He could still smell her in his office. Wrong to say her, Mary. The smell was the residue of their union right here. He could feel the ache of want, like a vacuum in his groin.
He’d been working late, considering packing up when he heard the lift. It was only midnight, could be someone leaving. Awaiting the pc to shut down she took him by surprise. “Company?” Wearing a long beige woolen coat he could still peak cleavage at the lapel. The room was filled with her fragrance, part light floral scent part deep musky passion. He sat back in his chair as her knee escaped the opening, bare thigh pale in the stark lighting. Her hand released the front, splendor.
The vision devoid of shadows, the lighting bright almost medical. Mary recognized her reflection in the windows, set a little shimmer as she considered who could be watching. She looked down her body, pale contrasted with the black lingerie. Meh, thighs could be firmer, tummy tauter but she knew the effect she had on him. He fell back in his seat, loosened his tie “let me” and she placed her heeled foot between his legs. As she unbuttoned his collar she watched his eye flick from hers down to her crotch. Her leg up she was aware of her vulnerability as his hand ran up her thigh to her shiver. His forefinger ran over the satin gusset, already damp and hot.
They’d met the some years ago. Conversations, none wanting to stop. Both had reservations, office romances a disaster. It changed with the kiss at the Xmas party. Nothing then but it lit a fuse. Then they we’re together. Prior, Mary was a bit of a bitch.
She unbuttoned his shirt, lifting him to standing before peeling it over his shoulders and dropping her coat. They embraced, one of his hands cupped her bum, the other combed through her hair as he drew their mouths together. She fingered his pants open and they dropped like a stage curtain, they laughed as he stepped out of his shoes, underwear and pants as a single unit.
Over time their bonds grew, what they could get from the other to complete them taken greedily.
They re-embraced, his need apparent between them, urgent. She grasped his length, smiled and lowered to her knees. He shivered as her exhalation tickled his pubic hair and his length was deliciously devoured. She got so wet giving blow jobs she held his hip with one hand the other cupped her crotch, the heel of her palm rubbing circles on her whole mound, the indirect pressure sensual. His hands loosely trailed through her hair. He watched their joined forms in the office windows. Four couplings. He tensed, he had to have her. Now.
He raised her by her shoulders, savoring his own taste in a kiss, motioning her back on the desk. He raised her leg and ran a hand Dow the stockings, prominent calf, strong knee and heavy thighs. Parted he ducked beneath the leg before diving in, forming a suction trumpet and taking the generous labia from the opening and sliding his mouth up, sucking in new and depositing slick lips behind. She was so wet. At the target of her need he let cool office air into is suction, adding to the shiver before honing in with the form tinge she craved. She lifted her legs, pulling her knees up. “Fill me!” She growled.
It was noted that when they were together they were better people. More caring, calm and tolerant.
He stood face glistening in the hard light, he took his cock and pumped running is other hand through her. He then lunged into the desk, propelling her up, undulation from impact waving into her ample breasts. He’s started a withering staccato, the desk creaking, their coupling manic. She whimpered as his naked body slapped her groin. He held first her shoulders and more urgently her throat pummeling her. His need set her over and she yelled. His groaned response joined contractions deep in his torso, seed unleashed deep in her.
They lay grasping each other, he still deep in her, twitching, her panting, tummy clenching in post orgasm relaxation.
“Honey, it’s time to go” Mary’s husband grinned in the office doorway jingling car keys. “George, ok?” They locked eyes, smiles unwavering. Carlos knew Mary needed this. Not every day, sometimes not every week. But without it, sheesh, bear with a sore head. George clambered off Mary and pulled her to her feet, planted a playful tap on her ass “off home with you Mary, delightful as always”. She pulled on her coat, grin straining her lips as she kissed Carlos. “I’m ready”.
END
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