Thanks a Million (7 page)

She waved her hands as if frustrated. “Finally, I have you back. I hope they left some of you for me.”

She was on edge and he loved it. “Don’t worry baby. I’ll always have some for you. You’ll see when we get together later.”

She uncrossed her legs and the light from the window wall behind him lit the underside of her skirt. He smiled as the light exposed her feminine folds to his scrutiny.

She smiled when she noticed him observing her. She rose and sashayed around his desk. “Fuck later. Darling I was climbing the walls for a solid week while you and Stu screwed the piss out of your Fallon.” As he swung the executive chair in her direction, she edged in between his legs. “My cunt is dripping for your cock right now.” As she leaned over to unzip his fly, one lovely breast fell out from behind her blouse. Ignoring it, she extracted his half-rigid, growing shaft and knelt.

He thought she was going to suck on it, but she stroked it to hardness, then rose. He wondered what she had planned and likely, she didn’t know either.

“Unbutton your shirt,” She demanded. As he followed her directive, she rolled a condom, she happened to have with her, down his throbbing hardness. Then she stood, unmoving, looking at his executive chair for a good fifteen seconds. Finally, she held her skirt up and like a contortionist, managed to slip one of her gorgeous legs through each of the rectangular shaped openings formed between the chair arm and seat. Ensconced in the chair, her juicy twat hovering over his erection, his pulse raced as she reached a hand down between them and grabbed his cock. Aiming the crown so it rested at the rim of her deep well, she closed her eyes and languorously lowered herself upon it. As she hit bottom—or was it top—she gasped.

The blissful sensation as his cock entered her slippery, womanly haven, curled his toes and nearly took his breath away. Muscles deep inside her channel tightened around him, as she moved to and fro taking his submerged cock with her. Her Mona Lisa like smile radiated the delight she felt. “Ummm, you feel so-o good. This is more like it.” Slipping her other breast out, she drew his mouth to the large, swollen nipple. “Suck on this.” It was an order. Gasping as his lips surrounded her sensitive nub she moaned when his forefinger flicked her other nipple. Even with his mouth attached to her tit, her supple body undulated over his shaft as her dagger tipped fingers tunneled through his hair.

The sweet torture of her pussy seemed endless. Letting go of her breasts, he leaned forward and crushed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. Wrapping arms around her, as she worked her swollen bud against him, her breasts to his chest, as their tongues twined, a major eruption seemed near.

Somehow, her tongue found his ear and the tingly, feathery feeling, brought on his release. As he ground his cock brutally into her pussy and against her clit, intense light exploded behind his eyelids. He groaned loudly as a curtain of ecstasy descended, shooting waves of pleasure throughout his body.

As his climax wound down, an earsplitting scream emanated from his sexy partner. “Oh God! I’m coming. Oh yeah! Don’t stop, Give it to me harder, baby.” She wrapped her arms around him drawing his face to rest between her lovely breasts. As she squirmed and wriggled in apparent ecstasy, nails bit into his neck and exposed shoulders.

All of a sudden, he heard the office door open. Michelle and he both gritted their teeth and looked. There stood Lora, his cute, red faced, young secretary, her mouth agape. “I’m so sorry. I heard a scream, I thought someone had been hurt.” She turned on her heel and exited, pulling the door closed behind her.

Rattled by the interruption, both of them got decent, quickly. He walked Michelle to the door and kissed her goodbye. “I’ll see you at eight for the encore.”

Hoping to apologize, he stepped out of his office, but Lora wasn’t at her desk. He looked for her, but never found her. Since it was Friday, he figured she might have left a little early.

The next workday he was pleased to see Lora at her desk, but she looked different. Previously, she wore her long blond hair up and wore business type clothes. Today, however, she was provocatively dressed in a short, slinky, low cut, teal blue sheath. “Hi Lora. Don’t you look nice today.”

She beamed. “Thank you, Mr. Allen.”

He smiled. She did look good. Maybe, catching Michelle and him in the heat of orgasm had brought something primal to the surface within her. “Would you bring me a cup of coffee when you get a chance?”

“My pleasure, Mr. Allen.” She rose, and strolled as a model would walk, one foot in front of the other, toward the break room to fetch his coffee. His gaze fixed on her the entire way, five-seven, tight waist, great tush, fabulous, long legs, Lora was even more of a beauty than he’d realized. He shook his head and headed into his office. He sat at his desk and tried to get to work, but the events of Friday, with Lora barging in on Michelle and him, plus her long gait down the hall this morning kept imposing themselves in his lusty thoughts. Could he seduce Lora? Should he seduce Lora?

The vision came to life as Lora bounced into the room, a vibrant smile on her face and his large mug in her hand. His chest tightened as she came around the desk as Michelle had done, standing within mere inches. He felt stirrings in his groin as she set the mug down, her fine ass jutting out near his face. “There you go Mr. Allen. Is there anything else?”

“Please, we work together. Call me Dana.”

Her bright effusive smile seemed coquettish as well.
Am I being seduced?

“As you wish, Dana.”

“Would you have a seat? I’d like to speak with you.”

