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It was late. Storm clouds hung in the air, each adding another dark textured layer to the night sky. A flash of lightning illuminates all around for the briefest of moments before the deep rumble of thunder and darkness descends once more. Heavy rain pounds relentlessly against the floor to ceiling office windows, the bustling city swarming below. Building lights span as far as the eye can see, the red streak of blurred taillights painting a vivid picture as people feverishly rush to get out of the deluge. Above the glare of my computer screen I look out over the quiet office. The sensor-activated lighting has slowly transformed the office into a patchwork of light and dark. Only three workstations remain lit, the stark lighting in contrast to the quietness that circles all around. Of these one was of particular interest, the others however were becoming a nuisance. Over on the left, Jackson in Accounts I knew. Despite being married with kids, his working hours would have suggested anything other. It definitely felt as though he was more committed to his job but thankfully he was like clockwork. Arrival and departure always bang on and a quick glance at the time in the corner of screen told me that I’d be down to two in a matter of minutes. The other I hadn’t accounted for. Roberts. Chris Roberts. He had joined Operations only a few months back from a close competitor. Not working that frequently with that department, I only knew of him but not what made him tick. Christ knew why he was here at this time as no-one in Operations ever stayed late. But with every passing minute becoming more torturous, direct action was required. Punching his name into the work telephone directory I bring up his number and reach for the phone. As expected Jackson slipped past my office door, umbrella in hand several minutes later. Thankfully closely followed by Roberts. Giving him a nod I wish him on his way before turning my eyes back to my screen. Finally, we were down to one. The only one that really mattered. I clock her the moment she starts to work her way to my office. The sound of her heels are prominent in the office now eerily quiet, devoid of the usual murmur of phone and work conversations. Pushing myself back from my ‘L’ shaped desk, I recline in the leather office chair, watching as she quickly finds her way to my office door. My smile grows as my eyes fall upon her. Despite my open door, she playfully knocks, the subtle roll of her bottom lip not going unnoticed as she leans against the doorframe. My warm eyes dance over her as she smiles and huskily whispers, “Evening.” “Evening,” I respond in a gravelly tone. She was beauty personified. Attractive, confident and assured. Her eyes are like pearls, piercingly stunning with an amazing ability to swallow you whole. Shoulder length hair framed her beautiful face. Skin like silk. And that smile. One that could melt hearts and mine was no exception. A soft plum coloured blouse and light grey pencil skirt, dark nylons and heels make up her business attire. Simple but deliciously effective, the blouse tucked into her skirt porno hikayeler that accentuates her hourglass body. Her heels elongate her silky nylon legs. Curves in all the right places, she had a body to catch the eye of every red blooded male and turn many a female green with envy. As if instinctually knowing this, she places a hand on her hip, a slight kink in her leg in that typical model pose. A playfully raise of her eyebrows ensues knowing full well my eyes are upon her. Not that I hadn’t seen her already today. I had clocked her the moment she had arrived just as I did every day. The little glances across the office and whispered words as I stopped by to drop off that paper for review, all adding flames to the fire. A fire that hadn’t gone out since it was unexpectedly lit all those weeks ago. There had been that spark the moment we met, an animal attraction and a connection the like I had never felt before. Things didn’t happen instantly yet as fate continued to throw us together the intensity of our attraction soon became too much. Our resistance faltered and we succumbed to our wanton desires. A whirlwind of lust ensued. The sex was wild, insatiable and seemingly knowing no bounds. The ramifications could be severe yet the danger and need for secrecy only added fuel to the fire. Stolen moments, scribbled notes and secret rendezvous; she had become my oxygen without which I found it hard to breathe. Like addicts, we sought our next hit, our hunger only quelled for the merest of moments before cravings took hold. In a secret world of intimacy the simmering sexual tension ebbed and flowed with delicious but some times torturous effect. All the while the embers burnt within, never going out and always seeking the merest of sparks to ignite into something more. She giggles softly, her warm smile growing as she moves into my office. Her heels echo with each step and there’s a devilishly hypnotising sway of her hips. “So, what did you say to Chris?” she asks as she saunters around the desk. I twist in my chair as she leans back against the desk, perching her cute behind on the edge, her hands gripping the side. My eyes dance as she stretches out her legs. Her familiar sweet perfume intoxicates me. “Why, what did he say?” I enquire as I enjoy the sight of her shapely breasts within the plum blouse. “Just that you had phoned and told him to get his ass out of here,” she giggled, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “I merely promoted the company work-life principles,” I answer as I roll my chair between her heels. “Very considerate of you,” she responds with a small purr as she glances down at me. A mischievous sparkle lights those amazing eyes as she arcs her back, her bosom lifting as she does so. “Duty of care to give my employees what they want,” I tease suggestively as I lift my hands to her thighs. “Really!” she playfully retorts, pressing herself up against my caressing hands. “He said has been working on the material for the Jefferson deal,” I continue as I allow my thumbs to lightly circle. “Yeah that’s right. He’s been seks hikayeleri over quite a bit during the last week. Can’t work out