I run a small software company, and although generally things tick over quite well, like every business we get some days better than others. This is about one particular day, which while starting off quite badly, turned out rather well.
“Fucking Hello Sharon” I say as the clock ticks over to 5 o’clock, “I told you I needed those forms completed today. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to stay until they’re done”.
It’s been one of those days. Nothing has gone right, and my patience is wearing a little thin. I asked her to finish those forms today, but it looks like she’s been spending too much time chatting to her friends on Facebook, again and filing her nails. Well groomed nails admittedly, but even so.
And now she’s obviously in a bad mood with me. I was wrong to swear, and I know it, but damn it, sometimes I have to remind my staff who’s the boss. This is, after all, my business, and I don’t care how damn sexy she looks in that little black skirt, and how many of the buttons on her top she’s undone, sometimes I’ve got to throw my weight around.
I want to go home myself, but of course now I’m going to have to stay to lock up once she’s finished. It’s 5, so everyone else has made a mad dash for the door, and here we are, alone, and stuck in this damn hot office while everyone else is on their way home, looking forward to enjoying the rest of the warm summer evening.
I reach up to my tie, undo it, and throw it on the desk while unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. Sometimes I envy the women in the office not having to wear a tie and long trousers on a day like today. Why is it that the air conditioning always breaks down on the hottest day of the year? Damned if I know.
Sitting at my desk I look over to Sharon. I can’t help thinking, not for the first time today, or even this hour if I’m honest, just how damn sexy she looks. I could sit here all day starring at her legs partly hidden under her desk – Sometimes I do if the truth be told. I play little games with myself and wonder whether she’s wearing tights or stockings… Of course it’s always stockings in my mind, but it’s very difficult to tell. Today, I’m sure I noticed the smallest peek of black stocking tops from the split in her skirt as she crossed her legs, but I can’t be sure, and dare not try to look too hard for fear of getting caught. After all, I’m over 10 years older. I’m sure she’d never be interested in an old man like me!
Well, maybe I should at least apologies for swearing. I know it was wrong, it’s just the damn heat – Not all of which is generated by the weather if I’m honest. I walk over to her desk and sit at the chair next to her.
“Listen, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to swear, it’s just that I was hoping we could get these forms completed today”. I hear myself say the words, but all I’m thinking about is her eyes, her hair, her breasts and her legs. “But it’s a nice evening” I continue, “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do, so why don’t we call it a day and we’ll wank about it tomorrow”.
Hang on a moment, I think to myself… Did I just say “wank”? I glance at Sharon, and see a small smile flicker across her face. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean wank” I say, “I meant worry about it, We’ll worry about it tomorrow, that’s what I should have said”, and then, without thinking, I make things even worse by saying “Sorry, my mind was somewhere else”.
My mind was somewhere else?! What the bloody hell am I thinking saying something like that?! If I’d just let it go it would have been far less embarrassing for both of us, but now she knows I was thinking something sexual, and when I’m sat this close to her, it’s pretty obvious what I’ve been thinking about.
And then, something comes over me. I didn’t plan for this to happen, but the fact is that, with the help of a Freudian slip, I fear I’ve made it clear how I think about her. In for a penny, in for a pound as I’ve always thought, and what’s the worst that can happen? I make a pass at she and she either storm out the office, or she laughs in my face, neither one would be especially nice, but then again, neither would kill me. I pluck the courage up, and under the pretence of muttering something about the heat in the office, I timidly place a hand on her knee. Half expecting her to stand up and shout at me, but knowing that if I don’t do it now, I never will.
She jumps slightly as my hand rests on her knee, but otherwise she makes no immediate movement to repel my advances. I look up at her and gently squeeze her knee. A slight smile again flicks across her face. Taking this to be a good sign, I slowly learn closer towards her with the intention of kissing her. As I move towards her I notice, almost unbelievably, that she’s also closing the gap between us. It feels like a small electric shock as our lips touch for the first time, and I feel the softness of her lips on mine. Parting my mouth slightly I allow my tongue to flick out, and almost immediately it meets hers doing the same. Softly at first our tongues start to play with each other, while my hand, still resting on her knee starts to gently massage her as it very slowly moves on up her leg.
