It was a lovely Friday afternoon in Barbados. After a very hectic week Alyssa sat at her desk putting the finishing touches on a summary of a 300 page report from the PWC consultants. As Compliance Manager, her department was getting ready to implement the ambitious change initiatives necessary to transform the organization.
Looking out of the broad, tinted windows of her corner office on the 4th floor, Alyssa marveled again at the beautiful scenery outside. She could see the trees in the car park and further afield swaying in the brisk breeze. The shadows cast by the sun from the cars outside the complex were a soothing reminder that the end of the work day was near. The placid view of the ocean meeting the blue sky and white puffy clouds on the horizon, made her think of rushing home to sit out on her balcony overlooking the sea and watching the sunset with a chilled glass of Sangria.
As Alyssa's attention returned to the report on her desk, her wrists inadvertently brushed her hard nipples. She idly pushed her hands into the open collar to fondle her breasts whilst she finished her reading. Irritated at the restriction of her padded bra, she eased out of it and slipped it into her desk drawer. This gave her easier access to fondle her peaked nipples, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief and desire as she cupped her full breasts and squeezed her nipples. Alyssa was confident that no one would enter her closed door without knocking, and with the usual scarf thrown over her shoulders to combat the cold of the air condition, what she was doing could not be seen even if someone entered unexpectedly.
Her mind wandered as her lips fell open on a soft sigh. It had been a really long time since her last sexual encounter. To put it mildly, Alyssa was itching for some action, but she certainly wasn't about to make herself a slut, and there were no interesting prospects for a long-term relationship on the horizon.
By now, Alyssa's mild stroking and teasing of her breasts had her pussy clenching and throbbing, even as she felt a pool of wetness in the seat of her cotton panties. Finished with the report, she opened her gmail account and began to re-read the latest messages from her cyber friend, a Literotica user with whom she had begun to communicate some months ago. It was a harmless way of letting off some sexual steam for both of them, as they explored fantasies, likes and dislikes, and jokingly encouraged each other to 'come visit.' She smiled broadly now as she imagined the fantasy that she would share with him later.
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It was 3:00pm, just one hour to go before the close of the work day and before Alyssa could break off and rush home to her Triple S – sunset, sangria and sex (at least masturbation). She was hot for some action as she had been idly teasing her breasts for the past half hour. A call from Reception indicated that a gentleman was there to see her. According to Tyneisha, he was a foxy older white guy with sexy, hazel-green eyes, salt and pepper hair, groomed mustache and beard, and an accent she could not place. Alyssa shook her head on a laugh; as usual, Tyneisha had neglected to say the name of the person but had given details of everything else, down to what he wore.
"Just send him up, Ty," she said. "I'll meet him at my door."
Alyssa was not expecting anyone, but she was accustomed to international associates dropping in for an informal update or to check on possible projects once they were in the islands. After all, she could understand why they would do anything to have an excuse to justify trips to the islands. She'd probably be tempted to do the same thing herself if it meant getting away from the cold weather.
Quickly using some hand sanitizer, Alyssa straightened her clothes and opened her door to a very pleasing sight! He was indeed 'all that' as Tyneisha had described. Introducing herself and returning to sit behind her desk, she invited him to sit and enquired about the nature of his visit. You could have knocked Alyssa off the chair with a pin when he replied.
"Nice to meet you finally, Ally. It's me, Bill. It was so darn cold in Tennessee that I decided at the spur of the moment to take your advice and book myself a Caribbean vacation."
Alyssa's mouth dropped open in shock – wtf? Her brain rapidly extrapolated the situation. What is he doing here, is this for real or is he some impostor, is this some psycho that I've been communicating with, damn, he is so darn hot? He's using our pen names from Ally McBeal...
