I didn't see Mr. Frost again that afternoon. When I arrived at my tiny studio apartment shortly before six, the hours remaining until I had to return to the office seemed to stretch out into eternity. 

Too nervous to eat, I hopped in the shower instead. I'd taken one that morning, but the tense meeting in Mr. Frost's office had made me break out in a sweat. Afterward, I stood naked at my dresser, rummaging through my bras. I finally chose a bright red one, embellished with a bow and a bit of lace. Sexy enough, I decided.

For my outfit, I wore a black sweater and jeans. In my minuscule bathroom, I applied only a bit of makeup. My hair went into its customary bun. Out of habit, I retrieved a small glass vial from the countertop. It was a sample of an expensive perfume I loved but couldn't afford. I started to dab a little between my breasts, then shook my head. "This isn't a fucking date, Aurora," I chastised myself. 

I arrived back at the office a few minutes before nine. The parking lot was practically deserted; even the corporate ladder climbers had gone home by now. Taking the back stairs, just as Mr. Frost had instructed, I tried to control my rapid breathing. He's already seen your tits, I reminded myself. This will just be more of the same.

My ankle boots made little noise as I strode down the corridor toward my boss's office. When I reached the open door, I found he'd already risen from his desk. That playful smile, now familiar to me, accompanied his greeting. "Nice to see you again, Aurora. Come in, and close the door behind you."

I quickly did as he said, then turned to face him. His demeanor was different, I discovered. It wasn't just that he'd removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt at the collar; his stance was more relaxed, not nearly as formidable as during office hours. 

Clasping his hands together, he strode toward me. "So, business before pleasure. You have your phone." 

It was a statement, not a question. Of course I had my phone, and I now scrambled to retrieve it from my purse. It took only a few minutes for him to pay me two hundred dollars via an app, the transaction encrypted. We also set it up so that he could send me encrypted texts whenever he wanted to meet. 

I stared at my phone, at that two-hundred-dollar balance. With that money, I wouldn't have to worry about making rent on time next month. 

"And now pleasure."

Something in his voice made me quickly look up. His gaze had taken on that heat I recognized from our previous meeting, when he'd first seen my breasts. Despite my anxiety, I felt an involuntary flush of arousal spread over my skin. Why, oh why, did I find this man so goddamn gorgeous?

I watched as he returned to his desk and opened a bottom drawer. My jaw dropped at the sight of a flask—an actual flask!—in his hand.

"Want a drink?" he asked.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I've never seen one of those in real life. Just in the movies. What's in it?"

"Whiskey." Mr. Frost took a swig from the flask, then held it out to me. 

Slowly, I approached. He studied me, amused, while I raised the flask to my lips. That first, tentative swallow had me fighting back a grimace. The liquor burned as it settled into my empty stomach, yet I dared two more swallows before handing the booze back to Mr. Frost. 

"Not a fan?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow. I sensed he was trying not to laugh.

"It's fine," I replied in a raspy voice. It felt like the whiskey had singed my vocal cords. "I'm just not used to hard liquor."

"I could bring wine next time," he offered.

"Oh, don't trouble yourself on account of me."

Mr. Frost stepped closer, his stare fixed on my breasts. "But I'm about to trouble you, Aurora." 

I let him take my hand and lead me to a settee near the far window. His huge office easily accommodated the piece of furniture, which looked like an expensive antique that had been reupholstered. 

"Sometimes I sleep here," he revealed, "when I've worked past midnight and don't feel like driving home."

I was surprised at this revelation. Of course, I knew he put in long hours, but imagining him curled up on that settee, succumbing to his exhaustion, evoked a pang of sympathy within me. 

After sitting down, he flashed another smile. "Take off those boots and come sit next to me."

Again, I readily obeyed. Once I took my place at his side, Mr. Frost moved even closer, until our thighs were touching. "We're just going to get to know each other better tonight, okay? No need to be nervous."

When he tenderly stroked my cheek, I actually leaned into his touch. I'd expected him to take full advantage of his authority, to give me orders and make me feel like an object. The fact that he was now trying to put me at ease made me strangely grateful. 

I was also grateful for those few swallows of whiskey. The booze had gone right to my head, with no food in my stomach to absorb it, and while I wasn't anywhere near drunk, it took the edge off my anxiety. Had that been part of his plan, too?

