"Quick nightcap?" he asked in the lift as they headed back to their rooms at the end of the evening.
It had been a long day of meetings, so the drinks in the bar had been particularly welcome. To be honest, Dave wouldn't have asked had he been sober, as he'd spent many a day admiring Debi from a distance, believing her to be out of his league. Although they worked together, they'd never really socialised. Debi was his boss, married with kids, but as she obviously looked after herself was difficult to age. Just over five foot two tall, she was no amazon but walked with a sway that caused the men in the office to watch as she went past. With shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes, she also had the charisma and dazzling smile that meant she would always pass for younger, and the men would find excuses to go to her desk for a chat.
"I don't know," she replied, "I'm a bit knackered."
"Tea then. That can't hurt," he suggested. "Just to end the evening."
"OK, but that's all you're getting," she replied, without turning to face him.
For a second he couldn't quite believe it. He hadn't been expecting her to agree, and certainly not to be suggestive. He looked over to Debi again. She was wearing a dark green dress, black tights and heeled shoes. Although dressed for business, the tight fitting outfit showed off her figure beautifully. He felt a stirring of excitement.
The lift reached his floor and they walked along the corridor to his room. As he opened the door he had a moment of panic about what he'd left lying on his floor, but as he came in it was all tidy. He'd left the bedside light on, but it barely lit the room.
"So, tea," he burbled, fumbling with the kettle, filling it with water and turning it on.
As he did Debi walked over to the window, and stood looking out. He was on the ninth floor and the view over the city was breathtaking. As she lingered there silhouetted by the nightscape, Dave stood admiring the shape of the body before him.
He ambled over and stood behind her. "It's beautiful," he said. "A bit like you."
She laughed, "I don't think so, but thanks anyway." He blushed at the corniness of what he said and was about to apologise, but then she moved a small step back, so her backside was brushing his groin. Suddenly he was aware of his erection, gently pushing into her. He froze, not knowing whether to move away or move forward. He could feel the tension rising. She pushed back a little more.
"Although it's difficult to concentrate with that pushing into me."
Dave couldn't answer. Although he'd fantasised about this moment for many months, it still felt unreal. For a moment there was silence, as Debi gently moved her hips, teasing him as he pressed in harder.
Hardly breathing he put his hands on her shoulders, touching the soft skin around her neck. As he massaged her shoulders, Debi reached back and tugged his shirt to move him in even closer. Nervously he slid one hand slowly forward down the front of her dress feeling the start of the swell of her breast. He stopped there for a while gently pressing her smooth flesh, as his breathing quickened and his excitement grew.
She leant back slightly and murmured, "I'm not sure we should be doing this. It can't end well."
He paused, his fingers still stroking her soft skin inside the dress. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
Debi put her hand over the top of his and gently pulled it down further so he was now touching her bra. "I don't think so."
Dave toyed with the lacy material of her bra, pulling it away from her chest. As he reached her nipple. Debi gave a small groan and leant her head back onto his chest. He rolled it between his fingers, feeling it stiffen. He played for a while and then cupped her entire, full breast in his hand, squeezing it gently.
Debi moved to make it easier for him to reach, whilst using her hand to rub his leg and then reach round to his backside. She pulled him closer. "No good will come of this, but I need this really badly."
Pulling his hand out he kissed the back of her neck, and took hold of the dress zip. She lifted her hair up to make it easier for him. Slowly he pulled the it down, kissing and licking her back as he did, skipping over her black bra strap until he reached a small tattoo above her knickers and the beautiful ass he had admired so much. Nervously he put his hands inside her dress on her shoulders, moving them slowly outwards to push the dress off until it fell to the floor.
He couldn't help gasping as he looked at her beautiful olive skin against her black bra and knickers. The black tights turned out to be stockings, revealing just the tops of her thighs above the blackness. The knickers were lacy and thin, leaving little need to imagine what lay underneath.
"I think you should lose your trousers at least, just to make it fair" Debi said, in a smooth, seductive voice.
Dave didn't need to be told twice and quickly undid his belt, pulling his trousers down before kicking them away. He swiftly resumed his position pressed against her bum, but this time was able to feel his dick pressing in further through the thin material of her lace panties. He reached around to stroke her stomach, enjoying the fact he could see her reflection in the window.
"Now that's a view," he murmured, as he ran his fingers along the top of her knickers, across her flat, toned tummy.
She raised her arm to caress his head, closing her eyes.
"It's yours to do with what you will."
Without needing a second invitation he pulled his t-shirt off, then reached around to hold her breasts, squeezing them through the thin, black material.
"You can get them out if you like," she laughed, grinding her backside against his erection.
