I needed to accept that. Every morning I would get myself ready for work — find a dress that looked professional but also clung nicely to my curves, apply makeup, curl my hair, and spritz a small amount of slightly too sexy for work fragrance on the nape of my neck.
But his eyes lingered too long, and he trailed his fingers along my back when no one else was around. Nothing had really happened yet, but it was only a matter of time. I was completely in lust with him, with his dark hair and eyes, his broad shoulders, with the way he talked about struggling to fit into his new lifestyle because he still felt like a kid from a working class family playing pretend.
And so I fell into a routine of mostly being enamored and distracted. Today, like most days he walked in and greeted me. His knowing smile elicited a familiar tug between my legs that floated up through my stomach.
It was a long sleeved red sweater dress that hugged my curves but was loose enough to allow it to be short without looking obscene. It was the kind of outfit that would make a quick encounter very easy… which is what I spent most of my time fantasizing about.
My mouth hung open a bit in delight as I smiled back at him. The day flew by because all I did was daydream about various fantasies I wanted to recreate with Mr. As people started to leave for the day, I was confused to see him, too, in his overcoat. I was all wound up… for nothing. I may have to stay late and work alone, but I could at least enjoy myself. What a shame, I thought, trailing my fingers along the edge of his desk, this is the perfect height.
I could see why he liked this chair, it made me feel powerful. Sitting behind his desk made me feel powerful. I felt the same tug between my legs.
Carelessly I sat back and closed my eyes, running my hand up my thigh, pretending it was his large, masculine hand. I could feel how damp they were, it had been a long day of build up and no release. I deserve to be be a little reckless. His view would be excellent if he had bothered to stay. I leaned back as I began to slowly finger my clit. It was so relaxing to think about Jack doing this, so perfect. Jack was standing in front of me. He held my face in his hands, silently thinking for a long minute.
He continued to rub my neck with one of his hands while the other traveled to my crotch where he felt how wet I was. He smirked again as I unbuckled his pants and found a full on erection waiting for me. I took all of his cock into my mouth and felt the familiar adjustment my throat made to accept it. I used to think this would make me gag, but practice told me it actually supplied more liquid from the back of my throat, making the whole process easier, and more pleasurable for him.
The hand that suddenly tightened around my hair confirmed this. He grabbed my breasts roughly, bending me forward over the desk.
My only thought was, Yessss. He lifted the small amount of material covering my butt and entered me from behind. His cock was perfect. He thrust into me roughly, but rhythmically. With that, he gave my ass a hard smack. I screamed in surprise and he chuckled. This was even hotter than I imagined. He began thrusting harder, using one hand to position my hips and the other the massage my breast, occasionally pinching the nipple.
I told him I was about to cum and he moved his hand down to my pussy to finger my clit and guide me along. I felt his muscles tense up at the same time as mine. We laid there for a moment before he spoke.