Our kisses become harder and more vigorous with each passing minute, our lips and tongues as one as they play, tickle and tease each other, the pressure getting harder with each passing minute as our excitement builds. My hand continues to slide its way up her leg, and it’s not long until my stocking vs. tights question is answered. Halfway up her thigh, my hand comes in contact with warm, bare skin, and almost immediately I feel my cock harden with the thought of her stocking covered legs, and her inviting panties above.
At almost the same time, I feel her hand come to rest on the bulge in my trousers, and although I didn’t think it possible, I feel myself getting even harder, and bigger. I feel her moan slightly into my mouth as my hand continues its way up her leg, and finally comes in contact with soft, warm and slightly moist lace held in place tightly between her thighs.
Breaking from the kiss for a moment, I sweep my hand over her desk, knocking paper work, pens and a telephone to the floor, before picking her up and placing her on the desk. As I stand, she parts her legs slightly allowing me to stand between them, my hard cock held in my trousers rubbing up against her lace covered pussy. Kissing again I return my hand to her thigh, moving my fingers upwards until they again come in contact with lace, where they stay for the moment, playing with her pussy through her panties.
The feeling of warm, damp lace under my fingers is almost too much to bear, and dropping to the floor, I kneel between her legs, my hands pushing her skirt up her legs. I move my hands to her thighs and gently place her right leg over my shoulder before moving my hands to her bottom and gripping her firmly as I start to kiss and nibble her inside thigh, just above her stocking tops. Slowly my kisses move the short distance between the top of her stockings, and the moist lace covering her soaking pussy, until finally I’m kissing and nibbling directly at her panties. Hearing her moan I move one had from her bottom, and pull the lace to one side, finally allowing my tongue to come in contact with her pussy for the first time. As it does so, her body shakes slightly, and I greedily pull her closer with the hand still gripping her bottom.
My lips and tongue continue to play with her, and I feel her wetness dripping from my lips and chin. The hand holding her panties to one side now joins my tongue to delight and tease her pussy. There is almost no resistance as my fingers slip inside her for the first time, gently at first, but deeper and harder as she rhythmically thrusts her pussy onto my hand and face, and all the time I continue to kiss, nibble and lick her.
Faster and harder I pump my fingers inside her, occasionally holding them inside her pussy while tickling her deep inside with my finger tips before almost completely withdrawing my hand, sliding it up to join my lips kissing and licking her cliterous, before trusting inside her again. With each penetration a moan escapes her lips as she rives under my hand and her hands tightly grip the back on my head and pull me closer to her.
And then, just as my fingers are at their deepest, she lets out the loudest moan yet and I feel her pussy clamp down on my hand. I hold my hand still while tickling the inside of her pussy with my fingers as she pulls my head as close as she can to herself, almost as if she wants my whole body inside her.
After a few minutes, her body relaxes, and tugging at me slightly it’s obvious she want me to stand. As soon as I do her hands snake out for the zip in my trousers, undoing my button and unzipping my trousers in a feverish manner. Almost immediately her hands reach inside my black boxer shorts, and finally I feel the pleasure of her bare skill against my throbbing cock as she lowers my boxer shorts while running her hand up and down the length of my cock.
Pressing into me, with her legs wrapped around my lower back and bottom and tightly holding my hard cock in her hand, she starts to rub it against her pussy though her panties, occasionally pulling her panties to one side with her other hand as she runs the tip of my cock along the soaking entrance of her pussy. Every now and again she allows my cock to spread her pussy as it enters her by half an inch or so, before withdrawing it and continuing to rub it along her dampness. Each time this happens we both moan with pleasure, and it’s all I can do from stopping myself thrusting deep inside her.
