The Office After Hours

She smiled at him as he entered the room. "Have a seat." She gestured towards the seat at the head of the table that is usually occupied by Mr. Roberson. His arched eyebrow indicated he questioned the move, but he chose to say nothing as he took the seat.

"That seat suits you."

"It's not exactly my thing. I don't think I could be a 24/7 jerk. At least I hope not."

"I have a hard time picturing you that way."

He smiled. "Do you think about that a lot?" He said with a hint of tease in his voice.

"Maybe." She smiled a little coquettish smile as she quickly turned to the screen displaying the presentation.

His smile broadened. "so, what do you have to show me?" He hoped that she had something on her mind other than work.

She glanced back to him. This time it was her turn to arch an eyebrow in his direction. She turned back to the screen and started working her way through the bullet points on the screen. He had to admit she did a good job. Her metrics were right on point. She was poised and professional. Brad wanted her more and more with each passing minute. Her tanned legs kept drawing his attention. He swore he saw a small grin catching the corner of her mouth more than once. He was sure it was because she caught him looking.

At the conclusion she turned to face him. "So, do you have many questions?"

He cleared his throat. "I have so many questions?"

The impish smile returned to her lips. "Oh, do you?" She took a semi defiant position facing him. Her hands on her hips.

The light from the screen behind her highlighted her figure. He envisioned running his hands down hips and the small of her back, running his hands down her butt. He would bring his hips tightly against hers.

"Cat got your tongue?" She smirked.

"Now there's a thought." He couldn't believe he was being so bold with someone he had just connected with. There was something about her that brought out the excitement in him like no other before.

Amanda to on the appearance of feigned surprise. "What exactly did you mean by that I wonder?" She took a few steps forward until she stood before him. Close enough to be between his knees. Her fists were still clenched against her hips as she smiled down upon him.

"I don't think it takes much imagination to know what I'm talking about." His hands, which had been resting on his thighs as he sat, reached out and touched the bare skin of her thighs.

"Oh, think I'm going to have to go to HR about this.? She joked.

He leaned forward in his chair. "Am I doing something wrong?" His fingers tracing lines lightly down the back of her legs.

"Hmm, I think there something about this very situation in the employee handbook."

"I really don't think your outfit meets the company dress code."

She spun away from him with an emphasis of false drama. "What's wrong with my outfit. You seem to like it. You haven't been able to keep your eyes off me." She looked over her shoulder at him in his seat teasingly.

Standing up, he slid his hand across her slim waist, pulling her back against him. She melted back into him, running her nails lightly along the arm around her waist. His lips finding the nape of her neck. Light kisses traced their way higher up her neck. The sweet smell warm of her skin multiplied his excitement.

A small moan escaped her lips. Her back arched causing a cascade of her soft hair to fall across his shoulder. She felt his manhood throb as it pressed hard against her. Her hips started a slow agonizing sway against the bulge pushing hard against her butt.

She swung around and faced him. They paused for the briefest of moments, taking time to survey the look of excitement in each other's eyes. She kissed him quickly before giving him a shove causing him to plop unceremoniously into the chair he had occupied during her presentation. Her devious smile alleviated the surprise he felt.

She turned and a step away from him.

"So, you think my outfit is too skimpy for the company dress code?" She looked back over her shoulder. A sly smile on her lips.

"You are showing a lot of leg." HE joked. "Not that I mind in the least bit."

She lifted her leg showing off her shapely calves.

She turned back to face him.

"Your thighs are pretty hot too."

"Oh? You don't think this skirt shows too much?"

"No, not at all."

She hiked her skirt up an inch or so giving him a better view of her well-toned thighs. His heartbeat up its rhythm once again as he noticed a peek of her red panties. His jaw must have dropped, and he knew he was blatantly staring.

"Enjoying the view?"

"You have no idea." His voice seemed strained to his own ears.

She giggled at his response. She stepped forward again. Standing between his knees. He wasted no time in scooting forward. Reaching down, he put his hands on the back of her calves. He enjoyed their warmth and smoothness as he massaged her skin. The position brought his face much closer to the exposed strip of her panties. Her hand reached behind his head, stroking his hair bringing light chills to his spine.

