Thank you @kenjisato for your guidance and kind edit.
As the director of human resources for a Fortune 500 company, Karen was used to vendors kissing her ass to win her business. Some consultants would send flowers, gift cards, vacations to get on her good side. But the thing was-- she was honest and wouldn't take any bribes under the table; she would always respectfully evaluate their pitches, and respond in a professional manner.
At forty-six years old, she had been with the same company her entire career, and had been with the same company for twenty-five years, and had planned on retiring at the young age of fifty-one. Sadly, her husband passed away last year, so she kept herself busy with taking care of two teenage kids, work, and lots of yoga. She had had a fantastic relationship with her husband as they were madly in love, and had an exceptionally hot sex life, which she kept quiet.
Her late husband, Chris, was a fireman, and they had been together since college. They had a very active sex life, and had a small circle of friends whom they would drink wine and have sex with. They didn't buy into the subculture of swinging, for them it was a small, trusted group, who would take turns hosting at their houses and then take a turn, fucking each other's significant others. Since Chris passed, she had lost all her interest in sex, and did not participate in the small gatherings anymore.
The dinner was set for 7:00pm on a Thursday night, at a new French restaurant located inside of the Franklin Pierce Hotel in the Finance District. Prior to dinner, there was a meeting that day to discuss the strategy with the new consultants and to get everyone on the same page.
At 2:55pm, she left her corner office, and strutted down the hall and into the conference room overlooking Manhattan. All parties were chatting alongside the conference room table, as she entered the room to meet the new team. As per usual, there were a few overweight, well-dressed men and a weathered senior manager.
However, this time, there was one consultant, who stood out over the entire room. The connection between them was immediate as they locked eyes, and introduced themselves.
"Hello Karen, my name is Trent Sweet, director of business partnerships. I look forward to servicing any potential voids you may be experiencing."
Karen felt a tingle for the first time in a long time, as she let go of his hand, taken aback. "That is a bold statement, and I very much look forward to working together," said Karen, returning the pleasantries and joining the rest of the team.
Senior management began their presentation with the usual boring corporate speak. She had heard these same speeches from every other consultancy, and was putting on her best professional meeting stare to look interested, when Trent got up to speak.
He spoke with a modest confidence, and genuinely seemed to care about understanding how he could help; more importantly, what needs were currently not being met. He asked questions, and did not fill up his time with corporate speak and conversation fillers. He was confident and brought the room together through open dialogue.
When he returned to his seat right behind her, she found herself wanting more from him.
The next person to speak was boring the fuck out of the room, and Karen's attention drifted away and began imagining how Trent would like it, if she got on her knees in the conference room and sucked his cock. Would he throw her on the conference table and slide his hard shaft inside her very tight cunt, while the others watched her get fucked? She was starting to feel the wetness of her vagina stick to her panties, when she snapped out of it to a whisper over her shoulder.
"Excuse me, Karen, is there another room available? I have another conference call I need to jump on."
She quickly sat up, slightly embarrassed, and instructed him to follow her.
"I enjoyed watching you."
"Excuse me?"
"Your presentation. I enjoyed watching you present. You made some very good points that we should flesh out."
"Thank you, I want to put myself out there and help the company get to the next level."
"Well, I, for one, look forward to seeing your hard work come to fruition. You can use this room for the day, and if you get bored, my office is right next door; don't be afraid to holler if there are any voids you need taken care of, as you like to put it."
"Thank you very much, I have another meeting in London, but obviously can't make it."
"We can't make it to all these fun meetings. I'm going to catch up on some emails, but if you need anything just let me know."
They gazed with seductive eyes at one another before Karen turned around and slowly sauntered into her office, closing the door behind her, with a sensual grin at the handsome consultant.
She locked the door, and leaned back against it, taking a deep breath and gently sliding her fingers across her blouse and over her supple breast, before walking to the window and drawing the blinds for privacy.
With her back up against the door, she wasted no time in sliding her hand down into her already wet pussy. With one hand rubbing her clit, and the other squeezing her hardened nipples, she bit down on her upper lip as she began to cum. She then hiked up her skirt and leaned over the chair facing her desk, feverishly fingering herself with her mouth tightly suctioned on her arm to avoid being heard. She imagined Trent fucking her from behind, while she gushed all over his throbbing cock.
"Fuck! Fuck this tight pussy, Trent. You like that, don't you." She came again, across her desk for the second time.
"Get it together Karen," she whispered to herself, making her way to clean herself up in her private bathroom. Kicking off her soaking panties, and drying herself off, she heard a knock on the door.
