Tendencies: Part One - Sex Stories

Tendencies: Part One

... our staffing patterns, we expected an increase in holds. Nonetheless, I want to see what you have.” “Yeah, I figured you did,” he chuckled. “You are so fresh! Eat, before your salad gets cold,” I said with a half-smile. “Oh, now you boss me? Telling me to eat at that, my my,” he laughed. I sat across from him and watched him chew his food and wondered how many women he actually fucked in our company. He was very handsome and several female colleagues had no issue making their interest in him known. Publicly, he was always engaging, polite and respectful. His discretion resonated with me as I had never heard his name in the office rumor mill in all the years that we worked together. “You have a nice office here,” he said as he glanced around and absorbed the décor in my office. I mumbled as I tried to maintain my composure. “Thanks. I enjoy the privacy.” “You know, you’re lucky that you’re married.” His eyes defiantly fixed on mine. I challenged and held his gaze. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” he shrugged. “Why is that?” My feigned indifference leading the way. His eyes abandoned mine and drifted to my cleavage. “Because I don’t pursue married women, although you are sexy as hell to me.” “Hmmm, that’s very interesting,” I said as I sipped my flavored water. His exaggerated response was almost comical. “Now why is that ?” “Well, you don’t pursue married women, but is it okay that you make them wet?” I asked innocently. “I do no such thing,” he smirked. “Oh really? I have to disagree with ...

... you there.” My dimpled cheek flirted with him. He took another bite of his food. “Go on, expand on that please.” “Well, most of our interactions result in me having some…moisture.” My words trailed off as my nipples hardened…again. “You charmer, you,” he scoffed. “I’m serious! In fact, I was just about to investigate how wet I was after seeing you in the cafe.” A mischievous grin claimed his mouth. “What stopped you?” “You knocked on the door, and I answered it,” I said matter of factly. He motioned to an empty space on my desk. “Well, I’m inside now. Explore away.” Without a word, I stood up and walked around my desk and stood between his legs as he sat in the chair. I parted my legs slightly, hiked up my black pencil skirt, and slid my fingers under the bands of both my panties and stockings. He watched me silently, intently, never saying a word. I pulled my stockings down and briefly exposed my black lace panties before I pulled those down also. When my bare cunt came into view, I saw his bulge thicken and grow in his pants, his eyes still fixed on my panties. I softly took his hand in mine and guided it to my belly. “You check,” I whispered seductively. He wasted no time reaching towards my hips, grabbing my panties and nylons and pulling them slowly down over my thighs. He removed my right shoe, lifted my right foot out and let the pool of lingerie lay at my other heel clad foot. I placed my bare toes on his crotch and toyed with his zipper with my toes. He unzipped his ...