Author's note: Many thanks to my Volunteer Editor sheath for her time and effort spent in polishing this story up.
Lunchbreak ----------
I hurried into the elevator, just barely missing the closing doors. Leaning over to my right, I pressed the button specifying the level. Another man was already inside. I could feel his eyes traveling up from my 3-inch heels up my stocking legs and on to my mid-thighs, where the electric blue skirt of my business suit ended. A matching jacket hugged my figure and accentuated the curve of my waist, worn with a baby blue silk shirt with the first 3 buttons unbuttoned, providing a tantalising glimpse of my curvy body.
Taking no more notice of the man, I glanced down at my watch. Five past one oβclock. Perfect. Knowing him, he'd still be in his office buried under a pile of work. Lately I'd seen so little of him; with all the overtime he'd been putting into this project he was working on, I decided to work to his schedule for a change. The elevator came to a smooth halt, interrupting my thoughts. I stepped out and walked toward his office. Glancing around, I noticed that the office was deserted. Everyone must have gone on their lunchbreaks early. I smiled to myself...all the better.
The door to his office was closed. Quietly, I opened the door and stepped inside. He was busy talking on the phone and hadn't noticed me entering the room. His back was turned to me as he sat in his leather swivel chair facing the floor to ceiling windows with a fantastic view of the city at his feet.
I clicked the door shut and turned the lock. He swiveled around at the sound of the click and smiled at me. I smiled back and stretched myself out on the sofa while he watched, still talking on the phone. Slowly I leaned forward to take off my shoes, giving him a good view of my cleavage as I bent over. For a small person, I'd been blessed with luscious round breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. Placing the shoes to the side of the sofa, I crossed my legs at my ankles and leaned forward slowly, allowing my blouse to gape open as I took off my jacket and placed that neatly over the arm of the sofa by my shoes.
The cool air conditioning in the room makes my nipples stand erect, pushing against the fabric of my silk shirt, emphasising the fact that I'm not wearing a bra under it. I have his attention now, but he's still on the phone so I mustnβt be doing very well. I hold his gaze as my hands stroke my body, slowly tracing its outline down to the hem of my skirt. I linger there for a moment watching him watch me. I start pulling the hem upwards as slowly as I can manage toward my waist, inch by inch it creeps up, making sure that I have his undivided attention all the way.
Two inches up my legs and the top of my stockings show. I stop there and bring both my legs up onto the couch. Turning so that my side faces him, I hook my thumbs under the top of my stocking and slowly draw it down one leg, taking my time to roll it up carefully, still watching him watch me. First one leg, down the thigh to the ankle then off it goes.
I lean forward again and slowly bring the other stocking down my other leg, all the while with a slight smile on my lips. I'm really starting to get his attention now. His body seems frozen then I only just hear him gasp softly. He leans forward on his desk to get a better view. Slowly I bring both of my legs together at the knees and turn around once more to face him.
He finishes his phone call and hangs up but still remains in his seat, his pewter eyes taking in my every move. With a slightly teasing smile, I slowly draw my legs apart and lean back against the sofa. Very slowly, I draw the hem of my skirt up my thighs, at the same time opening my legs apart as far as they'll go until the skirt is bunched up around my waist. He moans at the sight of my bare pussy and gets out of his chair to walk toward me. I slip one finger into my very wet pussy and stroke my clit gently watching him all the while. He's a tall man and he reaches my side in two long strides.
"Does my baby want to play?" he drawls.
"Uhuh..." I whimper, my clit buzzing.
He's leaning in front of the couch between my legs now and catches my face between his hands in a passionate kiss. His mouth hungrily devours mine as his fingers move everywhere. I gently draw back and slip my fingers, wet with my juices, into his mouth. His eyes darken and his eyelids droop as he sucks at the taste of me, moaning deep in his throat as he cleans my fingers off.