It was a dream coming true. Here, alone in a hotel room, with my boss – a woman I had lusted after for years. And to have her pinned up against the door, kissing her passionately.
She broke off our kiss suddenly. "Oh god, Jim," she gasped, "this is so fucking wrong." I stared at her intently, just inches away from her face. I waited for her to tell me to stop, to get away from her. Instead she pressed her nails into my back and urged me into her. I pressed my mouth back onto hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. We both moaned hungrily. I massaged her tongue with mine and was overwhelmed when she proceeded to suck on my tongue as if she were performing oral sex. She was working it delicately with her mouth, sucking up and down its length. Finally she let it go and I exhaled deeply. "I know it's wrong, but I want you so bad, Carrie. I have for a very long time."
"You've hidden it well. You've never made comments, never tried to flirt. I was beginning to think you didn't want me."
"Are you kidding, you drive me crazy, Carrie. All those nights working together – all those times alone. We'd be trying to work and in my head I would fantasize about what it would be like to just throw caution to the wind and take you."
"Take me now, Jim, I'm yours." Her words were music to my ears. I stepped back so I could drink in the sight of her. I'd waited so long and fantasized so many times hoping to hear her say that. She was leaning back into the door with her legs spread widely. She was breathing deeply in anticipation, her nostrils flared and she held her chin slightly up, defiantly gazing at me, daring me to finally look upon her openly appreciating her sexiness. Her chest heaved with every breath, her nipples erect and standing prominently beneath the light, slightly transparent fabric of her shirt. I made her wait a moment while I looked up and down her beautiful body. She grinned wickedly at me and I knew our wishes were both the same. This moment we were sharing might be wrong, but it was what we both craved.
Without a word, I slid my fingers between the buttons on her shirt, lightly tugging it out of her skirt where it was tucked. She had taught me to be aggressive and it was time to show her just how well I'd learned. Taking hold of both sides of her shirt, just above her breasts, I violently pulled each side in opposite directions, sending the buttons flying all over the room. "Oh fuck yes," she gasped. I pulled her mouth back onto mine and kissed her deeply.
I slipped the shirt down off her shoulders and looked at her body. I had assumed her tits were a bit small, and that she must have accentuated them with her bras, but looking down at them I knew immediately I'd been wrong. Her breasts were full and heaving against her lacy bra, which was thin and tight and certainly offered no accentuation. The tits she boasted were all hers, not huge but larger than handfuls, probably B cups. The lacy bra was see-through and I could clearly see the dark outline of her erect nipples.
With a deep breath I leaned down and kissed her between her breasts, smelling her sweet, soft skin, making my way up to her neck. She began moaning lightly as I kissed and licked the nape of her neck, over her earlobes, and onto her shoulder blades. I took my time in every place, moving excruciatingly slowly. I let my tongue run down her shoulder, onto her arm, kissing and licking the soft flesh of her arm at the crook of her elbow. I made light kisses down her forearm to her wrist, admiring the sexy, downy hair on her arm. I'd always admired these soft hairs, and found them indescribably sexy for some reason, and I was thoroughly enjoying the feel of them brushing softly against my lips. I kissed and licked her wrist, for no other reason than I loved its dainty little curves, and it smelled strongly of her sweet perfume.
I then kneeled before her and lightly kissed her belly. It was immaculate, like her ass. A soft flesh blanketed muscle beneath, and it was heaven to kiss its soft firmness. I circled her navel with my tongue several times, before sinking it in slightly. "Mmmm, that's so nice," she cooed as I lightly probed her bellybutton. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs, under her skirt and up over her ass, squeezing as I licked her navel.
My hands squeezed her bare ass under the skirt and I knew she must be wearing a thong or G-string. Her ass was warm and smooth; my hands sunk into its soft flesh. I absolutely could not wait to see her sexy panties, to lick them and pull them off with my teeth, just as I'd dreamed of for so long, since the day I'd gotten that tantalizing glimpse up her skirt. But I wanted to keep stoking her fire first; I wanted her to burn for me the way I had for her.
I removed my hands from under her skirt and ran them up her back, kissing higher on her belly as I did so. My fingers found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it deftly with one clean twist and pull. I stood up in front of her, her bra now hanging loosely. I gazed into her eyes as my fingers slowly grasped the bra straps beneath her shoulders. I was going to do this agonizingly slow and let her revel in it. She had seduced me so well for so long; it was now my turn to return that favor. I pulled the straps ever so slowly toward me and freed her breasts from the cups. I then moved the bra slowly down her arms, and dropped it gently to the floor.
I broke eye contact and stared longingly down at her breasts. They were gorgeous teardrops standing pertly on her chest. Even now, in her early 30's, she had not begun to sag at all. Her tits were at attention, the hard, light brown nipples pointing out from the sea of creamy white skin. I stepped into her and dropped my mouth onto her right breast. I circled her nipple with my tongue, not licking it just yet. I was admiring its tautness; light brown and puckered with a small areola.
Carrie leaned her head back against the door, submitting to my administrations wordlessly. After several circling licks I couldn't stand it any longer and sucked her taut nipple into my mouth, flicking it repeatedly with my tongue. Immediately Carrie squealed in delight and gasped, "Fuuuuuuuuck." I sucked hard on her nipple, knowing this was fueling the fire deep within her. I squeezed both tits, holding her soft flesh in my hands. I began to work my mouth onto both of her breasts intermittently, sucking, nibbling lightly, and pinching her nipples between my both fingers and teeth. She was moaning almost non-stop now, but still I was going to make her wait. I wanted to drive her crazy. I continued licking and biting her rock hard nipples for several minutes, squeezing them between my tongue and teeth, flicking them repeatedly.
Finally I stood and stepped back again to look at her. She was leaning on the door, absolutely panting. Without a word I stepped toward her and wrapped my arms around her back. I ran my hands over her ass and found the zipper to her skirt. I pulled it down immediately and even the sound of it unzipping made her gasp. I could tell she was primed. I pulled down on the waistband of her skirt, slipped it free of her hips and it fell softly to the floor. I stood and stepped back once again. Her panties were black and silky. The material covering her pussy was a small triangle, attached with a G-string nearly as thin as dental floss, running in a slightly diagonal line over her hips, around to her ass. Seeing her standing there in front of me, naked, toned, and exuding raw sexuality was making my head spin and my legs rubbery.
"You're a goddess," I said simply, without pretense.
"I'm going to do things to you no goddess ever would. Evil things."
