She felt the stakes rise. It was almost as if he expected her to say no to whatever he planned to say next.
"In honor of our joint appreciation of nature," he gestured at the window and the tree outside, "how about a tryst in the countryside, on Sunday?"
She had to put her hand on her hip to steady herself. A tryst in the countryside? Perhaps he had a kink, a fetish for open-air shagging. The thing about the tree and being naked suggested that. He'd planted that idea in her mind, and now her imagination unfolded in all directions, her curiosity high. Why the hell not, she thought to herself, her heated body nagging her to commit. She wanted him, had done for some time, and now he had propositioned her. There was more to it than met the eye, she knew that. But she wanted to find out exactly what he had in mind, first-hand. "What would this countryside tryst entail?"
"I think you can guess. I envisage some time getting to know each other, intimately. Somewhere a little wilder than the usual circumstances."
The way he said ‘intimately', seemed to run over her nerve endings, making her skin race with anticipation.
His hands moved up and slid beneath her jacket, stroking over the soft cotton fabric of her shirt and molding over her breasts. Her pulse became erratic, her body silently singing with joy because he had finally touched her.
He lifted the shirt free from the waistband of her skirt.
Alexa felt as if her breath was trapped in her lungs, and then he started to undo her shirt buttons. She went to turn in his arms, to look at him, but he tutted softly and kept her in position, facing out of the window. Her heart thudded in her chest when she realized that he had control of this situation, just as he would any business meeting. This situation would unfold exactly the way he wanted it to. It made her feel shaky. Her nerves were on edge while she waited to see what he did next.
The last button was undone. He pulled open her jacket and shirt, baring her bra. "Tomas, should we be doing this, here?"
"You don't want me to?"
She noticed that he didn't stop.
"No, I don't want you to stop."
Quick, deft movements had her bra undone and then his hands were underneath the lacy fabric, holding her breasts. His thumbs grazed over her nipples in the most tantalizing way. "Good," he responded and then squeezed her nipples.
"Tomas, I have very sensitive…" Her whole body shivered, because the pressure he applied to her nipples sent hot darts of pleasure through her breasts and down into her sex, creating a vibrant speedway of sensation.
"How intriguing," he commented, and rested a sin
gle kiss on the back of her neck when her chin dropped. The touch of his mouth tantalized her. "I always knew you'd be sexy as fuck, but this is a real treat."
He continued to explore her nipples, and she squirmed against him, her body fast closing on climax. She'd always been this way, but men didn't usually discover it so fast.
He seemed to nudge her closer to the window, so that she was inches from the glass.
"Someone might see me," she said, squirming, the very idea of it making her sex clench and her clit burn.
"Oh yes, and they'd see how beautiful you look, how exceptionally proud and feminine you are."
Her head dropped back against his shoulder, her senses reeling with the magic he unleashed with those words. What if someone did see her? She didn't care. All she wanted to do was climb all over him and have him fuck her over his polished desk, on the floor, any which way he so desired. It pushed her to the edge, and a sweet and sudden climax hit her. She rested back against his shoulder for a moment, panting.
"Sweet Alexa," he murmured against her hair, still massaging her breasts, still drawing out her pleasure. "You are a wild one. You couldn't help yourself, even though you thought you might be seen."
He had her locked in his arms and she felt liberated in his embrace.
"Yes," she responded, aware that he was still testing her. "I couldn't help myself." Catching her lower lip between her teeth, arousal coiled like a hungry serpent inside her. Glancing down, she saw somebody walking along the path towards the main door on the floor below, a deliveryman. What if he looked up? If he did, he'd see her standing there, sexually aroused, compromised. The man disappeared inside the building, but the tops of her thighs had got even stickier with her own juices, her G-string clinging to her damp groove.
"You're so right, of course. In fact, some might come in through the door behind us, at any moment."
She shivered with arousal, picturing it, feeling the embarrassment it would bring. It only seemed to make her hotter still.
His hands moved back to her hips, and he pulled her skirt up around her waist. Her eyes flashed shut. He reached down and stroked the lines of her suspenders from the tops of her stockings to her waist. "Oh yes, you are one classy woman."
"I'm glad you approve," she responded, breathlessly. The matching black G-string, suspenders and stockings always made her feel good, they made her feel sexy, and right now it seemed like an investment with a double return. Her breasts tingled wildly, and now, as his hand stroked around her bottom, her sex throbbed, growing more needy all the time. She tried to maintain some sense of decorum, sensing that was what he wanted, here in this environment, but it was hard.
He slipped his fingers into the groove between her thighs, and followed the line of her G- string up between her arse cheeks to the waistband, where he pinged the elastic, making her jolt. "I really do like your taste in underwear."
Before she had time to respond, his hand had moved around the front of her hips to cup her mons. Squeezing it, he crushed her back against his hips. His erection pressed right into the crease of her bottom, large and hot. She had to reach out and grip the window frame, no longer able to stay upright without the support.