"You wanted to see me?" I asked, peeking into your office and smiling at you, seated behind your desk, dressed up from an earlier meeting.
"Shut the door, if you would". Your voice is low and it catches me off guard. "I haven't seen you in a bit," you say, gesturing towards the armchair. I usually visit at the end of the day but I hadn't been by in a while due to my insane workflow. I blush immediately, apologizing and you shake your head before taking a second look at me, as if you didn't see me when I first walked in. "Is that a new dress?" you inquire, looking me up and down. The black 40's inspired dress hugs every curve of my body, the curls of my hair tumbling over my shoulders to an open back that shows just enough skin and my legs are creamy and smooth, shapely due to my matching black heels.
"Yes, a little Wednesday Adams, but I love a good skirt" I say, pivoting and twirling around in a circle, the skirt rising up like Marilyn Monroe and you can see the white lace edges of my panties hugging my ass. You lick your lips and try not to think about how good it would look bent over your desk as you've wanted so many times before.
You swallow hard, "It looks lovely".
I beam at you and sit down, crossing my ankles and leaning in. "Well thanks Hum" I joke, loving the way you call me Lo and grin at me like a hungry wolf at the same time. Without fail, the smile appears on your face and I can see you shift uncomfortably in your seat. Gotcha.
"Are you okay?" I ask sweetly, pursing my perfectly red lips at you and blinking my dark eyes slowly. You swallow again and try to regain a grip on the conversation, rerouting it to something normal and boring about the office and movies and episodes of Sherlock. I steal a look at the clock at it's getting late, you've surely missed your train by now. I ask you, "Don't you have to go?" and you look me up and down, from my heels to my lips and back down.
"Uhm ... I was working late anyway, it's no big deal. You're not keeping me here."
I grin that Big Bad Wolf smile right back at you and say, only half jokingly, "I could keep you here" and you blushed, squirming again in your seat.
"How would you do that?" you ask, licking your lips and looking over my body again.
My smile grows even bigger and I stand up to face you, "You tell me." You're losing control, I can see it. You want me, you always have. You put you hands on your desk, clasping them tightly and looking down. "Or I could go," I say, shrugging, acting as if you have no effect on me when I can feel my clit tingling with the tension in the room. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, hair brushing against your face in the hallway. After that, it was all little things - touches, secret meetings, then talking more candidly and going out for drinks. You've never seen my whole body but I've given you glimpses that left your mouth watering and dick so hard you thought you might die. I turn towards the door and pick up my bag, preparing to leave you there with your filthy mind and sweating palms.
Seeing the skin of my back was enough to set you off apparently because suddenly your voice filled the silence in the small office. "No." Firm. Authoritative. Aggressive. Desperate. I fuckin loved it.
I spun around, letting my bag fall from my shoulder and took a step towards your desk. "What should I do if I stay?" I ask, prompting you to make the first move. I want you to ravage me, and you know it, but I'll never give up my game face until you've broken me down completely. You know what I like, I've told you over a few late night chats. You know how I like to be touched, treated, talked to. What words set me off, keep me going and send me over the edge.
Your mouth is so dry that you can barely get the words out "As much as I love that dress, take it off. Now." I unfasten the dress and let it fall off my body, exposing my black bra, heaving tits, exquisite body and black panties with white lace hugging my hips. You exhale so loudly that I'm not sure how long you were holding your breath. "Fuckkk," you whisper, looking me up and down, "You are amazing".
I smile and toss my hair back. 'Why thank you," I say smiling and taking a step forward, out of my dress and laying my palms on your desk. You stand up and I can see your cock straining through your pants. My turn to lick my lips. You walk around to my side and run your hands along my body, from top to bottom, feeling every inch of my soft, warm skin, whimpering every so often as you explore the places you've only dreamed about. "How bad do you want me?" I whisper softly, leaning in so you can feel my tits against your chest and my breath in your ear.
You groan just from that and suddenly, without any warning, you push me up so I'm seated on the desk and spread my legs. "SO. FUCKING. BAD." you growl, taking your shirt off and throwing it back behind your desk. I smile and pull you in. Your nails rake down my back as you kiss my neck wildly, biting and sucking the skin of my collarbone. You can barely contain yourself and suddenly, my legs are wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, grinding against you. My whimpers and moans fill your office as you push back against me, pulling my hair. I need you; your hands, your body, your cock. All of it. You unhook my bra and let my tits fall out, heavy and hot against my skin. You unlock my legs from your body and step back to look at me, shaking your head. "Breathtaking. Literally breathtaking." you whisper before leaning back in to play with them.
