The Office Meeting

It's 6.15 a. m. You are already at the office in preparation for the meeting. An important day for you, so having showered an hour ago you dress in the outfit picked out the night before; tailored navy trousers, black heels and a white silk shirt. Underwear is pretty, not 'everyday' but not over the top either -- the kind with enough lace and sheer panels to make you feel good. The outfit is completed with a fine silver chain with a heavy hanging bar which is noticeable through the three buttons of your shirt that you leave undone.

Standing at the photocopier, waiting for another department's print run to finish, you notice the chilliness of the air conditioning -- a saviour on hot days as today was forecast to be. However, it's making you shiver and you notice that your nipples are hard, the light lacy bra doing little for warmth.

As you wait, you hear the door open as someone comes in and makes for the other end of the floor. You turn round to see and notice him. You've seen him a few times and have been part of office gossip and the occasional party flirt.

He sees you and you realise he's staring at you as you stand there looking business-like and professional. But with unfortunate effect of the air con, you realise it's your nipples he's noticed, hard and evident through your fitted shirt.

You turn back to the copier and daydream a little, mesmerised by the rhythm of the copier.

Minutes pass.

As you half-stare at the noticeboard behind the copier, two hands come from behind cupping your breasts. Large, gentle, but firm hands find your nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently caress them. Teasing them outwards, pulling them, pinching them -- a mixture of coldness and arousal causing them to stiffen further heightened by the silkiness of your bra.

One hand runs down the front of your shirt. You turn round to face him. No words... just a look.

You kiss hungrily. Buttons finally undone, his hands now inside your blouse, fingers inside the cups of your bra, finding those nipples, so hard...

He drops your blouse to one side and unclips your bra. His mouth on your neck, one hand kneading your breast, the other running down your back, in your hair. He bends lower and kisses one breast, placing delicate kisses around your pink stiff nipple, crinkly stiff, tongue lapping. He takes it into his mouth and sucks lightly, pulling outward and grazing with his teeth, biting just a little harder...

He kneels down, kissing further down your stomach, both hands up on your breasts, pulling, pinching, twisting. Your eyes are closed when he looks up...

He stands up and you kiss as he undoes the fastening of your trousers. They fall to floor and he runs both hands over the cheeks of your bum.

He pulls you in closer. You can feel him against your belly, growing...

You undo his zip and push a cool hand inside, finding him solid, warm and smooth.

Your small hand wraps around him, thumb and fingers encircling him. You slowly stroke the soft skin back and forth, feeling him swell and grow to your touch.

He groans. You smile. He kisses you and returns to his journey downwards to kiss your stomach, you lose your hold of him, disappointed...

Fingertips at the edge of your knix, he breathes you in, kissing you there, fingers venturing beneath the fabric.

He can feel soft hair of your pussy, as he pulls the material to one side to look at you. He kisses you directly, and with gentle fingers, parts your lips, glistening and pink.

The flat of his tongue laps upwards towards your clit, tasting you as his tongue ultimately makes contact with her and this time you groan.

Stepping out of your remaining underwear you sit back on the edge of the desk and open your legs. He buries his head between your thighs lapping at your pussy, your lips becoming wet, silky and hot.

Your nipples are rock hard; the feeling of being exposed, being caught, being seen, all adding to the extreme sexiness of it all.

He pulls the hood of your clit back ever so slightly, every touch from his tongue now pushing you closer. His mouth is open, covered in the wetness created between you, a blur of fingers, tongue, breath and heat.

One finger, then another dip inside your lips, his thumb rubbing directly onto your clit. You're tight and so very wet.

He laps at you relentlessly as his fingers fuck you deeper, his other hand up on your breast, pulling your nipple, twisting more roughly now as he hears you getting closer to cumming.

You hold his head and raise his face to yours. You look at him and he stands, looking at you lying back on the desk, those breasts and those nipples taught with the climate of the office and the arousal of your act.

He begins to undo his belt himself, but you sit up, your hands reaching to find him again from inside his open zip. Eager to release him, his cock is freed and you smile. All of the playing with you has caused him to him harden and swell to a delicious size.

