Did she get the business?

She strode into the office a good 10 minutes late, listing excuses about parking and non working lifts, I wasn’t impressed.

We were quiet as I helped her off with her coat, we looked awkwardly at one another as I turned to usher her to a seat. “I can’t offer you coffee, as that’s running late also” I said sarcastically.

Why!?! I immediately thought as I had my first opportunity to admire this woman. Early to mid 30’s, golden blonde hair professionally tucked up, a ready smile and, tucked behind a pair of trendy black rimmed glasses, a certain sparkle in her eye . . . . she wore a grey 2 piece suite nicely hugging what I guessed to be a size 8 figure. She is, in a word, beautiful. I allowed my eyes to run down her body, I came to rest upon her red stockinged legs leading into a serious set of red heels – mmmm a lovely balance between corporate and lifestyle.

Then, for the first time this particular morning, I came back to my senses. How long had I been drinking in her beauty? How awkward am I making her feel? This is not “Good First Impression” stuff! . .. . . . . .”Come on man be professional” I almost said out loud.

We sat in the 2 guests chairs away from the desk, I tried light small talk as I awaited the arrival of our coffee. “We have moved recently” I started. “So it’s your first visit to a new area” I helped her excuse. We sat in my corner, of two hall ways, office with glass on 2 walls and a 4ft band of opaqueness about ½ way up. She just stared at me. “I’m getting nowhere” I thought.

She sits forward and says “Lets get started shall we?”. Up to the white board she begins her pitch. I listen, I watch, I find myself becoming more enchanted as she speaks and moves about the room giving her presentation. When she comes to sit with me again I notice her grey skirt has come apart revealing the top of red garter belts holding up her red stockings.

I am sure she is aware that I can now see all the way up her thigh, “She’s trying it on” I think to myself . . . . mmmmm . . . .. . “How far will she go to win this deal?”. I launch into some asinine question about her offerings and I reach out and lay my hand on her leg. No sudden stiffening, no awkwardness . . . . . she looks at my hand and moves her leg ever so slightly then launches into her stock answer, finishing up with her making her way to my desk to show me some charts. As she’s flicking through them I come up diagonally behind her and gently touch her hip and shoulder with mine.

A reaction at last! She breathes in quickly and leans back into me, I wrap my arm around her and reach up under her jacket to gently cup her breast. She steps slightly and rubs her beautiful arse against my now growing hard on. I take her arms and place them on the desk to bend her forward, I snake my hands from those red stilettos all the way up her thighs raising her skirt to reveal a gorgeous round bum and a frilly red G string disappearing between her cheeks. My hand delves around her thigh and my fingers work their way past this flimsy material, her pussy yields at my touch revealing a wetness that begins to trickle down her inner thigh. I begin unzipping my now fully eager cock as I gently explore her pussy, gently flicking on her G spot she quivers through her whole body. “Enough” I think, as step behind her and guide my raging hard on toward her pussy. She pushed back toward me, her pussy seeking it’s desire, she was obviously as horny as I. . . . . . . .So warm, so tight . . . . . .I stand there for a while allowing my cock to become accustomed to this gorgeous piece of arse.

I start slowly, almost gently, pushing a little deeper with every stroke. My cock is stroking her cervix sending electric tingles up my cock into my body. I hold her hips and like a rutting dog I begin building my assault on her now pouring pussy. Building and building I work my cock into her, she pushes against the table to have her pussy taking more and more of me. The tension within me is rising, I can’t continue at this pace without blowing my load . . . . I can’t do that . . .I want to enjoy this woman.

I pull out of her and spin her around to sit on the edge of the desk, by positioning one of the chairs she is able to lift her leg high and wide to expose her pussy to my eager tongue. I devour her, I lick and clean her entire pussy and inner thighs – I love squirters and I think this woman has potential – I lap at her lips as she plays with her clit, her breathing is building and she’s had to lean back further on the desk for support as she is continually quivering. I engulf her pussy with my mouth and assault her clit with my tongue. She starts to jump about, I’m having trouble working her clit, she leans her head back growls through clenched teeth in an effort to be quiet “I’m coming”. Her pussy convulses before me and begins to leak her cum, I lap it up, I love it. She reaches down and pulls me to her, kissing and licking her juice from my face, she quietly demands “Now lay me back and fuck me”.

