Parking lot hums with engines dying down. Company retreat’s big day over. I step out of my car, legs parting slow. Pink dress hikes up. Black panties flash for Pierre, the shy intern. Mom’s boy, best friend’s son. Virgin eyes bulge. I chat with his boss mom. She nods. ‘Pierre, take Suzy to the yellow conference room. She needs to change.’ My heart races. Perfect. He grabs my bag from the trunk. I bend deep. Ass pops out, round and full under tight fabric. He stares, frozen. Bag heavy in his grip. We climb office stairs to the hotel wing. Dress strains over hips. Stocking seams tease up my thighs to that fat ass he craves. ‘You okay helping, Pierre?’ He mumbles yes, cheeks red. I stroke his cheek. Soft skin. Cute boy. Door clicks open. Yellow room: printer whirs low, coffee scent lingers, mixed with my perfume. ‘Drop the bag. Help me unzip?’ I turn. Zipper glides down my back, slow. Dress pools. Black panty peeks. I slip behind screen. Mirror betrays me. He watches everything. Hands cup my heavy tits, freeing them. Nipples pink, hard. Bend forward. Ass cheeks spread in satin. Garters snap tight on nylons. Pull red bustier dress up thighs. Hips wiggle. Tits squeeze in. ‘Pierre, zip me?’ He trembles behind. Fingers brush skin. Zipper rises torturously slow. I arch. ‘Too tight. I’ve gained weight.’ Tits bulge over. He zips. I spin. ‘How do I look?’ Stars in his eyes. Voice cracks. Kiss his cheek. ‘Go have fun.’ Cock tents his pants. He flees red-faced. Gala later. Champagne flows. I dance, men grinding close. Spot him alone, dreamy. Tipsy, frustrated. Hubby ignores me. Stride over. Cross legs beside him. Tits nearly spill from bustier. Nipples poke. ‘Dance with me, shy boy. Slow on the terrace.’ Pull him out. Night air thick. Hands on shoulders. His on hips. Pull tight. Big tits mash his chest. Thighs press. His cock hardens fast against my belly. Trembles. I grind. Feel that virgin dick throb. ‘Oh Pierre…’ Whisper hot. He stiffens. Hot spurt soaks through. Cum floods his pants, drenches my dress. Shame hits him. He bolts. I grab wrist. ‘Wait.’ Terrace door past. Lock conference room. Click echoes. Printer hums. Mouse clicks forgotten from day. Coffee stale, my perfume heavy. Push him to desk. ‘Shh. Let me fix this.’ Yank pants down. Cum-soaked cock, young and thick. Lick tip clean. Salty. ‘Good boy.’ He gasps. Skirt up. Panties aside. Wet pussy drips. Straddle. Sink down. ‘Fuck, so tight.’ Virgin cock stretches me. Ride hard. Desk creaks. Tits bounce free. Nipples sucked. ‘Suck harder.’ Moan. Clit grinds. His hands grab ass. Pound up. ‘Cum in me, Pierre.’ He does. Floods deep. I shatter. Pussy milks every drop. Panting. Rise off. Cum leaks down thigh. Wipe quick. Tits tucked. Dress straight. ‘Our secret. Go party.’ Door unlocks. Click. Stride back to gala. Smile cool. No one knows. Adrenaline buzzes. Hierarchy intact. Lust hidden. Next meeting? I’ll call him.