Half asleep

 I was just on the way to see my sister. She was in the city clinic with appendicitis. I had just passed the winter decorated entrance area of ​​the hospital and was standing in front of the A69 elevator. I had to wait a moment and looked again into the small bouquet of pink tulips, which began to filter the air in the transparent foil. A layer of condensed water adhered to the inside of the film. Outside, thick snowflakes fell from the sky. It was the middle of December. Christmas wasn't far away. My black quilted jacket was from snowflakes with wet F ***** s covered and also about my short black hair pulled up a film of cold wet.

The elevator came and a medium “bing” signaled that the doors were opening. The double steel doors opened and my left leg started to walk into the elevator. Something big hindered mine. With light pressure, I hit someone who was half a head taller than me. The tall, slim body then passed me sideways.

Before I understood what touched me there, a light scent of almonds, roses and honey rose into my nose. A long red-blonde, almost copper-colored perm stroked my face and hardly walked out of the elevator, the person turned around. She looked at me. Green eyes looked at me and then a smile formed on her pink lips, which were brushed with lip gloss. "Is the four?" She asked in a lovely voice and she winked at me.

"Sorry!" It slipped out of my mouth by itself. “No, we're on the first floor!” I said. Then I saw one of her extremely long legs stand between the elevator door, whereupon the closing door opened again. With a casual gait she walked back into the elevator and leaned her bottom against the handrail on the left. There was a full-wall mirror on the elevator wall. She looked briefly next to me at the floor indicator, where the four lit up in red. Now I couldn't move my gaze away from her. From the black ankle boots I looked up the long, slender legs, which were wrapped in black nylon. The thighs were a little more muscular.

In general, she was quite athletic, but slim. Her firm bottom pressed against the tube of the handrail. A wide-meshed black knitted dress covered the beautiful body from the very deep cleavage to the first third of the thighs. Was she wearing hold-ups or pantyhose, it flashed through my mind when my eyes met her friendly look. She looked at me as if to say, “Well, honey? Do you like what you see?"

But her lips stayed silent. Her fingers wrapped around the handrail to the left and right of her body. Her long nails were decorated with bright red nail polish. Large gold hoop earrings hung from the small earlobes. A red pearl necklace was around her neck. The cheeks were slightly red and the long copper hair almost looked like a lion's mane. Suddenly there was a quick jolt in the elevator and the light began to flicker. Then it was pitch black. "Oh my god!" Said the beauty opposite. "I'm getting scared!" Then I heard the clicking of her ankle boots. The light began to flicker again. One of the fluorescent tubes had blown.

Now the second tube flickered almost every second and I had to hold my breath. The young woman stood right in front of me and put hers on top of mine, which had also been on the handrail. With the other hand she looked for the emergency button on the elevator system. But nobody answered. "Shit, we're stuck here!" I said very quietly. Then I smelled that light touch of almonds and roses again. It was her perfume that rose from the cleavage and tickled my nose.

My member immediately stood like a one. "I'm scared!" Said the young woman and was now only a few millimeters away from me. I turned my hand over and held her hand tightly. I said quietly: “You don't need to be afraid. We'll be taken out of here soon. It will only take a little longer! ”Then I saw her gaze, which was becoming calmer, in the flickering of the light. Her other hand was looking for mine and suddenly the tulips fell to the ground. Her warm hands clung to me. Then her body gently leaned against mine. The big buttons of the black mini dress pressed against my dark blue silk shirt.

Her head lay carefully on my shoulder and my nose dipped into the copper-colored hair, which sprayed a light rose scent. I took my right hand and released it from her fingers. Carefully put the right arm around the hips of the frightened woman, who didn't seem to be so frightened anymore. Her body pressed against mine and suddenly her legs were over my thighs. She must have felt my erection on her thigh, because suddenly she sighed slightly and rubbed her pelvis against my body.

Then she whispered, “My name is Sylvia. Please hold me tight! ”I pulled both of my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. Then it was clear what she wanted. I just wanted to have sex as much as she did. She took a deep breath and blew it on my neck. Suddenly my lips touched the silky smooth skin of her neck and I started kissing her. A low "Aaah" came out of her mouth. My hands slipped off her back and gently stroked her firm, crisp bottom. I had slipped my fingers under her dress and felt the bare skin of the beautiful woman.

