As soon as she entered my cabin, Christine flicked the door-knob close, and switched on the ‘Conf Call ON’ button. To the office, the Sales Director was holding an important conference call and was not to be disturbed. Between the two of us…well…
She covered the distance between the door and my table in three hops, and throwing the spreadsheets containing the office quarterly budget into the trash-can, embraced me in a seductive hug. Unlike the typical office-hotties in their early twenties, this one was one mature female – in her late-30s, full, curvaceous, hungry, and assured of her every step, I thought. A typical soccer-mom turned professional, who was just beginning to get to know the outside world, and savoring every moment of attention that it was bestowing on her.
I came back to my senses feeling a pair of lips kissing my neck. God – she knows how to seduce, I told myself. I took her red pullover by its hem, rolling it up, and gasped as I found her bare underneath. She was prepared! Languidly she raised her hands and turned back as I pulled it off her frame. I threw it on the table, and holding her from back, started to softly knead her breasts. She was an ample 36C, just big enough to fit my large palms, with that ripe yet imperceptible sag that comes only with maturity. My fingers played with her hardening nipples, tweaking them under my index and thumb, as I moved my lips to nibble on her earlobes. I loved the way her nipples were responding to my kisses on her earlobes…she gripped my hand and shivered – partly in excitement, and partly also because I had kept the a/c running on high-cool – a soft moan escaped her throat as her nipples become two small quivering pebbles under my fingers….
I took one hand on to Christine’s waist, slowly unzipping her skirt, and letting it fall in a silent heap around her ankles. Since she was without a pair of bra under her pullover, I half-expected her to be naked under her skirt as well, but now I found a thin, lacy sea-blue panty clinging to her soft pussy. I ran my finger over her covered crotch, and her trimmed pussy felt wonderful under the lace. She was already sopping wet there, and I lifted my finger to my nose to inhale her. It was such an aphrodisiac, and under my trouser and boxer, my cock strained to get a release and be with her pussy. I pulled her over my paper-scattered office-desk, making her lay on her back with her legs resting on the armrests of my chair, as I knelt down in front of her pussy to worship it. I hooked the gusset of her panty in my finger, pushing it on one side, massaging her pubis over the soft lace, nuzzling my nose against it, and then softly probing her with the tip of my tongue. Christine kept whimpering, as her tight pussy started to get flooded, rocking her hips, and pushing them on to my face.
Pushing my tongue deeper, I held the waistband, and slowly rolled it down over her ass. Holding the wisp of blue cotton in my hand, I smelled her crotch. It gave away a damp, moist smell of a matured woman on heat. I quickly stripped off my clothes, freeing my turgid tool, wrapping her moist panties around my bulge, and slowly jerking myself. She reached out, hands gripping my head, guiding it deeper into the folds of her oozing labia.