She dropped her towel to the floor and paused for a moment to survey her body in the mirror. Twisting this way and that, she was pleased with what she saw. She reached for her undergarments as she looked at the colorful summer dress hanging on the door… hmm, she thought as a subtle twinge sparked through her body and made her flesh tingle. She giggled at the thought, why not her mind told her - it’s summer after all, it’s Friday, and a new, beautiful summer dress. Feeling deliciously naughty, she tossed her lingerie to the side and simply slithered into the delicate, colorful fabric.  As she readied herself to depart, she grabbed her mini vibrator, disguised as lipstick, and slipped it into her pocket – you never know she thought. Her calendar today was unusually light, and she figured what the hell. The young bucks in her employ were sure to notice her attire, or lack thereof, she would enjoy seeing their discomfort as she strolled through the office. Her breasts perky and jiggling beneath the light fabric, her bottom unencumbered from constraints of traditional panties, she was confident the lads would feel the uncomfortable swell in their trousers as she strutted about. The thought excited her, she felt a delicious warm dampness engulf her body as she headed out to her office.

 

After grabbing a quick coffee from the pantry, she tossed her bag onto the sofa in her office, plopped into her chair, spinning toward her view of the city, she kicked off her strappy, high heeled saddles, leaned back and propped her legs upon the credenza. The colorful fabric of her dress fell off and exposed her legs. Feeling delicious and sexy, as she sipped her coffee, she let her other hand drift between her thighs. Hmmm, she moaned to herself as her kitty stirred and began to purr in anticipation.

 

Ugh, slightly hungover, he poured his mug full of his morning magic, glad it was Friday, and pondered how he could make it through the day essentially doing nothing. As the coffee started to work its magic, he figured he would do one responsible thing this Friday, he clicked open his calendar to see just how much he could skate through this day without having to do anything productive.  Squinting to focus his blurry vision, he gasped and nearly choked on his coffee. Uh-oh, could this be right? He looked quickly at the time, oh shit he thought, an appointment from her executive assistant to report to that bitch’s office, in what… 25 minutes from now. Fuck he thought, his heading still spinning with last night’s drinks, ugh, what did she want now.

 

Hmm, the coffee was doing its trick, her body felt delicious and just a bit naughty, she was glad her Friday was going to be quiet and uncomplicated. She spun her chair back to her desk and brought her computer to life. Her mind was spinning off, imagining the pulsating pleasure of manly hands roaming her flesh and releasing the week’s tension from her weary muscles. She blinked and did a double take as her calendar flashed its daily reminder - damn how could she have forgotten - she glanced at the clock - fuck she thought - she had forgotten - today was the day that she needed to reprimand him. Him, she thought, him - how many times did she have to tell him, how many times did she have to scold him - before he learned. He was virtually immune from termination due to his imminent retirement, the old management had made sure of that, but she wouldn’t and couldn’t tolerate his obvious disregard for authority or his lacking and poor performance.  She was infuriated now, she clenched her fists, determined not to let him ruin her day. She was feeling deliciously sexy and confident before and was determined to remain so on this fine day. Instinctively, her hand squeezed between her thighs - hmmm she thought, hmmm she wondered, she reached for her purse, could her little magic pulsating toy satisfy her now? No, she thought, no indeed - she needed a hot, hard cock, a throbbing stiff tool to stir her desires, to please her needs, to make her pant and pulse with pleasure. Ugh, snap out of it she thought, a few deep breaths, focus, put on your best bitch face and let’s get this over with. Her pussy was purring hot when her fingers had touched her mini vibe, she squirmed in disappointment when she had to stuff it back into her purse.

 

She gritted her teeth, and she glanced through his file – multiple HR violations – all dealing with inappropriate behavior towards her young interns; poor performance, low productivity – she snickered to herself – imagine what it would say if she would have reported his advances towards herself. Her body shivered as she recalled the time he had turned and locked her door – how he manhandled her and bent her over her own desk – his hands squeezing at her breasts – pulling her lace panties to the side and slipping his pulsating cock deep into her purring pussy. Ugh, she hated how the thought of it made her hot and wet with excitement. What was it about him that made her feel this way? But she had a job to do – and for the good of the staff and the company itself – she couldn’t and wouldn’t put up with his sophomoric hijinks.

 

He smirked as his computer reminded him it was time – time to face her – time for the “dragon lady” to spit her fire in his direction. His head was pounding as he slowly made his way to the elevator and up to the executive floor. As he rode upward in silence, he felt a stiffening in his trousers as his mind replayed his few brief previous encounters with her. His fingers twitched wanting, wanting to squeeze into her flesh, wanting to stir her honey, wanting to tease and tantalize, wanting to break down her bitchy front, wanting to make her hot and horny with desire, wanting to push her down onto her desk and bury his face between her thighs. Despite trying to convince himself that he was all man in this moment – his insides were spinning, his nervousness was stealing his breath, deep, down inside he hoped she would go easy on him.

