The only bright spot about my quarterly meetings with John, CEO of the advertising agency who retained my firm to build their custom relationship software, is getting to see Carmen. John is a grade-A ass who I struggle to maintain any semblance of professionalism around, but Carmen? Well, Carmen is an angel.
I’ve never really figured out how she can stay in the office and work for that colossal prick of a boss, but there she is, every time I come by, with a warm smile that lifts my heart each time I see it.
Today isn’t much different from any other time I have trudged, unwillingly, into the swanky glass offices that I so hate to come to. It’s my quarterly meeting today, which basically means it’s my quarterly “let John yell and curse me out for an hour” meeting. I don’t like it. I don’t like him. But my firm has grown and the steady income this contract provides us has allowed us to grow and is still necessary. At least a for a while longer. I’ve fantasized about telling him to shove his contract up his ass about a million times. Probably about the same amount of times I’ve fantasized about Carmen. Sometimes it’s about both of them in amazing detail as I neatly despatch John with a punch to the face and take Carmen home with me as the spoils of war.
As the elevators open, I can see Carmen already. She’s in her early twenties, with a slim tight figure, dark brown hair and intoxicating eyes that always seem to lock onto mine for a little longer than usual. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking. She loves to dress in these sexy skirt/sweater combinations that drive me wild. Her sweaters, coming off the shoulder to reveal a bra strap and rolled up at the wrist to reveal the hint of an arm tattoo. Today she looks amazing. Her fetching red sweater giving me just a hint of what lies beneath. Just enough to set my pulse racing.
“Hi Jordan!” she says brightly as I approach her desk.
“Ah, the best part of my visits” I say as I smile back at her. I love our flirtatious banter. “The boss ready for me?”
She smiles a bit at my comment. I’m pretty sure that she knows exactly how wild she drives me on these visits. At 42, I’m still in reasonable shape. I lift at the gym a coouple of times a week and, while I’m not as thin as I used to be, I’m still in good shape. The little bit of grey I have at my temples and in my stubble seems to actually have the opposite effect on her, as I’ve caught her a few times looking at me a little longer, running her eyes down my body as she appraises what she’d find beneath.
“Ah…” she pauses slightly, blushing a little. “There has been a slight change of plans. Pop in and I’ll go through them with you.”
“Ohh shit…” I mutter beneath my breath. John, you asshole. What is it this time I wonder to myseldf.
Carmen gets up and walks into the office, beckoning me to come in after her. Man those legs…she’s one of the few girls that seems to favour bare legs instead of stockings or tights, and I love that. Her smooth, tanned legs look incredible as she walks in front of me, turns, and closes the door.
“I’m sorry Jordan” she starts “John decided he needed to go somewhere this morning and isn’t going to be back for an hour”.
“What?!”
“I know. I’m sorry. I asked him if I could call and let you know to avoid you wasting a trip, but…you know John”.
“That fucking prick…”
She sighs. As she does one lock of her hair falls down across her face.
God she looks good.
“Look don’t worry” I say to her. “It’s not your fault. I guess we can just reschedule.”
“That’s the thing” she says, looking sheepish. “John wants you to stay and wait”.
“What?” I say incredulously “Who the fuck does he think he is?”
I’m angry now. I feel the flush of heat come up the back up the back of my neck and spread across my face. I can see Carmen feels terrible about this. I bet she really did try to help me. I can’t let her feel bad for this.
“It’s alright” I start to say.
“It’s not alright!” she interrupts. “It’s not OK what he’s doing to you. And I hate it. You’re always such a nice guy and you guys do amazing work. You don’t deserve this”.
That makes me smile a little. See? Carmen always brightens my day.
“Do you mind if I use some office to do some work while I wait?” I ask Carmen. “Unless you want to run off with me someplace warm and we can leave this office behind” I joked flirtatiously.
Abruptly Carmen stands up and heads for the door.
Shit I’ve offended her…
“Carmen wait I’m sorry….I was just kidding around” I stammer.