"Benjamin," I whispered in her ear and grabbed her firm ass, whereupon she stretched her upper body back a little and began to undo the big buttons from the dress. So the woman was not wearing tights, but stockings without a hold. Her shame and her hot ass were only covered by black lace panties. The matching top was a very sheer black lace bra. In the flickering light I could see the hard dark brown nipples that stood stiffly on the small areolas.

I had to touch her and so my hands pushed up her open dress until she finally pulled it over her arms and head. It fell to the ground and now I saw the full extent of the beautiful woman. Her legs were infinitely long and the skin was silky smooth. The flat stomach and luscious firm chest were sex appeal cast in flesh and blood. I put my hands on the firm breasts and slipped my thumbs under the black tip. I ran my thumbs over her nipples a few times until I finally ran my lips over a nipple and sucked gently on it. Sylvia sighed and slipped her hand between us.

Then she reached for the slit of my pleated trousers, where my erection was now clearly visible. "Hmmm ..." she whispered. “I immediately feel like more. She sank to her knees and opened my pants, which immediately slid down my legs. Then she kissed my black tight panties with her lips. Her fingers slowly pulled the waistband of my panties down and her tongue licked my ribbon, which made me breathe faster. "Oh God! If you do that now, I'll be right there! ”I sighed. But her mouth pushed over my member and she had my cock in her mouth. She had already pulled my underpants down.

I held her head with both hands and clawed her curly mane. Now she sucked harder on my love stick. I could hardly stand it and bent over a little. "Aaaah ... aaahh," I suddenly moaned and she pulled me to the ground. A few seconds her mouth was gone, giving me another chance not to come. Then I saw in the flickering light how she bent over my cock again and then knelt next to me. I lay on my back and reached into the back of her right knee.

Then she lifted her leg over my upper body and pushed her buttocks towards me. A shaved pussy with narrow little labia pushed towards me. I took my hands and grabbed her side. Then I took the athletic chassis of my playmate a little closer and gently ran my tongue through her narrow furrow, which suddenly tasted like more. When I ran my tongue between her labia, I noticed that she was already completely wet. I quickly found her plump clitoris with my tongue, which drove her crazy. She screamed and moaned. Then I started to massage her crystal hard pearl with my tongue.

That was the point when she pushed her lips over my throbbing cock and slid over my shaft with a tight grip. She grabbed my cock by the root and sucked hard on my "hard". Sucking lightly and firmly in her mouth, I couldn't take it anymore. I ****** off and at that moment the light stopped flickering. It shone brightly on us and the elevator door opened. I screamed with pleasure and ...

... suddenly I came to. Everything was wet. I must have been dreaming. I was lying on the sofa in the living room. My underpants were soaking wet. I looked at my hand and saw the tea cup, which should contain the already cold tea. But everything had run over my white underpants. The room was only lit by the blue light from the television. I looked down again at my underpants, which made my cock shine through the tea almost transparently. He stood like a one.

"Tss, Tss ..." I suddenly heard from my fiancée, who was standing stark naked in the door to the bedroom. The light from her bedside lamp illuminated the slightly plump body of my darling from behind. "I would like to know what you just dreamed!", She grinned and stared at my wet underpants, in which my erection was hidden, but still visible. I got up and put the remote aside after putting the TV on standby. With the wet underpants on, I strolled to my beloved at the bedroom door. She blocked the door frame with both arms.

I pushed my underpants down so that my member stood stiffly forward. Then I picked up the pants and tossed them under her arms into the laundry basket in the bedroom. Then I took my hands and held my fiancee's head. I apologized with a gentle kiss on her warm lips. "Sorry, my darling. I don't know what's wrong with me either! ”Then she laughed. "My sweetheart, you fell asleep!" Then she grabbed my cock and held it tight. She pushed her lips to mine and suddenly she reached out with her tongue to open our lips. A little wild French kiss in front of the bedroom.

"But what you dreamed must have turned on you mightily, or are you really keen on me?", She said with a slight laugh. "Of course I'm hot for you!" I said. But she teased further and said, "Well, you can indeed times behind come here and me right through **** s !" Then she walked to the bed and lay down on the bed legs provocatively. I sat on the edge of the bed and turned to her. Then she came cuddled up and snaked her legs through mine. We kissed tightly. I stroked her forehead.
I knew full well that she loved that. She liked to be caressed gently on the face. My hard cock was meanwhile on her thigh and twitched. I also didn't know why I dreamed of the long-legged beauty in the elevator. I had my dream woman lying naked in my bed next to me. And Wiebke was really a dream. She had a very lovely character. Visually, she was what I found really beautiful. With her deep brown eyes and brown hair, she was perfect for me. Their kisses tasted sweet and for more. Unfortunately, we didn't talk about sex that evening. We fell asleep the way we snuggled up against each other.

