He saw her thumbing through a stack of vinyl inside the local record store. He noticed that she preferred the "pre-loved" albums and gravitated toward the "Oldies" section. She was the only customer in the store, and her short red knit dress covered her shapely figure while accentuating her ample bosom and firm round buttocks. He also saw that that the clerk minding the store had not blinked, staring awkwardly as she browsed through the musical offerings.

Gregg suppressed the urge to walk over and turn her around by the waist and plant a solid kiss right on her lips. That might be seen as too forward and ruin any chance later. He was determined to follow the unwritten rules, but the heat under his belt was clouding his judgment and pushing him toward conquest.

Melissa saw him walk in the door because the bells tied around the door handle gave a loud clanging when it opened. She glanced up momentarily at the interruption. She could hear Joni Mitchell over the speakers singing one of her favorites - "A Case of You" from the Blue album.

She tapped her foot and continued to thumb through the stack, pausing on each record to appreciate the cover art and determine whether it deserved a place in the copious collection back at home. As she perused, she could feel his gaze drifting over her body, and she felt herself flush with excitement. She could hear his footsteps in slow motion as he strolled toward her. He was wearing a pin striped, gray suit with black leather wingtips sporting a mirror polish. He looked like the chairman of the board and carried himself accordingly. His confidence was attractive, and the clacking of his heels was enticing as he neared.

As he stood next to her, he took the opportunity to look down at her cleavage and licked his lips. She looked up at him and saw the fire in his eyes.

"Looking for anything specific?" he asked her as he started flipping through the stack next to hers.

"Nothing specific - just anything that speaks to me," she answered as she looked back down at the covers but not really paying attention. Her mind was racing. She wondered how far she would be willing to take this.

He drew in a deep breath and stated matter-of-factly, "Well, I'm speaking to you. Might you be looking for me?"

She giggled and blushed at his feeble attempt at a pickup line. She wondered if he thought that it was going to be that easy. She flipped her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder and gave him the side-eye as she shot back, "Talking and speaking are not the same thing. You may be talking to me, but that doesn't necessarily mean we are speaking."  With that retort, she briskly turned away from him and moved to the next stack - putting a little distance between them.

Undeterred, he closed the space between them again. He whispered so the clerk could not hear him, "You are not going to make this easy, are you? I only have an hour for lunch, and our place is 10 minutes away."

Her tone was firm and defiant. "You know the rules, you have to woo me. Cheesy pickup lines are not going to be enough! I need you to sweep me off my feet."

As Joni sang out her truth, she thought she really could drink a case of him right now.

The clerk could see their intimate whispering and realized that today was not going to be his day, so he focused his attention on examining a new batch of arrivals to affix a price sticker. Gregg decided to change course and moved around her to a few bins, fervently flipping through the selections. She saw him snatch up an album and walk over to the clerk.

"Can you play this for me, so I can hear if there are any skips?" he asked the clerk as he handed him the sleeve.

She couldn't see what it was, but her interest was piqued. She looked down before he could see she was watching, to pretend she was not paying any attention to what he was doing. It was then she heard the piano keys resound with deliberate strikes. Gregg had chosen wisely.

He started to walk back toward her with a smile on his face and asked her, "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Gregg and I work around the corner. I like to come here on my lunch break and look for a bright spot in an otherwise repetitive existence. Do you like Jackson Browne?"

She smiled widely and answered him, "Hi Gregg, I'm Melissa. It's nice to meet you, and yes - I love Jackson Browne. He speaks to my soul."

"Yes!" Gregg thought to himself. His gambit had paid off, and he got his foot in the door. He pondered his next words carefully. "Would you let me make this song become a reality for us?"

She latched on to his thought. "Are you talking about falling asleep at a traffic light, or making love until our strength is gone? Which one is it?"  She playfully pulled her dress down off one shoulder, lowered the cup of her bra, and let one plump tit pop out for him.

"I'm thinking the latter," he whispered. "We can go back to my office if you like. We can lock ourselves in while everyone else is out for lunch."