Carmen stops at the door and waits for what seems to be an eternity. Have I fucked this up by going too far? Is she really pissed? Have I offended her?
Slowly she closes the door, and turns the key in the lock.
What the….
She turns around to look at me. I can’t help but drink all of her in. Her hair, now falling softly over her beautiful face. Those eyes searching out mine. Her lips, with a soft pink lipstick looking inviting. Her long bare legs go up to a medium length leather skirt. Her red sweater baggy, but still managing to outline her perky breasts.
“I fucking hate John” she says softly as she walks towards me. “He’s an asshole. He’s rude.”
I swallow nervously. Our eyes our still locked on each others.
“You don’t deserve that” she continues softly. “You’re smart, funny and kind. And sexy…”
At this point she reaches me and lifts her right had hand to caress my face. I can smell the floral perfume she wears and her face flush with excitement.
“You need to fuck me right here on his desk” she whispers.
I’m stunned. In all my fantasies this is how a lot of them begin, with Carmen telling me she wants me in the office. I’ve played this out a hundred times, imagining the feel of her soft skin, the taste of her lips, the heat of her body.
“I…” I begin nervously, but she cuts me off by pressing her lips up to mine.
My inhibitions vanish instantly. This stunning young women is everything I want and more. She’s here. Now. In front of me.
Our lips press harder together and I gently probe her mouth with my tongue. We lock together and move harder and harder together. our hands find each other’s and we intertwine our fingers together as we stay locked in a passionate kiss.
This close I can feel the heat of her skin. I don’t care what happens now. I need her. She needs me.
I push her up against the wall and she gives a little cry of surprise. Her eyes widen and her smile broadens as she feels me take control of her body.
I move my hands up underneath her sweater and feel the firm breasts underneath. I slip her bra up and free them as I circle her nipples with my fingers, gently caressing them and feeling them harden.
I gently move my tongue down across her neck. I feel her body tense with pleasure as I trace my tongue down her neck and on to the top of her chest.
In a quick move, she pulls her sweater off and throws it down to the floor, revealing her breasts, now free of a bra, and perfect nipples. I bury my head in the space between her breasts and breathe in her smell. It’s so perfect.
I flick her right nipple with my tongue and get a small gasp of pleasure from Carmen as my reward. Her nipples are rock hard now. I can feel her whole body waiting for more.
I sink down to my knees in front of her. Her beautiful bare legs are there, slightly parted, waiting for me.
I touch the back of her knee with my tongue. Her smooth leg seems to go up forever. I work my tongue up her thigh slowly. Teasingly. I can feel her desire. I can feel how much she wants me to make her cum. But I wait. I slow down. I want this moment to last forever.
I slip my hands up her skirts, and look up in surprise.
She’s not wearing any panties.
She smiles down at me. “I took them off before you came” she explains softly “I knew exactly what I wanted today…”
God what a view. Kneeling in front of Carmen, my hands resting lightly on her bare legs, looking up to see her beautiful face, framed by a lock of her brown hair, gazing down over her perfect exposed breasts. I can’t imagine any sight in the world would be better.
I push her skirt up over her waist, exposing her beautifully shaven pussy for the first time. I can see a tattoo over her right waist that I’d never seen before. And her pussy….her pussy looks incredibly. Perfectly shaven. Perfectly warm. Perfectly delicious.
I turn my attention back to her leg as I drag my tongue up to kiss her inner thigh. I can feel her fingers run through my hair as she leans back on the wall, enjoying the sensation of my tongue lightly pressing to her flesh.
I lick gently right next to her pussy. I can feel her tensing with expectation. i know what she wants. But I don’t give in. Not yet. I move over to the other leg and press my tongue next to her pussy. I breath my hot breath on to her pussy and I can feel her pushing my head towards the target.
I hold back again. I move up above and flick my tongue back and forth right above her pussy. So close. So close. I can smell the soft musk coming up from below and can see the wetness start to appear. I know what she wants.
Finally I give in, and dive my mouth so that it encircles her warm soft pussy.
