Four-thirty on the dot, Jason Warren’s phone rang.

“There’s a Miss Lauren Rapino here for her 4:30 appointment, Mr. Warren.”

“I’ll be right there, Susan.”

Jason donned his sport jacket and headed for the lobby. Lauren sat on the far side of the open space. Legs crossed at the ankles and turned slightly to her left, she studied her iPhone intently. As Jason approached, Lauren looked up and smiled a smile unlike one from one business acquaintance to another. But if anyone else happened to see, it would only be her and Jason who would understand.

“Miss Rapino, pleasure to meet you,” Jason said, taking her hand lightly.

“Thank you for seeing me on short notice,” she replied quite professionally. “I believe I have some products you will find intriguing.”

“This way.” Jason led Lauren into the executive suite and to his corner office.

“May I get you anything, Miss Rapino?”

“Just a water, please, would be great.”

“I will be right back. Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to check in with my CFO before she leaves for the day, then you will have my undivided attention.”

Jason exited and closed the door behind him. He checked in with his CFO in a neighboring office as she gathered her things to leave for the day.

“All good here, Jason,” she assured him.

“Have a good evening, Janice.”

Janice turned off the executive suite lights on her way out. The rest of the floor also was dark, but for the handful of lights that stayed lit for security purposes.

Jason grabbed two bottles of water and headed back to his office.

Approaching his door, he felt his heart rate climb. He knew what was on the other side.

Lauren fantasized about Jason fucking her in his office. As no staff had yet met her, making the fantasy a reality became top of mind in their conversations. The more they -- she, actually -- talked about the possibility, the more Jason felt it possible.

Lauren, according to her, was shy around those whom she didn’t know. So her demeanor, while confident in public, was a bit withdrawn, at least initially when meeting new people.

Today she wasn’t meeting new people. She and Jason had been chatting for some time and had gotten past the first-meeting jitters a couple months before when they met in her city. A half-hour into that meeting, Lauren was undressed and Jason was devouring her. No, the jitters didn’t last long. Since then, she’d brought up the office fantasy more than a few times. Today it would come true.

Jason eased open the door to see the silhouette of Lauren against the tall, narrow window.

A slim, 5’7” beauty, Lauren fit perfectly against Jason’s 6’1” frame. She wore black heels, black stockings, a black pencil skirt and a deep red, silk blouse. She could wear her chin-length hair in a number of styles, but today it was done in what she called her ‘carefree’ look. It was Jason’s favorite.

Her hands lay flat against the wall and slightly higher than her shoulders on either side of the two-foot-wide, floor-to-ceiling windows. Her hips were cocked slightly to her right.

Jason closed the door behind him. Neither worried about being seen by passersby as the windows were one-way.

“You said I would have your undivided attention.” Lauren didn’t turn her head as she reminded Jason of his earlier statement.

“Yes, I did.”

“And do I?”

Jason had made his way across the office during the exchange.

“Absofuckinglutely,” he whispered as he kissed her on the neck.

Lauren shivered at the touch of Jason’s lips.

“That was not fair. This is my fantasy.” Lauren did her damnedest to sound pissed. Jason knew she wasn’t.

“Well, dear, sex in this office was all you ever talked about. I don’t recall but a handful of details. So I’m doing what appeals to me.”

Lauren whirled around.

“Oh, you are, are you?”

“Yes…”

Jason pulled Lauren close and kissed her, emphasizing his affirmative statement. For minutes they embraced. Tongues searched and swirled. Their bodies became inflamed with more than desire.

Just as suddenly as Jason had turned her around, he whirled Lauren back around.

“Hands back against the wall. Exactly where they were.”

She did as instructed, but watched over her shoulder as Jason removed his coat, then his tie.

He moved back close with further instructions.

“Do not move your hands.”

“But…” Lauren didn’t finish her protest when she felt Jason against her, his arousal evident. Arms wrapping around her and gently cupping her breasts, he again kissed her neck. Then nibbled. Maybe it was something between a nibble and a bite, but it made her sigh and her knees slightly buckle.

He slipped his hands down the smooth fabric to her hips before taking a step back. In seconds there was no physical contact between the two, but Lauren could feel his eyes ravaging her. She inhaled deeply.

Then again when she felt Jason begin to unzip her skirt. God, he went slow, teasing her as he loved to do.

With the zipper down, he knelt behind her and parted the waist of her skirt only inches. His hot breath touched her skin and she shivered.

