Cake

The door creaks open with my light touch. It's solid wood, deep, dark and shining; no sound would make it through these thick walls. There's a slight breeze as I enter the room and I feel it playing up my legs, it feels like a man's caressing hand. He looks up as I enter and gives me a questioning look.

"You wanted to see me?" I ask. A wicked grin steals over my face as I wait for an answer. I can see him looking me up and down, from head to toe; I might as well already be naked. He's wondering what I'm wearing underneath this neat and austere black business suit. He'll know soon enough, but I like it that he's sitting there wondering, I like the feeling of being undressed by his eyes. This makes me wonder if I'll live up to his imagination, perhaps I'll surpass it?

Two more steps into the room. His eyes have stopped travelling me now and are settled somewhere between my breasts and my eyes.

"Yes, I did ask to see you, half an hour ago. I hope that you have a good excuse for taking so long to turn up."

I do have a really good excuse, but I'm not so sure that he's going to want to know that I had to dash out to buy a super sexy bra because I'd come to work that morning expecting a normal day and was in no way prepared to be standing in my boss' office ready and waiting for some extra-mural activities!

"Well, you weren't the only person who wanted a meeting with me this morning," I start to give him the best excuse I can think of.

"No matter, you're here now. Come over here to me."

I start to walk over to the chair in front of his desk, all ready to sit down, cross my legs and flash my knickerless pussy and stockinged legs at him. As I head to the chair he motions me to come over to him behind the desk. He pushes his chair away from the desk and I can immediately tell what he is thinking. This is so cliché, he really seems to think that I'm about to play the little school-girl sitting on his lap!

"A lovely looking woman is so sexy in a business suit, especially when they're spilling out of it the way you are."

So, he's noticed that I'm wearing a rather low cut suit jacket and I've taken my blouse off. I wonder how long he's been waiting and observing. Of course, he could have pretty much anyone in the building, and he's had a few. There's not many young women who can resist an exec who's earning beyond our imagination, is unattached and gorgeous to top it off. He's the classic fantasy male, well built like he knows how to use it, charming, with looks that make a girl drool. Think of your fantasy guy and he fits the bill, and he wants ME!!

I get to the end of my journey, I am behind the desk, standing there looking down at him sitting in his chair.

"There's something even better than me spilling out of this suit." I take hold of his hand and run it up my leg. He can't see what's underneath the skirt and that's just the way I like it. It's much more fun for both of us if he can discover these things by touch, and a much better surprise for him.

"Stockings! I think that you may be right, there's more to you than just luscious breasts."

His hand feels really good running up my leg, he uses just the right amount of pressure, not so light that he tickles me, but not so rough that his hand feels like a potato peeler. I think that he's done this many times before. I can't say that I mind though, a little experience can go a long way when it comes to pleasure.

His hand is still creeping up my leg. He's enjoying this, this little bit of torture that he's putting me under, but at the same time he doesn't know what he's about to encounter so there's some torture on both of our parts really.

My pussy is starting to throb and moisten up as his hand gets closer. He is going to get a wonderful surprise when he reaches the top of my thigh. His hand is getting closer and closer and I'm starting to pant a little with anticipation. He looks up at me and I think that he suddenly realises what's waiting for him when he gets to the top. His eyes start to get really intense as he looks at me, that knowing look of a man who's about to get what he wants.

"Mmmm, now this is even more unexpected, it's not often that a junior walks into my office wearing stockings and not all that much else. I can't believe how wet you are, I could take you right here and now on this desk; but I don't think that I will."

I look down at him incredulously. How can he be refusing me when he was the one who called me in here with obvious intent?

"No, I think that I'll be able to have you up against that window there."

This can only get better! His hand is still up my skirt, but now he's pushing my skirt up, he wants to see what's underneath. Before he sees it he finds it, oh that feels good! He starts to massage my clitoris, not too hard, just gentle enough that I'm starting to shudder. He moves his fingers down to my vagina to wet them and then he brings them back, massaging around the clitoris, not forgetting the labia. I'm starting to get very hot and bothered now and I'm thanking whoever built this building with such fantastic soundproofing.

My skirt is up around my waist and his hand is still making its exploration. He's circling my clitoris and now he pulls me towards him. He starts kissing the tops of my thighs, gently biting and licking, these are good signs of things to come. He starts to softly lick my labia, enjoying that I have a brazillian so he has full access to everything that he wants to get at. He moves down past my labia and starts to put his tounge up into my vagina, I love this, it's so much gentler than his cock would be and so warm and wet. I'm starting to get to the point of no return. I want him in me! I need him in me.

I stop him, bend down and start to undo his zipper. I can't wait to see the magnificent cock that I'm sure he has, the trouser bulge says it all. Very slowly his zipper moves downwards, inching closer to what I want to see. All of a sudden the zipper is undone and he springs out in all his glory. And what glory it is, this man is certainly ready to go and I'm glad that I'm so wet or I'd never be able to fit him inside me.

    I kneel down on the floor and he gets a full frontal of my sexy breasts. He gets visibly harder right then and there, before I've even touched him. I'm all but naked sitting in front of him and ready to worship, no wonder he's getting harder. I reach forward and start to rhythmically stroke his fabulous cock. His groan of pleasure tells me that I'm doing the right thing and I'm reluctant to move on to better things, I quite enjoy the idea of drawing it out until he's begging for it!

    But no, the thought of taking him into my mouth is too big a turn-on. I lick my lips and prepare to go in. He tastes good, like he's straight out of the shower all clean and fresh. He's so big that I can hardly take him in, gagging at this point would not be attractive. But I keep going as far as I can, licking and sucking and massaging. I can feel him start to buck underneath me, his breathing is ragged and he's having trouble catching it. I'm getting wetter by the second and I'm surprised there isn't a big puddle on the floor beneath me.

    He starts to massage my breasts and to lift me up off the floor, taking me away from his big sexy cock. I'm virtually naked by now with just my skirt around my hips and a little black lacy bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. He lifts me up and off the floor. My legs immediately go around his hips and I slide myself onto him. He feels so good and solid going in and then he goes out. He's pumping into me so hard that I'm scared the window might break. I'm wrapped around him as tight as I can go and he's just going faster and faster.

    Suddenly he stops and pulls me off him. He pushes me around to face his desk. My hands go on it and I lean over. He's got a full on view of me now and he leans in, kissing my neck and swiftly enters me again. My vagina is throbbing and from this angle he's hitting my g-spot perfectly.

    I'm coming, it feels so good with him pounding against me, hitting my g-spot, his balls thudding against my clitoris.

    "I'm going to come soon," I pant to the man behind me, my boss who should know better than to be fucking the office junior.

    "Good, so am I."

He pushes harder and harder and I'm getting tighter and tighter and gasping for breath. The pleasure starts to come over me in waves and I lose my breath, I can't breathe, can only hold it in as one of the best orgasm's I've ever had starts to make me weak at the knees.

He comes at the same time as me, spurting great fountains of cum onto my back and folding down onto me like a man who's just run a marathon. We're both panting and tired but it was worth every second of the interview.

He kisses me on the cheek and wipes my back down. I put what few clothes I have back on and get ready to leave the room.

"By the way, that big account that you said you were ready to take? It's yours if you still want it."

All in all a very successful interview and well worth being half-an-hour late for.