Sandra spent her time in the executive offices as CFO and director of operations. On par with the CEO, she was a hard-ass professional, known for being tough as nails but fair, aloof and dismissive but polite, and she worked constantly. Rumors said that her dedication and focus had resulted in a divorce years ago, but nobody seemed to know for sure. In her late thirties, successful, and very attractive, she had earned her title of The Boss Lady. The title was bestowed upon her by admiring staff members and was a sign of respect.
The Annual Office Party was held on a Friday night, starting in the afternoon with a light lunch and gift exchange, followed by a buffet style dinner, drinks, and music on the executive floor level. The large foyer, open areas, and conference rooms were decorated in a festive manner, and it was, as usual, well attended by most of the staff. These parties were always fun, running late into the night, and for me had always resulted in some quick office sex or a companion for the night with one of the many women that worked there.
It was close to ten when Sandra entered the conference room and stood next to me at the table set up as a bar. I was mixing myself another drink and picked up a bottle of wine to top up the glasses of Wendy and Roxie from accounting, hoping to score a double for the night, when she tapped me on the shoulder, held her glass out, and gave me a smile.
“Me, too. If you don’t mind?”
“Not at all,” I replied.
As I filled her glass, she looked at Wendy and Roxie.
“You young ladies having a good time? Enjoying the party?”
They both nodded and smiled nervously, suddenly uncomfortable in her presence.
“Uh, we’re just going to get some food,” Wendy announced. “See you later.”
The two turned and quickly left the room, leaving Sandra and I alone.
“Sorry,” she apologized with a smirk. “It looks like I scared off your groupies.”
“My groupies?” I chuckled.
“Well, you do have a reputation with the office girls around here. You’re a popular topic of discussion.”
She sipped her glass and looked at me with a curious smile.
Yeah?” I asked, emboldened by the glasses of whiskey I’d finished already. “Are you curious? Want to find out for yourself?"
“Hmm, aren’t you bold,” she smirked. “I’m a little past the groupie stage.”
I stepped close and put my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me and putting my mouth to her ear. I took in a breath, inhaling the scent of orange and vanilla, and whispered.
“I think you want a night with me. I would certainly like a night with you.”
“Oh, really?” she replied without attempting to move away.
“Yeah, I would love to taste you.”
I licked her ear lobe and dropped my hand to her ass, squeezing the full cheek.
“I want to fuck you. I think you’re fucking hot.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. You always look so good in your tight skirts and high heels, showing this nice ass.”
I squeezed again and moved in front of her, pushing her against the table, and pushed my crotch into her. My bulging cock pushed into her belly, making its excitement obvious.
“I bet your pussy tastes like honey. I want to find out. I want to yank those panties off, shove my tongue into your pussy and taste you.”
“I… I…”
“Let’s go to your office. I want to fuck you on your desk.”
I took her hand in mine and led her out of the conference room, down the hallway, and into her office. I closed the door behind me, leaving the light off, and pushed her against her desk. The light through the window gave the room a bluish glow as my crotch pushed into hers and my hands found her breasts.
“Oh, I knew you had a great set of tits under those jackets you wear,” I praised while I squeezed the big melons my hands discovered.
My hands moved, one to her waist and the other to her head. I pulled her mouth to mine and shoved my tongue into hers while I ground my cock against her. She kissed back, her tongue wrestling with mine, and pushed herself against me. I reached down and pulled her skirt up before reaching in and finding the lacy string of her panties. She gasped when I tugged hard and ripped them off.
“I’ll be keeping these,” I told her while putting them in my pocket. “Get up on the desk.”
She put her hands behind her on the edge while I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted, her legs spreading apart and straddling mine. My hands moved to her thighs and pushed them apart while I leaned down and put my face close to her pussy. It was wet, covered in light blonde fuzz, and had the scent of excitement.
Quiet moans filled the room when my tongue lapped against her folds and her fingers grasped my hair. I lapped, licked, swirled and sucked her to orgasm, getting moans and hair pulls as her sweet pussy soaked my face. After her second orgasm I stood up and put my hand behind her head, pulling her face up so I could kiss her. I jammed my mouth against hers and pushed my tongue inside, giving her a good taste of her own sexy juices.
“Fuck, you do taste good,” I praised while undoing my pants and dropping them to my ankles. "I want to fuck you so bad."
“Oh, fuck...” she moaned as I let her head drop down onto the desk and rubbed my cock over her slick slit.
I pulled her to the edge and fed the swollen head of my cock into her, pushing slowly while it gripped the thick shaft. I began pumping my hips, reaching up and pulling her blouse open while I slowly fucked her. My fingers tweaked open the front clasp of the lacy bra and it sprung open, releasing the big, hefty globes hidden underneath.