She took a seat across the desk from him, crossing one marvelous leg over the other, with one four-inch heel dangling in the air, and waited expectantly. She was young, but she was all woman and she suddenly wanted him to know it.

He cleared his suddenly clogged throat, “Ahem. Excuse me. I just want to clear the air about what you saw Friday afternoon with Miss Bosco and I.”

Her lips formed a coy smile and she giggled. “You’re not going to tell me that I didn’t see and hear what I thought I saw and heard, are you?”

No doubt about it, she wants me
. “Thank you. How old are you?”

His lips scrunched and shifted left. “So you can file a sexual discrimination suit against the hotel. No, Lora, you have to make your desires crystal clear.”

Her eyes grew round and fiery. Her nostrils flared. “Do you know what I did after I saw you two Friday?”

His head shook. “No, Lora I looked for you and couldn’t find you. I thought you left,”

She uncrossed her legs and spread them a couple feet apart. “Well, I didn’t leave. I went into the lady’s room and satisfied myself. I pretended I was on your lap and if you would have been near, you would have heard me scream as loud as Miss Bosco did.”

Even in the shadows of her skirt, he could see the outline of her labia through the robin’s egg blue panties she wore. Dana’s manhood began to stir. “I would have liked to have seen that.”

He pushed his chair from the desk and stood. “Lora. I need to check a couple things in the hotel. Would you like to accompany me?”

He could tell Lora was nervous from the slight tremble in her slender frame as she clung to him on the staircase, but once in the special room she displayed no inhibitions. She waltzed around the room touching things as if she were looking to purchase something or even the room. Her fingers caressed the purple and coral floral drapes as she gazed out the window. Her lovely face turned to Dana. “Nice view.” Her long feminine fingers roamed the top of the dresser, opening the top drawer. Standing by the nightstand, she picked up the hotel call card and flicked the lamp on and off.

Finally, she came to the bed, running her hand along and over the coordinated bedspread. “Mmm, looks comfy.” She turned and leaped backwards onto the front edge of the bed and bouncing up and down, giggled as if she were a teen. Looking up at Dana, her eyebrows rose and lifted her forefinger up across her beautiful lips. “Why Mr. Allen, I believe I detect a pronounced bulge in your trousers. Too bad you don’t have a cd player in here. I’d do a striptease for you.”

A striptease would be nice, but not today. He was already brimming with need. God, she looked good. He couldn’t wait to see her lithe frame naked. “Next time. For now, I want to watch you play with yourself,” he quipped as he cast a wicked smile in her direction.

She stood long enough to unzip and step out of her dress. Sitting back on the bed in her light blue lace panties and bra, she flashed an even wickeder smile at him. With her face partially angled away, but her gaze focused solely on him, she lifted a single eyebrow. “I’ll be happy to, but I’d like to see some skin too. How about, you show me yours and I show you mine.”

He laughed, unzipped his pants and slipped his burgeoning cock out.

She gulped, then ran her tongue across her lips. “My Dana, you have a big one.” She unfastened and removed her bra. Her long blond hair draped over her shoulders and covered half of her breasts, but he could see enough to know he liked what he saw. Her breasts were smallish—maybe B cup—but well formed and perfect for her slight frame. Her areolas were pink, casino chip sized and her perky nipples jutted out like thimbles, begging to be sucked upon. He wanted to suck on her nipples. He wanted to do everything to her.

Before he got too wrapped up in her nipples, she laid back. Placing her high heeled pumps on the bed, her hips rose allowing her to slide her panties down to her thighs. As Lora’s fabulous legs twined and rose straight up, she slid her panties up and over her heels. Dana’s fist went around his cock. With her blue panties still hung up on the heel of her left foot she spread her legs wide—and Dana received his first view of Lora’s unadorned cunt.

She watched as he stroked himself, while his gaze devoured her form. She was everything he’d imagined, with her tiny waist, and her perfect looking breasts and ass. While a teardrop diamond pendant graced her navel, her pussy was smooth. A series of four butterfly tattoos adorned her abdomen. Starting from her mons, and, favoring her right side, they grew progressively smaller as they rose almost up to her waist. He decided he would have fun exploring her fabulous body.

A childish laugh ushered forth. “I can tell you like what you see. How about this?” Her fingers glided down to her pussy, rubbing her clitoris for a few seconds, and moving on to splay her folds for him, she showed him her pink.

By then Dana had removed his long sleeved white shirt and tie. “I love it. I have something right here that can fill up that sexy opening you have.”

She laughed her lovely laugh again. “So I see.” She slid back on the bed a foot and retrieving a pillow, slipped it under her head. “Now, I can watch you jack off.”

Jacking off, he was. He was so wound up his skin tingled and felt like he floated in air and she hadn’t even started yet. “Hurry up.”

She lowered her legs and still wearing her heels set her feet on the bed, and spread her legs to the widest angle possible. “I used to be a gymnast. How’s that?”

As he shoved two fingers in her, she gasped and chirped, “Ooh.” The fingers barely fit. “Girls are supposed to like it big. Don’t you like it big?”