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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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In my line of work I'm often out and about, mainly helping clients with their software (financial market software, before you get any ideas) and possibly hardware issues too (don't go there!).
One afternoon I have an appointment with a new lady client, and although that sort of scenario is intriguing, it's usually in a crowded office and furthermore it's likely that she's already had numerous expressions of interest from her fund manager colleagues. Those red braces can be such a turn-on, it seems.
When I get to the client office, there's just a button to press at the door, and the answering voice is female, very feminine and yet with a hint of "I'm the boss" about it.
"Come up to the fourth floor", I hear, and the buzzer signals that the door is unlocked. With a tingle of excitement - that this could possibly be the client and not just a receptionist - I head for the lift and obediently get out at the fourth. A couple of moments waiting, then a door opens and a young woman appears, pretty, blonde, I would guess still in her twenties, and dressed in a smart suit that shows off rather more curves than a receptionist's would.
"Sorry to keep you waiting", she says, "but I'm short-staffed today and my receptionist had to leave early. I had a couple of things to clear up but I'm all yours now."
I try - not altogether successfully, I reckon - to suppress a smirk, noticing as she gives me the once-over, lingering perhaps a little indiscreetly at my crotch, which, let's be honest, is beginning to show evidence of a bulge.
"Do come in", she purrs, and entering the office I notice two things: firstly, the most gorgeous, shapely behind; and secondly, that we're alone.
The introductions completed, I ask you what she does (marketing, as it turns out), what use she wants to make of the software (professional focus cuts in here and I gather that it's company research), and importantly how long she has this afternoon.
"I've cleared my desk for you, take as long as you like". She removes her jacket, letting me see the curvaceous line of her marvellous breasts, whose nipples are already beginning to swell.
"Training of this kind normally takes about an hour", I answer pointedly.
"Well I have all afternoon and evening".
Well let's enjoy - I just manage not to say....
In the circumstances it's one of my more professional efforts. It turns out she's very tactile, and when I suggest she takes the mouse, she accepts eagerly. Of course there are times when I have to take over, and the inevitable happens so that our hands collide. No protest when I leave my hand there a moment longer than strictly necessary, I note.
My training usually includes lots of eye contact, and this time it's no different, except there's more of that than usual. And it's as hard for me to keep my eyes off those sexy tits and those inviting nipple peaks as it is for her to keep hers off my bulge. In no time the clock has hurtled round to finishing time, and as I'm concluding the session she asks: "Back to the office now?"
"No, the rest of the day's my own. What about you, finished for the day?"
Her hand moves to my thigh and I think of a cat eyeing a dish of cream. "Babe, I think you know I've only just started. Let's go and relax."
She leads me to a door at the other side of the office. It turns out to be a well-appointed meeting room, complete with conference table and a rather large sumptuous leather sofa. She asks for a red wine from the drinks table, and when I turn back to the sofa her skirt seems to have ridden up to mid-thigh; with some show, she adjusts it so it rides higher up (stockings, yum, and a glimpse of sexy flesh), before smoothing it down again.
As we sip our wine, she crosses her legs, allowing a tiny glimpse of stocking top to show below the skirt. My hand is now resting on her knee, and turning sideways I run my fingers upwards to touch the soft bare leg above the stocking top.
She pulls me closer, first her soft lips caressing mine then her tongue parting my lips. As we kiss roughly, I feel her move on the sofa as her legs part further, inviting me to run my fingers up her soft thigh, over the stockings and suspenders to stroke her soft, wet pussy through little silk panties. By now I am kneeling beside her on the sofa and she reaches out to undo my trousers and release my fully erect cock. She leans forward to roll back my foreskin and lick the purple knob, covering it sexily with her saliva. Then, swivelling as if getting into a sports car, she lifts her legs onto the sofa and lies back. Leaning down, I run my tongue over the moist silk mound of her pussy, making her moan and writhe as I find her clit. She pulls me round to suck my cock, rubbing my shaft and balls while I lick her wettening folds, and then pulling the black silk out of the way I finger those soft pussy lips, opening them up so I can tongue deeper. I feel her shudder with waves of uncontrollable lust, and she gasps to ask me to stop for a moment.
As we kiss passionately again, she grips my shaft and masturbates me while my fingers, under her blouse, fondle her breasts, the nipples now standing out fully aroused. Unbuttoning her, I kiss those nipples - sometimes roughly, sometimes delicately - through the thin silk of her bra. Then I undo the bra's clasp, letting the cool late afternoon air get to her tits, and another shudder runs through her.
She motions me to stand so she can roll down my trousers and pants, opening her red lips to suck the end of my swollen tool. Feeling a climax beginning to build, I pull her up to unfasten her skirt, and as she steps out of it I turn her around and make her kneel down on the sofa. Squeezing her ass and stroking the backs of her legs, I pull down her panties until they are just below her stocking tops. My cock is now rubbing her pussy between her legs and she moans softly as I rock backwards and forwards. She reaches between her legs and pushes it in, continuing to squeeze my balls and finger her clit as I start to fuck her. She gasps with every stroke as my invading cock's girth rubs against her clit and opens her pussy hole wider each time.
I fuck her slowly, enjoying every gasp and moan, then as her groans get more urgent, I accelerate the rhythm, then as I feel myself starting to come she lets out a loud sexy groan as a shattering orgasm grips her. I feel my cock pulse as it shoots hot spunk into her pussy, and just as I think I've shot my whole load, she pushes me away, lies back on the sofa and gestures me to kneel astride her face so she can suck every last drop of my cum.
As we sip another glass of wine, I caress her sexy, blushed tits and she rubs my softening cock. "It looks like you're short-staffed again", I say.
"We'll see how long that lasts", is her reply.
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