The Seller

"I need to know just how wet you are." He gestured at the tangle of panties around her ankles. "Pick them up and bring them to me."

She stepped out of the lacey black tangle, dipped down, and retrieved the scrap of fabric. Approaching, she held it out to him. Her hand trembled.

He took the panties from her and opened them out to examine them.

The gusset bore a telltale damp patch. He inhaled her scent from the intimate garment. Intoxicating and unique, her aroma filled his senses. He committed it to memory, aware he would be able to conjure her presence by remembering her scent. The panties carried a heady, heavily-aroused perfume. "My, my, you are aroused, aren't you?"

She gave a quick nod. Her fingers were curled into her palms, the hands pressed against her sides. Tension emanated from her.

"Come closer."

She did so, leaning up against the edge of the table.

He reached out and traced the seam of her pussy with his finger.

She gasped aloud. Her body swayed.

He swiveled his desk chair to one side, allowing space for her to step between him and the table. "Sit. Open your legs."

She wobbled into position, perching on the table. When she parted her thighs he slid his chair as close as he could, eased his finger between her lips and rested the tip over her swollen clit.

"I'm going to make you come, but I want you to look at me while I do so." He ran his free hand over the bulge of his erection, allowing himself a moment of self indulgence as he did so.

Without question, she did as instructed, staring at him, wide-eyed.

His cock surged within the confines of his clothing. It took immense self control to stroke her clit slowly, but he did, studying her face while he brought her to orgasm, learning her body as he did so, absorbing its likes and its limits.

Dipping into the well of her wetness, he moistened his fingers to ease their passage over her clit. She moaned softly when he made contact with her opening. She wanted him there too. That pleased him. He was going to fill her with his cock soon enough. Seeing her so pleasured was worth more than any orgasm of his own.

When he dipped his head to taste her, she flinched, then relaxed. How sensitive she was. When he grazed her with his stubbled jaw it made her cry out, but when he stroked and suckled her clit, it turned to a sigh. That knowledge fuelled his actions. The power it instilled in him was the ultimate satisfaction.

He glanced up. Her eyelids had lowered, but still she watched. Her fingertips trail

ed over his where they rested on her thighs, but he knew she was locked to the spot between her legs where he was stroking her with his tongue, up and down, exploring each sensitive, swollen fold.

When he applied more pressure, she splayed her hands on the desk, her upper body rocking back, her mouth opening.

"Do you think anyone can see you?" Again he looked up, to note her reaction. The far rooms of the west wing of the hotel looked back onto this room.

Her eyes flashed wide open.

"Maybe," she whispered quietly, while glancing out of the window. One hand moved to the back of her neck, where she lifted her hair from her skin as if hot.

Lucas smiled and breathed against her pussy. Back and forth he stroked, gently speeding, slowly adding more pressure. Every so often, he'd glance up. Her morphing expression as she closed on orgasm was breathtaking. All the while she stared down at him longingly.

His balls ached for release. He put his free hand around the base of his cock and tugged it through his clothing. She moaned aloud, grasped the edge of the table tightly. Her body stiffened and she cried out. Her eyes flickered shut. Her thighs squeezed together, then trembled. His fingers were completely slick with her honey now, the fluid dampening his palm too. It took her a moment, but when she opened her eyes she stared down at his groin.

Lucas withdrew his fingers, drew them to his mouth and licked them. Then he unbuckled his belt, undid the button on his pants and unzipped his fly.

She licked her lips and glanced at him as if requesting permission or instruction.

Oh yes, she's perfection. He pushed back his chair, making space between them, and nodded.

She dropped to her knees. She looked so beautiful. Her arousal was blatant, her lips parted, her pupils dilated. Strands of her hair had fallen free from where it was clipped back.

She pulled at his jockey shorts and hummed with approval when his cock bounced free, long and hard and ready for her. She looked his way.

"Are you worried someone will see you going down on me?" He didn't think she was, but he wanted to push the question to the front of her thoughts.