Under My Boss's Desk - Under Him

In fascination, he ventured closer, noticing his reflection was there for her to see the entire time he approached, sending an irrational surge of adrenaline into his system. There was no way to hide what Harlan felt Tory had glimpsed and no reasons to hide anything, in knowing she was aware of his approach. They said nothing with words yet plenty in gesture.

Harlan considered himself a hip reader, registering every thrust and swivel, the arch of a woman’s back that raised her tailbone to tempt and tantalize. He could feel his erection become a reality, straining against the snug fabric of his swimsuit, rising to meet nature’s highest drama and answer a poignant invitation made on a purely biological level.

With their bodies in conversation already, no preliminaries were needed.

“Don’t take your hands off the glass,” Harlan ordered sternly.

She turned to him for the first time. Tory’ lips parted, opening her mouth as softly as a bud opened for sunlight. Their eyes locked for a part of a second that eclipsed all else and felt as if it would never end.

“You have an amazing body,” he told her. “I love your curves.”

“So do you,” she said. “I had been imagining what you might look like, under your suit. And when I was able to do so, I realized it was even better than what I had been thinking.”

“So, you’ve been thinking about me, have you?” he asked.

“I have, Sir.”

“Good. Because I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.”

Contact came all at once as lips softly crushed upon each other, Harlan’s left hand flat on her smooth belly, the soft curves of her body in denim pressed to the hardness in his swimsuit, his brawny right arm across her bare skin, hand sliding under the bikini top, his fingertips brushing the soft perimeters of her nipple. She pressed her body into his, granting him more.

Both of his hands were on her breasts, smooth and then firmly squeezing, unable to take them completely in both hands but driving her to moan in desire. Harlan began to unbutton and unzip her jeans. When Tory reached to assist him, he brushed her hand away.

“Don’t move,” Harlan whispered, as he went down on one knee and peeled her jeans down to her thighs while rubbing his unshaven face in the fuzz over her tailbone, both hands smoothly exploring her thighs as he kissed and tongued along the fabric of her black thong.

Tory’s breath became gasps as Harlan firmly grasped her hips and pushed his tongue in beyond her thong. After basking in her moans of pleasure, high on her scent and wetness, Harlan needed more.

Slipping out of his robe and swimsuits he took hold of her again, her hands still pressed against the glass and night sky. Harlan’s huge hard-on found its way between her thighs, her body seeming to melt upon his as she turned to kiss again.

Harlan’s fingertips slowly and softly sought the tiny rising node of her pleasure as his longer middle finger sought entry into her tight, wet pussy hole. Then he noticed the unfamiliar in this young woman whose heart now pounded violently behind her breasts.

“A virgin,” he said to himself, almost certain he had gained another inch while slowly and forcefully rubbing the length of his engorged member between her legs, his middle finger on again swirling slow magic.

Her first orgasm with him began, her body clapping down on the tumescent huge stiffness threatening to break and burrow and sate itself within her. Tory’s moan’s lengthened and rose in pitch until becoming the siren call to Harlan’s own teeth grinding exaltation that went on and Tory’s body let go in a freefall of pleasure.

Still hard, Harlan took advantage of Tory’s wetness. With kisses and a firm hand over her ass, another twisting her left nipple short of viciously, he opened and entered her as she gasped and trembled. Harlan couldn’t resist bunching her golden locks in his fist and pressing himself as deeply as possible inside her tight pussy, then holding it there as long as possible before the thrusting. The flesh slapping unified efforts of their bodies to find orgasm again held them both until Tory’s next orgasm delivered them both to blissful satisfaction.

He pulled out his cock just quickly enough to cum on her gorgeous, curvy ass cheeks.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, as he emptied himself onto her pale skin. “You made me cum so good. Good girl, Tory.”

That had been the best lovemaking he’d done in a long time. If he truly admitted it to himself, it was probably the best ever.

Moments later, Tory lay on the crumble of her jeans, marveling at the tiny drops of drying blood on her thigh. Harlan smiled at her and kissed the droplets away before giving her the robe.

“There’s a great shower down here,” Harlan told her. “Come try it out.”