Donna was brunette, buxom and bossy. Not exactly traits you would associate with an accountant. She said she was 42 but do women really tell the truth when they divulge their age? I was 34 and had just started a new job in "operations". It was my first job in the "private sector", having worked for the government since I finished grad school. I first met her as I was summoned to the boss's office to discuss a new service we were about to offer our clients.
Donna was leaving as I was going in. Before I could see who was speaking I could hear her from down the hall, "Those are bullshit numbers and you know it Dave!"
Maybe a little outspoken for most business environments but there was no guessing about where she stood on an issue. When she saw me, she stopped and introduced herself. "You must be the new guy. Hi! I'm Donna. I work in accounting." Her hands were soft but her handshake firm. She whispered as she walked away, "Don't believe him. He's full of shit!" Although not obvious through her suit jacket, I took notice of Donna's substantial bosom as she walked past. She made an impression.
During the first couple of months in my new job, I would chat with Donna in the coffee station. I found her very direct and very attractive. Her assertiveness went well with her tall frame, wide shoulders and long legs. She dressed professionally but offered a glimpse into another side of her. In our conversations she would ocassionally refer to a need for a spreadsheet "bitch"; complaining about the spreadsheet templates the company used and how she had to always fiddle with them. Every now and then she would ask, "Wanna be my bitch today?" She new saying it embarrassed me a little but I came to laugh about it as I got more comfortable around her.
I was between meetings one afternoon and standing with the refrigerator door open, looking for something to drink when Donna seemed to appear out of nowhere. She came up behind me and leaned against my back putting, her arm on the door next to my shoulder. "What's up bitch?", she asked. I could feel her solid mounds pressing against me as I looked inside the fridge. My brief surprise to her presence quickly turned to arousal. She couldn't be teasing me, could she? I pressed back slightly, trying not to show too much interest as I began to hardened below. "Mmmm.. nice," she said, moving from side to side just enough for me to feel her pacifier sized nipples. What wonderfully solid, size Ds Donna had. I couldn't believe this was happening to me! "Lookin' for anything special?", she asked.
"Just checkin' out all my options.", I replied, flashing her a smile.
"Hope you find what you want in there. I gotta go process invoices. C-ya!" She left as quickly as she appeared. A brief encounter for sure but she left me with a spinning consciousness, churning stomach and a bulge in my pants. No time to ponder the moment though, I had to get back to the meeting.
The rest of the afternoon flew by and before I knew it I was saying good-night to what I thought was the last of the office staff. It was quiet. A perfect end to a crazy week. I eased into my office chair and was looking forward to a relaxing Friday night at home. Movies, popcorn and early to bed. I was about to log off when I noticed an e-mail from Donna. Damn! How could I have forgotten about Donna. I opened the note.
It read,[Please call or stop by before you leave. I need to show you something. Thanks! D]
I called her at her desk. "Yeeessss...." she answered slowly.
"Am I interrupting Donna? I got your note to call."
"Glad you did." she said. "Are you done for the day?"
"You bet I am, I answered. "Was just logging off."
"Would you like to get a drink?", she asked. I was suspicious of her offer, yet I accepted without so much as a hesitation. "Great! Get your ass over here bitch and lets go!" This had to be an office prank but I knew everyone else was gone. The office was locked up tight. Guess I would play along and see what was in store.
Her office door was closed when I got there. I knocked. "Come on in!" came from behind the door. I opened the door slowly but couldn't see her anywhere. I stepped in and the door closed behind me. Surprised, I turned around to see her smiling like the fox who cornered the chicken. She was bare except for the slim thong covering her most coveted regions. I wondered why she had it on at all until she turned around to let me see the whole package. The thong split and accentuated her heavenly buttocks. Perfectly sculpted, shapely and solid. She may have developed a little mid-life sag around the waist and hips but her ass was to die for. Her long legs were surprisingly tone as well. Turns out her apartment was on the 14th floor of her building and she never used the elevator. She turned around in a circle as if displaying a new dress. Her circle complete she asked, "So what do you think?" It was difficult to speak. Her bush was sticking out the top of the thong, her D size breasts were standing free. Her nipples were swelling, the size of silver dollars; thick, dark and expanding more every second. The image of her ass was swirling in my head. I wanted to see it again. She licked her bottom lip only making her sensuality all the more prevalent.
Words finally left my mouth, "I want to see the rest, that's what I think!"
