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27 Ocak 2022, 22:26
Ding. I got an instant message. "Hey can you come take a look at account? I cannot figure out where this balance discrepancy comes from." I respond with a thumbs up and head down the hallway to his office. We have worked together for years. Our families attending work outings together, birthday parties, and the like. He is such a nice guy with a beautiful wife and family.
I reach the office. "What cha got, Steve?" I say as I make my way to stand beside him and look at his screens.
He hops up and says, "Have a seat and take a look." I flop down in his chair as I had done many times before. I start navigating through screens to find the issue. As I go along, he leans over me and puts his hand over mine on the mouse. "Let me show you what I found." he says as his hand remains on mine. He leans over my shoulder, his head next to mine. Faintly he whispers, "You smell incredible." I hold my breath and freeze. He inhales my scent deeply and his lips brush my neck. Chills run through me and I let out the most meager moan of pleasure. My thoughts race. 'My husband's office is down the hall past mine. Steve is so hot. Did he hear me?'
His actions answer my thoughts. His hand firmly grasps the nape of my neck as he spins his chair so that I face him. Steve pulls me up and into him. He hungrily kisses my neck as I moan again. He quickly moves his mouth over mine and kisses me deeply. The kisses are hungry and passionate, years of yearning and pent up frustration surfacing all at once. I can feel his manhood engorged and swollen pressed against my abdomen. I ache to feel him inside me. He lifts me up and my ass lands on an empty spot on his desk. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his hard cock against me. My pussy is soaking wet already.
Steve stops suddenly. "No. We will get caught." He is right, the walls are paper thin and his office door is slightly ajar. Luckily the blinds on the window are drawn to block out the afternoon sun. "Can you take some time off next week?"
"Yes." I stammer with a puzzled look on my face.
"Good. Take a day off that Daniel cannot have off." he says flatly. "Can you make an excuse to get out of the house for the day?" Steve queries.
"Sure." I say. Daniel, my husband, often has to work when I don't.
Steve quickly lays out the plan. Meet him at the shopping center that is between our neighborhoods. He will pick me up at 9:30 am.
***
I pull into the back of the parking lot at the local grocery store at 9:25 am. 'Steve is lucky that I am actually on time. I wonder if he will show up.' My stomach has butterflies. This is not the norm for me. A few minutes later, I see Steve's truck pull in beside my minivan. I grab my bag and hop in the passenger seat.
"I didn't think you would show up." Steve says.
"Well here I am." my voice breaks slightly.
He drives to a local hotel, nothing fancy and conveniently located near the beylikdüzü escort (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/beylikduzu-escort/) interstate. He parks around back and we make our way through one of the smaller side doors that he opens with a key card. We go down the hall a short ways and he stops to let us in. Steve takes off his shoes just inside the door. I do likewise.
The room has a king size bed and is rather plain, except for the presence of champagne, flutes, orange juice and a platter of fruit on the desk. Steve pops the cork on the champagne. He fills two flutes halfway and tops them off with orange juice. He hands one to me and says, "Drink up."
"Thanks." I reply. Then, gulp down most of the glass to sooth my nerves. 'Oh great', I think, 'Just what I need on an empty stomach.' He drains his glass in one large gulp. 'Maybe it isn't just me.'
Steve grabs the glasses and places them on the side table. He pulls of his t-shirt revealing his hairy and muscled chest. Steve is average height and has a stocky build. He is fit and the muscles in his arms are defined. He pulls me into him and kisses me fervently. He pulls off my t-shirt revealing a green lace bra. My areola and nipples are clearly visible through the lace. His kisses have ensured that my nipples are rock hard. He pauses to take in the scenery. He says, "God you look good."
I pull off my yoga pants, revealing tiny matching green lace panties. He undoes my bra hooks and pulls my bra off as we kiss. His strong hands massage my tits a bit roughly, kneading them like mounds of dough. Every so often, he pinches or tweaks my nipple. I squeal in pain
I reach the office. "What cha got, Steve?" I say as I make my way to stand beside him and look at his screens.
He hops up and says, "Have a seat and take a look." I flop down in his chair as I had done many times before. I start navigating through screens to find the issue. As I go along, he leans over me and puts his hand over mine on the mouse. "Let me show you what I found." he says as his hand remains on mine. He leans over my shoulder, his head next to mine. Faintly he whispers, "You smell incredible." I hold my breath and freeze. He inhales my scent deeply and his lips brush my neck. Chills run through me and I let out the most meager moan of pleasure. My thoughts race. 'My husband's office is down the hall past mine. Steve is so hot. Did he hear me?'
His actions answer my thoughts. His hand firmly grasps the nape of my neck as he spins his chair so that I face him. Steve pulls me up and into him. He hungrily kisses my neck as I moan again. He quickly moves his mouth over mine and kisses me deeply. The kisses are hungry and passionate, years of yearning and pent up frustration surfacing all at once. I can feel his manhood engorged and swollen pressed against my abdomen. I ache to feel him inside me. He lifts me up and my ass lands on an empty spot on his desk. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his hard cock against me. My pussy is soaking wet already.
Steve stops suddenly. "No. We will get caught." He is right, the walls are paper thin and his office door is slightly ajar. Luckily the blinds on the window are drawn to block out the afternoon sun. "Can you take some time off next week?"
"Yes." I stammer with a puzzled look on my face.
"Good. Take a day off that Daniel cannot have off." he says flatly. "Can you make an excuse to get out of the house for the day?" Steve queries.
"Sure." I say. Daniel, my husband, often has to work when I don't.
Steve quickly lays out the plan. Meet him at the shopping center that is between our neighborhoods. He will pick me up at 9:30 am.
***
I pull into the back of the parking lot at the local grocery store at 9:25 am. 'Steve is lucky that I am actually on time. I wonder if he will show up.' My stomach has butterflies. This is not the norm for me. A few minutes later, I see Steve's truck pull in beside my minivan. I grab my bag and hop in the passenger seat.
"I didn't think you would show up." Steve says.
"Well here I am." my voice breaks slightly.
He drives to a local hotel, nothing fancy and conveniently located near the beylikdüzü escort (http://www.elitescorthatun.com/ad-category/beylikduzu-escort/) interstate. He parks around back and we make our way through one of the smaller side doors that he opens with a key card. We go down the hall a short ways and he stops to let us in. Steve takes off his shoes just inside the door. I do likewise.
The room has a king size bed and is rather plain, except for the presence of champagne, flutes, orange juice and a platter of fruit on the desk. Steve pops the cork on the champagne. He fills two flutes halfway and tops them off with orange juice. He hands one to me and says, "Drink up."
"Thanks." I reply. Then, gulp down most of the glass to sooth my nerves. 'Oh great', I think, 'Just what I need on an empty stomach.' He drains his glass in one large gulp. 'Maybe it isn't just me.'
Steve grabs the glasses and places them on the side table. He pulls of his t-shirt revealing his hairy and muscled chest. Steve is average height and has a stocky build. He is fit and the muscles in his arms are defined. He pulls me into him and kisses me fervently. He pulls off my t-shirt revealing a green lace bra. My areola and nipples are clearly visible through the lace. His kisses have ensured that my nipples are rock hard. He pauses to take in the scenery. He says, "God you look good."
I pull off my yoga pants, revealing tiny matching green lace panties. He undoes my bra hooks and pulls my bra off as we kiss. His strong hands massage my tits a bit roughly, kneading them like mounds of dough. Every so often, he pinches or tweaks my nipple. I squeal in pain