"Sit on my lap," he coaxed.

I felt incredibly awkward while moving to straddle him. Once we were facing each other, Mr. Frost began lifting my sweater. "And what do we have under here?" he whispered. In moments, he'd raised the sweater above my breasts. "Ah, yes, this bra is a major improvement. Very sexy." He teased my nipples through the fabric, causing them to instantly harden. The sensation sent a tremor through me.

Mr. Frost met my eyes. "Are you cold?"

"No," I whispered. 

He lifted the sweater higher, and I raised my arms so he could easily remove it. Then he drew me toward him. "Lean against me," he said in that same gentle tone. When I did, his hands sought out the hooks at the back of my bra. Though he was working by touch rather than sight, he had no trouble unfastening them. Briefly closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, eager to inhale his scent. 

Once the bra loosened around me, I sat back up and slipped the straps from my shoulders. As Mr. Frost kept his stare fixed on my tits, I decided it was my turn to tease. Slowly, I revealed more of my breasts to him. My boss seemed to like the game of being made to wait, for he smiled, his eyes full of anticipation. 

Finally, I tossed the bra aside. Without preamble, he took my right breast in his hands and wrapped his lips around my nipple. Helplessly, I watched him suckle. My own hands froze in mid-air as I debated whether I should touch him. 

It was his groans of blatant satisfaction that encouraged me to hold him close. I heard his soft breathing, along with the fervent working of his mouth.

He couldn't have known just how aroused I became whenever my nipples were stimulated. I even got off from having them tugged and pinched. At the beginning of all my masturbation sessions, I got myself nice and wet by playing with my tits. 

And now, the way this man so enthusiastically lavished attention on them made my lust grow with each passing second. I struggled to suppress my moans, but when Mr. Frost gave the nipple of my left breast a playful bite, I bucked my hips. His fingers sought out my right nipple, still wet with his saliva. Sucking on one tit, he fondled the other, his touch alternating between gentle and rough. I gasped when he squeezed my breast, then delivered a harder bite. Yet he was quick to soothe the fleeting pain with his tongue.

Despite the room's cool air, I felt almost uncomfortably warm. My hips moved rhythmically, as if of their own volition. Mr. Frost easily maintained his latch on my tit, his suckling so fierce that I was certain he'd mark me. My wanton rocking made me breathe hard and fast, for I was able to stimulate my clit with the seam in the crotch of my jeans. 

When Mr. Frost let my nipple escape his mouth, I immediately froze, fearing my obvious arousal was distracting him. "Keep moving," he urged in a guttural voice. 

Still, I waited until he leaned back, with his head against the settee and his hands resting on my hips. As he watched, I started rolling my hips with an urgency I made no attempt to hide. Already, my nipples were tender, and my clit felt exquisitely sensitive. I moved as though I were fucking, my frenzied rhythm making my tits sway. Arching my back, I thrust my breasts into Mr. Frost's face.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Extending his tongue, he swept it over my right nipple. 

Soft cries fell from my lips. I was so close! My nipples had grown almost painfully stiff, and my breasts were a mottled pink. Mr. Frost's stare traveled from my tits to my face and then back again. At the very moment my body tensed in anticipation of the first orgasmic contraction, he lost all control. Pressing his hands against my back, he pulled me to him and resumed suckling. 

I let out another faint cry before a series of powerful spasms rippled through me. Mr. Frost's mouth only served to increase the pleasure of my orgasm, and I continued shuddering for a good half-minute.

When my climax eventually subsided, he lifted his head, his stare intense enough to make me gasp. I couldn't help but wonder if he looked just like that while making love to his wife.

"You've got me so fucking hard, with those incredible tits and the way you were grinding against me." His voice sounded almost accusatory, as if he hadn't wanted to be brought to the edge so quickly, and he blamed me for it. I had the inexplicable urge to apologize for exciting him too much, but before I could speak, he eased me off his lap and stood.

"Lie back," he demanded while hurrying to take out his cock. 

I let my stare linger on the bulge in his pants before I lay down on the settee, resting my head against its arm. Bending my legs, I was able to recline comfortably. My pussy still throbbed from my previous orgasm, and that residual lust made me bolder. Shamelessly, I watched Mr. Frost, awaiting my first glimpse of his dick. 