"Not until you do some catching up and don't think of making me wait, college boy!", she challenged. She often referred to me as "college boy", even though I was long since done with school. She was on my hiring team so she new my background and for her it all added up to a "college boy".
It was casual Friday so dis-robing was pretty simple. I pulled of my polo in one motion, letting it fly from my hands after it cleared my head. One button, a zipper, a little push and hip wiggle and my pants dropped to the floor. "Don't stop now!", she exclaimed as she slid her left hand into her thong. As I pulled my bikini briefs down, the waist-band caught on my marble erection and it slapped against my lower abs. She smiled wider. "You really do like what you see college boy!"
"Your turn!", I said. "Your thong has got to go but I want to watch from behind. Turn around and give me a show!" This had to be some kind of prank. It was like nothing I had been a part of before but I was going along for all it was worth. I began stroking myself slowly as she turned around to display the rest of her attraction. A thin, steady stream of pre-cum was forming from my export down to my tightening scrotum.
The thong cleared her rump as she inched the waist-band down from side to side. When it hit the floor she spread her legs apart, bent over and and put her hands on the desk. "How's that view?", Donna asked. It was hard to breathe. So much to take in. I was focused like a laser on the shallow depression and puckered skin, outlined perfectly by her well developed cheeks. It was difficult to think straight. My whole body was tingling, my face on fire.
I sat down in one of the chairs against the wall, as if to ponder the presentation and gather myself. The seat gave me a different and even more enticing view. Her long legs were spread perfectly to frame her beautiful breasts as they hung freely but firmly. The lips of her womanhood were visible from behind, in the the view directly below her wonderfully taught hole. What avenue to pursue? So many options. My cock was throbbing, the head swelling and contracting as I pumped internally. It seemed like forever before I moved forward to partake of this awaiting pleasure. Again, my head swirled; thoughts flying through endlessly, impeding my desire to have what I knew I wanted. Do I need a rubber? What does she really want? Does she do this often? Will people find out? What if someone comes in?
I couldn't be derailed. I approached her and very gently placed my cock between her cheek's cleavage, reaching gently around her waist to stroke the inside of her thighs. The pre-cum made perfect lubrication as I slowly raised and lowered my pulsing shaft. A high-pitched, closed-mouth moan came from inside her. I allowed my finger tips to lead my hands ever so softly up each side of her rib cage. She began moving up and down, extending the stroke between her buttocks. It was getting very slick. We both let out a series of heavy breaths and moans. I was shaking inside. When my hands reached her breasts I slid my thumbs on each breast from the base at the side, forward to her exquisite nipples. I wanted to suck them so badly. I stroked her nipples gently with my thumb, then cupped both breasts. I slid her nipples between the knuckle of my first and second fingers and in unison pinched them, while now squeezing her mounds hard in my hands. We were both panting now. I kissed her deeply between the shoulder blades, as I squeezed her hard breasts. Finally, she spoke; "Oh god, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me!" She rotated her hips and pushed her rear back against me. I reached down to position myself and began rubbing the head of my well lubricated cock around her taught opening. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing I was. She moaned in agreement, bending her knees to lower herself onto me. I wanted to thrust it inside her luscious backside so badly!
But she offered so much more. There was so much to experience before we fully explored her tigthest spot. I dropped to my knees and clasped her right ankle, lifting her foot from the floor. I could tell she was surprised at my action. Tickling at first I began caressing her ankle with the tip of my tongue, slowly working it over the in-step where I enveloped the area much like a hard, deep kiss in the mouth. She bolted and expressed her delight with a playful squeal. I moved my tongue to the lower calf, doing my best to alternate delicate dry strokes using the tip of my tongue, with long, deep and wet kisses to her beautiful legs. When I got to the the bend in her knee, Donna's closed mouth expressions turned to clear, deep groans in conjunction with heaving exhales and shallow panting. She began riding herself with two fingers by the time I got to the first curve in her rump. Nature was reflected escaping from the lowest end of her slit. I had to taste her. In spite of what seemed to be a perfect escalation of passion , I slapped my tongue on her sweetness and began licking what I could reach. She jolted, trying to grab my head and bury it into her heat. She was grunting and groaning. Through her teeth, sounding almost bewitched I heard, "Yeah, suck my cunt you horny bitch! Suck it!" That sounded like the Donna with which I was familiar.
