She invited me over to work on the project so I thought, 'Why not? Maybe she really does like me after all. Or maybe she just wants my help, seeing as I've been with the company for far longer than she has.' I knocked on her door and in a matter of seconds, she was opening it.

She greeted me with a genuine smile, but there was something in her eyes that spelled trouble. The good kind. Or at least that's how I will describe it to the guys later.

We went to the kitchen, where she had spread all the paperwork on the table and she offered me a cup of coffee. I was hoping for wine, but coffee keeps you awake. That's a good sign. She was wearing a nice pair of tight jeans and a white tank top. She had to lean over me on a few occasions and I thanked every god I know that she wasn't wearing a bra. I could see the bigger part of her amazing cleavage and I could feel her warm breath on my face. I didn't want this to end. But it had to.

I asked her for water and she happily obliged. I really needed it because I was already burning up. She bent down a little to grab a bottle from the fridge and the view of her perfect ass was indescribable. I was starting to get hard. Good thing I was wearing jeans too. I didn't want my boner to betray me.

Her scent was still attacking my senses, but I wanted more. I was nervous, but I asked anyway. She showed me where the bathroom was and she returned to the kitchen. I went in and shut the door behind me. I looked for a lock but there wasn't one. It didn't matter. Even if she caught me, chances are she would just throw me out. I went through her laundry basket, searching for a pair of used panties, maybe a bra, or even leggings.

After going through a few shirts and towels, I struck gold. I found two pairs of worn panties. A blue one and a purple one. I stuck the blue one on my face first, taking deep breaths, and then the purple one. Then both at the same time. I couldn't stop sniffing. My cock was rock hard. So much so that I had to unzip my pants and slip it out. It was throbbing. Her scent was divine. I started stroking it while keeping her panties against my face but I was nervous. My belt buckle was making noise. That's what betrayed me.

As soon as I heard the door open behind me, I froze. I turned around, still holding my cock in one hand and her panties in the other. I looked at her with confidence. She gave me a cunning, playful smile and told me, "This is not how it's done. Here, let me show you."

She invited me over to her couch. We sat down. She grabbed her panties, smelled them, and then started rubbing them on my face. The look in her eyes was out of this world. She knew her most intimate scent drove me crazy, and she loved it. She grabbed my cock with her free hand and started stroking it.

She pressed her body against mine and she kept stroking faster. She was still rubbing her panties on my face, but this time, she started nibbling on my ear lobe too. Licking my lips. This woman was lust incarnate.

I couldn't take it any longer. I let myself go. I exploded in her hands, on my stomach, on her couch... Everywhere...

I'm so glad she didn't have a lock on her bathroom door.