“Jesus…” she moans pulling my head in harder.
My tongue starts to work much harder now….probing her pussy and circling her now swollen clit. I flick my tongue back and forth, back and forth over her clit as I part her lips with my fingers. I probe further with my tongue and feel the tightness give way.
We’re now working in rhythm together. Back and forth. Back and forth. My tongue applying just the right pressure. My mouth just the right warmth. I can feel her moving with me. Her legs shaking, her hips thrusting. I can feel the pressure in her body mounting.
I push a wet finger into her pussy.
“FUCK” she gasps “as I feel the first wave of her orgasm shake her whole body. I stay connected to each part of her. My tongue is on her clit, my mouth encircling her pussy and my finger softly probing inside her. We move together again and again. Each movement produces another gasp, another wave of orgasm, another shudder of her body.
After 15 waves, she pulls me back. Her face is flushed. Her eyes wide.
“That’s the hardest I’ve cum in ages” she whispers to me, as she brings her face down to mine to kiss me. I can feel her breathing slow down slightly. The storm has passed and her body is coming back down from the heady heights it was just exploring.
I pull back and smile at her.
God she’s beautiful.
I stand up. At this point I am about as rock hard as I have ever been, and the evidence is poking at my jeans. She looks down and giggles a little.
“Is that for me” she laughs softly, letting her hand drift down to caress the hardness beneath my jeans.
“Mmmm…” I whisper softly, enjoying the view and the feel of her hand finally pressed on my swollen cock.
She grins at me, and sinks down to her knees.
How many times have I dreamed of seeing her down on her knees?
She carefully unzips my trousers and undoes my belt. Pulling my jeans down she frees my hard cock from my boxers like a spring finally uncoiled.
“I have been dreaming of you filling my mouth with your cum for months” she says, looking up at me. “Is that what you want to do now?”
“Fuck me yes” I say, and gasp as she lowers her head down and takes the tip of my ock into her mouth.
She looks up again and smiles. Keeping eye contact she lowers her head and drags her tongue up the length of my shaft. She flicks the top again. She’s teasing me.
“Jesus…” I murmur as I revel in the lock of her beautiful face pressed up next to my hard cock. It’s a sight I’ve dreamed about.
“I want to fill your mouth with me cum” I repeat, completely lost in the moment. “And I want you to swallow it all…”
She stops and smiles.
“I’ll never waste a drop of you J”…
She turns her attention back to my cock as she sinks her mouth down over the top and takes the length into her mouth. The heat of her mouth surrounds my cock and she starts to apply the perfect amount of pressure….up and down….up and down….working her way around my cock.
I lean back against the wall. The pleasure is mounting. I am not sure how long I can last at this rate.
“Jesus if you keep going like that I’m not going to be able to stop myself from cumming” say to her as I can feel the pressure mounting.
“mmmm….” she murmurs without stopping. She quickens the pace and the pressure. Up and down she works my cock putting just the right amount on each stroke. I can feel myself pass the point of return now. I’m going to explode.
“I’m cumming…” I say to her as the first jet of hot cum shoots into her mouth. She doesn’t stop and wave after wave of hot thick cum shoots into her mouth as my hips buck and my knees go weak.
After about 30 seconds, she pulls her head back from my waist and looks up smiling.
“God that WAS a lot of cum” she laughs.
A tiny last bit of cum has leaked out of my cock and she looks down at it.
“Ah…dessert” she says, as she flciks her tongue out to grab it and bring it into her mouth. “You’re really tasty you know?”
“I’m so glad” I say, now physically spent.
“Hmmm…how about next month’s meeting you fuck my ass on John’s desk?” she asks, her eyes twinkling naughtily.
“Are you serious?” I ask, surprised.
“Fuck yes I am” she says. “This is our new meeting routine”
“I think I’m going to like comiing here from now on” I laugh. “Fuck John!”
“No. Fuck me!” she laughs. “My body is yours. Whatever you want, you can have”.
“I want your ass then” I say hungrily.
“Next month….” she says with a wink.
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