Then his lips. She moaned. He worked his lips down to the waistband of her black lace panties, then back up.

Lauren arched her back, pushing her ass toward Jason.

He stood again and leaned into her, biting her neck gently. She pushed back harder, feeling the outline of his still-clothed cock pressing just above the part between her tight cheeks.

“Ohhh,” was all she managed when he nibbled again.

Jason slipped his fingers inside the waist on her skirt, pushed it over her hips, and followed it to the floor, again kneeling behind her.

“Step out,” he ordered.

Lauren lifted one foot, then the other, so he could move her skirt out of the way.

Jason simply knelt and admired the black lace-clad ass before his eyes. As a dancer, Lauren had beautifully tight, firm cheeks that fit his hands perfectly. Today he was mesmerized by the black panties, black thigh-high stockings and the black heels. She knew his tastes.

Jason snapped out of his momentary hypnosis and grabbed Lauren by her ankles.

“Spread your legs.”

She separated her feet, but not enough.

“Wider.”

When she moved her feet slightly farther apart than shoulder-width, he was satisfied.

His hands climbed her taut legs slowly. Lauren didn’t move, but her legs tightened more as his hands reached the backs of her thighs, and finally her panties.

She felt his broad hands grip her, then fingertips slip inside the legs of her bikini lingerie. That brought a soft, barely audible gasp.

Jason stood, never allowing the fingers of his right hand to lose contact with Lauren’s flesh. He moved slightly to his left.

“Kiss me, babe.”

The delicate kiss transformed into something more urgent when Jason slid his fingers between her legs. She moaned into the kiss when his fingertips traced her lips.

She was wet and silky. Heat radiated from her.

Back to front. Front to back. His fingers spread Lauren’s arousal.

“Turn around. Against the wall.”

She didn’t hesitate.

Her face flushed, she looked at Jason, biting her lower lip in anticipation. That changed to determination.

“This is my fantasy, dammit,” she suddenly declared. “Sit down in your chair.”

Though slightly amused, Jason was always willing to follow Lauren’s lead when she chose to take charge. The lady knew what she liked and wasn’t afraid to demand it. And, unlike men who would be intimidated, he appreciated a strong-willed, confident woman.

Eyes locked with hers, Jason sat in his chair, folding his hands in his lap.

Lauren studied him for a moment, as if plotting her next move. But there was no plotting; she knew exactly what she wanted and how she was going to get it.

With maybe a bit of overdone sway in her hips, she moved between Jason and his desk and leaned back against it, her hands gripping the edge.

She studied him. He studied her. To an outside observer, it may have appeared to be a standoff waiting for one to make the first move. But only ‘calculated’ could be used to describe this tense moment.

Lauren finally brought her fingers to the top button of her blouse and began unbuttoning it. For Jason, the moment felt like a slow-motion dream. For her, it was simply her way of unveiling what lay ahead for her lover.

With the last button loose, Lauren opened her blouse to reveal her flat, smooth tummy and her matching black bra. Again she leaned back, languishing in the moment; vulnerable, yet in control. She allowed Jason’s admiration of her -- all of her -- to create millions of sparks inside her. She could sense every single one of them individually.

Lauren dropped her gaze to Jason’s lap and couldn’t stifle a lusty smile watching the bulge in his trousers become more pronounced.

“See anything you like?”

“I see everything I like,” he replied, his voice husky and a bit halting.

He made a slight move to rise from his chair.

“No,” she said. The tone of her voice pushed him back fully into his chair.

Lauren slid onto the edge of the mahogany desk, her ankles crossed, thighs together.

“Move closer, Jason,” she ordered.

He rolled his chair to within a foot of her before she uncrossed her legs and placed her heel-clad right foot on the edge of the chair between his legs, stopping his approach.

With his forward momentum stopped, Lauren planted that foot on one arm of Jason’s chair, her other foot on the opposite side.

She was open to him. Right before his eyes, her black panties exposed her desire. Her wetness seeped through the lace. 

Lauren slid her blouse off her shoulders and reached between her breasts to unfasten her bra. Her chest heaved in anticipation when she pulled the cups aside. Her nipples stood hard and dark.

Jason moaned, his sexual anxiety building. He knew the sensitivity of Lauren’s breasts, particularly her nipples. He knew they were a beckoning signal of the intensity of her need. And Lauren knew how the sight of her pert breasts alone made Jason’s mouth water.

