Mark trudged into the office on an oddly blustery Friday in late May. After skimming through an endless sea of pointless emails, he turned his eyes to the to-do list on his big board. Right up top was “Confirm Hotel Reservations”. He’d asked Monica to finalize rooms for the conference weeks ago, but still hadn’t heard back.
Even though it was way too early for her to be at work, Mark decided to stroll by her desk on the way to grab coffee. The busty admin assistant had a charming smile that could definitely brighten up this gloomy day. As he made his way down the hall, he noticed the light was on in her cube and heard a squeaky office chair that raised his hopes higher. Maybe Monica would up for a coffee run herself.
She was facing away from her desk as Mark rounded the corner. A strap of her dress had slid off her shoulder and she appeared to be cupping her bare breast with the same arm, cell phone clutched with the other hand. This caused Mark to freeze up and he barely contained his mental gasp. He watched on as she carressed her large pale breast while seeming to enjoy the warm weight of it in her palm, taking a stream of titty selfies. Not prepared for this and knowing he would be incapable of speaking fluently with a throbbing hard on, Mark quietly stepped back down the hall before clearing his throat and returning to Monica’s desk.
“What are you doing here so early in a Friday?”, he asked a visibly flustered (and guilty looking) Monica. “Ah, um…. Good morning.”…. she began. “Nevermind, I should be asking myself the same question. You want to get coffee and talk about finalizing the hotel reservation for the upcoming academy?” Never one to turn down free coffee, Monica grabbed her umbrella and stood up, the hem of her dress sliding down from high on her thigh to its natural position just above her knees. He could’t help but wonder if she was taking more than just titty selfies.
The walk was short, but it was windy and wet. Monica’s umbrella kept her dry for the most part, but drops of rain co-mingled and ran down Monica’s smooth legs and caused her dress to cling to her thighs. Mark managed to keep the conversation on point and stressed how little time was left to finalize the event coordination.
“I know…rooms should have been booked long ago. But, the hotel contact doesn’t respond to emails and hardly ever picks up the phone.” Seeing that the the storm was subsiding, Mark suggested that the pair head across town to visit the place in person.
“Is Teresa in?”, Monica quizzed the concierge. They were quickly shown back to Teresa’s office and told to wait while she finished up speaking to the hotel Manager. While waiting, Mark’s eyes kept drifting between the thigh and breast cleavage of his coworker while they made small talk. He mentioned that he’d never stayed at this hotel and wasn’t sure if the Academy attendees would approve of the rooms or if he’d catch shit from them later. Monika flattened out her dress and was just about to respond when Teresa suddenly popped in, “Do you have a problem with our facilities?” Mark was the one caught off guard this time and had to apologize when he realized that part of his last statement had been overheard. “Just giving you a hard time! Relax! We have a block of 30 rooms ready for the date you requested and all we need to do is sign the contract. Would you like to see a standard king room before signing?”
Teresa’s phone rang just as she slid them the key to an open room that had just been cleaned. She waved at them to go on without her and mouthed that they should take their time. To Mark, it seemed like she winked. “Did she wink at us?”
The 5th floor hall was still cluttered with room service trays. Thankfully the room key worked and everything looked clean inside. He held the door for Monica to walk in and began to follow her inside. However the door swung back quicker than he anticipated and knocked Monica back into him as they stumbled inside. They both laughed at their clumsiness and unintended contact. Monica’s shoulder strap had once again started to slide down, reminding him of the morning sights. Mark reached out and slid a finger under the strap and lifted it back into position, once again apologizing. Monica’s mind flashed back to the morning too and she remembered how close she was to being caught. Or did she get caught…Mark seemed to be acting a bit different today. Without thinking it through, she eached up and caught his hand before he could pull it back, while he wasn’t still mid-apology. Mark always kept a professional distance, but his gaze gave clues to his feelings for her. She found him charming in that way. This was probably the only time he’d ever touch her, and certainly the only time in private. A familiar aching sensation began to pick up in her lower abdomen.
Her hand held his in place, just for an instant before letting go. Normally Mark would have just pulled away, but his mind was still on the morning show. Monica, arms by her side and silent, returned his hungry gaze as she felt him tugging the shoulder strap down. Neither spoke as Mark instinctively pulled her body in closer and pressed his lips against hers. His large palm cupping her bare breast, mimicking the way she carressed it during her morning play session. His free arm slid down under her tight ass and squeezed as he lifted her up onto the hotel room desk. Now Mark’s mouth was level with Monica’s pink nipple. It felt natural between his lips as he gently sucked. She gasped as his tongue felt hot against her bare skin.
His hands down her waist until they rested just above her knees. He guided her legs apart with only minor resistance, letting his thumbs drift as low between her thighs. Feeling her soft mound, he realized that she had been wandering around all morning without as much as a thin pair of panties between her pussy and the wind. Despite exposure to the elements, Monica’s pussy radiated heat and his shaft began to throb at the thought of cumming inside her. She encouraged Mark by sliding her own hand inside his suit pants and using his pre-cum to stroke him fully erect. He pulled his hands away from her hips and loosened his belt. Cock already glistening from her handy work, it’s girth dropped down between her legs. Monica reached for it just as Mark lowered a palm down between her spread thighs. His fingers traced up and down along her slick labia, then in circles making a large slick target for the tip of his cock, which the panting admin assistant guided closer. Mark’s hands lifted up the still damp skirt and gripped her waist. The head of his pulsating member parting Monica’s swollen slit as her hand guided him in deeper. He pressed Monica back until she was flat in the desk and lifted one of her ankles so that it rested on his shoulder, gripping the raised thigh and using it to pull her closer with each thrust. His pace quickened when he looked down and saw how Monica’s slick juices coated every inch of him. Meanwhile, his partner gave into the ceaseless pounding and shifted her hands from Mark’s chest back around to grip his ass and pull him in closer. This was the final straw and he couldn’t hold it any longer… streams of hot cum pulsed out, so much cum that it spilled out of Monica’s swollen pussy while it was still wrapped snug around Mark’s thick shaft. While he finished with a few long strokes inside his administrative assistant, they struggled to catch their breath, each trying make sense of how such a normal Friday ended up this way. Maybe they should also check out the hot tub?
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