The limo glides up the plane-tree alley. Wind rustles leaves. Sun blasts the chateau facade. Chauffeur’s eyes flick to the rearview. I catch him staring. My plump curves strain the bordeaux suit. Smile betrays my severe look. First time at a seminar. Skirt rides up thighs. Feel their gazes: boss confident, young hotshot ignoring me. Silence thick. Anxiety hits. Glance around plush interior. His eyes lock mine again. Heart skips. He looks charmed, not leering. Broad shoulders, bit stocky like me. Stirring.
Step out. Tiny feet in black pumps. Firm calves stretch. His floral perfume wafts. Nervous flick of curls. Timid glance meets his. Pulse races. Imagine his hands. Cock twitches his pants. He bolts to driver’s seat. Young stud’s ass flexes above. Athletic. Tight. Blush burns. Then hostess: tall brunette goddess. Amused eyes. Appraising. Hungry?
Building Tension
Her hand brushes my ass as she guides me in. Shiver up spine. Whispers hot: “We agree on that stallion’s qualities.” Laughter bubbles. He turns, slips between us. Grins: “Your smiles make me invincible, bursting with energy.” She laughs, pinches his ass. I flush, smile shy. Heat pools low.
Conference room hums. Printer whirs. Mouse clicks echo. Door clicks shut, locked vibe. Coffee scent mixes jasmine perfume. Tension coils. Eyes dart open-space style across tables. Present report sharp. Boss nods. Young guy’s gaze softens, encouraging. Like old lovers. Stir deeper. All day, focus cracks. His eyes linger. Hers too, hostess circling.
Evening reception. Champagne pops. Laughter booms. Door swings. I enter black velvet dress. Cleavage bares shoulders. Chignon shows neck tattoo. Heel slips. Grab rail. Blush. All stare. Boss escorts. Hostess leans, fingers graze bare shoulder. “Gorgeous dress.” Skin tingles. She flirts open with him at bar. I sip, pommettes glow.
Chauffeur interrupts. Fake call. Young guy storms out, pissed. Rain patters. I follow her whisper. Parking lot dark. Gravel crunches. She lured him. There: him blindfolded on Chevy hood. Cock rigid under moon. She beckons. Embrace her. Tongues clash. Help her hike green dress. Bare ass. Guide her over his face. He laps eagerly. New pussy, but devours. My turn next?
The Explosive Release
She mounts his cock reverse. Juices drip. I straddle his mouth. Tongue dives deep. Anomalies? Blind. Doesn’t care. Sucks clit hard. Moans vibrate. Her hips grind. Slaps echo wet. Rain slicks skin. Cock thrusts up. Fills her. Fingers pinch my nipples. Pull curls. Dirty talk hisses: “Eat that pussy, stud. Make her squirt.”
Switch. I ride cock. Thick, veiny. Stretches. Pound down. Balls slap ass. He groans into her cunt. She grinds face. Hands roam. Squeeze tits. Bite necks. Orgasms build. Taut. Feral. Cum floods me. Clench. Milk him. She quivers, juices his chin. Blindfold off. Shock. Then grins. Fucks harder.
Chauffeur watches shadows. Joins? Later. Boss spies binoculars. Voyeur thrill. Bodies slick. Grunts. Slurps. Climax crashes. Scream muffled. Cum sprays. Collapse panting.
Reajust dress. Wipe thighs. Smear lipstick. Hair tousle fixed. She winks. He zips. Slip back. Door creaks reception. Laughter resumes. Smile serene. Boss nods. Champagne flute clinks. Act normal. Pulse still races. Secret burns. Tomorrow? More.