Walking up the stairs she took a steadying breath. Unable to believe what she was about to do she continued the stair and down a brightly colored hall until she stood before a nondescript gray door. She had been preparing for this for a while, but could not believe that it was really happening. She was about to seduce her boss.
Nervously smoothing out the wrinkles of her skirt, she took one more deep breath. Molding her face into a mask of indifference she twisted the handle, wincing at the squeak the door let, and entered the forward room of her work. Across the room she could see the open door of his office. Her heart slammed against her breast as if attempting to rip itself out. Her stomach felt as if it was filled with writhing serpents. Pressing her hand briefly to her heart she soundlessly walked across the room, silently praying that he was alone yet hoping that someone was there.
Leaning through the doorway she found only him sitting at his desk. His concentration fixed on his Mac laptop. Schooling her features she slowly walked toward him, her heals making soft sounds against the gray carpet.
Seeming to realize that he was no longer alone, he glanced up, his face taking a look of surprise. Standing he looked as if he was going to greet her until he saw the mischievous look upon her face and her finger pressed to her lips in a sign of silence. His face contorted to one of confusion, but he did not speak.
Laughing to herself she wondered around his desk, sliding her hand across the surface. She maneuvered herself between the desk and him. Putting her hand against his chest, she lightly shoved him back into his chair. His confusion became even more apparent as she sat herself down on the desk before him. She watched him swallow a few times as what was happening slowly dawned on him.
Before he could begin to protest she lifted her high healed feet and placed them on either side of him, effetely trapping him. Her position also gave her the added benefit of having her legs spread before him. The only thing separating him from the view of her womanhood was the fall of her skirt.
As he opened his mouth to speak again he was struck dumb as she started sliding her hand from her stockinged knee, up her thigh and under her skirt. His breath caught as he watched her hand leave the shielding of the material to come up glistening with her juices. Jaw dropping, he sat dumbstruck as her fingers entered his mouth. He could do nothing but run his tongue across her digits; his mental capabilities seemed to be stuck. The musky taste of her filled his mouth, the heavy smell filling his brain.
No longer capable of thought, he reached for her his hands cupping her face as he leaned in to kiss her. He felt her other hand brace against his chest, stopping him as she turned her face away from him. Pushing him away she placed her right foot against his chest to prevent him from standing, and slowly shook the finger that had been in his mouth in a no-no sign.
Moving her foot from his chest and stood up only to straddle him a moment later. Her heart did a double tap when she felt his erection beneath her. Moving her hips in a circle on his lap she felt more then heard his groan of appreciation. His hands moved to her waist to push her down harder against him seeking some relief from the pain.
Dropping her head to his ear, she nibbled his lobe and worked her way, kissing, sucking and biting down his neck until she ran in to the barrier of his collared shirt. Nearly moaning in disappointment, she reached up and loosened his tie, aiming for the buttons beneath. As her hands worked down the front of his shirt, he slid his up her thighs encountering nothing but the leashes of her garter belt. An appreciative moan escaped him as his fingers encountered the slick wetness of her womanhood.