It’s the end of another busy day. I walk into your office to find you on a video call. My usual chair is set to the side, out of sight of your caller. As I wait, I use the time to get comfortable, and to tease you a little. You talk, your attention on the screen as I loosen the top of my dress in order to remove my bra. I love this dress, a mid-thigh electric blue double-breasted suit dress with a zipper instead of buttons. The fabric of the dress is just thick enough that I can get away without bra or panties. Down goes the zipper, just enough to let me reach behind and release the bra clasp. I pull off my bra without removing my top. I hold out the garment on one finger, catching your eye before dropping it to the floor.

I sit in the chair facing you, and slide the zipper of my skirt up, past the tops of my stocking garters, almost to the waist. I push my panties to the side, spreading my legs so that you can see my fingers playing with my clit before they slide inside my warm, wet pussy. Your concentration is on the screen in front of you, but I know you see me by the change in your breath, and the way your hand tightens on the pen you hold. I wait for your meeting to finish, so we can get on with ours.

Wrapping up your final comments, you shut down the computer before stepping over to me. The look in your eyes tells me that I have been naughty in the best of ways. Your mouth lands hot on mine, then on my neck and ear, a slow wet, caress. Your attention there makes the warm, boneless wanting run up my back, heat pooling in my belly, and I gasp as I arch into your touch.

“Take off the dress.”

Your eyes follow the zipper as I slide it down and the fabric falls to the sides. With a small step back, I shrug my shoulders and the whole thing falls to the floor, leaving me in just panties and garters.

“Beautiful.”

I love the sight and feel of your touch on my skin. I pirouette, as you drag your fingers along my waist and up my back, then change direction, and now it is your knuckles following my spine then around my hip, up my belly to my breast. I’m not sure which I like more, the feel of your hands and your mouth on my tits, beard just a little rough on the surface, or watching your face, the hunger and pleasure as you lick and suck. I can’t help the moan that escapes when you press them together, kiss and lick the valley between.

You straighten and start to unbutton your shirt. My hands cover yours.

“Let me help. You just have to ask.”

I take over. One button leads to the next, leads to your belt, to the button and fly of your jeans. A hand slides inside to palm the heaviness of your cock and pull it free. I push your pants and boxers down past your hips and you are naked, or nearly so. I would like time to explore, taste and touch you everywhere.

When your cock is free, a hand comes to the side of my face, into my hair. A little pressure directs me down.

“On your knees. Suck my cock.”

I fall to my knees, and we play for a few minutes that way. Fingers slide along my earlobe, then tighten my hair again, as I take you all the way in, then fall back a little, releasing the head with an audible pop. You take yourself in hand, slapping your cock on my tongue, before my hand wrapped around the base and I take you back in my mouth. A couple more strokes, just deep enough take my gag reflex, and I laugh around your cock. I stop and stand.

“I want you to fuck me.”

This is one of the games we play. You like to hear me ask for it.

“Tell me where. Where do you want it?”

“I want you in my pussy. Hard. Fast. Please.”

And I get it just the way I like it. You turn me and bend me over the chair I was teasing you from. The head of your cock slides into my wet, slick heat.

“You are so tight.”

One stroke, then two, and you set a demanding rhythm, hands on my hips to keep the chair from scooting across the floor. Pulling out just the tip, before driving into me, again and again. I will be sore tomorrow, the best kind of sore. The kind that will take me through the day thinking of this moment and you inside me.

“Let me come, please.”

“Are you ready?”

“Please. Now!”

“Take it!”

Two more hard strokes, and you press against me, lifting up my hips, so your shaft and balls drive against my clit, and my world flies apart. You groan and shudder, holding me tighter, as you spill.

Both breathing hard, we rest like this for a moment, still joined at the hip. My hands reach back to gently stroke your thighs as your hands travel my hips, my sides, taking my tits in hand, rolling the nipples, before pulling me upright. A final kiss to the nape of my neck, and a slap on the ass.

“Get dressed. There’s work to be done.”