I glance around to see legs walking past my office through the glass. She pushes the paraphernalia across the desk and I gently lay her back on the desk, I put one leg up on my shoulder and I push my cock into her exposed pussy. She positions her other leg and I begin working her pussy again, working a gentle rhythm as her body gently moves in time with each of my thrusts. She’s looking up at me, her glasses are gone she holds my gaze as I so intimately caress her pussy, she looked beautiful and corporate before, she now looks like sex on a stick. As I continue to work my cock into her pussy I become aware that her pussy is squelching with each stroke.

Suddenly she stiffens and pushes against me. There has been a knock at the door, our coffee is ready. My head dizzily swims back into consciousness, I call out “Wait and I’ll get the door”. My guest sits up and simply pulls her skirt down, I fumble with my fly trying to conceal a hard and wet cock as I make my way to the door. Finally zipping and opening the door our office girl comes straight in with a tray of coffee, biscuits et al and lays them on the clear part of the desk where, no more than seconds ago, we had been fucking. We both thank her as she leaves the office closing the door behind her. Did she know what had happened? Have we been noisy? How obvious were we? Anyone could walk past the glass and step on to tip toes to look over the opaque glass and see everything in my office. . . . . . . We didn’t care.

My corporate vixen walks over to me and tenderly kisses me our lips brush gently, we allow our tongues to dance across each other. She brings me toward an office chair with wheels and sits me down. Kneeling before me unzips my fly and works my underwear down to get at my cock. She giggles “mmmmm looks like we need to get your attention back, the coffee girls must have scared you” and immediately takes my half hard cock between her tongue and soft lips teasing my head and then plunging down my shaft making me harder and harder. She feels me growing in her mouth and cooes approvingly. She stands before me and pulls back her skirt revealing her knickers which had been roughly pulled to one side. “Remove them” she orders in a low tone. I reach for her knickers with one hand and her pussy with my other. This results in my hand being slapped. Obediently I lower her red G down those luscious stockinged legs and over those stilettos she steps out of them and I hand them to her.

She steps over me, grabs my cock and guides it into her. She sits down upon me gently wiggling until she is happy that it has found its place within her. We hold each other, arms wrapped around, I can feel the warmth of her pussy. We sit for, what feels like, ages until gently she begins to work her pussy. I can feel her clench and release, she lifts herself slightly and massages my cock head. I realize about now that I am now her fuck toy, she is fucking me the way she wants . . . .I’m starting to like this woman .

Building she begins sliding up and down my length, grinding her mound into me on her down strokes, her eyes closed, her head back and she breathes deeply. Finally, as she increased her rhythm, she’s riding me like a bronco, the chair’s rolling around the office, I’m holding her she so won’t fall off. Then, I felt her trembling begin. Her pussy seemed to vibrate and then convulse as her body jerked in spasms. She came, her arms wrapped around me, her pussy around my cock her juice running down my cock, my balls, my legs, my suit . . . . . . every where.

This woman is fantastic, she lay her head over my shoulder and I could hear deep breaths as her mind & body ambled back toward reality. This beautiful creature, sitting astride my cock, post orgasmic gasping for her breath . . . . . . More feet walking past our office, a barely audible conversation somewhere just outside the door.

I grab each of her arse cheeks and raise her slightly so just the head of my cock is inside her and gently slide her up and down. Wiggling myself into position, I want to feel my cock head rubbing against the hard nubs of her G spot. My bursting cock finds its mark as I move her rag doll body up and down my cock, she feels the sensation slowly building within her and moans approvingly. I continue to work her spot, she responds sitting up to grab my shoulders. Holding each others gaze I can see her mind is focused on this new continual sensation against her most intimate of spots. My cock rubs against her with fervor, the look on her face changes from ecstacy to shock to confusion as she realizes a new sensation stirring in her loins. She’s nervous, she’s ecstatic she almost out of control as she stands bolt upright, legs astride me and lets out a stream of her cum. A low growl emanates from her as she showers my cock, pants and shirt in her gorgeous cum. I can’t take this anymore, I stand with her impaled upon and push her against the wall and with only a few grunts I fill her sopping pussy. I stand with her pushed against the wall, legs wrapped around me, just holding each other, allowing our selves to settle before sitting back into our chair.

I don’t know how long we sat there intertwined before we heard a gentle knock at the door. “Do you want me to collect the coffee cups now?”