Melissa nodded her head, stuffed herself back into her dress, and slipped her hand into his. She felt the tingle run up her arm and around her entire body. Gregg slipped his other hand around her waist and led her toward the door. As they rounded the end of the aisle, he let his hand wander down over her ass and gave it a playful squeeze. She scampered hurriedly toward the door. They both saw the clerk’s countenance drop as he realized what was happening.

In unison they both said, "Thank you, bye!" as Gregg opened the door and Melissa shuffled outside. Gregg literally worked around the corner, and it took no more than a minute or two for them to walk into the multi-story building and start making out in the elevator heading up to the twelfth floor." He pressed her against the mirrored back wall and cupped her face with both hands as they locked lips. They were both panting and she let her hands explore his muscled backside. The bell tone informed them that they had arrived, and they quickly broke their embrace. As the doors slid open, she tossed her hair and pulled her dress down back over her hips where it had ridden up.

They walked out of the elevator and turned down the hall. Gregg's office was located past the receptionist's desk and had a picture window that looked out over the city below. Gregg led her inside by the hand and spun her playfully as if they were dancing. Melissa giggled at his attention, and pushed the door closed as she put her back on the door facing him. She heard the "click" as he pushed the button to lock them in and saw the smolder in his dilating pupils.

Gregg put both his hands on her hips and pulled up her dress to reveal her lacy, pink-striped panties. He took full handfuls of her ass and gave a firm squeeze as they locked in a passionate kiss. He felt Melissa move her hands down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks. She pushed his boxer briefs down over his knees and felt them fall to his ankles.

Gregg hopped around as he kicked off his shoes and let his pants fall off. He felt oddly ridiculous standing there in nothing but a coat, shirt, and tie with his dark socks still on his feet. She raised her hand and slowly curled her finger to tell him to step toward her.

"Come here now," she commanded him, and he willingly obeyed. She yanked his coat over his shoulders to trap his arms and loosened his tie. She was licking her lips as she stared into his eyes and pushed him back to sit on his desk.

Melissa reached down to grab his firm cock by the shaft as it stood up between his shirt tails. Her hands were a little chilled. She heard him gasp in surprise and felt him jump in her hands. She had him completely in her thrall. She started teasing the tip of his hardening cock by flicking it with her tongue. She watched as his head pulsed and turned purple. She heard him moan softly in exhilaration.

Gregg watched as Melissa stood up in front of him and lifted her red dress up and off her body. Her round breasts bounced playfully in her matching striped bra with those thin black straps.

He drank in the sight of her and growled, "You are the most beautiful woman. I can't wait to have you." 

She stepped forward and allowed him to unclasp her bra. She felt his hands trace the small of her back all the way down to the waist of her panties.  He hooked his fingers on each side and pushed them down to the floor and watched as she lowered her arms to release her brassiere.

 She reached forward and began to unbutton his starched shirt under his loosened tie. Gregg grasped the knot firmly and pulled on the neck, freeing his collar from its constraint. He stood up off the desk as she finished with the buttons and let the shirt fall off his arms behind him. They were both fully naked and exploring each other's bodies with light touches. The only sound in their ears was their breathing, and the heat in the room was building.

Gregg grabbed her by the hips and steered her to his office chair. He turned her around and pushed her forward with her hands on the arms of the chair. She took his lead and put her knees up in the seat of the chair and raised her hind quarters to tease him.

"Is this how you want to take me?" she asked him in a high pitched, flirty tone. She felt him place a firm smack on her bare behind in response. "Well, you're the boss. I serve at your pleasure."  And with that, she felt him slide his rock-hard cock inside her. The feeling was one of familiarity of his size, but also completely foreign because she had never been taken in his office.

Gregg was losing the battle for control, and his primal impulses were taking over. As he slid himself completely inside her, his arm raised again and delivered a slightly more energetic slap to her other ass cheek. He felt her startled reaction and saw the redness building on her alabaster skin. He has always fantasized about them having sex in his office. This would be a memory he would relive often during those dreary mundane days.

