half an hour. This was very surprising and unusual. This never happened and made Ayanna very concerned. She texted her boyfriend, she may be late home, not knowing how long the meeting might take, and also about her concerns. Ayanna was very hardworking and diligent and just couldn’t think of any reason why the partners would want a meeting with her. Alexander message back reassurance. The other reason why she was worried, any important meetings with senior staff or managers were usually schedule at least a week in advance. Ayanna couldn’t concentrate for the next half hour.
The two men who started this firm were Ethan Carrington and Marcus Whitfield, two men in their early forties who were highly successful bachelors. Known for their expertise and dedication, they had built this firm into one of the most respected in the city and across Europe even with an office in Washington, USA. It was now a multi-billion-pound organisation, as they had subsequently bought up several other large firms, both here in the UK and across the Atlantic.