He hardly knew where to train his eyes. Excited nipples? Yes. Her spread thighs? Yes. Her flat abdomen where he could spend hours simply kissing and tasting her skin? Heavens yes.

She decided for him when she cupped her full breasts. Her fingers gently tugged her peaks. She tugged. She slightly twisted. She watched Jason’s breathing deepen.

With her own need building, Lauren finally planted both hands on the dark wood desk slightly behind her. She looked up at Jason.

“Take your cock out.”

He did as instructed. Lauren smiled as she longingly gazed at his full erection.

“Now stroke it.”

Jason smiled at her as he began running his hand up and down his rigid shaft.

“Like this?”

“God yes. Exactly like that. I love watching you!” Her voice dripped with craving.

“You want to see how wet you make me, babe?”

“Yesss,” was all he could utter.

Lauren lifted her ass slightly and slid her panties off just enough so they were no longer trapped between her skin and the desk. She pushed them along her thighs to her knees, then brought her feet together over Jason’s cock and freed the black lace.

Her heels went back to the chair’s arms, her knees remaining closed.

She moved to the edge of the desk and opened her knees.

“Do you see? Do you see how dripping wet I am?”

Lauren’s lips glistened in the office light. Her lips were pink, swollen and, Jason thought, needed his tongue. The clear, silky liquid had already overflowed and seeped down between her cheeks.

She slipped her right hand down her stomach and covered her mound, rubbing slowly up and down. Up and down. Up and...when her hand traveled down again, her middle finger disappeared deep into her pussy. Once. Twice.

Lauren’s eyes were closed as she pleasured herself inches from Jason’s thirsty mouth.

When she slipped her finger out, it dripped with her juices. Without a word, she leaned forward, extending her hand. He met her halfway, hungrily sucking her finger. Inhaling her until his saliva completely replaced her arousal. That was his appetizer.

Lauren sat up, studying Jason, her left hand still clutching her wet panties. Watching her own hand, she moved the lace over her breasts, then her tummy, and down between her thighs, leaving a moist trail.

“Watch.” It was a needless, but effective, directive.

With the command, she moved her right hand between her legs, took two fingers and spread her sodden lips. Her left hand followed and she began pushing her panties between the bright pink folds. Little by little -- inch by inch -- the midnight fabric disappeared into Lauren until the tiniest sliver of cloth still showed.

Jason felt as if he were about to burst.

Lauren leaned back and propped on both hands.

“I need to feel you. Now, Jason.” This was less command and more a simple, urgent statement.

Jason released his straining cock and pushed Lauren’s legs wide as he leaned in. As much as he wanted to devour her lust-filled core, he resisted the urge.

No, tonight he wanted Lauren’s fantasy to be fulfilled, not rushed. He wanted her to remember every moment. Every sight, sound and scent. Every touch, every nuance should be a permanent part of her memory when the night ended.

He leaned in and lightly ran his tongue upward, just outside Lauren’s lips. Damn, he loved the taste of her. First one side; then the other. The tip of his tongue barely touched her white-hot skin, but it was enough to make her arms weak to the point that she finally gave in and lay back on the desk. Her hands grabbed her breasts and her back arched deeply as Jason’s tongue moved inward.

He wanted more. She wanted more. She needed more.

With Lauren on her back, he grabbed her behind the knees and pushed her legs back and wide. Exposed completely, she moaned even before he touched her again. She knew what was next. Her body trembled in excited anticipation.

One side, then the other, Jason purposely avoided slipping his tongue between Lauren’s silky lips. He wanted her on edge…right on the edge of an explosive, body-quaking orgasm.

He varied the pressure of his tongue. Long, deliberate licks turned into gentle flicks.

Her hips rocked, trying to push her aching pussy to meet his hungry mouth. Finally, he gave in.

Lowering his head slightly and pushing Lauren’s legs even wider and back slightly, Jason gently slipped two fingers into her as his tongue made a slow upward lick over her clit.

Lauren cried out in a low, long moan that filled every corner of the office. She planted her feet on the chair and lifted all of her desire to meet his tongue.

Jason lowered his mouth to her and pumped his fingers inside her. Hungrily he drank. His busy fingers twined with the soaked black lace that lay hidden. He flattened his tongue to make long upward licks that lifted Lauren’s swollen clit. Again. Again. And again, until her legs went from twitching to trembling to shaking.

On cue, he pursed his lips over her clit and gently sucked while rapidly flicking his tongue.

