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Working LateI spend most of my time out on client sites. I rarely get back to my head office: a big maze of a building in the centre of the City. But sometimes, when the pressure of admin and bureaucracy builds up, I have to go there for a day. I was recently back there for a day on a Friday. I had recently closed a massive deal and felt quite the hero, with people wanting to shake my hand. I also had a new-starter with me, going through the on boarding process, so we were kept busy. Towards the end of day, at the empty desk beside me, a young lady arrived in a flurry of bags and perfume. Her brief hellos to us and another colleague were delivered with a foreign accent, but she was only there for a few minutes before grabbing her laptop and dashing off – presumably for a meeting somewhere. But it was long enough to create an impression with me and my new starter, Bill.She was about 20-25 years younger than me, not many years out of university and she was absolutely stunning. She was tall, slim, with an athletic figure and a face which would not look out of place on a catwalk, or on an advertising hoarding. She had long, dark, wavy hair, and large dark-framed glasses, which somehow fitted her look perfectly. Bill left soon after and I got busy processing my expenses. I knew my fam ily were all out for the evening and so decided I would stay late until it was all done. It was a bit of a walk to the printers and photocopiers I needed and I noticed how the building was emptying out – with only a few last sad souls left at work on this Friday evening. I got back to find the girl back at her desk. We exchanged some banal chit-chat, whilst part of my mind drank in her beauty. While we were chatting, I was thinking of the irony that, when I was in my 20s, I would have found it so difficult to talk to a beauty like her and she probably would not have paid me much attention. But now I am older, I guess I am not seen as a threat, so she could be open and friendly with me, and experience has made me less shy. But my chances of getting off with her had vastly reduced! I had decided just to enjoy the moment of being alone with this beautiful woman when she had phone call, and – I guess so as not to disturb me, she disappeared off, speaking loudly in an Eastern European language. I could hear her voice in the background, chatting away happily – I guessed to some lucky sod who got to enjoy this fantastic girl on a frequent and regular basis! I noticed her name badge left on the desk amongst her things. Checking she was out of sight, I picked it up and looked at the name – Polish. I decided to spend a few minutes looking her up on-line, internal directory, which also listed her preferred abbreviated name. Then I looked her up on Facebook. Her account wasn’t locked down at all and there were many photos which I could readily see. She obviously enjoyed beach holidays and there were many photos of her laying in a range of skimpy bikinis. Also photos of her out at night with friends, in nightclubs, looking like she was having a good time, in very sexy clothes. I was getting quite turned on just looking at these photos. I noted with pleasure that there was no boyfriend in any photos. I heard her conversation finish and I closed down Facebook and got back to processing my expenses! But still she did not come back. I needed to print off a load of forms and photocopy receipts, so trudged off through the building, idly wondering at the many security doors in this part of a maze of a building. I did not see a single person. The copier was playing up, so having to clear paper jams and the like, It was probably 20-30 mins before I wandered back. When I got back to my desk, she was still not there. I suddenly noticed her security pass still sitting there. I decided to go and look for her. I went through a couple of doors which were push-button exit, so didn’t need a swipe to get out. I found her eventually sitting on the floor of the corridor which led to the toilets. She had tears streaming down her beautiful face. As soon as she heard my voice, she scrambled to her feet and flung herself at me, holding me tight and sobbing on my shoulder. Stunned, I put my arms around her and hugged her tight, feeling her young firm body pressed against me, feeling it shake as she sobbed. As she started to calm down, the story came out accented and between sobs, how she had got stuck behind locked doors, unable to get anywhere, panicking, and claustrophobia kicking in. She had her phone, but didn’t know who to call. How she thought I had gone, as I had not answered her shouts or her knocking. I sinop escort stood there hugging her, smelling her perfume, and the aroma of her hairspray. Unbidden memories of those beach and nightclub photos came into my mind. My dick started getting hard and I subtly moved my hips so it wasn’t pressed against her. I didn’t want her to realise I was getting a pervy kick out of the moment and for the moment to end. I was very aware of the curving shape of her body in my arms. I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest. I could not move my dick away entirely and could feel the end of it lightly touching against her. I resisted the urge to press it harder against her – too pervy. Finally, after her sobs had subsided, she pulled away from me, seemingly embarrassed. I said some reassuring words. She was still flushed and a bit shaky – she must have really been panicking. I reached for her hand, and gave her some more reassurances. She clung tightly to my hand and we walked back to the desks hand-in-hand. She was even more embarrassed in the light, open area. I decided a change of subject was needed, and got her talking about her forthcoming holiday to Brazil. She mentioned beaches and my mind went straight back to those bikini photos, enhanced by my recent memory of that fantastic body pressed against mine. Before my interest got too obvious I reluctantly turned back to my work. I realised I had forgotten to print one form. I told her I needed to go and collect the print, and saw the panic in her eyes, tears even began to well. So I suggested she could come with me. To save