London. Summer, 2023.
The wall clock read 4.45. Marian smiled to herself as she sat up in her plush chair. The sun had dipped in the sky and the light in her executive office became muted. Shadows played out on the walls as the dwindling rays found the gaps in the Venetian blinds over the one large window. There was not much else she liked more than the close of play at the office. It would be an hour-long ride on the train back to Ipswich, and Mr. Wintergreen had no patience to wait until she got home. She kicked her four-inch heels off and luxuriated in that sensuous feel of the thick carpet under her stocking-sheathed toes.
Sitting back in her leather upholstered chair, Marian sighed and drew the hem of her dress up, and cupped her plump mound that sat snugly in her silk undies. Her right hand wriggled inside the waistband and she used her middle finger to part the soft folds of her labia. Already, her tingling slit showed evidence of her arousal, and her fingertip became moistened. Shifting on the seat, Marian slowly dragged her panties off. She then rummaged around in the special drawer of her mahogany desk for one of her intimate toys.
Today, she retrieved her small makeup mirror with the LED light and set it on its stand. She angled it just right so that she could see the reflection of her hairless cunt. She opened her legs wider and her pink slit was perfectly aligned. Her slender fingers traced a line from her fairly flat stomach down to her mons. She skipped the obvious and instead caressed her upper thighs at the point where her silk stockings ended.
How she loved that sweet sensation of the silk sheathing her supple legs. Her soft and palpable pussy screamed for attention, and the forty-year-old vixen outlined her plump outer labia until she could stand it no longer. Her middle digit dipped into her love hole and she hissed with delight. Her eyes focused on the mirror as she watched her hand strum her shaven muff at an ever-increasing rate. The buzz of the intercom rudely brought her out of her reverie and she swore under her breath.
"What?" she said curtly as she continued to watch the reflection of her bared sex.
"Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Wintergreen. It's Mister Bates. He's here."
"He is? In the building?"
"I mean, he is here. Right outside the door."
Wintergreen felt a frisson of excitement and she cupped her mound.
"Show him right in, Miss Peabody."
Jeremy Bates. The Chairman of the Board no less. Fun! Marian stood up and pulled her dress up around her wide hips and eased her bottom against the edge of her desk. The door opened and there he was. All of six feet three, he was immaculately dressed and clean-shaven. His piercing baby blue eyes met hers and she instantly melted. As per usual. Her eyes lost focus as she remembered their previous encounters. She instantly felt that sublime tingling in her loins.
"Marian."
"Jeremy."
She smiled to herself as his gaze dropped to her bald cunny, brazenly bared for him to ogle. For an instant, they remained frozen in mutual lust. Bates inhaled through flared nostrils as he became aware of her female scent.
"Have you been a good girl, Marian?"
"No, Sir. I've been thoroughly naughty, and deserve to be chastised."
"Glad to hear it."
Bates sported a visible tent in his nearly pressed trousers, and Marian spun around and threw herself across her desk. As she sprawled on her front with the hem of her dress drawn up over her back, she proudly showed her boss her spank-inviting rump. She kept her thighs together, offering him the sensuous view of her smooth beaver dead of center. He stared directly at the backs of her offered buttocks. Well-fleshed and tempting and unmolested. So far.
"Punish me, Sir. Please?"
x
Five years before, Mrs. Wintergreen had seen Bates for the first time in the flesh. Her first thought was that he seemed to have been born to be a top executive. He looked so at home in his fine three-piece suit and Italian-made shoes. Her second thought was how she would love to be put across his knee and soundly spanked. She was firmly in the camp that saw having one's bottom smacked as essential foreplay. How she would love to watch him rub his well-manicured hands together to warm them up before ridding her of her underwear and bending her forward.
On their initial meeting, however, things were decidedly frosty. She had just been promoted after five years in the company and was eager to please. She was also married to Charles Wintergreen, a fairly well-off businessman who was ten years her senior. Their marriage was one born out of convenience, however. Both decided that being a couple looked good in those social circles they attached themselves for gain. Things were mundane in the bedroom between them, and in order to achieve some sort of sexual gratification, Marian had experimented with things more of a deviant nature. Spanking, light bondage, and frequent use of sex toys.
It had been the occasion of the annual office party, where those of a more privileged position had partied at an exclusive hotel reception in Canary Wharf, just by the Thames. The drink had flowed, and all directors and department heads were happy and relieved at the way the company had made a bundle that year. Feeling more than a little tipsy, Marian had found the ladies' room to freshen up. She jumped when a male figure joined her. As bold as brass, Jeremy Bates had locked the door and dropped his trousers. The svelte entrepreneur ran a hand through his thick brown hair and spread his hands. Marian's eyes naturally lowered to take in his groin with the trimmed back pubic area. His impressive dick had expanded to a potent-looking vertical white column.
"What's the idea, Jeremy?"
She watched the smug fellow with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, and she experienced a pang of nervous anticipation. What was he doing? His coolness suddenly infuriated the slightly inebriated woman as he approached her.
"This isn't going to work."
He gave her THAT look and her loins became decidedly heated. He had an aura of sexuality about him. It was just that he was her boss. At moments like this though, sex always brought an edge. A different kind of tension that made her tingle in an almost dangerous way.
"I've been watching you especially, my dear Marian. And I want you."
Likewise, she experienced an overwhelming desire to have him. But she played it cool.
"You're drunk. Go back to the party."
At least five years younger than her, she looked at him with a barely suppressed growl of desire. Why the fuck did he have to be so ruggedly good-looking? His face had a hungry look about it, which was accentuated by the bright lights of the bathroom. As far as she knew he had no credible or well-intended principles, he was just a draw in physical ways. In the end, it was his eyes that captured her most. Bright blue and alluring. Something about him intrigued her, and although her words were bold, her vulnerable body betrayed her. Her heart beat hard in her chest as he came face to face with the trembling female. Her head screamed at her to not give in, but her erect nipples gave the game away. Plus, the ache between her thighs refused to desist.
"You look adorable tonight."
"Then kiss me," she whispered as she caved.
He bluntly brought his mouth to hers as he gripped the nape of her neck. His touch was firm and assertive, and his lips were warm and unyielding. His crushed hers and she went on tiptoe as he embraced her. They separated and gazed into each other's eyes for a fraction of a second before he pulled her closer still and deepened the kiss. This time his tongue probed her mouth, and she willingly let it. Her mind ran riot as she surrendered to his advances. If he made her melt by just kissing, what was he like making love? Being pinned against his hard body was more than Marian could take. He was rock-hard against her left thigh, and she was aware of the heat radiating from his body.
He ran eager hands all over her body. Up to her shoulders and neck, gently down her arms, and into her pliant and yielding breasts under her evening gown. She moaned softly as his hands closed over both her globes. Just slightly bigger than his palms, they were a little larger than he expected. Her small nipples hardened as he fingered them through the thin material.
