Business Meeting

Tony was all business; right down to the dark subtly stripped suit he wore. The blue button down pressed crisp and the classic tie did nothing to dispel the image. In fact it only made the blue of his eyes more intense. He was an impressive image across the board room table. We had worked together on the project for weeks now. Checking and rechecking the figures on the proposal had been a tedious task. Our team tweaked the presentation so that nothing was left to chance. The business plan was solid. Now it was up to us to sell it to the investors. I sat across the room in a new suit, purchased just for today’s meeting; professional yet still feminine. The jacket buttoned right under my breasts which were encased in a navy lace push up bra. A lacy camisole peaked out from beneath the jacket. The tight a-line skirt hugged my hips and flared. A matching lacy thong was underneath. Pointed toe three inch heels completed the look. In fact I’d caught several of the investors’ eyes on me instead of the presentation. Tony had the pitch down pat. He was half way through and things were going smooth. No negative questions and a few insightful ones meant he had them eating out of his palms. His voice was deep and mellow without a hint of nervousness. He was moving into the marketing portion which meant it was my time to shine. He motioned toward me and I made my way to the front of the room. I knew they were watching. My hips moved side to side as I crossed the floor. I moved my chestnut hair back over my shoulder, smiled and reached for the remote that controlled the projector. As Tony’s hand brushed mine, I could swear I felt a tingle. I took center stage making sure to hit all the highlights. I assured the group we had thought through the announcements and had a solid plan in place to develop the company’s potential thereby guaranteeing them a solid return on their investment. I could feel Tony’s eyes on me as I fielded questions. As I concluded, Tony joined me at the head of the table. A few final questions, now all that was left was their vote. We left the room to await their decision. We walked down the hall and he followed me into my office instead of going on down to his. He shut the door behind us. “Well, what did you think,” I asked. He sat on the edge of my desk as I sat down in one of the chairs normally reserved for clients. I crossed my legs daintily allowing one of my shoes to dangle and the skirt to climb exposing a length of skin. I watched his slacks pull taunt across his muscular thighs. “I think you’ve been making me crazy all day,” he answered unexpectedly. I’m sure my expression gave away my surprise. But instead of answering, I tilted my head and allowed the long strands to fall over my shoulder. I know he saw my tongue, damp and pink, flick over my lips as my gaze made its way up his body. My eyes came to rest on his face but still I didn’t answer; I just smiled. “Well?” he prompted. “Isn’t blue your favorite color?” I asked. “You know it is,” he replied. “Now tell me do your pretty panties and bra match that suit? Are you wet at the thought of me touching you?” “Why don’t you see for yourself?” He moved quickly closing the distance between them. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck and tilted my head back so that his mouth could claim me. My lips parted for him. I could feel his cock hardening as he pulled me against him. He turned me so that the desk was behind me. I felt his hand, so large and warm, slip beneath my skirt and move up my thigh. I knew he was going to find a wet patch of silk. I felt him smile against my lips as his hand reached my panties. “So you were thinking about me today,” he whispered against my ear just as his tongue traced the lobe. He withdrew his hand and a small moan of displeasure escaped my lips before I realized it. He reached for the buttons on my jacket. Slowly, he undid one at the time. Then he slipped it from my shoulders. He lowered his head and I felt his mouth as it closed around my left nipple. The camisole was so thin and the lace bra was not much of a barrier. I felt my nipple harden as his tongue flicked across it through the fabric. My back arched and pressed me closer to him as I felt him bite down on the hard nub. His hand moved to the other side and he thumbed my other nipple as he continued torturing me with his mouth. When his mouth released me, I pushed away. I smiled thinking two could play this game. I rested my hips against my desk and lifted my leg until that pointed toe was level with his chest and gave him a little push backwards so that he ended up sitting in one of the chairs. I reached behind me and unzipped the skirt making a show of working it down my hips and letting it fall to the floor. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as he watched. I sat back on the desk, letting my shoes fall, as I slid back onto it until my heels rested on the edge. I reached between my legs and pulled the small scrap of silk to the side. I heard him take in a deep breath. I could see the bulge in his pants grow. I stroked myself. I knew he loved how I looked all slick and bare. “You have the prettiest pussy,” he said. “All pink and wet. Show me how you like it.” I continued with the long slow strokes for a few minutes before I let one finger dip inside again and again. Then I withdrew the finger and brought it to my mouth where I swiped it across my lips like gloss. I let my tongue circle my lips. Then I slipped my hand down to just touch the tip of my clit. “Mmmmm. Do you want to taste baby?” He was out of the chair before I knew it. He grabbed my wrists and pulled them free from where they had held me propped up. I all but melted into the desk as his shoulders pushed between my legs spreading me wide. The hard edge of the desk made me think of his hard cock filling me up. His tongue replaced my touch. Long swipes up and down my pussy making me quiver. I grabbed a handful of that thick dark hair as his head disappeared back between my legs. I pulled his face into my wetness. He sucked my clit into his mouth making me lift my hips from the desktop. I could feel desire coursing through my body. It was like a flame snaking its way to my core. I have no idea how long he stroked and sucked me. I was soaring then just as the intensity reached a point where I thought I’d explode he stood up and moved over me. His cock was so impressive. It was thick, hard and glistening with cum. I wanted to lick it clean, but Tony had other ideas. With one long, hard stroke he buried it inside me. The way he stroked sent liquid flames throughout my body. He was fucking me fast and hard. I met him stroke for stroke.