His hands moved higher, feeling his way to her lower thighs. She raised her skirt a higher.

"Do you think HR would have a problem with these?" She nodded down towards the strip of fabric that was now inches from his face.

"They'd be crazy to have an issue." He heard the words come from his mouth.

His hands slid higher, now massaging her upper thighs. He admired how toned she was as he slid his hands just to the back of her legs just below her butt. He pried his eyes away from the sight in front of him. Looking up into her face for any sign of disapproval.

She smiled down at him, alleviating any question he might have had about moving too fast by pulling his head forward. His nose meeting the silky-smooth fabric of her panties. The smell of her excitement filled his nostrils as he breathed deep. He felt as though his desire received a jolt of electricity.

He let his lips trace small circles across the soft fabric. His desire built with each moment. Soft moans escaped Amanda's lips. Brad could barely contain himself. He pried his face away from her body and stood up. His hand reached behind her head and gently pulled her lips to his. Her lounge found his as he pulled her body against his. His excitement throbbed against her as she did her best to pull him closer as she slowly ground against him.

His hands eased down from her waist finding her well-toned ass. Her lips left his mouth and found their way to his neck. Lips and tounge alternated as she slowly worked her way up his neck with light tantalizing touches. He found his head was swimming. The only thing on his mind was her, and only her.

Her skirt hiked up even more as he caressed her toned butt. Her hips were doing a slow swivel, grinding his rigid cock against her. He stepped back ever so slightly to give himself a moment of respite. The excitement had built up so much he didn't want to ruin the moment with a premature release. He moved a hand to the bottom of her taught stomach. Her stomach muscles quivered with excitement as soon as he made contact.

She had nibbled her way up to his earlobe. Her breathing was hot and moist in his ear as he eased his fingertips under the soft waistband of her panties. She moved hers hips back slightly to allow him easier access. His fingers advanced, their progress seemed agonizingly slow. The fabric of her panties stretched against the back of his hand. Her breathing hastened as he started to encounter the soft hair that she had groomed into a thin landing strip.

She bit his earlobe with enough strength to get his attention but soft enough as to not cause any pain. A sharp gasp hissed in his ear as his fingers made contact were soft folds. The heat was amazing as his fingers slid across her slick swollen clitoris. Using his thumb and index finger he gently twirled her clit causing her head to tilt back. Her eyes half-lidded as she appeared ready to cry out.

She used one hand to hold onto his shoulder, using him for balance as she arched farther back. Her other hand found his straining cock. She stroked its length through his pants. Her stroking turned into a hard grip as a loud long gasp escaped her lips. Her body convulsing as waves of pleasure swept through her. He had to move his arm around her waist to support her as her legs were in danger of no longer being able to support her. He didn't dare stop massaging her clit as he wanted her to continue to quake and writhe.

A final moan escaped her lips as she put her head against his chest. He had stopped massaging her pleasure center though his hand continued to slowly rub her pussy. Tilting her head to peer at him she looked a little frazzled. Her lips still held an impish grin.

"If you keep rubbing me like that, you're going to get me going again."

"I think I'm more than capable of handling that."

Her grin widened. Her hand, still wrapped around his shaft through his pants, tightened her grip.

"I need to take care of this for you."

Leaning down, he met her lips with his, engaging in a long passionate kiss.

As their lips parted, he said: "I can hardly wait, but I'm not done with you yet." It was his turn to sport an impish grin of his own. Picking her up he placed her on the table. Massaging her legs, he gave her another passionate kiss.

"Now I'm going to taste you."

Reaching down, he helped her out of her panties. Getting down on his he admired the site before him. Her pussy was freshly shaved save the "landing strip" of hair adorning her mons. Her excitement showed. Her lips were very wet and a additional juices were flowing freely down the inside of her thighs and leaving a small puddle on the conference room table.

He started slowly kissing the soft skin on the inside of her thighs. Working his way down to her waiting sex, he maintained eye contact. He could tell from the look in her sweet brown eyes that the anticipation was killing her. She squirmed as he got closer enjoying the deliberate march towards her pleasure.