Lauren grabbed Jason’s head, not to push it away, but to hold it tight. She needed more. She needed the whole of this orgasm, and he was more than happy to oblige. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders as her sexual fireworks peaked.

Jason began easing his fingers out of her pussy. But not just his fingers; her panties, too. The sensation pushed Lauren to a new plateau, a full-body shudder that stiffened her torso and had her gasping for breath.

With the intensity on her clit almost more than she could bear, she pushed on Jason’s head, signaling enough.

Lifting his head, he pulled the last threads of her panties from her. That brought a last shiver and gasp of that orgasm.

Lauren lay breathless on the wide desk. Her arms were spread. Her naked body heaved as she caught her breath.

Jason stood. He was still dressed but for his exposed erection.

He reached for Lauren’s hips and pulled her toward him until he could feel her heat on the head of his cock. Leaning over her, his lips met hers at the precise moment his rigid cock head touched her clit.

She cried out, grabbed his face and held it inches from hers.

“Fuck me, Jason. I need you to…”

Before she could finish, every inch of him sank into her. Lauren’s plea turned into a deep, long, lusty moan. She wrapped her long, tight legs around his ass and pulled him deeper. Lauren held him right there, squeezing his cock with her pussy, feeling his veiny shaft pulsing inside her.

Jason flattened his hands on the desk either side of her shoulders, never taking his eyes off hers. Nothing pleased him more than pleasing her. Nothing excited him more than watching Lauren’s face while he thrust his cock into her.

With Lauren loosening her leg grip slightly, Jason slipped his hips back slowly until just the head pierced her dripping pussy. Then forward with the same rhythm. Slowly out; slowly in. Long strokes that filled her.

Lauren caught the rhythm and met his every thrust with a rise of her ass to accept him fully.

Jason never changed the tempo of his withdrawal, but every thrust into her got a little quicker, a little sharper. Every plunge brought a grunt from deep inside Lauren.

Her hands gripped his arms for leverage as the sounds of wet, determined sex filled the office. Skin colliding with skin. Cock pummeling dripping pussy.

Lauren’s mouth opened, but no sound escaped. Her eyes widened. Her legs began trembling. All of those reactions told Jason she was on the edge; two, maybe three, deep fucks away from cumming again.

She was trying to let it build. She wanted -- no, she needed -- an explosion.

All it took was Jason’s mouth on her nipple when he pumped into her and held balls deep.

From on the edge to over the cliff, Lauren’s chest shot upward and her head snapped back as a long cry finally emerged. Her torso lurched slightly with every wave that coursed through her.

“Cum...” she finally gasped. “Cum on me, Jason!”

Any time Lauren urged him to cum when he was so close, her voice proved to be the catalyst for his own release. One more thrust into her, feeling her contracting muscles milk his thick shaft, and he knew he was beyond holding back any longer.

Jason raised his body as he pulled back a last time. Lauren lifted her still-trembling body to watch as he positioned the head of his cock just a couple of inches from her drenched sex.

He released a thick, hot stream directly onto her clit. She screamed, lay back hard and shuddered again. It happened every time and she loved the feel of that liquid heat on her most sensitive spot. More came from Jason; more cries from Lauren.

When he was spent, Lauren moved her feet back to the arms of the chair.

“Sit,” she whispered.

He didn’t argue.

Jason looked up to see Lauren’s hands moved down her body and between her legs. She spread wide. Her lips were swollen and red. Her clit peeked from under its hood, hard and erect. And all were covered in Jason’s viscous cum.

She slipped two fingers between her lips and buried them inside her for only a moment. They emerged slick with a mixture of their sex.

Lauren rose, slid off the desk and straddled Jason’s lap in one gliding motion. Her left arm went around his shoulder. Her right hand came to her mouth. Lauren licked and sucked the cum cocktail off her fingers, savoring every drop.

“Damn, we taste good,” she offered. “Wanna taste?”

Jason simply pulled her close so his lips met hers. Lauren’s body pressed into his. Their mouths melted together in a heated exchange that naturally ended.

She placed her forehead on his. Both smiled when they realised they were breathing in unison.

“Amazing, babe,” Jason finally whispered.

“Thank you for making it happen, Mr. Warren.”

“Thank you for the product demonstration, Miss Rapino.”

They both burst out laughing.

“Up for dinner?” Jason asked. 

Lauren slipped back off his lap and looked down. His pants were wet with her sex.

“Maybe delivery is a better option?”

“Indeed.”