 

She had her back to him as he lightly tapped on her door announcing his arrival. She sternly barked, shut the door without turning around – and take a seat. As he plopped unceremoniously into the chair at the front of her desk, he couldn’t help but notice the subtle, graceful curves of her body. The bright sunshine streaming through the window seemed to make her colorful little summer dress transparent to his eyes. Oh, you little tease he thought as he realized there were no undergarments restricting his view. She heard him squirm in the leather seat, she snickered to herself knowing she was making his groin swell and strain in the confines of his trousers. She squinted her eyes and turned quickly his way – barking at him with a stern voice – “Why can’t you behave, why can’t you act like a professional, and why the hell do I have to keep repeating myself over and over again!” As she reprimanded him, she felt that unmistakable twinge of wet excitement flash between her legs. It excited her to be firm with him, it excited her to make him squirm as she lashed out at him, it excited her being in control, it excited her wondering what naughty thoughts he was thinking about her. He gasped, nearly choking when she purposefully, bent forward over her desk and continued her tongue lashing.

 

His cock strained in his pants as she scolded him – her stern voice rang loud in his ears but yet her eyes sparkled as he looked into them. Her spark flashed hot as she watched his eyes drift downwards into her cleavage. Her vision wandered as well; her pussy convulsed with desire as she caught site of the obvious bulge in his pants. She leaned further forward – their faces inches apart – knowing he had a full view of her uncovered breasts. He gulped, his eyes staring at her chest – her nipples exposed rosy, pink, begging to be slurped into his hot mouth. Unrelenting with her scolding, he decided he had heard enough, he swiftly grabbed the back of her head and pushed their faces together, she squirmed but he held her tight – his lips sizzled onto hers – she pushed and pounded at him to get away. Figuring he was done for anyway – he leapt up dashing around her desk – grabbed hold of her hips and spun her into his arms. He kissed her as she squirmed, he pushed her bottom onto the desk as he pressed himself into her. She was panting hot, her mind screaming at her to have him stop, her body urging her to have him devour her flesh. The ignition of desire, the throb of want flashed hot within her. Her nails dug into his scalp as she yanked his head to hers and kissed him back. His hands roamed squeezing over the softness of her breasts as their tongues danced the waltz of desire.

 

His fingers stroked down her neck and pulled aside the loose fabric of her dress. She squirmed as his fingertips tweaked roughly over her stiffening nipples. Their kiss became a pant, his lips kissed lightly down her neck and chest. When the hot suction of his mouth slurped over the peaks of her breasts – she arched her back and thrust her breasts into his face. Hot with the desire to please her, his hands roamed down her back and onto her thighs, rubbing upward he pushed aside the colorful fabric of her dress exposing her delicious treasure. With swift precision, he stood briefly, kissing her lips once again before dropping to his knees and pushing her thighs apart. His hands compressed on her breasts as his face buried into her now steaming kitty. The soft, womanly fuzz decorating her luscious lips tickled his nose as his flickering tongue danced over her. The first spark of pleasure made her flesh quiver as the darting dance of his tongue fluttered to split her vulva open. Waltzing up to her most precious spot, swirling down to taste her desire, his marauding mouth muscle danced with provocative and sensual precision up, down, and through her pulsating pussy. His fingers squeezed into her buttocks as he pushed her harder onto his face.

 

Her mind was spinning with delight, she tipped her head back, panting for breath as her internal sparks ignited, flashing hot, wet, and juicy. Tremors made her toes curl, she dug her heals into his back, her fingernails squeezed onto his scalp as her body began to burst forth with the shuddering delight of an all-encompassing climax. He held on tight, squeezing firmly at her backside as her body quaked and quivered, his tongue lapping and slurping up the creamy hot nectar from her blossoming flower. She pressed his face deeper into her flesh as her body continued to shake and convulse.  He squirmed, barely able to breathe as he continued to give her his own, best tongue lashing. As her body recovered, her breath slowed, he heard her moan softly – he stroked his hands gently over her breasts as he struggled to stand before her. Her eyes sparkled as he looked down into them – he kissed her lightly. His whole body trembled, his knees grew weak when her delicate touch wrapped onto his morning stiffness, eagerly feeding him to her hungry kitten. Their eyes met as he slowly filled her, their dance starting as a slow waltz quickly accelerated, the rhythm increased, their bodies moved in unison until they both panted with pleasure…