He let his lips graze over the bare skin on her swollen lips. The light touch made her tremble and moan softly. The urge to dive in and devour her nearly overwhelmed him. They made eye contact briefly, the hungry look of desire shared between them. Summoning all his restraint he dipped his tongue into the sweet nectar that flowed from the opening of her pussy. Dragging the tip of tongue slowly upwards tasting her excitement until he found her swollen clit. Tracing small circles around her erect love button he teased her with pleasure to come. Her squirms told him she was aching for him for release. Pausing, he saw how heavy she was breathing. Her fists were clenched into tight balls. As she looked down at him their eyes locked. Her look was equal parts lust and pleading.

He smiled coyly at her. Amanda returned his grin as best she could. He licked his lips as seductively as he could causing her to giggle. He smiled as he slowly approached her. Her giggling stopped as her breathing became a pant. He placed the tip of his tongue just below her clit. A few more moments of exquisite torture. Her legs started to quiver as she waited. The anticipation was nearly painful.

He flicked his tongue across her pleasure center quickly, exerting firm pressure. Her body involuntarily quaked as though as bolt of electricity had coursed through her. Her look was pleading as he returned her gaze with a smile that could nearly be described as a smirk.

He pounced again. This time, he didn't pull away. His tongue danced across her clit with varying pressure. Light flicks with the tip of his tongue mixed with longer, harder strokes of firmer pressure. He listened to her moans, judging which motions brought her the most pleasure. He used his lips to suck on her clit while he used strong strokes from his tongue on her love bud. Her moans reached a pitch that he had not heard yet. He glanced up to see her biting on her hand trying to stifle her cries of pleasure. He was so engrossed, he had nearly forgotten that he was at the office.

Her back began to arch. Her stomach rising towards the ceiling. His jaws were getting tired and he

found it difficult to breath but there was no way he was going to stop. Her stifled moan reached a pitch that surprised him. A palm slapped flat against the table resonated through the empty conference with a loud S-M-A-C-K! The hand she had been using to stifle her moans found the back of head. She grabbed a handful of hair, holding his head still.

"YES! YES! YES! RIGHT THERE! OOOOHHHHH YESSSSS! DON'T STOP! OOOOHHHH GOD! EEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIII!!"

He didn't dare stop as her body quaked and trembled. How she managed to keep her hips relatively still as wave after wave of her orgasm rung through her he wasn't sure. A trail of her juices ran from her drenched pussy to his now soaked chin as she pulled his head away. Her knees locked together as aftershocks continued to rock through her. Reaching out, he held her hand as the quakes slowly subsided.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I can't recall ever being better." She was still catching her breath.

She propped herself up on her elbows. "Careful." He said noticing the puddle on the table.

"Oh! Okay." He helped guide her off the table without disturbing the puddle she created. He wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. She pushed back against him a little hold not allowing him to pull her to his chest. He looked at her puzzled, wondering why she would deny him.

"Is that me on all over your chin?" She held her hand over her mouth in surprise.

Feeling his chin, he found it slick with her sex. "Oh yeah, that's all you." He said with a smile.

She giggled a little. She pulled away from him and went to her purse. Her skirt was still hiked up revealing her beautifully shaped ass. Even in the dim light of the conference room he could discern the tan lines left by her bathing suit. He couldn't help but think that must be some bikini. The bright white contrasted against the tan of the surrounding skin drew his focus like a target. As she bent down to her purse, he must have let a little groan. His erection was painful at this point.

She stood up with a tissue in her hand. "I guess you like that view." All he could do was nod. He was officially speechless. She used the tissue to clean off his chin.

Reaching down, she grabbed a hold of his shaft. "Now it's your turn."

She looked him in the eye as she unzipped the fly on his pants. His body now threatened to burst through the material of his briefs. Gripping the base with one hand she started stroking his length with what seemed to be an agonizing pace. Leaning in she kissed him long and deep, her tongue darting and dancing across his.

She broke off the kiss abruptly giving him an unexpected shove as she pulled away. He fell backward landing in a chair with a surprised thump. He was vaguely aware that this was the chair that his boss regularly inhabited during meetings. Amanda parted his legs as she got down on her knees in front of him. The little smile on her lips was mirthful but the look in her eyes was all business.

