"I have no idea what to do about her," he murmured into my neck.
I hugged him, rubbing his back. I made to break the contact, but instead of stepping back he just lifted his head and looked down at me, his arms still loosely around my waist. Our faces were suddenly very close. His eyes flickered over my face, taking in my eyes, my nose, my mouth, my skin.
"You have beautiful eyes," he said abruptly.
I was frozen in place, completely captured by his gaze.
"Thanks," I said uncertainly, allowing myself to look at his lips. They were very full and soft. I dragged my eyes away and pulled myself free of him, clearing my throat and stepping back towards our papers. "Perhaps we should get on," I said, my heart thumping uncomfortably fast.
Tom stayed where he was, watching me.
"Behave yourself," I laughed nervously, "before we do something we'll both regret."
"I wouldn't regret it," he said indignantly.
I stood in the middle of his sitting room, unsure of how to react or what to do or what not to do. He was beside me in two steps, his hand reaching for my hair, his lips moving towards mine. He kissed me once, briefly, hesitantly, pulling back to check my reaction. I could only stare at his mouth as the room started to spin slowly around us. Tom lowered his mouth onto mine and slowly slipped his tongue between my lips. He slid his arms around me and pulled me into him, pressing my body against his as he kissed me long and hard. My mind whirled with panic about cheating on my husband, doing this with a client, being unprofessional, but I was paralysed by heat and sensation as I melted with lust.
His hands began to wander as we kissed, sliding up and down my body, carefully brushing my breasts until my nipples sprang to attention. He thumbed them softly and I couldn't help but moan against his mouth and tongue. I rotated my hips against his groin and could feel he was erect.
We were panting now, clutching at one another, crushing lips and tongues and bodies together. He slid his hands under my shirt and lifted - I raised my arms and allowed him to pull it over my head. He reached back to awkwardly unclip my bra, staring for a moment in fascination at my 34G's before closing his mouth over a nipple and teasing it with his tongue. I clutched at his shaven head as the sensations gripped me, electricity crackling from my nipples to my pussy where I was growing increasingly wet.
I tugged at his shirt until buttons popped in every direction, pushing it over his shoulders and down his arms until he was bare-chested before me. I traced kisses across his collarbone and he groaned slightly as I reached for his belt buckle. I undid his jeans and pushed them down his thighs, as he unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my black thong.
I sank to my knees in front of him, helping him to step out of his jeans as I eyed the wet looking bulge in his boxer shorts. Slowly, gently, I eased his shorts over his hips, revealing his cock. It was beautiful, smooth and circumcised and standing out proudly at a good 7 inches. The bulging head oozed pre-cum. I looked up at him and lowered my lips to his cock, floating my tongue around the head and tasting his salty fluid. He moaned and moved his hips towards me, pushing more of his meat into my mouth. I sucked him gently, sweeping my tongue around his shaft and coating his juicy prick with saliva. It slipped easily in and out of my mouth, and I caressed his buttocks with both hands as I allowed him to fuck my throat deeply.
"Stop, stop," he said hoarsely, suddenly pulling away. He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet, pressing my lips to his and pushing his tongue into my mouth as if to taste his own cockmeat. He slipped a hand easily between my legs, stroking the cotton of my thong and making me moan with excitement. I could feel my clit throbbing. His fingers slowly, deliberately, moved the material to one side, exposing my shaven pussy. He softly ran a finger between my swollen lips, feeling for my juices, then raised his fingers to my mouth for me to taste. Then he gently reached down again and slipped two fingers inside me, pumping them gently in and out of my cunt until my knees threatened to give way. I stroked his cock softly, feeling the wetness of the head and the hardness of him, longing for him to fuck me.
Tom went down onto one knee to watch his fingers fucking me, then he leaned forward and nuzzled his face between my legs. I cried out as he spread his tongue across my clit, my cunt tightening around his sliding fingers. He smoothed some of my juice up and around my asshole and softly started to probe at it, until he was thrusting a finger deeply into my rectum while he finger fucked my cunt and massaged my clit with his tongue.
Just as I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, he stopped and stood up. We kissed again, laughing together, before he gently turned me around and pushed me towards the sofa. Obediently I stepped over our discarded clothes and bent over the arm of the chair, tossing my long hair over my shoulder and looking back at him as I exposed my dripping pussy to my client. Tom's big, juicy erection stood out rigidly from his body, straining towards me as he approached from behind.
