He walks into his large, Victorian style house after a long but arousing day at the office. The new receptionist is breathtaking: Her long, fire-red hair flows around her shoulders and back, enhancing her perfectly tanned skin and complimenting her emerald-green eyes and ruby-red lips. She wears a sheer white, very low-cut top that accents her large firm breasts. They're nestled in a white lace bra that could easily be seen through the silk-like blouse. Every time he glanced her way all he could focus on were impressions from her hard nipples piercing into the shimmering material as if they were trying to escape. When she walks out from behind her desk he can't help but stare at her long, toned legs barely covered by a short black skirt, but lightly covered by the black stockings with a seam that ran enticingly up the back of her legs and walked in slender-strapped black heels. The vision of this woman awakes every animalistic urge in his body. Unable to stop, he continues to fantasize about throwing her on the desk and having wild passionate sex with her. He is sure that all the men at the firm are having the same raunchy thoughts about her that he is.
His pulse races as his mind snaps back from the pleasant memories of the day. He hears his wife in the basement tending to the laundry. Putting his things down, he hangs his coat then takes a moment to clear his head before going down to greet her. She's wearing a tank top and shorts; her long wet hair tells him that she had showered and changed after work. As his quick inspection ends his eyes meet hers and she smiles sweetly up at him.
"Hello, honey. How was your day, pent up in that big 'ol corner office?" She says with giggle.
"It was very" He pauses for a moment. "Very nice. I'm considering a new, merger." He finishes with a devilishly raised eyebrow and smile.
"That's wonderful, I hope it all works out. I'll start dinner after I'm done down here." She quickly walks over and gives him a peck on the lips then returns to the laundry.
"I'm sure it will. Take your time," he says as he watches the muscles in her stomach move as she folds. "I'm not interested in food at the moment anyway." She flashes him a devilish grin and continues with her work. His mind strays back to the sights and fantasies from the office; he walks up behind her putting his arms tightly around her waist and kisses her neck.
Enjoying the sensation of his touch, she lets her head fall back upon his shoulder and closes her soft green eyes, savoring his kisses. Bringing her arm up around his head she holds him lightly to her neck as he begins to nip and bite at her neck. He knows how wild it drives her, she begins to groan softly under her breath. With a quick fluid motion he spins her so that they face each other and presses his body against hers, pushing her against the table where she had been folding clothes. The delicate curves of her body cling to him; she's his for the taking just as he planned.
Their hot lips meet in a passionate kiss and their tongues feverishly dance together within their mouths. Closing his eyes he pictures the long, toned legs in the black stockings that he watched all day at his office. His hands run up and down her sides and back, firmly feeling her soft skin through the sheer shirt, around her flat stomach and up to her breasts. He kneads above the tank top clinging to her body while thinking of the full pert tits of the woman from work. She swiftly pulls the tank over her head, exposing her naked flesh and, with one-hand, guides his head closer.
Thinking of the long nipples in the white blouse, he kisses around her chest and large breasts, then teases her long thick nipples with the tip of his tongue. He can see himself, not in the basement of his house but at the front desk of his office as he draws her into his hot mouth. She claws at the buttons on his shirt and slides it off his shoulders, then quickly pulls his T-shirt off, trying not to disturb his current attention. Co-workers walk past the desk as he lightly traps her other nipple in his mouth, sucking and squeezing, rolling the free nipple between his thumb and finger. Her nails run up and down his back and sides as he jumps from one tit to the other sucking harder with each turn. She leans into him, nibbling and biting on his neck and shoulders, undoing his slack. His mind still in the office, he can feel the long red hair brush against his bare chest as her soft hot lips dance on his skin.
With one arm he slides all the neatly folded cloths into a jumbled pile on the floor, then reaches behind her and lifts her up onto the desk. He pulls her shorts and panties off, lets his fingers glide gently over this beautiful body. He can hear the office phones ring unanswered, the whispers of those walking past, and feels the envy of every man and women there. She wraps her strong legs around him and with her toes begin to slide down his unfastened pants and briefs. Her hands run wildly through his hair, down then up his tan, muscular back, around his broad shoulders and down his slightly hairy chest. He can still smell the seductive scent of the day as he begins to move down her body. Kissing and suckling her breasts, stomach, down one leg and up her inner thighs, he can almost feel the seam from the stockings. As he reaches her womanhood he lightly licks at her lips, just enough to let her know where he is.