Suddenly I was staring sideways at the mirror wall of the elevator. I saw myself with Sylvia in a clear 69 position. Through the mirror I saw her licking my cock up and down with her tongue. She licked the glans and the ribbon. Then I looked up to see where her genitals were right in front of my mouth. This bare wet pussy, which I must have licked, because Sylvia groaned slightly exhausted: "Wow, that was a great sex with you!" Then she lifted her leg a little and got off me. The elevator door had opened. Fortunately, we were on the sixth floor where there was only the chapel. This floor was hardly visited. I put my foot in the door so we could get dressed again. I watched the long-legged woman as she put on her dress and pulled her panties back on. Her whole face was completely wet. I had put my pants back on and was completely satisfied. Then I closed the door again and pressed Sylvia against the wall of mirrors. I kissed her and pushed my tongue between her lips. As our lips parted, I heard a "Bing!" Come from the speaker. "Fourth floor!" Hissed Sylvia.

I let go of her and winked at her. Then I walked down the long hall. I turned around two more times. But Sylvia was gone. The ward was still on rounds. I had to wait in the hallway and took one of the blue chairs. I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned my head back against the wall. I felt a slight tickle at the tip of my tail. I sighed softly and smacked my lips. Then a moment later I opened my eyes. A strong pulling in the testicle had irritated me. It was pitch black. I ran my hand over my upper body and landed in a clump of hair that was just in front of my lap. With my left hand I looked for a lamp and found the clipper for my bedside lamp. My fiancée lay with her brown mane over my lap and licked my glans. I was a little confused. But then the head came up and I saw that she had meanwhile blown my cock so stiff that it was already a little tense in the glans. "Oh!" She sighed, laughing softly. "I think you don't feel like having sex!" I slid my hand over her back, but she pulled her body away and lay right between my legs.

Now she made herself right over my hard-on. “Nah, my dear! Now you have to go through it! ", She said with a crazy look and made her over my glans again. She licked up and down the underside of my shaft as if she wanted to make me fidget. I was suddenly overexcited and immediately wanted to ******** . But she wouldn't let me. With a strong grip, she pulled the skin on my cock down to the testicle. And she kept teasing my member with her tongue until I started moaning.
"Yeah ...!", She cheered me on. "Come on, honey! I want you ********see! ”Then the feelings ran away with me and I moaned. I hit my head wildly. She licked again and again over my glans, which made me crazy. Then she let it slip between her lips again. I could literally feel the ****** pushing up in the urethra. At that moment her lips flicked from the glans to the ribbon and a quick splash of ejaculate hurled onto my stomach. With a dull "hmmm", Wiebke watched me lose one. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled at me. Carefully she released my cock from her clutches.

I wiped my forehead with my forearm and felt completely relaxed. Then I heard a muffled voice from the background. “When I slowly count to three, you open your eyes. You feel good and relaxed! One ... you feel good ... two ... everything is very relaxed ... three ... open your eyes! "I opened my eyes and was very relaxed. Still very limp, I turned my head to the left and then to the right. On the left I looked at two legs.

Up the legs, I looked straight into the lap of my psychiatrist, who had crossed her long nylon-wrapped legs. Her lap was not clearly visible. I only saw that she was wearing hold-ups. The rest became a black hole. Above it sat the black mini knit dress with the large buttons. The golden creoles hung in the ears of my psychiatrist Silke Freyer. Her pink lips were brushed with lip gloss. Her green eyes looked at me a little confused. I looked down at myself. A hard erection was hidden in my pleated trousers, which was clearly visible on my zipper.

I turned bright red and asked uncertainly: "What happened?" Then Silke cleared her throat and avoided my gaze. She tapped her notebook with her red painted fingernails and then said: “Well after this hypnosis I can assure you that nothing is really wrong with you! You only have one little problem! ”So she got up and strolled over to her desk. Her firm bottom wobbled to the beat when she ran. Her legs were incredibly long. They probably went almost to my belly button. "And that would be?" I asked a little unsettled.
Then she looked at me again with her green eyes. "You are a man!"

taking leave

 

There we stood now. Our marriage was in ruins. Over the past few years, we had been working straight towards the end - without even realizing it. It's actually a shame, because at the beginning Tom and I were a real dream couple with all the advantages that such a dream relationship should bring with it, if you decide to actually take the "big step" in life.

