A Steamy Day at the Office - Sex Stories

A Steamy Day at the Office

It is a blistering hot Summer afternoon. Of course, the air conditioning stops working at the office. While the managers should let us leave early, they decide to keep us there these last three hours of the day. I did not have this situation in mind when I dressed this morning. Considering my date this evening with Tom, my boyfriend, I chose my pink lace bra and black crotchless thong as undergarments and a white, button-down blouse and black pencil skirt for my outfit. My black, six-inch, peep-toe heels spoke to me, and I chose to wear them too. Every piece of clothing looks amazing on my taut physique. I dance ballet and hip-hop; the hard work I put into it has given back to me two-fold in how lean and strong my body is. The breasts, on the other hand, are still too large for a ballet dancer at a size 34C. They are creamy white with perky nipples. Tom likes them so they can stay. My legs are my best feature. They are long, adding height to my 5'9" frame. In fact, I do not need to wear heels; I intimidate people enough as it is. I have shoulder-length blonde, wavy hair and green eyes. I could definitely model if I wanted to be critiqued every day of my life, but I do not. Tom and I started dating about five years ago. He is a middle-aged, successful attorney. Tom has some grey hair, he's 6'3", in good shape, and has a large cock. He could be my dad, literally. We met on the subway train and hit it off then and there. He said, at the time, he was going through a divorce. I ...

... had no real way of knowing but to trust him. I do wonder if I was the "other woman" for a while. Now, he is happily divorced, and we live together in his Manhattan apartment. He is marvelous in bed, and makes me orgasm every time. Except for the fact he is rarely at home, we have a good relationship. However, there is a new guy at work, and I find myself instinctively attracted to him. I believe his name is Paul, though we have never been formally introduced. He is in his mid-thirties, like me. He is naturally tan, has dark brown hair with a five o'clock shadow, has a demure muscular build, the most perfect smile, brown eyes, and the kindest disposition. The other women in the office fawn over him daily. I have only interacted with him in the elevator and in passing. Every time I see him, I immediately feel my pussy get wet. He has a hold on me. Enough about Paul... this heat. The only way I could think to combat the heat was with ice cubes. I put some down my bra. Of course, my white blouse is now see-through and showing my erect nipples. As hot as it is, I do not care. "Write this e-mail," I tell myself. " Dear Ms. Aus..." Suddenly, I feel someone standing behind me. It's my boss, Mark. Mark is probably sixty-five and makes me feel uncomfortable at times. Without warning, he cups my breasts. I assertively say, "Excuse me, Mark!" He just continues to massage them, and tells me, "I just wanted to let you know you're doing a good job." He then rubs my shoulders and walks off. ...