His office was just over a block away from her conference hotel. She'd been in meetings all morning. And they'd been messaging all morning, too. She had told him the day before that she'd be in town and inquired if they might get coffee.
He made a different suggestion. And she eagerly agreed. They'd skip the coffee and maximize the time she was allotted on her lunch break.
He heard a slight knock at his door. He opened, she smiled. She smelled of outside sweat and strawberry shampoo.
He pushed her against his desk and kissed her immediately. He could not get enough of her hungry lips, her desperate kisses.
He wore dark gray pants, black shoes, and a blue shirt with navy cufflinks. His tie was solid navy. His coat was on the back of his chair.
He pressed into her, and she felt his hardness against her stomach.
In slight heels, she was just over 5 feet tall. She wore a black and white dress and her dark hair was cut short.
As they embraced and kissed and celebrated their second meeting in a month, his hands wandered and discovered she was without panties.
"I didn't think you'd mind," she told him.
He just smiled.
And kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders.
Her hand massaged his throbbing cock through the wool of his pants and cotton of boxer briefs. She looked into his eyes as if begging.
He looked back. "On your knees...," he said.
And she felt a tinge of wetness as he began unbuckling his black leather belt.
He unbuttoned, she unzipped. She noticed the immense bulge barely held in by his dark boxer briefs. She kissed his member through the cotton and looked up at him, her tiny hands pulling down and revealing a throbbing, glistening member.
She kissed his cock, kissed it from tip to base. Her lips small, soft, hungry. She was gentle, teasing. He looked down at her and smiled.
She took his balls in her hand and teased the head of his cock with lips and tongue, flicking the pre-cum into her mouth.
He watched her work, admired her passion.
When he couldn't take it anymore, he reached down under her chin, lifted her face.
"Sit down," he said.
And she sat on his desk, a touch of her juices against the cool, dark wood.
He kissed her inner thigh as his fingers worked open her wet folds. He licked his index finger clean as she watched and smiled.
His head between her legs, his lips on her clit. Two fingers pulsing in quick rhythm inside her. His tongue lavishing her with praise.
She wanted to get lost, to let go, but her time was short, her phone told her so.
She told him to fuck her.
He stood and walked to the large chair in the corner, his pants at his ankles and his cock rock hard, throbbing, nearly glowing.
She pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra, revealing pleasant, medium breasts.
He grabbed her waist as she approached, kissed her shoulders and breasts, and she straddled him.
Her small handed guided his eager member inside her. She smiled as he entered, telling him he felt amazing.
He leaned back and appreciated the view. His white t-shirt, his cock mostly inside this small, smart, sexy woman. Her body moving up and down very slowly.
He held her waist and asked her how the conference was going. What had she learned?
She told him of the morning meeting, of the chats with colleagues. He told her he loved the way her pussy felt wrapped around his big cock.
She asked him about his morning, his writing.
He told her he'd share his newest story in the afternoon, just as she needed some perking up as the day faded and the conference lulled her mind to a fuzzy state.
The thrill of seeing her there, her breasts bouncing gently, her smile. He couldn't take it. He grabbed her waist and thrust her down on his cock. Held her there as he pushed up, pushed deep. She pulled back, responding in kind to his need. She leaned forward and kissed his lips, his neck, his ear and he pushed as far as he could inside her.
He held her there... then pushed some more. Harder, as hard as he could... one more thrust, another, a third...
Again, again, again, again...
She felt him grow larger, felt him release, felt the warmth of his semen against her tightened walls. He grabbed her ass hard, held it tight, pulled her to him. His cum so forceful, hot, searing.
She moved her leg, let him slip out, and licked their juices from his deflating member. She sat on his lap, completely naked, her hand on his chest.
They rested, relaxed, relished the few moments they had left. The second time in a month they'd been able to see each other.
They couldn't say when the next time would be.
She looked stunning as she walked away, black dress, heels, smooth hair. He buttoned his shirt, sat at his desk, and responded to emails.
She messaged him: "I love fucking you"
He wrote back: "That's the most fun I've ever had in that chair."
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