I had him in my office cause there were other people in the main office. I have always had a couch in here, nothing special, and a TV that is always on with the sound off.

The guy, Paul, was probably mid 30s and deliciously handsome, six feet-ish, nice body, not a body builder but hung. I mean hunk.

He sat on the couch instead of a chair and I was in my desk chair. Royal blue fitted dress, mid-thigh length and heels. We talked and when I crossed my legs his gaze jumped to my thighs and to my breasts and back to my eyes. I didn’t change my position but could see him angling for a second view, which I coyly denied him.

I had to get up to get something and he watched intently as my legs uncrossed and I stood up. I adjusted my skirt while in motion and got the paperwork from the copier. I sat next to him on the couch.

I handed him the copy of the lease. I crossed my legs again, obviously he couldn’t see up my skirt, but I did not pull my skirt down like I usually do so he had a generous view of my thighs, not too much, not overdoing things, but still demure. Sort of. We agreed on some changes and when I got up to get to my desk, (two steps) his gaze followed my rear. I caught him as I turned around quickly.

I stood before him. “You are looking at me.”

He stammered, “Well, not really.”

“NOT REALLY! You don’t find me attractive???”

“I do. You are beautiful!”

“Thank you.” My face a pout.

I told him he has a nice body and his face got red. In the middle of this Barb and Linda stuck their heads in the door. “We are going to lunch.”

I sat next to him and handed him the new copy. I uncrossed my legs one way and turned my body to him and crossed my legs the other way, shifting my hips so I was close, facing him sideways. I made no attempt to adjust my skirt to cover myself. It rode up my thighs. I rocked my foot, my legs squeezing nicely.

Again I told him he has a nice body, and I let my hand fall to his trousers. I squeezed a bit and my nails pushed against him through his slacks. He was growing visibly hard under his slacks, and I leaned into him and quickly grazed his penis area. He groaned in pleasure, probably disbelief.

“We don’t have much time.” I told him to lie down and pull his pants down. I stood up, pulled my dress to my hips and pulled off my panties. I got on top and straddled him, my knees sinking into the couch. His penis was straight up, rock hard and ample.

I held the tip to my opening and moved it around a bit to get the tip wet. I pushed the head inside me then sunk my body onto his and he completely filled me. He groaned and I moaned in pleasure. I fucked him with long strokes for a while and he moved with me. He was ready to cum so I ground Ms. Puss against him and rocked, sending a nice orgasm through my body. My moans and flood of cum put him over the edge, and he groaned and ejaculated inside me. I could feel the wet of it.

We stayed together but I was leaking onto him, so I got up and with my skirt still bunched up around my hips ran for my desk drawer where I had paper towels. Right in front of him, my skirt still bunched, I squatted, legs open and wiped myself.

“Your cunt is gorgeous.”

“Your cock is gorgeous too!”

He pulled his pants up and I put my underwear back on just as Barb and Linda came back from lunch. Thank God they didn’t come into my office but went about their work.

Paul hurriedly signed the lease and got ready to leave. I looked at him and told him that was fun.

“Dumb time to ask but are you on birth control?”

“No, I have a girlfriend so we don’t need it.”

His face was in shock.

“But I am safe this week.”

Big sigh of relief. I ushered him out and he said his polite goodbyes to the others and left.

Just another day at the office!

Just Another Day at Home

Gosh, I don’t know what got into me. Beth was home, in shorts, probably the last day for shorts this year. I walked in, slumped shoulders kind of walk, dropped my purse on the living room rug, and fell into Beth’s arms. She felt so nice. She was wearing just the shorts and a T. Braless. She usually skips underwear around the house. I checked by slipping my fingers in her waistband. Nope!

We kissed and rubbed noses.

“We need wine,” I said.