When I got to her office, Christina was dressed perfectly. A light blue button up blouse and a short black pencil skirt fit her perfectly. She was wearing her mask, but I could tell that she was smiling. I told her happy Friday and that I loved that blouse on her. She blushed a little bit, and I flirtatiously asked her if her lipstick matched her blouse.
We pulled off our masks and both chuckled at our silly flirting. She had a hint of gloss on her lips, and I remarked that it was subtle and perfect. Normally she wore a bolder or deeper color, but she told me that the gloss was so it wouldn't leave anything ... on her coffee mugs. I'm not going to lie, I was already at half mast, and I could tell that she wasn't going to let up today.
Christina and I had worked on several contracts over the years, and she had repeatedly told me that she would choose me for any contract that I bid on.
We walked into the conference room to sign the paperwork, and as she leaned over me to point out where the contracts needed signed, I could see down her shirt. This couldn't be an accident. I tried to be subtle, but she couldn't have accidentally worn a revealing shirt, and an all lace red bra on a day that she knew she'd see me, right?
Or was I making this up in my mind...
Shit, I needed to concentrate on the expensive contract.
I thought that I'd finished every signature, but then she pulled out the duplicate copy that needed my signatures.
Again she was leaning over me, and somehow her shirt was even more revealing this time. Her bra had a simple little bow in between her breasts. And I knew that if I stood up, it'd be obvious how hard I was.
And then it happened, she caught me looking. Holy fuck was she mad! She slapped me hard, and then she tore up the contracts! I'd ruined it.
As I sat there shocked, I apologized, but then I blurted out, "I can't believe that you slapped me!" I could tell that she was embarrassed by that. She said "Yeah, I'm sorry. I got a little carried away."
I realized then, that I had a bit of an advantage. "Yeah, my cheek still hurts, and you tore up the contracts!"
She was a bit dismayed. "I can print out new ones?" she offered. She came back after a few minutes with new copies, but for fucks sake, she did the same thing! She leaned over me, and I think she'd unbuttoned a button! I could tell through the thin bra, her nipples were very erect. I got lost in the thought of burying my face in her breasts and my cock in her pussy.
Once more a hard slap, but out of either self-defense or being teased, I slapped her back... but I slapped her hard, right on her ass. She gasped and groaned and took in a deep breath.
I'd never been slapped as a sexual act, and I wasn't 100% that she was into slapping me, but she DEFINITELY like getting slapped on her ass. When she finally made eye contact, I said "I'm sorry, but you deserved it!"
"Don't be sorry. I liked it." I could tell by her sheepish smile that she wanted more attention.
"I do owe you one more slap." I growled at her. She immediately bent over the table. I'm not an ass guy, but that skirt on her hips would make any grown man cry. I stared for a bit too long, "Are you going to pay me back or not?"
I leaned over her, pressing her onto the table and making her feel the bulge she had created. I put my hands on her hips and began sliding them down her thighs, kneeling behind her until I reached the edge of her skirt.
I slipped my hands under her skirt and as I touched her skin, she let out a playful giggle and that filled my cock with excitement. I pushed the skirt up, and my hands made their way to her beautiful ass. That dirty girl wasn't even wearing panties. I could feel the warmth of her excitement as I traced my fingers over her exposed pussy.