Office Escapades Catherine

I was working in our conference room, the one we call the board room. It is large and rather corporate and sterile if you ask me. It has a long u-shaped table surrounded by something like 24 chairs. Anyway, I needed to spread out so I had been working there most of the morning. It is fairly private with little to no traffic passing through the hall.

The quiet knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I was seated facing the door and looked up as Catherine walked in with a bottled water and said, "I thought you might like this," as she walked around the table and set the bottle down near me. I thought it odd as she and I have little regular interaction, but hey the view was nice and I was thirsty. Catherine is a very attractive Latina. Long black hair that always has some body and curl to it. A thin face with soft features and glossy, dark eyes always framed with glasses. Her body is fit. She seems to always have a form fitting shirt that outlines perky B cups and her slim waist that flairs ever so slightly with her hips. In pants her ass always seems nice, firm and round.

It struck me that today was the first I could remember ever seeing her in anything but pants. I likely had never noticed. It was a nice summer day, so nothing out of the ordinary for her to be wearing a cute little sundress. It was a blue floral that highlighted her dark skin and black hair. It was held up by fairly thin should straps. The V neck plunged low, perhaps lower than appropriate for most business settings and it seemed clear that she either wore no bra or it was strapless. it was hard not to try to guess with a gaze that lasted a second too long. It stopped just above her knees and, again, highlighted her dark-skinned legs which looked like they were likely baby smooth.

"Thanks for the water," I said, and turned my attention back to my computer. I did not notice her still in the room. Looking up, startled back to the moment, "excuse me," I said.

She repeated, "How did you like Brittany's presentation?" a sly grin on her mouth, beautiful white teeth shining through. I had forgotten that Catherine was the lookout for Brittany, who put on a show for me a few weeks prior. My face must have flushed red as I stammered out a response. "Uh..I...uh....she did an excellent job."

"Well sir, do you mind if I share something with you?"

"What's that?" I asked.

She walked around the table and to within a few feet of my chair. "Do you mind rolling back a little?" she asked. I rolled my chair a few feet from the table. "Excuse me," she said as she moved between the table and me, turning to move my laptop and papers to the side. She turned to face me and leaned back against the table. I wasn't sure what to do so I simply sat there, waiting.

"Can I ask your opinion about something?" she asked. "yes," was all I could get out.

Her hands were on her hips and she began to pull with her fingers, bunching her dress up into her fists until it was up around her waist, revealing her pantiless body. I was speechless as I sat there eyes fixated on the dark black landing strip extending a few inches upward from her pussy, trimmed close but leaving the slightest of curls. "Do you think I should keep it like this her shave it clean," she asked.

"What's the matter, don't you like it?" she asked in response to my stunned silence.

I finally stammerd out, "uh...oh....yes I do."

"I am glad," she said, I was worried you wouldn't". Holding her dress up she slowly spread her feet apart until they were a little more than her shoulder's width. She moved her left hand to the middle of her waist, bunching her dress in her fist. Her right had slid to her stomach and she eased her index finger slowly down her landing strip, paused slightly at the top of her lips, and then eased her finger ever so slowly down her lips. Stopping, she moved her middle finger to her index finger and began the slow journey back to the top where her landing strip started. "ummmm, I am already wet," she said.

She placed her finger on her mouth and slid it in, then pulling it out wet with her spit. She placed her hand back on her mons, middle finger between her index and ring finger. She slid her had down her lips and slowly inserted her middle finger and pushed it deep inside her. She began to rhythmically move her hand up and down, pressing against her pussy while sliding her middle finger in and out. She began to quietly moan as she increased pace and added her index finger to the penetration.

She stopped suddenly, pulled her fingers out and stood. Turning her back to me she hiked her dress around her hips and bent over, laying her chest on the conference table and spreading her feet apart. I sat, staring at an amazing ass and pussy from behind. I was breathless.

Her right hand slid between her legs from the front and her two fingers slipped easily back inside her with a slight sucking sound. She was soaking wet. She moaned as she began to vigorously finger herself and her moaning turned to more of a low grunt. She was breathing hard, fingering herself and rocking her hips back and forth against her fingers. She began to rub her ass with her left hand, finger fucking herself fast...and faster. Her breath was heavy and rapid.

Again, quite suddenly she stood, turned around and lifted her ass onto the table. She slid back to bringing her feet to the table and leaned back on her left elbow. She opened her knees and plunged her middle and ring finger inside her pussy and began rapidly sliding them in and out. "Oh fuck, I...am....getting...close...she moaned. Oh.....fuck."

She slid her fingers out and began to firmly rub her clit, first in a circular motion and then rapidly up and down as she pressed hard against herself. "Oh god....oh.....god, I am going...to cum," she moaned. She laid back and moved her left hand to her left breast and squeezed hard as she rubbed faster on her clit. She moaned louder, "Oh my fucking.... god, oh....oh, he it comes." Her thighs began to shake as if in an intense muscle spasm. She grunted, "uggg....I am cumming...so...hard!" as she clenched her knees together and gasped repeatedly. She lay there, catching her breath while holding her legs together, her hand clenched between her thighs, for what seemed an eternity.

She gradually relaxed and sat up on the conference table, pulling her hand from between her legs and letting her dress fall back into place. she was still breathing hard. "Thank you," she said, leaning toward me. She placed her left hand on my crotch and grinned at the feel of my hard cock, gripping it firmly through my pants. She put her right hand to my mouth and pushed her fingers through my lips, letting me taste the juices on her fingers. It was sweet and delicious.

I reached for her and she stood up. Grinning, she pulled her fingers from my mouth and said, "I hope you enjoy the rest of your day. And please let me know if you need anything. She turned and walked out, looking over her shoulder as she passed through the door.