The Agenda - Sex Stories

The Agenda

A wicked smile crossed her lips as she felt the admiring, unsolicited stares from the young security guard at the reception desk. The four-inch, sexy heels she’d chosen for today clacked enticingly across the highly polished floor of the building's foyer. Knowing how good her arse looked in the prim yet figure-hugging business suit, she gave it a little wiggle for fun, delighting in teasing the young man whose gaze she could feel all the way to the executive lift. Little did he know that hidden beneath the drab suit was a silk black basque and lacy-topped black hold-ups.

As she waited for the doors to open, she glanced at her reflection and was very pleased with the look she had achieved at such short notice. Subtle yet sexy lips, smoky eyes, and long blonde hair piled on top of her head, revealing the dip and length of her neck. Her svelte yet curvy figure was alluring in all the right places- understated sexy.

The lift arrived, and the mirrored doors slid apart to reveal an empty space, the elegant decor of the reception continuing there. She turned as she entered and pressed the penthouse button, catching the security guy's eyes still on her; she blew him a cheeky kiss and winked, giggling inwardly at the blush that infused his chubby cheeks. Leaning back, she enjoyed the quiet swooshing of the mechanical whir as the lift ascended to the top floor. A loud warning sound pinged, and the obligatory voice droned her arrival. Silently, the heavy doors slid open, and she ...

... stepped into the plush surroundings of the executive offices.

The usual bustling sounds of an open-plan office pealed around her as she approached the rather stern-looking lady at the reception desk; she confirmed her appointment and was offered a hot or cold beverage; she declined both and perched on the edge of the voluminous sofa in the waiting area. Leafing idly through this month's Cosmo, she watched the comings and goings of the busy office from beneath her sooty lashes until she heard a door open and her name called. “Ms. Croft."

The man that greeted her was tall, slim and devastatingly handsome, with broad shoulders, dressed casually in snug jeans and a crisp white shirt which showed his light tan. A light stubble was evident and his smile slightly lopsided as he clasped her hand in his long cool fingers, hazel eyes glinting in the sunlight which streamed through the vaulted glass roof.

“Please, come this way, I’m delighted to meet you in person at last, I think both our agendas can be completed in person rather than the countless emails back and forth.

With a wickedly mischievous grin, he whisked her through the heavy doors to his office, with an over the shoulder instruction to the stern receptionist.

“Vivienne, we absolutely do not want to be disturbed.”

Not waiting for an answer, he swung the door shut and turned the lock. Taking in the not ostentatious decor, she strolled to his desk and stroked the smooth warm wood, breathing in deeply as she ...