His cock pounded into her as she lay back on his desk. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, her panties hanging from her ankle. With each stroke her large breast bounced under shirt. Hungrily he moved a hand from her waist, tugging at the hem of her shirt and pulling it up so he could watch her breast bounce.
She had agreed to come to his office today to tell him that they couldn't do this anymore. That they could only be friends. The other employees were talking so much his wife had come in to try to surprise them once already. And even though her fiance never made her feel this good, this fulfilled sexually, she still was feeling pangs of guilt when her boss wasn't inside of her.
As they sat across from each other, they had talked about it and he said he understood. He said he wished that they could continue. He said she was beautiful and that he loved every moment spent with her. He said it made him sad to let her go, but if that is what she wanted then he would respect that. He said this with his hand on her bare thigh, right above her knee. He thanked her for their time together. He asked for a hug, and even though she knew she shouldn't, she wrapped her arms against him, allowing their bodies to press against each other. Her breast smushing against his body.
The irrefutably erotic hug, became just one last kiss. One last kiss turned into passionate petting and groping. His hands roving across her body as she moaned at his touch. She wanted it, wanted more, thinking to herself, 'this was the last time. Just one more hug and kiss and cuddle... and then it would be over.'
She gave herself to their embrace, surrendering to the passions she was trying to deny, running her hands through his hair, pulling him against her as their lips crashed together and their hands roved across each others bodies. She had let him push her panties to the side as he began to finger her. He had kissed her neck as she thought to herself, justifying her actions, her lust, 'one last orgasm.'
He had teased and tickled her clit, using all the knowledge from the time they had spent together to help drive her up the wall. She had bit her lip before moaning loudly as she bucked against his finger. He had slid his fingers into her, teasing her wet, warm opening. He had kissed her neck as her back arched.
Her orgasm had grown, not only from the stimulation of the caress and thrusts of his fingers and the hot, passionate kisses he had placed upon her smooth skin but also from the forbidden nature of this encounter. Everything about this was so wrong.
He was married. She was engaged. They were at work. In his office. Customers and their fellow employees were right outside that door. She had already said this needed to stop. And now here they were. Her panties pulled to the side. His fingers dipping inside of her, thumb rubbing her clit. Their bodies pressed together.
As the physical stimulation and growing acknowledgment of the forbidden nature of this moment intersected, her body was overwhelmed by a mind shattering orgasm. Her mind and body released all their tension and she had pulled her manager against her taking in his scent and the sensation of his body pressing against her.
Not till later did she wonder if she had cried out in joy aloud or if she had been able to keep it quiet to not feed the rumor mill at the office.
