In Need of Some Sex

He gave me a devious smile. "Next time?"

"Mmm, well if you are nice to me. I need my men to treat me with respect."

"I will, especially if I get to see you in that short dress, showing off those remarkable legs and boobs of yours"

"Ha, okay." I moved back even more, rubbing my silicone breasts. "You know these aren't real, don't you?"

"I do, but I still want to feel them."

He pulled me closer as his hands glided over my breasts. I made a slight sigh as we started to kiss. We made out in the dark quietness of the office. I imagined I was a woman meeting her boyfriend after work, ready for a show, an anniversary party, someplace to show off. His hands on my ass, slowly lifting my velvet green dress. I sighed and moaned some more as he started rubbing me harder, his hands now on my pantyhose and silky green panties.

"Your ass feels amazing."

I gave a cute little giggle as I moved my leg between his, pushing my nylon thigh into his crotch. He moaned as I started to grind into him, started rubbing myself more into his body. The nylon against his hardness was making me so excited. Soon his hands then slipped into my panties, he rubbed and pulled me more into him, I had to put my arms around his neck again and hold on. He was so strong, he was lifting me by cupping my naked ass, I was on tippy toes trying to keep his tongue inside of me. I loved the taste of him.

"Wendy, I need you on my cock."

"I won't sleep with you," I whispered, kissing his ear and cheek, "I don't sleep with men I just meet."

He then lifted me up, I put my legs around him, my hands gripping the lapels of his jacket. He held my ass in his hands as we kissed again, as he brought me over toward the leather chair. "That's okay, it will make me look forward to next time." He spun, he put me down, the click of my heels echoed in the non-carpeted office. He took off his jacket, then put his hand lightly on my cheek, his fingers on my pink lips. He moved closer grabbing my breasts as he watched me, my long lashes fluttering from the feeling of his fingertips.