Conscious of the time, I gulped my wine trying to get a buzz a little quicker. I could see this unhappy soul was chugging his beer. That's okay. Having a partial beer on hand is one less distraction. I directed him to the sofa and pushed him down to sit. Doing a quick striptease to the house music, I kicked off my shoes, shimmied off my jeans and unbuttoned my shirt. He took the cue and kicked off his shoes. I unbuttoned his pants, pulled his pants down his legs and was delighted to see he was not wearing underwear. I crawled up his legs and squatted above his cock, then rubbed my satin-covered pussy along his shaft.
Trying to beat the clock was so exciting. I only had fifteen minutes (now ten minutes). He was mesmerized by my lingerie and started touching me all over. The black, lacy corset pushed my breasts up and together. The top of my nipples were just peeking above the lace trim. I bent over and moved closer to him so he could bury his face in my bosom and then he began licking my cleavage. I could feel my nipples hardening to attention. He ran his hands over my black thigh high stockings...and thank goodness, I chose crotch-less, black panties. That made this mission so much easier.
I moved down and saw his cock was semi-erect so I bent over and began licking it and then forcefully jammed the whole thing in my mouth for lubrication. I could hear him moaning and now he was hard as a rock. I slid back up his torso, straddled him, and lowered myself down guiding his slippery hard-on through the slit in my panties and then inside my wet pussy.
I was squatting above his lap moving up and down with a little bit of urgency - he's only got seven minutes left. "C'mon, my friend, you can do this!"
Finally! With a final prolonged moan, he came! I slid off quickly and cleaned us both up with cocktail napkins that were piled on the boss's desk. I put my jeans and shirt on, then put his pants on, then struggled with our shoes. I helped him stand and he was unfortunately pretty woozy. I need to get this guy some caffeine. I put my arm around his waist, his arm was around my shoulders, and we walked out of the office.
I yelled to the bartender that I needed an iced cola ASAP. He complied. My friend guzzled it. "One more, please." I said. He drank this one down too. The band was starting to warm up. I could tell he was starting to wake himself up while I was walking him over to his drum stool. I could hear Pharrell's "Get Lucky" starting to play right on cue. He was smiling when I left...mission accomplished.
