A long final slurp on her rich, creamy mocha as she pulled into her reserved spot. Due to the holiday, traffic had been a welcome breeze allowing her mind to drift as she drove. She had allowed her thoughts to flirt with fantasy as she navigated through the nearly empty streets. The soothing warmth brought on by her deliciously devious thoughts sparked through her flesh, her nipples tightened and perked up straining against the delicate fabric of her sheer lingerie and silky top. She reached for her bag as she popped open her door, with slow, deliberate precision she spread her legs wide, allowing her skirt to ride up her thighs, exposing her lacy panties for an instant, for the entire world to see. If only, she giggled spying the empty parking garage, devoid of all cars except for one.

 

She recognized his disheveled, unwashed jalopy parked near the entrance – always poised to make a quick getaway she thought. She wondered if he was in the office or if he had simply left his car after a night of drunken frivolity. No matter, she thought as she headed into the lobby to summon the lift to her penthouse office. She felt fresh and alive and was actually looking forward to a day without phone calls and emails, without having to deal with employees and clients – a day to catch up – a day to focus on the future direction of her enterprises, a day to herself. As the elevator lurched upward, she leaned back into the wall, closed her eyes, and wondered what it would be like to feel his hot, hard body press against her with lips devouring and hands exploring every curve and crevasse of her flesh. The excitement of being exposed, not knowing when the ascent would stop and the door spring open to catch their exhibitionism made her heart flutter and body tingle.

 

A final chime from the ascending lift signaled her arrival. She opened her eyes, her cheeks were flushed pink with stimulation, her breath was almost a pant as the doors slowly slid apart for her departure. Quickly gathering her composure, she inhaled a deep cleansing breath and somewhat reluctantly pushed her fantasy to the back of her mind as she strode confidently out to focus on the tasks of the day.

 

His head pounded as he stared at his screen. Too much fun last night – drinking and not very successfully chasing the young vixens of his favorite haunts. Regrettably, his work was behind schedule, and he had no choice but to spend the day trying to catch up. The distant chime of the elevator alerted him that he was no longer alone. The distinctive clomp of stilettos on marble made his heart flutter – no mistaking that sound, that pace of precision, he knew instantly it was the signer of his paychecks who had entered the office. Not only was she the founder, the owner, the boss, and the inspiration and driving force behind the enterprise where he labored, but also the object of his most devious and decadent fantasies. The force that compelled his naughty mind and the stimulation for his most explosive masturbations.

 

He slumped low into his seat, not wanting her to discover his presence as for once he just wanted to finish his work and make a quick, quiet getaway without having to worry about receiving another scolding for his lack of precision, poor attendance, or the host of other misgivings on his dubious corporate record. But he couldn’t help himself – knowing she was there – his mind quickly sped off wondering just what it would be like to taste her lips, to stroke his hands over her curves, to taste the arousal of her flesh. He squirmed in his seat as he felt his groin twinge and his trousers grow tight.

 

She dropped her bag onto her desk, sparked her computer to life, and wriggled her backside into the comfort of her luxurious leather chair. She spun around to take in the city skyline, tipped her head back, kicked off her spiky heels and propped her legs up upon the credenza. The morning sun sparkled off the adjacent buildings, she closed her eyes to replay the recent fantasy which had sparked her synapses and shot a wave of pleasure through her flesh. Instinctively, she allowed her colorful fingertips to lightly trace over the swell of her chest. She heard herself moan lightly as they drifted down to the warmth growing steadily between her thighs. A deeper, more guttural moan emanated from her throat as she imagined the roughness of his face pressing into the soft flesh of her thighs as his tongue danced for her delight. Her body trembled from the thought, but her rational mind snapped her back to reality. She giggled, realizing her breath was a pant as she spun back around to focus on her work.

 

The minutes wore on, despite trying to forget her own pleasure, she couldn’t help but wonder – was he there – was he close – could she – would she – she wondered. It was driving her crazy – she had to know before she could focus. Silently, she stood and tiptoed down the long corridor in his direction. Staying out of sight, she made her way closer until she finally saw the rumpled crop of his head peeking above his computer screens. She backtracked to come up behind him. Slowly, she crept closer until she was a mere few feet away. His head bobbed in rhythm as she noticed the headphones in his ears. He seemed oblivious to her presence.

 

His nostrils flared, his groin surged harder – her delicious scent was unmistakable – he must be dreaming he thought, could she be so close? He gasped as he spun around – she was inches from him, propped up on his side table. He was blinded by her twinkle as their eyes met; his heart raced; he couldn’t seem to breathe. His tongue quivered as it parted his lips to moistened them – his eyes drifted into her cleavage and traced over the protruding points of her nipples as his gaze drifted lower. Her thighs spread slowly apart as her delicate fingers crumpled the fabric of her skirt exposing her lace covered treasure to his exploring eyes,

 

As he began to speak, she placed a fingertip to his lips – her eyes pleading him to remain silent. The moment seemed like an eternity. With the quickness of a cheetah, she grabbed a handful of his scalp and pressed his face into her as she deftly pulled her panties to the side. Her hips arched forward to meet the probing dampness of his fluttering tongue. She tipped her head back, her colorful nails dug into his scalp, her body flushed hot and wet as the pleasing pulsations of his mouth and tongue devoured the sweet nectar of her now quivering flower…