You stroke him, your hand wrapped around him, but your small hand is not quite large enough. You place your other hand around him, two hands holding his length -- cool hands on a very warm and aroused cock, you stare at it and stoop forward to kiss him, observe him, study him. Your lips are soft as you take the head into your mouth, his foreskin pushed back by your lips, leaving him exposed, sensitive and enveloped by the wet warmth of your mouth,.

Your tongue laps around his head, you suck him deeply, tongue flicking along the back of the sensitive part of the glans, drumming rhythmically, perfectly.

Wiping your mouth you lean back on the desk and part your legs, your trimmed pussy, swollen lips, pink, flushed and glistening. He moves forwards and you hold his cock, achingly hard and guide him just to the lips of your cunt. He can feel your heat, the silkiness of your juices mixed with those of his mouth. He rests 'just' at your inner lips, soft folds holding him, right... there.

He leans forwards and kisses you, tongues, lips and passion. Your hands on his face, you look at him, imploring...

Slowly he moves his hips forwards, He enters you -- the delicious initial stretch as your pussy adjusts to his width, accommodating his size. You gasp and grin, as he begins to inch inside you, your lips spreading, pulling at your clit. You feel him deep, you feel full. Once completely inside you he pulls slowly back, and with his thumb rubbing on your clit, begins to slowly fuck you.

Your eyes close, feeling exposed and so very slutty at being so open and on show. You concentrate on the rhythm of his cock, wide and long, and the drumming on your clit bring you closer. Your back arches, your breasts thrust forwards, your perfect nipples so achingly hard. Your hips and pussy angled downwards, clit grinding on his cock.

His momentum builds as he continues to fuck you, your pussy gripping him, your clit so engorged and sensitive... you cum, shudderingly hard, hands reaching out to grip onto something as your orgasm washes over you.

You turn over face down onto the desk. The sound of the heavy bar of the necklace pendant reminds you that this is the only thing you are still wearing from this morning's outfit. Your breasts are pressed against the cool, smooth surface. You feel him part your thighs and step forward, the head of his cock just placed at your soaking cunt. His hands on your hips, you wait and reach to the edges of the desk, your hands gripping on... in anticipation of him taking you again...

The angle is different and in one long, deep, thick, stretching motion he enters you fully. You've seen him hard, you've felt him in your hand, had him in your mouth, but being face down and virtually bound to the desk, he feels so much more, so much bigger.

You gasp.

The lips of your pussy stretch to accommodate him, grip every solid inch of him, feeling him so deep inside you, joined completely, every inch of him in you.

He remains there and then withdraws slowly. He repeats, again and again, his tempo building slowly, every thrust filling you once more. Your nipples rub against the surface of the desk on every breathtaking movement.

You want him to cum, but not inside you, not this way. You turn over and kneel down. You look up and sit back a little. Your breasts heaving, those nipples still hard. His cock, wet from you and so full and achingly erect hovers over you. You look at him and at HIM and he begins to stroke, his large hand holding the head of his cock expertly, thumb and fingers wrapped around the head, revealing the engorged velvety skin still covered in you. You look at his face, his eyes close, his grip tightens...

You lean back, the silver bar of your necklace hanging perfectly between your breasts. He understands. The speed of his strokes increase. His cock pulses and with a deep groan releases spurt after spurt of warm, white cum, splashing on your cheek, the second on one breast, the third landing hot across your erect nipples. The fourth covering the pendant of your necklace, pooling deliciously on your chest.

He kisses you.

You gather your clothes, strewn and get dressed, feeling strangely covered again after such a time being exposed and naked.

Back at your desk you can feel his cum; some has run down onto your stomach, some dries on your chest, your nipples. You are wearing a mixture of him; his scent, his sweat and his cum. Your underwear is soaked. Your pussy feels used. You feel satisfied, with a mixture of excitement, dirtiness, naughtiness and dare you admit, slutiness.

You look up and see him back at his desk, on the telephone -- business as usual.

You glance down at your diary and tick off today's first meeting as being a success. You hope your 9 o'clock meeting goes as well.