The Desk

She had accepted the offer. She would be leaving. Her own office, an assistant, triple the salary. She could not wait.

The last step was his office. He'd hired her two years before, mentored her, pushed her to be her best.

She knew he'd be upset, but also knew he'd be proud of her for leaving the nest.

She was beyond a model employee and had excelled past his expectation. He was a kind boss who had high expectations, but treated her fairly.

She walked into his office and sat in the chair across from his desk. Her eyes were fire and today, they were framed by dark brown glasses. She wanted to hide any tears and look serious as she told him the news.

He came in, dark blue suit, blue shirt, silver tie. His cuff links were silver bees.

He admired her dark heels and grey skirt. And the glasses...the glasses were different, but a welcome change. Very welcome, his body told him.

She was clear, direct, and focused. She told him all about the new post, the opportunity. He listened approvingly. She thanked him for all he had done for her.

He said he wanted just one more thing from her.

He asked her to stand at his desk, and she complied. He looked her up and down, not discreetly at all. Admired that she was nearly his height in her heels, loved her dark, curly hair.

He told her to bend over slightly, and she felt a bit awkward, but wanted to fulfill his request.

And then, his hand was against her ass, a hard smack and another.

She smiled inside as she bit her lip.

How did he know? She wondered.

He told her to pull her skirt down, and she did as he said, stepping over it to reveal thigh high stockings.

Her panties were dark green, lace. Highlighting her olive skin.

He took off his belt, and she felt another firm smack. At this, she felt her body quiver.

He turned her to face him and told he was proud of her, told her he'd wanted this for so long. Told her they could keep doing this since she no longer worked for him.

He sat her on the desk and knelt in front of her. He found the flesh of her inner thigh with his lips, his tongue and she flinched, and he kept kissing her. He looked into her fiery eyes, the glasses steamy with her desire.

He stood, face to face... and kissed her lush lips, tasting her and savoring it.

As he kissed, his hand was beneath the lace of her panties, dancing in the warmth of her. He unbuttoned her shirt, kissed the exposed flesh of her breasts...

He wanted her.

He stood, walked to his chair, and unzipped his pants.

Pulled a raging cock from his boxer briefs and looked at her. Told her to have a seat in his lap.

She pushed her panties down, left her heels on, and eased him into her soaking pussy.

He held her close, grabbed her firm, young ass... and placed kisses desperately on her shoulders, neck, and breasts..

Their bodies were locked...and he looked into her eyes...

He told her to kiss him... told her to kiss him as he felt her orgasm building... knowing it would cause his own.

They held each other, in slow, rocking rhythm as her climax began and he filled her with his hot semen.

He held her to him as their bodies stuck together... held her through the wetness of his shirt. Held her as they relaxed, even as his cock stayed mostly hard.

He kissed her once more, told her to clean up... and wished her well.

Then said he'd see her back here next Tuesday.