She unbuckled his belt and the button on his khakis before tugging both his briefs and his pants down. His swollen cock popped out of his briefs, straining towards his stomach. Amanda looked into his eyes.

"I bet that feels better." She was massaging his inner thighs.

His eyes were locked on her every movement. "Uh-huh!" he heard himself utter.

One of her hands met his balls. She started gently stroking and kneading. Her hand other wrapped around the base of his cock. She gave the base a firm squeeze. Brad couldn't contain the low moan that escaped his lips. A pearl of pre-cum escaped from the tip rolling down his swollen glans. She noticed his shaft twitching with his heart beat.

She used her finger to trace the small circles around the head of his cock. The slippery pre-cum eased the path of her digit. The light touch further amped his anticipation. Pleasure rippled through him with each pass of her hand. She began to slowly massage the length of his shaft. She watched him intently, feeling the heat in her hand as she slowly jerked him off.

Brad squirmed in his seat. He hadn't been this turned on in a long time. Part of him wanted to pick her up, bend her over the table, and push his cock deep inside her. He wanted to see want she would do next. The anticipation was driving his desire.

Amanda gripped the base of his member as she leaned in. She lightly swirled her tongue around the bulging head of his rigid cock without taking him into her mouth. His head tipped back, eyes closed back slightly arched. Air hissed through his teeth as a wave of sensations gripped him.

"Brad?" She had stopped.

"Hmm?" He opened his eyes and looked down at her perch between his legs.

She was running his head back and forth across her lips. She was watching him intently.

"Is everything okay?" He managed.

"Everything is great" She gave his frenulum a gentle lick causing a shiver of pleasure to course through him. His hold on his composure was attached by a thread.

"I want you to keep your eyes open and watch me." Her lips grazed his length. Her lips coming to rest at the base of his cock.

He imagined the little grin on his face must have looked pretty goofy as he nodded dumbly.

She flashed a bright smile. Her eyes locking on his. In a quick motion she took him into her warm welcoming mouth. Pausing, she gave him a little wink before proceeding. His shaft slowly disappeared into her mouth as her tongue danced lightly on the underside of his cock.

He watched in amazement as she continued until she had taken his entire length. Her head began to bob up and down, taking him deep each time. Pleasure began to build. Brad took a deep breathe, letting it out as slowly as he possibly could.

Endorphins built with his excitement. His hands clasped at the arms of the chair as his back started to arch. Amanda slowed to an agonizing pace, using more of her lips and the tip of her tongue to exert light fluttering touches. Each flutter was causing him to clench harder than the last. Electricity seemed to be travelling up his spine to the base of his skull, spreading pleasure throughout his body.

She withdrew his throbbing cock from her mouth. Her lips were blushed a deep red and slightly swollen from all the friction. Through his half-lidded eyes, he couldn't help but think she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. Staring him in the eye she appeared slightly bemused at his blissful agony. His pleasure was at her complete control.

Pursing her lips, she blew lightly on the now purple and swollen head as though she was cooling off a meal that was just too hot to consume. A low moan escaped his lips as he enjoyed the sensation. Pre-cum leaked from him, pooling on his lower belly. Amanda leaned forward and let her tongue lock the small pool from his stomach. She continued, swirling her lips around the tip capturing his pre-cum in her eager mouth.

Her head began to bob up and down again as she took his cock into her mouth. At the same time, she started jerking him off using a twisting motion. His excitement built as she increased the tempo. Endorphins felt as though they were exploding from the base of his skull as he progressed towards climax. Once again, his back started to involuntarily arch. His fingers gripped the armrests of the chair hard enough to think he was going to leave marks.

She wasn't trying to tease him anymore. She was bringing him home. He tried to resist, to prolong the pleasure as long as possible but there was only so long that he could hold out. The deep breathes he had been taking were no longer holding him back. He slipped off the edge. His climax arrived in a strong rush the he swore came from the very tip of his toes. His back arch even more as his climax surged once, twice, and finally three times. Collapsing back into the chair, he enjoyed the aftershocks. Her lips were still wrapped around him, milking the very last drops from his member.