Last week, I had to do a two-day training session at the district office in Flagstaff, which meant an overnighter. I had learned that the district had a new manager and was not especially thrilled about working with a stranger. I knocked on the office door, and when it was answered, I got my first shock of the day. Standing in the open doorway was not a shabbily dressed, overweight woman like the last manager, but a man. Well, not just a man. He was in fact an extremely attractive, very sharply dressed, well put together man. He wore charcoal gray dress slacks, and a light blue button-up shirt. I couldn't help staring down the length of him. There is something very sexy about a man in such nice clothes. So sexy in fact, that I could actually feel my pussy give a little twitch, as though it were ready to swallow him whole right there in his office.
I don't know what had come over me. He asked if he could help me, and his voice just about did me in. It was deep and rich and the sound of it made me feel as though I were about to melt. I could feel my pussy not only twitch this time, but actually begin to get wetter. I collected my wits enough to remember why I was in fact there. I advised him I was the program trainer from Phoenix and here to conduct a class for the district employees. I introduced myself and he in turn said his name was Frank and he was the newly appointed district manager. He asked if there was anything he could help me with, in a golden, sexy voice. I informed him of my training schedule and class plan, not my intention to immediately welcome him into my warm, wet body. During some small talk in his office, he informed me that he had no wife.
As I stepped through the door, I had the feeling his invitation had nothing to do with the training session. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but then maybe he was as turned on as I was. I was breathing rather deeply, and the effect on my already swelling cleavage seemed to be that my breasts rose even higher out of my blouse with each breath. A faint smile touched my lips as I noticed his hazel eyes looking directly at my, afore mentioned cleavage. We entered into an elegant private office, decorated all in varying shades of cream and white. He invited me to sit on the sofa. Once I was seated, he placed himself very closely next to me. With trembling hands I reached into my briefcase and pulled out my training plan. He moved closer as I handed it to him and then commented on my perfume.
I informed him the scent was honeysuckle, reached into my purse and sprayed some in the air in front of him. He closed his eyes, smelled the air and nodded his approval. His eyes were intense as he looked at me and said, "The only way to truly judge a body spray is to smell it on a woman's skin."
He reached over, and gently lifted my hair away from my neck. He sprayed the honeysuckle scent near my throat. I could feel his breath as he leaned in close and inhaled. A sigh escaped my lips as I tilted my head to allow him closer access. My pulse quickened when I felt his lips brushing my skin as he spoke, "Very nice".
My nipples ached and I could feel them harden, longing to be touched. As he pulled away, I actually heard myself groan at the loss of having him so near. His eyes sparkled as he flashed me a crooked, mischievous smile. He asked if I used body lotion also. I bent down to get the lotion. As I came back up, bottle in hand, he began to remove my jacket. His voice flowed through me as he took the bottle. "I'd love to see how this feels."
He squirted some into his hand, and as he began to rub his palms together, I anticipated his touch. He began with my shoulders, gently massaging the lotion in. My eyes closed, and I moaned with pleasure as his hand swept down into the top of my blouse. My nipples grew tighter as he began to squeeze my breast. He brought his head in close, as if to smell the lotion. His fingers found my nipple, just as his lips began to kiss the base of my throat. I could feel my pussy growing wet as he pinched my hardened nipple. His lips parted and his tongue moved its way up my collar bone. By now he had begun twisting my nipple, and my pussy was so wet, I felt as though it were melting.
Just then, I felt him remove his hand from my blouse. He lifted his head, and in a voice made even deeper by lust, I heard him say, "I guess I should probably lock the door!"
My breath caught in my throat, he was making me so damn hot. Of course there was no need for me to have said anything. This was all about lust, the desire to fuck and to be fucked. Intensity burned in his eyes as he spoke. I flashed him a sly smile as I lifted my skirt to reveal the bare patch of skin above my thigh high, silk stockings. Placing my hands on my thighs, I began working them up and down. Slowly, I moved my palm up toward my hip. I reached the edge of my thong, and slipping one finger inside them, I traced the edge all the way down to my inner thigh. As I began to circle my hand there, I could feel the wet heat of my pussy, seeping through the thin material. Now, he was the one groaning as he rose up, off the sofa. He dropped to his knees in front of me. Placing his hand on mine, he removed it from between my legs, and pinned it against the leather of the sofa.