Lunch Break

She had been working for him for a week now.

She was short, athletic, with perfectly round breasts and a narrow waist. Her legs showed the tone and strength of her days as a high school soccer player. Her olive skin had a warm glow and her eyes were a deep brown.

She was always smiling. No matter what she did. No matter what he asked of her. Her lips were full and typically quite red.

He had promised that if the week went well, he'd take her to a celebratory lunch on Friday.

When she came in, he'd told her that at precisely 11:30, she was to remind him to stop his work and take her to lunch.

She wore red heels to go with a black suit. Even still, she wasn't as tall as him . . . and he was not a tall man. He admired her petite stature, her effervescence. But he knew there was more inside her.

They walked two blocks from the office to a five-story brick building. One of the older buildings in a fairly young town.

She didn't remember any restaurants in this building, but she followed, excited about what she might discovered.

During the interview, she'd wondered if she could arouse him. Could make him respond to her. He seemed very serious and very focused.

She admired his ambition, his drive, his constant working.

Through the week, there'd be almost no time to attempt to distract him. It was learning what he expected and working.

Now, they were together in a narrow elevator. He couldn't escape the warm scent of her perfume, mixing now with the light aroma of outside sweat.

They walked down a very dark hallway and he opened the door. By now, she knew this was not going to be a restaurant, but she remained intrigued.

The room was small, essentially an efficiency apartment. A simple kitchen. A well-made bed with white sheets pulled back perfectly.

He asked her to have a seat on the bed, and excused himself to the bathroom.

On his return, he took off his suit jacket and set it on a chair behind the small table in the kitchen.

He told her to take off her shoes and lie down. Her red heels now at the foot of the bed, she complied.

He opened the drawer in the night-stand next to the bed. As he knelt, he grabbed her hand and placed a metal ring around her wrist. At the end of a long chain, another ring was locked in place around the iron bed frame.

She smiled. As she always did. She knew she had been right about him.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt while she watched him. He removed his belt and pants. Standing before her, in boxer briefs and a white t-shirt. He was clearly beginning to be aroused.

He knelt beside the bed, a gentle kiss on her ankle... another on her leg. To her knee. His hands behind her, unzipping, pulling down her skirt.

Now, kisses again on her legs, her thigh... His hand on her moist panties, applying just the slightest pressure.

He eased her suit jacket over her free hand, unbuttoned her shirt.

Kisses now on her neck, her chest... her soft moans exciting him. As he pressed into her, she could feel his arousal.

His kisses now on her stomach...and down... tongue flicking and teasing.

His hand removing panties... his head between her legs now, her one free hand in his hair.

She had never been with a man this determined to please her. His tongue went inside her, then back out, circling her angry clit. A finger inside her, a second. Massaging delicate folds of skin, pressing in as she began to scream.

A light suction now, then harder, stronger. He was fucking her with his fingers and mouth, his lips and chin covered in her moist essence. He was devouring her, and she was cumming, but he wasn't stopping. A second wave took over and she screamed and writhed beneath him.

He lost no time. Straddled over her chest, she noticed that in pleasuring her, he'd achieved a full erection. His cock was glistening with pre-cum as he pushed down his boxer briefs.

He placed the head of his throbbing member on her lips. Pushed gently. She let him in, savoring the salty taste of him.

She used her hand to stroke as she took all of him in. He grabbed her free hand, pinned it behind her head. He was fucking her face now, taking her the way he wanted. Watching her full, red lips as his cock slid across them.

Her eyes were wide, almost smiling at him. He tensed up, getting closer.

He slowed himself, then took himself out of her mouth.

He bent down, kissing the mouth that had just held him inside.

He told her to turn over. His view was of a half-on suit jacket, a messed shirt, and her perfect, round ass. He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, her hand pulling the chain tight.

His cock against her ass, then a little lower, then inside her.

He went all the way in. All the way back out.

In. In a little more. Back out. He was teasing her. But he wanted more. With both hands on her waist, he entered her. Fully inside, he placed a hand on her neck, pushing her face to the bed. He was in control. He was taking her. He couldn't stop. Could not stop. He tried to slow down, but the feeling of her tight, warm pussy urged him onward. He gave in.

He had what he wanted. And he was moving fast now, pushing hard against her with each thrust. He slowed just a bit... back, then grinding into her, he let out a low grunt. He came hard inside her. Tensing and releasing and his cock at its fullest. And then he collapsed.

Their bodies sweaty, hot, sticky. Their lips met. Her smile grew wider as he held her.

It had been a great first week, they both agreed.