Christmas Eve, Vince excused himself from his family just before lunch.
"I'm meeting Sharon to check out her business. I'll probably be gone all afternoon, but I promise to be back for dinner."
"We hardly see you these days, Vince. And when do we get to meet the mysterious Sharon?" Vince's mom gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek. "You've certainly seen quite a bit of her. She must be something. And just what kind of business is it she runs?"
"It's a women's clothing store, Mom. And she's looking for new ideas from a strictly business point of view. This could be a great starter job for me."
"Okay, Sweetie. Whatever you say. But we can't wait to meet her. Enjoy your day and remember, dinner is early tonight."
Vince kissed his mother and yelled goodbye to the rest of the crew. He met Sharon in the parking garage, and they were on their way.
"Christmas Eve is a big day for us. Lots of last-second gifts from men who want to spice up their sex lives. We do a brief fashion show. You'll like it. All men do. Nothing like hot models in skimpy clothing to get the libido roaring!"
When they arrived at the shop, Sharon pulled into her parking slot around the back and led Vince in through a private office door.
"I'll introduce you to everyone in a few minutes. Do you need anything? We'll be serving champagne for the fashion show, but you might want some water now."
"I'm fine, thanks. Nice digs. Your office is beautiful."
"And private. Come here." She held out her arms and Vince hugged her. Her breasts pressed into him, and then she kissed him. Her kiss was wet and sloppy, her tongue immediately searching for his.
"Before we get too comfortable, I think we should have a little fun. But it'll have to be a quickie. Thankfully, I forgot to put on any panties today."
Sharon pulled up her skirt, revealing her trimmed ginger bush.
"Why don't you just bend me over this desk and see if you can scratch my itch? I have a terrible itch, and I think you know how to reach it."
Sharon pulled up her skirt so that her ass was bare, and then she turned and bent over her large walnut desk.
"Maybe you'd better give me a lick or two first. Just in case."
Vince spread her cheeks and licked Sharon's exposed labia. He had already unzipped his pants and his cock was sticking obscenely out of his fly, swollen and angry looking. After a brief minute of lubricating Sharon with his tongue, he stood, gripped his cock in his hand, and aimed it at her sweet spot. He rubbed the head back and forth to get it started, and Sharon helped by spreading her legs even further. Suddenly, she felt his fat cock head entering her.
"That's my boy. Right there. Ooof! Easy big fella. Go slowly for a minute. There you are...buried in me once again. If the ladies in the shop only knew what they were missing. Mmmm, yeah. Go ahead, Vince. Give it to me."
Vince's excitement was intensified by the sight of Sharon's bare ass bent over her desk. She was wearing a garter belt to hold up her black, thigh-length nylons, and the sight of his cock ramming in and out of her cunt in this position was even better. Fucking her fully dressed except for her panties added something extra to the occasion.
Sharon grunted with each thrust and gripped the edges of the desk tightly. Vince was fucking her forcefully, and she could sense that he wouldn't last long–thankfully–because she wasn't sure she could take much more. Her fleshy ass quivered with each thrust of his hips.