if he’s just trying to make a good impression or trying it on,” she answers, shifting slightly as my hands caress her thighs through her pencil skirt. “Seems like he has good taste then,” I answer as my hands slip up to the dip of her waist. A little tug is enough to pull her to her feet. She wobbles slightly on her heels yet my hold is firm as I pull her close. “Missed me?” She giggles as my hands slip around and feel her peachy, ripe bottom. “Do I need to answer that?” I playfully retort, my head just below her bosom. Skilled fingers expertly find the skirt’s secluded zipper. She purrs and runs fingers through my hair, playing with tufts. A gentle pull and the sound of the zipper cuts through the air, her skirt becoming instantly looser as it slips over her hips. “Seems so but the flash of the old wedding ring tends to do it’s job,” she teases, looking down at me, our eyes catching as the words spill from her glossy lips. I tug at the zip further and, with a little wriggle, like a knife through butter the offending material slides over her hips, glides down her legs and lands in a crumbled heap around her heels. “Oh my!” An audible gasp as I feast on the sight of her partially blouse-covered black lace skimpy panties that barely cover her sex. And, instead of nylons, much to my pleasant surprise, there’s black stockings. Intricate lace tops with miniature ruby red bows embroided into the sensual material cling elegantly to the top of her wonderful thighs. The design matches that of her panties. She giggles some more. “I went shopping.” “Mmm, I can see,” I growl, enjoying the sight of the intricate lingerie that only adds to the heavenly body within. “So it worked, the wedding ring?” I ask, running my hands over her legs. I enjoy the change of contrast under my fingertips, the delicate silk of her dark stockings giving way to the exquisite lace and beyond before fingers find the warmth of her thighs. Her skin feels like silk as I softly massage the spot of nakedness above the top of her stockings. My touch is enough to cause her to purr softly. “Works in most cases,” she teases as my hands slip back up over her pert bottom, following the heavenly curves and contours. “Talking of which,” I say and bring my hands to her front, unbuttoning the bottom button of her blouse, enough that my hand can slip up to nestle on her lace covered breast. A gentle squeeze and fond caress as of her bosom, and her grip on the desk increases as fingers dance across her pebbling nipple. “So how late am I going to be then?” she asks huskily with a suggestive roll of her lip. “Make the call,” I answer, deliberately avoiding the specific question. My hands journey south once more, thumbs hooking under the slender straps of her panties. With her loosened blouse slipping off her shoulders, I lower my mouth and lightly kiss her waist, her shudder enough to tell me her reaction. A gentle butterfly kiss, sensual and soft, one followed by another, sex hikayeleri followed by another. I hear her reach for the desk phone as her breathing quickens. Phone pressed to her ear, I can still hear the dial tone as my lips kiss her waist. A light lick of my tongue between the fluttering wings of each tender kiss, my mouth ever so slowly travels south. The dial tone is broken by the sound of the connection and then a muffled male voice. “Hey there,” she says as my eyes glance up to hers. She watches me, a naughty smile upon her lips as I continue to kiss her. All the while my thumbs toy with the straps of her panties. “You okay?” He answers. I can’t make out every word but don’t care. Her aroma and scent, so exquisitely intoxicating, fuels the growing animal inside. My mouth is so close I feel my chin brush against her panties. She leans into the desk that bit more as she listens to his words. The devil in me enjoys the delicious tease, imagining her growing torment. “Sorry, yep, stuck at the office again,” rolls off her tongue so easily these days. Again a playful flash of her eyes finds my head nestling between her thighs as he airs his frustration. I glance up at her, looking beyond the rise and fall of her heaving bosom. Her hand comes across the receiver as she mouths, “Stop it.” Yet she knows it is too late. Just as I can see the stormy lust in her pupils, I know she can sense my hunger, the need and want eating me up from the inside. “I know but we need to get this deal done,” she continues in an attempt to pacify his concerns as I begin to peel the slender straps of her panties from her thigh, a sensual, slow reveal as the delicate lace clings to her flower before finally coming free. Her sex is so delicious, her petals blossoming under her neatly trimmed pubic hair. I lower her panties until I can push them to the floor with my shoe, allowing her to step free as my hands slip to her thighs. Closing my eyes I lower my mouth between her thighs, savouring her sweet scent, knowing she can feel the heat of my every breath upon her. Tenderly I tease my mouth closer, finally bringing it against her and kissing. I feel her thighs tense and the she rises on her toes as I softly kiss her tender flower. Her petals moist and swollen, I lightly kiss them, all the while listening to the muffled backdrop of a voice at the other end of the line. “Mmm a few of us,” she musters, trying to remained composed.Lifting my lips from her, I look up, smiling as I see the flush colour of her cheeks. She glances down at me, her ear pressed to the receiver as she listens whilst trying to steady her breathing. Sitting back up on the edge of the desk, she kicks off a heel and then the other, all the while her eyes upon me. Raising one leg she rests her foot on my armrest. The other follows suit and I quickly find myself encased between her stocking clad legs, eyes drawn up the silk and beyond the lace to her glistening, fresh flower. My hands fall upon her legs, tracing up from her ankle and shapely contours of her calves, travelling north and savouring the sensual texture of the lace under my palms. “It needs to be submitted by noon tomorrow or else,” she continues as I lower my mouth to the top of her inner thighs, sensual lips softly teasing as I place small butterfly kisses on her exposed flesh. “Yeah it’s my bosses boss.