But she’s got other things on her mind. Quickly getting off the desk, she pushes me down into the chair behind me. Ducking her head, and while still holding me tightly in a fist her tongue snakes out and licks my tip, her tongue smearing saliva over my tip as her fist continues to slowly pump up and down the length of my cock. She looks up at me again, smiling, and whispers something about wanting me to cum deep in her mouth.
As her hand reaches the base, she opens her mouth and slowly, very slowly she uses her hand to guide me into her mouth, her tongue playing with me while her lips hold me tight. I moan and close my eyes as the pleasure starts to build inside me. Slowly at first, but getting faster, her head moves up and down along my length, her hand still holding me tight and guiding me into her.
I am unable to do anything other than sit back on the chair, and enjoy the ecstasy she’s giving me, she is holding me quite tightly in one hand, and playing with me with her tongue.. One minute holding me tight, and licking my cock as it rubs against her cheek, the next taking me into her mouth, and softly sucking me while her tongue does things to me I can’t describe and couldn’t previously imagine.
It’s my turn to moan, and as I look down at her I see that her other hand is held between her legs as she presses her hand hard against her soaking panties. I can clearly see the damp lace stretched tight over her crotch as her fingers rub and fondle herself through her panties. The sight of her playing with herself while simultaneously pleasuring me with her mouth is almost too much to bear, and I can’t help but reach down, one hand holding her head, the other reaching down to her breast which I begin to kneed first though her blouse, and then skin to skin as I slip my hand inside.
Faster and faster her head bobs up and down. I close my eyes again in pure ecstasy, and cradle her head in my hands as she takes my length fully into her mouth, tickling me with her tongue as she does everything in her power to bring me to orgasm in her mouth. Her hair gently brushing my chest and legs with every downward movement.
My hands reach down again and try to unbutton her blouse, but am finding it difficult to get the coordination correct. In a fit of passion I simply hold each side of it, and pull apart quickly, buttons flying off in all directions revealing her ample breasts covered by a small, white lace bra.
All the time she continues to lick me as she moves her head up and down. Occasionally looking up at me and smiling, or at least doing the best at smiling while she’s got her lips wrapped around a hard cock. She reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor between us. My hands are immediately upon her, playing with her nipples one moment, before moving outwards and running up and down from the sides of her breasts to her hips and back up again.
She’s still kneeling between my legs, but starts to move closer to me as she kneels up, her breasts now level with the hand holding me so tightly as her legs part further by the action of moving closer. She releases my cock from her mouth and presses it between her breasts, as I reach down and push her breasts together, enveloping my length between them. I start pumping my hips as I feel myself sliding up and down between her breasts. At the top of each pump she pushes her chin against her chest, and her tongue flicks out to tease me, barley brushing me before I disappear between her breasts again.
Looking down at her, I again see her other hand moving rhythmically against her panties. Her fingers start to push the gusset of her panties to one side and I see her circle her cliterous with a finger before the finger disappears from sight, hidden up to the knuckle by the moist tunnel enveloping it. The sensations she is giving me, together with the sight of her masturbating while doing so brings me closer and closer to climax.
I’m very close to cumming, and sensing this she starts to move her fingers against and inside herrself faster and harder while with her other hand she once again takes my length inside her mouth. I grab her hair and pull her down onto me, while at the same time my hips jerk upwards and I feel the indescribable pleasure of cumming deep in her mouth, pumping my hot cum down her throat as we both moan and rive. It feels like I’ll never stop cumming as I continue to orgasm in her mouth. She pulls me out of her mouth just in time for my last spurt as I cover her face and hair with my final cum.
And then it’s over. I’m spent, and collapse in a useless heap, opening my eyes and looking lovingly at her, cum dripping from the corner of her mouth, her cheek, her chin and her hair. She runs a finger over her chin, and then slowly and sensually lick it. “Mmmm… Tastes good” she says.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61ghfs/mf_working_late