He didn't make me wait long. And oh, it was such a lovely cock he revealed to me! Perfectly proportionate in length and girth, the head prominent but not massive. Without thinking, I licked my lips.

Immersed in his own lust, my boss looked strangely unfamiliar to me then. "Press your tits together," he ordered. 

While he stroked his dick, I gathered my breasts in my hands and did as he said. He gazed upon my tits with blatant hunger. "Lick your nipples," he murmured.

It felt dirty, lowering my head until I could swirl my tongue over those hard peaks, which were almost touching. 

"Ah, that's it, baby!" Mr. Frost praised me. "Take one in your mouth."

Guiding my left nipple to my lips, I moaned from the pleasure my suckling gave me. With my head angled downward, I couldn't easily see my boss jerking off, but his shallow breaths were plenty loud. 

"Look at me, Aurora." Mr. Frost's voice held a note of pleading. 

I quickly lifted my head, releasing my breasts as he angled his cock toward them. He gasped just before his cum spurted forth to strike my right tit. His semen was hot and thick, forming a glaze on my skin. More landed on my left tit, and then upon the valley between my breasts.

Mr. Frost's groan sounded almost relieved. He went on milking his cock, seemingly determined to cover my breasts with as much semen as possible. Once he was finally spent, he let his head fall back for a few moments. Only when I started to move did he refocus his attention on me. "Rub my cum onto your nipples," he said gently. 

My face flushed even more as I indulged his request. Gathering his seed on my fingertips, I massaged my nipples, working his semen into my skin. 

"I'll pay you an extra hundred if you suck your tits again," he said.

I lifted first one cum-spattered breast, and then the other, to my lips so I could suck my nipples. The taste of his salty essence lingered on my tongue. Another moan emerged from my throat while I made a show of flicking my extended tongue over each peak. I even licked up some semen from my areolas. 

"Oh, sweetheart, that's so good!"

Mr. Frost's terms of endearment were surprising, for he didn't seem like the kind of man who would offer them so readily. But then again, I was giving him exactly what he wanted. And what he obviously craved.

When he pulled a few tissues from the box on a nearby table, I let go of my breasts and settled back. My boss insisted on wiping me clean, and as he did so, his fingertips grazed my skin. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" His gaze was almost affectionate as he regarded me.

"No," I replied quietly. "It wasn't."

After putting away his cock, Mr. Frost took my hand and drew me into a sitting position. When I reached for my bra, he was quick to grab it first. "Not just yet."

Sighing, I climbed to my feet and went to put on my boots. All the while, I felt my boss's stare on me. I quickly grew self-conscious from the way my pendulous breasts swung loose as I leaned forward. 

Mr. Frost waited until I was finished, then handed me both my bra and sweater. "Next time, don't shower before we meet."

I stared at him in confusion. That was certainly a new request! "Um, okay, but can I ask why you don't want me to?"

He stepped even closer. "Doing so gets rid of your scent; tonight, I could barely detect it. But after a long day, when your tits have been pressed tightly together inside your bra, your natural scent gathers..." He slid his fingertips between my breasts. "Here." 

I stood motionless as he lowered his head and swept his tongue over my skin. "Mmm, it's a bit stronger now," he whispered, "since you got so hot and flushed earlier."

His pointing that out resurrected my blush; there was no hiding how much he'd excited me. 

While I finished dressing, Mr. Frost sent me the extra hundred he'd promised. Then he smiled and said, "I'll walk you to your car."

I was surprised but grateful for his offer. "Thank you, Mr. Frost."

He rolled his eyes. "For God's sake, Aurora, call me Sullivan when we're here after hours."

Striding down the corridor, neither of us spoke. We were careful not to draw attention to ourselves in case someone else was nearby. Once we stepped outside, it was only a short distance to my car. Sullivan accompanied me to it. 

Turning toward him, I said a quiet goodbye, then moved to open the car door. 

"Wait," he said.

I stopped, looking at him expectantly. It was ridiculous, but for the briefest of moments, I thought he might kiss me. Instead, he asked if I could come to his office on Thursday evening. 

"Yes," I replied, far too quickly.

Sullivan smiled, clearly pleased. "Fair warning, Aurora." His stare again settled on my tits. "Next time, I won't be as gentle."