her embarrassment, I made an excuse about showing her views over the city from the executive top floor, where I had access to, but doubted she did. I saw her gratitude and she scrabbled up her pass and phone into her handbag, to come with me. Good to my word, I took her to show her the views from the execs’ floor, as my printing had not finished. The lights in the open areas came on automatically as we walked, telling me nobody was around. However the lights in the offices needed to be switched on. I suggested we went into a large corner meeting room, as it has the best views and, with the lights left off, would have no light reflection. I shut door behind us. The only light now came from the large windows with the lights of the City in front of us. We stood close together, I pointing out places to her, using my excellent knowledge of the City. She touched my arm, asking about one particular building and left her hand there. She said how beautiful the City was at night – how romantic. So saying, she leant her head on my shoulder. Unthinkingly I put my arm round her as I would my wife, but instantly realised the different feel of this taller, slimmer much lither body. I started to wonder what I was doing, and how I got here, when she suddenly turned towards me, lifted her face to mine and kissed me full on the lips, her arms snaked around me to pull her body against mine. I had a moment of surprise and then I was kissing her back, returning her passion.My dick was hardening fast. I now pressed it against her this time, making my interest and Intentions clearly understood. But far from my fear of putting her off, she continued with our long kiss, tongues entwined. One hand left my back and reached between us. She gripped my shaft through my suit trousers – a firm grip from her small hand, and she began tugging. Her eyes opened and looked into mine. I could read the passion in them, reflecting the lights of the City. My hands slid down and took a firm grip of her beautifully rounded arse pulling her towards me. She gasped. I brought one hand round between us and start rubbing her pussy mound. I could feel the lace of her panties through the shear fabric of her business suit. She broke off from our kiss to gasp and let out a low moan, before our mouths locked back together again. Then we were desperately tearing at each other’s clothes I undid her jacket and she shrugged it to the floor, I was already feverishly undoing the buttons on her blouse and she was doing the same on my shirt – frustration overtook us and we pulled them over our heads. She was facing me, towards the windows, with the light reflecting off her beautiful body; her muscled, toned body, her dark bra. I was aware of the contrast of my flabbier middle-aged body. I decided that before she changed her mind, I was going to get an eyeful of those beautiful tits. Her hands were rubbing my chest. I reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She leant in and we kissed again. It was a long lingering kiss. sivas escort I moved my hands round to her breasts, sliding them under her loosened bra, cupping a tit in each hand. They were full and firm and I could feel her nipples hardening in my palms. I slid my hands down so I can feel those nipples with my fingers. They quickly became as hard as bullets and I could feel all the detail of the areolae around them. She broke off the kiss, moaning softly in Polish. Obviously very much enjoying my exploration of her nipples. She leant her head forward against my face. But I want to see her tits so much now. I told her so and she pulled back from me and, with my hands still covering her tits, she pulled off her bra. I played a little game of peek a boo with my hands on her tits, making her laugh huskily, then I moved my hands down to her waist and was finally able to stare at the most perfect boobs I have ever seen. I drank in their splendour. They were bigger than I would have expected, with her athletic body. Given her love of beach holidays, although not very tanned, I could see no tan lines either – which meant she was not averse to some topless bathing. She watched my obvious appreciation for a few moments, then she said in her accented voice, “Now I want to see you”. She stepped forward and – taking me by surprise – knelt directly in front of me, her eyes level with the bulge in my trousers. Her small fingers undo my belt buckle, then the zip, then the clips on my trousers and she slid them down to my feet. She knelt closer, her face inches from my bulging underpants. I could see the hunger in her eyes as she hooked her fingers over the waistband. She hesitated for a moment and looked up at me – almost asking permission in her eyes. I nodded and she looked back to the bulge, then in one movement pulled my underpants down. My cock twanged out in front of her, standing proudly to attention for her inspection. She looked at it for a moment, then leant forward, kissed the end then slid her lips around it. Nothing this girl did should have surprised me any more, but the sight of my cock disappearing into this stunningly beautiful, young girl’s pretty mouth did. I thought I was going to shoot my load just at the sight of it. But I restrained myself, only for the awareness of just how skilled she was at sucking cock to immediately register from my penis to my brain. I groaned involuntarily and her big round eyes looked up into my face, her mouth still sliding up and down my cock. More willpower required to stop me filling her mouth with my cum. I reached down and, half reluctantly pulled her to her feet, kissing her hard, tasting the saltiness of my own precum on her tongue. Her hand was again urgently stroking my cock – my god, she was hot for it. As we kissed passionately, my fingers found the zip and clasp at the side of her office slacks. I slid my hands inside to grab those firm, pert buttocks and she gave a wiggle and her slacks slid down those long slim legs to crumple at her feet. My hands found their way inside her lace knickers and I could now knead the skin of that beautiful arse. My fingers reached further and she parted her legs as far as her slacks would allow, until my fingers reached her pussy