As soon as the reporter walks in her office she is attracted to him. He is visiting her to do a story on her University and their "going green" efforts around campus. Although this interview was sprung on her by her boss late in the day, she regrets being a little miffed at him. She had wanted to go home on time. It had been a long day. But at least the reporter was good-looking.
"Hi, I'm Kate. Good to meet you," she said as she shook his hand and smiled at him.
"Hey it's great to meet you too. I'm Ben. Thank you for taking the time to do this interview. I'm looking forward to the tour of your facilities," he said as he sat down in the comfy chair in front of her desk and pulled out his small notebook from his coat pocket. Her "facilities" looked mighty inviting as well.
God she was smoking hot. How in the hell did he get so lucky? His mind temporarily diverted to a scene in his head. He imagined taking her right there on her desk. Knocking off all those piles of paperwork with one big swoosh of his arm, bending her over the desk, lifting her skirt, and fucking her. Right then and there. Reality came back to him when she handed him a brochure about the University.
"This explains most of our sustainability and energy conservation efforts," she said as she handed him a glossy, colorful, tri-fold pamphlet. "It should be very helpful in your article. But of course if you have any questions along the way, just ask."
As he leafed through it, he realized he could take fewer notes and pay more attention to her. It was very comprehensive. He could write the entire article easily now. But to make him appear engaged in the work at hand, he writes in his notebook "desk fuck".
"Well let's go on the tour," she stands and heads for the door. He takes a deep breath of her clean smell that arises from her walking past him.
Oh damn she's hot! He is sure that underneath her sexy black skirt her womanhood is bare with no panties. And he wishes her matching top was just one inch lower along her cleavage, just one more inch, so he could see where that long necklace is pointing to. Ahh...to be that necklace and have front row seats to her perfect breasts. He writes "I wanna be her necklace" in his notebook and flips it closed.
They both walk to the University's electric car. It looks like a glorified golf cart. The two-seater at least leaves hardly any room between them. She steps into the driver's side and he notices her legs for the first time, but not the last time. Her thigh length skirt comes to just above her knee. It rises a little above that mark as she takes a seat. From the end of her skirt flow two beautiful, firm, tanned legs with no panty hose to constrict them. Further down she is wearing sexy black pumps with an endless high heel. He simply can't take his eyes off of them. He gawks at them the entire time and he can't close his mouth. As she presses the gas pedal he can see her taut muscles, and another brief visual of her legs upended around his shoulders grasping him as he fucks her passes in his mind before she takes off from the parking lot. He, of course, writes "legs" in his notebook.
They move through the campus and she points out the recycling center with its large dumpsters for sorting the trash. They also pass the gray water storage tank which captures rainwater for irrigating the landscaped lawns. She really knows her stuff and that made her even sexier to him. Their last stop was a six-story brick building which she explains is the Student Center. Before he leaves the car, he writes "nasty and wet" and puts his notes in his jacket pocket, and takes a deep horny breath.
Kate takes him to a mechanical room to show him their stash of energy efficient fluorescent bulbs and electronic ballasts. He imagines running the long thin tube along her pussy lips, pushing forward and backward in short strokes. His cock is growing inside of his gray slacks and he wishes he could show her. She then takes him to another mechanical room where the equipment is quite loud. In here there are chillers and boilers and pumps and pipes. He wants to bend her over that large yellow chilled water pipe and show her some pumping alright. He visualizes her hiking up her skirt and hopping on top of the large diameter pipe and riding it like a bucking bull at a honky-tonk bar, with her clit slowly moving along the thick insulation, and throwing her head back in ecstasy as she rides it.
She is still talking about the energy efficiency of the equipment but he finds it hard to concentrate. At one point she looks at him with a puzzling glance. Her hair is in a businesslike bun at the back of her neck, and her brown eyes look at him over her studious glasses. He wants to take off her glasses and loosen her hair to let it flow while removing her clothing. She is quite breathtaking underneath the business attire.
It is warm and dark in the mechanical room, and although a clean room, still a nasty, manly place. Sexy. Hot. God how he wishes he could take her right there. Nobody would know, nobody would hear, and there are plenty of dark corners to fuck her in. She understands I believe, especially after glancing down at his crotch. She looks back up at him with a knowing look, and seems to relax. He could see her breasts move with her quickened breath and she glances at him a few seconds longer. Then she smiles. Oh yeah, he thinks she wants him too.
This was confirmed when she grabbed his growing cock and planted a kiss on his shocked lips. Her tongue shot in his mouth and her hips were pressing against his. Before he knew it she had leaned them both against the wall. You could barely hear her slight, breathless moans over the whistling and rumbling of the equipment, but he could sure feel her.
"Do you like the view Ben? I bet you want to see more," her voice is hoarse as she finally lets go of his cock. He could not find his voice so he nodded his head in response. His mouth was permanently open now, and he so wanted to free his rock hard dick.
"Come on," she says, "I'm going to show you a surprise," as she winks at him.
They hop back in the electric car and go to the west part of campus. They start moving through the Arts Building. She knows her way. Her steps seem to speed up and he purposely walks behind her so he can take in the view. After a few more twists and turns through the hallways, they end up on an elevator. Once inside she bends down, unzips his pants, and takes his cock in her mouth.
"Oh hell," he manages to say in a shaky voice as his head rests against the elevator door.
Her hot breath falls on his balls as she tries to breathe with his cock buried to the hilt in her throat. She moves her wet mouth all the way to the end and looks at him, then sucks his length again to the base.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh God yeah," he moans after each inch. He wraps his hands around her head and pushes his cock further into her throat. His hips push forward and backward and he fucks those lips, those sweet beautiful lips. Each time her mouth makes slurping sounds, and his large head is hitting the back of her throat.
They both slightly jump when the elevator stops and the door starts to open. She stands up and wipes her lips with her left hand and he quickly zips his pants. They end up on a small roof access ledge. Here there are metal grating stairs leading upward.