She looked back and rumbled at him, "Mmm, that's so nice. Is that an indication of my performance?" She was really leaning into the office theme, and his concentration wavered for a moment.

He delivered the only witty retort he could think of. "Melissa, I'd like you to take some... dictation." He thrust himself into her with all the fury he could muster, and she rolled forward in the chair away from him. Sensing the physics working against him, he spun himself and the chair around to trap the back against the desk and began to piston her in earnest.

Melissa could feel his pace quicken, and his movements get more forceful. She felt his hands reach around her hips to pull her into each thrust. She heard his breathing become more urgent and knew he was building toward the crescendo. She took it upon herself to run a hand down her stomach and over her hot, wet lips. She took a finger and explored until she freed her nub from its hiding place. With his constant thrusting and her slippery fingering, she felt the tingle grow into a thrumming. She had a devious thought and decided to act on it. She began stimulating her clit in deliberate fashion to push herself into orgasm.

It did not take long for her to sense the explosive spark that made her thighs shake, and her voice quiver. "Oh god Gregg, fuck me as hard as you can. Please!"  Her voice was pleading as she quaked with the complete release of her inhibitions. The smacking of their bodies was the only sound she could hear. She felt the humming fade back into a tingle and then followed through on the rest of her plan.

Gregg felt her tighten around his shaft and start to shake in his grasp. Her entire spine shivered, and her breath was taken in ragged clutches as she was wracked in orgasm. It was so incredibly satisfying to watch as she crumpled in relief when she was finally finished. She surprised him, though, when she whipped around and started sucking him off in front of his desk.

Startled, he let her know, "I am not going to last very long after watching you come."  He watched as she looked up into his eyes and took his entire length into her mouth as her answer. He knew what she was saying - that it would be better this way. She still had to walk out of his office, back to her car and drive home. She did not want to be a dripping mess when she did.

He stopped thinking and let her drive him toward the cliff. She cupped his balls in her hands and then surprised him again when she started to push her finger into his ass. He drew in a quick breath and clenched his glutes, but she persisted. She was slurping and sucking him while slowly driving her finger in and out of his ass when he could not control himself any longer.

He dropped his hands to her shoulders to let her know he was about to explode, and she answered by pushing her finger all the way into his tight hole and wiggling it against his prostate. That was all it took.

He looked up toward the ceiling and groaned as he felt his balls retract and his cock pulse while his release pulled the energy out of his body. He exhaled erratically as the pulses of his orgasm allowed for the energy to flow through him. He heard her gulp and swallow, which only increased his stimulation and caused more urgent thrusting into her welcoming mouth.

She hummed softly as she felt him begin to relax and squeezed his shaft along its length to make sure she sucked every last drop out of him. She let her finger slide back out of him and stood up to kiss him. He grabbed her firmly by the shoulders and kissed her with smothering strength. As their relaxing bodies pressed against each other, they heard the receptionist greeting a new arrival. Her muffled voice drifted through the door, "You're a little early, but I'll let him know you’re here."

Gregg looked at the clock on the table where he kept the bourbon and noticed that it was 1:15pm. "Shit!" he said. "My 1:30 is here early." 

As he was speaking, he heard a voice over the intercom system say, "Gregg, Mr. Peach is here. Can I send him in now?"

Gregg reached down and pressed the blinking red button on the phone and answered, "Not just yet. I am in the middle of something but I’ll be out shortly to meet him. Offer Mr. Peach something to drink while he waits, please."

Knowing their tryst was at an end, Melissa pulled the dress over her head and shimmied it back onto her delicious figure. She wadded up her bra and panties and stuffed them in Gregg's hands and told him, "Bring those home with you tonight, and I want you to think about me the rest of the day without them. I'll be looking forward to seeing you tonight."  She pecked him on the cheek, slipped into her shoes, unlocked the door, and sashayed out into the hallway past the receptionist thinking about what challenge she might reward him with tonight.