A brief forward:
I would like to acknowledge the editing and assistance of Charlie. Thank you Charlie for your editing skills, help and guidance.
This story also comes as an apology to somebody I may have offended. Sorry Franc!! You know who you are.
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God It was torture, I was trying to work, maintain my focus but it was incredibly difficult when the delectable Eleonor was leaning over my shoulder. Her hot bosoms pressed into my shoulder, her hot breath only centimeters from my ear breathing wetly.
"Jonathon are you listening"?
Listening, no damn it, all I was thinking about were those gorgeous breasts pressed naked against my chest. Her rich full red lips crushed on mine. Oh god of course I wasn't listening, fuck I could hardly breathe my desire was so strong.
To make it worse, Eleonor was my boss and she was making my life impossible.
She was so damn sexy. Lately she seemed to be taking a great deal of interest in my project.
We, my wife and I, had just moved here to France to work. I had managed to get this amazing job, and it was truly amazing. I was only a junior project engineer and the chance to work with a group of world class engineers was more than I had hoped for.
My wife April was not so keen on moving our family from Brixton in the UK all the way to La Crau on the outskirts of Toulon France. Both of our children were still young, both under five so it was quite an achievement when I convinced April that the move was a good idea.
We had managed to find a nice little townhouse in LaCrau which was just a short drive to the university in Toulon where the project was operating out of.
At least April loved the house and was enjoying the warm temperatures. The climate was so much nicer than Britain's this time of year.
At first the job had been wonderful. The job was a challenge and I had been given a supervisory role on the project.
Eleonor wasn't too involved at first, but over the last two weeks she had taken it upon herself to become my shadow and she was becoming more and more involved.
She is about 40 but stunningly beautiful. Eleonor, I would describe as a typical French beauty with classic features. Her hair is silky smooth and cascades over her perfect porcelain skin; it somehow manages to shimmer in the sunlight. Her eyes are large and when you peer in its like looking into an amethyst well, deep and mirror like.
When I first started at the firm Eleonor was busy overseeing the whole project but over the last few weeks she has focused mostly on my little part of it.
She is always seems to be at my desk, leaning over my shoulder as we go through spreadsheets of data or more worryingly, sitting perched on the edge of my desk toying with her hair, winding it into long curling fronds as she smiles knowingly at me.
I don't know whether she is aware of the effect she is having on me but its driving me to distraction. I can't concentrate or stay focused. I smell traces of her scent even when she has walked away. That scent overpowers and imprisons my senses for the rest of the day.
I am constantly walking around with an erection that borders on painful.
Today was no different she is wearing a thin pencil line skirt which finished just above the knee but it had a split that went right up to just past where her stockings started.
That's another thing recently she has started wearing stockings with taller heels and her legs are magnifique!! Her arse sits proudly just waiting to be stroked and patted.
Back to the moment, Eleonor was leaning over me her breasts rubbing on my shoulder and I could feel her hard nipples pricking me through my shirt. Her silk blouse was open far enough that as I turned I can see down and her little black bra was visible as it barely supported her perky little breasts.
They are not large, no more than a handful, but shapely and proud. Oh how I just wanted to turn and slide my hands up and caress them, run my hands over them. Feel those sharp nipples in my fingers, tweaking and pinching them.
"Jonathon are you listening," she says again?
"Yes Eleonor of course".
"Well you seem somewhat distracted; I need you to be sharp. Is something bothering you"?
I want to say yes, I want to fuck you, but I stutter "No Eleonor everything is fine."
I expected her to walk away and check on the other team members but she sat down on my desk crossing her shapely legs exposing her thighs and stocking tops to my lecherous stare.
She was chuckling softly about some office gossip but I couldn't hear anything except my beating heart, as the moisture in my mouth evaporated, leaving my mouth feeling like a bird cage tray, dry and dusty.
I just couldn't take my eyes off her legs, she was purposefully, I'm sure it was on purpose, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she sat idly toying with that glorious sexy hair.
By the end of the day I was a nervous wreck. All the way home it's like I could still smell her presence it's like she was in the car with me.
I no sooner walk in the door at home and April greeted me with a deep kiss and a cuddle. I pick up the kids for their hugs and April gave me a worried frown. "Jonathon why can I smell that perfume again, lately it's all I can smell when you get home!!"
I tried to laugh it off, "It's just the girls in the office honey."
She shook her head disbelievingly.
I couldn't wait for dinner to be over. I dragged her to bed and ripped her clothes off from her urgently.
I couldn't wait to get between her legs and sink into her velvety opening.
I was rough, not waiting for her, I didn't care I just needed to fuck Eleonor. Yes it was April's body but in my mind I was pounding Eleonor, fucking her manfully taking what she was parading in front of me all week. Oh god I should have showered as I could still smell her bloody perfume.
I lifted April's legs up and pressed her knees against her tits as I drove deeper into her now wet engorged opening.
She was with me now as she had caught up. "Oh god Jon oh my god, oh god" She was mewing and crying as I mercilessly pounded her into the mattress.
Her body was tense and I could feel her convulsions through her pussy she was milking my balls and I was on that freight train riding hard towards a tumultuous cum. "Ahhhhhhh" I screamed into her shoulder as I squirted long and deep.
As we lay together in the afterglow April giggled, "God Jon I don't know what's gotten into you recently but whatever it is, don't stop. You are so passionate, thank god I am taking the pill otherwise I am sure I would be pregnant again."