lips. She shivered and even with our mouths locked together I felt – rather than heard – her utter a groan of pleasure. My middle finger slid between her lips and felt hot dampness. My god she was so wet. Her grip tightened on my cock and she broke away from our kiss resting her head in my chest as she ground down into my finger, her movements encouraging my finger to penetrate her further. I could hear my finger making slurping sounds as I frigged her hot wet pussy. Her juices ran done my finger and onto my hand. She said something gutturally in Polish, then in English: “I want you in me. I need you in me.” We broke apart, to kick our trousers off and free our ankles, then she moved round me, half sitting on the conference room table, legs apart, pussy gleaming wetly in the lights from the City. I moved up to her, but it wasn’t right, the table was hard and a bit too low for me. She looked over my shoulder: “sofa” she said and pushed me backwards. I stumbled over our strewn clothes and fell backwards on a hard, black leather sofa, which lay against the plate glass window. She followed me across the room and knelt astride me, looking down on me. Those beautiful boobs were level with my face and I reached behind her back and pulled her to me. My lips found a nipple and I flicked it with my tongue, then sucked on it felling şırnak escort it stiffen. I nibbled gently and she groaned, her head flung back. I slid my hands back down to her firm arse, feeling her clench at my touch. She pressed her body against me and it was easy for my fingers to find their target again as, with two fingers this time, I entered her hot, wet cavern. She was grinding against me, then slid her legs further apart so she lowered herself. “With your cock” she said. “In me now!”. Who was I to disobey. I guided the head of my eager penis to her vagina lips, where it slid gratefully inside. Without warning she pushed down hard, making us both groan and I felt myself enter her fully. I looked into the deep pools of her eyes and – our bodies momentarily still we kissed passionately. Then breaking off the kiss, she began to ride me harder and harder. She was like a woman possessed – I had never known passion like it. Faster and faster she worked her pelvis, then her whole body. I could feel her vagina walls gripping my shaft, could feel the suction on my cock. She was breathing hard and noisily now, as she rode my cock for all she was worth. I watched, somehow detached from the incredible feelings coursing through my body, watching this amazing woman ride me. I could see, even in the dim light her chest darkening as the blood flowed through her body. And I could hear her passion building and thought that so could anyone working late nearby. A vision filled my head of a crowd building at the door of the meeting room to watch our coupling, but I could not tear my eyes away from the sight of this woman riding me for all she was worth. Then she was getting even noisier as the orgasms started to sweep through her beautiful body. And I could not hold on any longer. I felt my cock swell and then my cum filled her pussy, jet after hot jet leaving my body and filling hers. I saw her eyes open and knew she could feel my cum, triggering another powerful orgasm in her. As her pelvis worked out of any control she may have, her vagina walls forming a perfect seal to suck out the last of my cum. Finally she collapsed against me, her body soaked in sweat, shaking. She clung to me tightly, my cock still deep inside her. She still shook and trembled and I moved her head so I could kiss her again and saw the tears running down her cheeks. I was shocked and asked if she was ok. She nodded fervently. “Yes. Oh, yes. That was so incredible. Made me cry. I am very, very ok!!” Then we were laughing and kissing and hugging. My dick was softening inside her and I felt a trickle of our mixed juices rolling down my balls, puddling on the sofa. But I didn’t care. We stayed clinging together and naked for what seemed like ages – I glanced at the door and nobody was there. Eventually we separated, the cooler air making us shiver, but neither of us was in any hurry to get dressed. She spotted a roll of tissue paper and cleaned ourselves up as best we could, and the puddle on the black leather. Then we knelt on the sofa just watching the view of the City, arms around each other. After a while her naked presence, her perfume and the smell of our sweat started having an effect on me again and I felt my dick stiffening. Only one place this was going! I stood up and she turned her head to look questioningly at me, then saw my cock at attention, ready for action. She just said “Oh!” And. Turning back to the view, still kneeling on the sofa moved her knees apart and wiggled her perfect arse invitingly. I moved round behind her. My fingers quickly realised she was still very wet and I quickly replaced them with my cock, sliding my full length into her. She sighed and pushed back into me, her back arching, then I was fucking her again, more leisurely this time. Her eyes were focused at the view of the City, my eyes were focused at the view of her perfect female form. My hands, running over her smooth skin. I reached round her and between her legs and found her clit to play with as I continued to slide my shaft in and out of her. This got her moaning again and I played a beautiful concerto on this new instrument, bringing her to the verge of orgasm again and again, until neither of us could hold on any longer and we let our orgasms release until we were crumpled together again on the black sofa. It was very late when, finally, the cool of the building and a near miss with a security guard – wandering obliviously past the door while we hid giggling and naked just feet away from him – we decided it was time to reluctantly get dressed and to go our separate ways. I called my wife when I was leaving and she was full of sympathy at me having to work late!!! Yes I felt guilty, but not too guilty to hope that I would be “working late” again in the future. I have attached a photo that I found of the girl on holiday. You can see what I mean by that body!

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