It Was a Hotly Unusual Occasion - Sex Stories

It Was a Hotly Unusual Occasion

... possible embarrassment to others. It also helped to be coldly professional at work. Em’s firm rule was that no one should ever have reason to gossip about her. Ambrose did the same, she knew. As a general rule: Nothing was ever guaranteed to work out perfectly. Tonight’s upcoming and thoroughly desirable misadventure, therefore, was outside the rules. That gave it an extra frisson, she had to admit. It was true too that when the new boss had arrived, just a week or so ago, she had liked what she saw – in that sort of way. At their first one-on-one meeting her nipples had hardened and her pussy had moistened. She thought at the time that only someone who knew her very well and was as gifted with insight as Ambrose would have spotted this. Apparently she had been wrong. Tonight, on a meet-and-greet overnight trip to another city with the new boss (an hour by plane from their separate marital beds) he had directly broached the subject over a late dinner at their hotel. He had said, over the tapas plate they had shared as an appetizer, “We’re not at work now, Em. I have to tell you that you are a seriously sexy woman. I also have to ask you, do you play?” Em had smiled and then blushed. This was also an unusual situation. She hadn’t had to answer. He knew what the answer was. “Ah, so you are not the Ice Maiden,” he said with a grin. He put his hand on hers. “I thought we had shared a moment at our first meeting. I have to tell you that throughout that delicious thirty minutes I ...

... had a huge hard-on.” He paused. “I felt very bad about that until I noticed you were having a moment too.” Em blushed again. Her nipples instantly hardened. She knew that this would be plainly obvious through the light cocktail dress and the insubstantially inadequate little bra she was wearing. She found to her surprise that she didn’t mind that at all. What did worry her was that her pussy had instantly moistened too, wetting the thin lace string between her legs and threatening to leave a mark on the expensive velour fabric of her chair. “I don’t do office romances, David,” she said. “Well, that is, I almost never do office romances. I certainly have never done so with the boss.” He squeezed her hand tightly and looked straight into her eyes. “A sound rule Em,” he said. “Like all rules, it should occasionally be broken, when circumstances demand.” Under the table, Em pushed forward her left foot, which was clad in a very sexy and very high-heeled stiletto. She caressed his expensively socked ankle with the shoe’s shiny pointed toe. He squeezed her hand tighter. “I have a hard-on that will eventually require your absolute attention, Em,” he said, with another grin. She allowed the sexy little pink tip of her tongue to part her lips and moisten them in a very sensuous way. “I have a suddenly very hot pussy that absolutely demands the exceptionally close and prolonged attention of your cock,” she said. They looked deeply at each other, thinking hot thoughts about what was soon ...