**Human Heat**
“I didn’t think it would take this long. I am *very* sorry,” Jack swept his brow with the back of his hand, covering momentarily the projector’s blinding light.
“Oh, no worries. Take all the time you need,” replied Margarette, undoing her bun.
“Once again I am terribly sorry,” Jack exhaled almost out of breath. He stood in front of the long conference table, with this trousers by his ankles, as he continue to thrust his hips.
“Nonsense!” replied Margarette. “I think I speak for everyone when I say we all needed a break,” she said shaking her head. She laid at the end the long wooden table with her long and curly disheveled red hair sprawled over the team meeting notes and her calves against Jack shoulders.
“I really appreciate you doing this, Margarette.” Jack held his boss’s pale and broad thighs below the black lace band of her hold-ups stockings. The rhythmic clapping sound of flesh against flesh echooing throughout the conference room. “It’s so nice to finally have you back to the team.”
“Aw, I am also glad to be back to the office, even if it’s just for a couple of hours,” Margarette gasped in a high-pitched tone. Her bouncy generous bosom was barely kept in place underneath her long sleeve white blouse by her matching brassiere, as she continue to be pounded.
“Well, I really appreciate it.”
“It’s really not a problem. *I promise,*” she chuckled, suppressing half a moan. “We all know how *tense* things can get this time of the year… Just like you did right by the ‘brand awareness’ slide. One could’ve hardly dismiss that.”
“What can I say?” said Jack, picking up his pace. “That’s a lovely low cut blouse. Pregnancy did certainly suit you well.”
“*Thanks!* moaned Margarette, arching her back. “It does certainly make breast pumping easier,” she confessed unbuttoning her blouse. “I don’t think I recall them being *this* big since Jaime.”
“I see. I don’t think I was around, then,” Jack grunted. “I always have a wank before a presentation, it does help me relax and avoid any kind of unexpected *inconvenience.* I guess given the circumstances, this time around *that alone* wasn’t enough. I just couldn’t help but to notice how much *fuller* your breasts had gotten since we last spoke.”
“Well, lucky for *you*, we’re in the middle of the *Heat* and I am *more than happy* to help.” Margarette’s fully unbuttoned blouse slid down her arms revealing her freckled shoulders. The belly-rolls on her pale flat tummy were partially covered by her pulled up pencil-skirt. “I filled a bottle and a half before lunch, so I am counting on not making a huge mess right now. But one never knows,” she panted, cupping her heavy breasts over her black lace nursing bra in an almost fruitless attempt to keep them from wobbling.
“You can have my hanky,” said Jack, hugging his boss’s legs against his chest with one arm as he reached for his back pocket. “Just in case.”
“You’re such a polite young man. *Fuck!* Please… just *keep* going like *that!*” said Margarette bitting her crimson lower lip as she accepted the gift.
Jack obliged trying to replicate the exact same pace, force and angle.
“I gotta be honest, after having twins, it’s nice to feel being stretched during sex *once again.*
“*Oh,* but you don’t strike me as loose *at all!*” His face blushed more out of modesty than exhaustion. “Quite the contrary, actually.”
“Oh dear, don’t try to be so *unpretentious.* I may be quite diligent with my daily fair share of kegels, but the entire room *and* London witnessed how *well* endowed you are. Truth be told, that’s the reason *why* I so eagerly came to your aid in the middle of the presentation. *Mmmm… such a grower and so much stamina!*” Margarette bit on his handkerchief trying to muffle her moaning.
“I think I may be closing in now,” panted Jack, hugging her knees with both legs over his left shoulder. “Do you want me to finish outside?”
“*Oh no!* Honey, you don’t want to ruin my new skirt, *do you?* Please, *by all means,* finish inside whenever you’re ready,” said Margarette licking her heart and annular fingers. “I hope you don’t mind I do, *too!*” she gasped as she went full DJ on her rouge prominent hood.
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It’s the beginning of July and that means one thing and one thing only: the start of the annual human mating season.
On this parallel Earth, humans evolved to be fertile only for one month. During *Heat*, as it’s generally referred to, the libido of every sexually matured adult increases exponentially as the air is filled pheromones. It is often the case that two individuals are so attracted to each other that they just can’t help it but to succumb to their primal urges.
To maintain peace and order in this post-industrial civilization there are unspoken rules in place, that for 28 calendar days, allow people to drop their daily activities to engage in consensual intercourse wherever and whenever they see fit.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kg7rj8/human_heat_fmexh
I love this story! It’s a fun little idea.