Your hands grip my hips as I straddle you on the leather computer chair. They slowly explore the curves under the tight jeans I wore just to turn you on. Reaching to the back of me, your hands grab my ass and squeeze, pulling my whole body closer to you. My body gets warm and fidgety just thinking about those big hands, with thick, long fingers. That hungry mouth of yours takes over mine...our tongues dive deep and the exquisite pleasure of the wet textures rubbing makes us breathe harder. One of my hands wraps around your strong, thick neck and my nails can't help but dig into the skin slightly. My other hand is rubbing your pecs and feeling over your broad shoulders.
You love when I wear my tight jeans and low-cut black tank top. The jeans hug my figure, giving away hints of what lies beneath and my black tank gives you easy access to my ample breasts. I love when you're at the computer, working away and I come by to distract you. Kissing, nibbling, licking at your warm neck and teasing your earlobes. At times, I bend over to reach something or lean over you to get at what I need...and you can't help but stop what you're doing to watch. You try and get back to work, but I need your attention and don't let you get away that easily.
Today is no different, only I need you now and I couldn't help just straddling you in the middle of your work on the computer. Why do you have to smell and look so damn good?
My mouth hastily parts from yours and moves down to your warm, thick neck. Biting gently at your earlobes, I can smell that heavy, musky scent of you mixed with your cologne. Just smelling you gets me wet. I leave a light trail of wetness where my tongue has slid over the skin just under your jaw line. Your head leans back and you let out a low groan when I bite over your jugular vein and run my hands through your hair.
No longer waiting patiently, your cock jumps and pushes against the jeans which encase it like a prisoner. You reach down to straighten it under your pants and the bulging head is just visible at the top, peaking out and still straining against the heavy fabric. My hands run down your chest and stomach to the top of your jeans, my nails grazing over the tip of your cock. Your breath catches and as your hips buck slightly, your bulge rubs against my clothed clit, creating a slight shock wave through my body.
My hands bring your face to mine in a hurry and I can't seem to kiss you hard enough. Sitting up quickly, your hands pull me into you and hold me against your throbbing bulge. Being needy, my encaged pussy can't help but begin rubbing against your growing, clothed cock...
Your phone rings. I whine as you give me the apologetic look. Succumbing to the ring, you answer the phone...it's your boss. You'll be on the phone for a while.
Remaining straddled over you, my head rests on your shoulder. I can feel the hardness of your cock going down and your hands have released off my hips. I need to have you now and having to give you up to your boss is killing me. My teeth nibble desperately at your neck and I whimper lightly at your free ear. I can't help but keep humping your groin, pressing the inner seam of my tight jeans against my clit, soaking the fabric with my juices.
You try to keep your voice strong and firm, professional...but it is weakening. You have to take deep breathes to keep from moaning over the phone. It humours me to see you resisting my temptations. But you really have no choice because I've decided to drive you crazy, just as you've done to me. Rising on my feet and taking leave of your heated groin, I begin to slowly remove my clothes...
Allowing the tank top straps to fall over my soft shoulders, I look at you out of the corner of my eye and see you trying to avoid looking. The tank top is easily pulled up and over my head, exposing my firm, large breasts and the hardened, aroused nipples underneath. Your gaze is fixed on me for a moment and with a sigh, you force yourself back to the computer. With a smile, I unzip the fly on my jeans and begin to peel the fabric down over my hips, revealing the supple skin on my ass. I lean forward onto the bed and stick my ass out for you to observe, which you do with obvious desire. Leaning further forward, I continue sliding the jeans down, revealing the swollen lips of my pussy, my long thighs, and strong calves.
You try and reach out to touch the meaty flesh between my legs, but I move out of your reach. The look of desperacy on your face drives me on. You seem to choose the phone instead of me and for that, I'll keep tormenting you...