From a visual point of view, we were still a dream couple today. However, those who knew us better knew that we might one day kill each other if we didn't finally part. But what was left of our relationship was the unmistakable passion, the fire in our eyes when we looked at each other and the addiction to sex.

Since we parted on good terms, the two of us went out to dinner on the day of our divorce. We were celebrating the end of our marriage, so to speak. Why not? After all, you also celebrate the beginning, so why not the end?

Tom looked for a nice little Italian restaurant near the family court and so we found ourselves in this quaint restaurant by candlelight. I had already made myself excited that morning. After all, I wanted to shine on the day of our divorce. He should never forget me, I wanted to take care of that personally.

"Sarah, you know, it's a shame that we didn't make it. You are a really good-hearted person. No matter what ever will be, if you have problems or worries, I'll always be there for you." Tom opened the door to me with a sad expression on his face. "Yes, I know Tom. The same goes for you too. We have spent the last ten years together. And no matter how often we fought, in the end I always knew that when the going got tough, I could always rely on you and you depend on me. A piece of my heart will always be yours. " I gave him back with a smile.

A few glasses of wine later we were smooching in the taxi again. However, this situation was not thoughtless on my part, because the sex with Tom was the best I ever had and possibly would have, so I had to take this last opportunity again before I started my new single life.

The door to the apartment not yet fully unlocked, he already tore my blouse open, lifted me up with his strong arms and stormed the apartment towards the couch. There he tenderly laid me down and stripped me of my clothes. I was only allowed to keep my panties on.

My right hand reached into his jeans and the button placket opened by itself. We kissed passionately and the game of love became more and more passionate and intense by the minute. Tom lay down next to me and massaged my breasts while he massaged my clitoris with the other hand. After all these years, like me, he knew how the game worked. We just knew each other perfectly.

I turned around and began to take his now very hard penis into my mouth and suck it with relish. His head was now between my legs and he spoiled me with his tongue. I felt his hands all over at the same time. Like a tornado of emotions, we lived through this goodbye to love.

The next morning I woke up alone in the large double bed. Only the smell reminded me of my old life, of past love.

Rainy day

 It's been seven years now. I still remember like it was yesterday. It was pouring rain that day, the day that was to be so meaningful to me. Even today, on the seventh anniversary, it should rain. In the late afternoon the sky should open its sluices if torrents of water should pour down on us on an otherwise serene early summer day. So the prediction on the Internet. Just the right weather for today. I wanted to hear it splash on the windows. Just like back then. Because I knew it was the right weather for her. It is particularly hot on rainy days. But first things first ...

Seven years earlier:
She has often come across me. On the way to the canteen, at the start of work, at the end of work. This woman seemed to be cold, the new head of department in our company. They whispered behind closed doors that it would be better not to get to know her, at least not on a business basis. It should go over dead bodies, giving a resignation easier than saying "good morning".
Still, she seemed to drive me crazy. Ms. Schneider embodied exactly what I imagined a top model to be: slim, barely 180 cm tall, endless legs, simply a dream of a woman. If she hadn't had her well-known professional merits, her business administration diploma, I would have accepted any bet that this woman had slept her way upstairs. In any case, she would have the potential for this.
Even today she came to meet me, in her beige costume, the matching nylons and high heels, the pinned up blonde hair almost drowned me. Just looking at it was enough to make it tight in my pants, very tight. As always, she snootily did not return my good morning greeting, as always I seemed to be air for her. I greedily inhaled the scent of the perfume cloud that envelops them, beguiling me, robbing me of my senses.
On some days she did without her BMW roadster, drove with me in the same bus, even stood next to me once or twice; on days like this, I just couldn't help myself, my eyes felt her body, I practically pulled them out with my gaze.
Even today - I knew that, her BMW wasn't parked in the management's parking lot, so the chance to drive with her in the same bus after work was not a bad one. It was finally 4 p.m. Another twenty minutes and the bus would be parked in front of the company premises, which drove all the way to the small villa suburb where she, Selina, lived. Twenty minutes of anxious waiting; Would she work overtime, tied to a desk and mountains of files, would a meeting require her to be present, or would the weather simply thwart my plans? It had been raining cats and dogs for a long time and she would certainly not have thought of something superfluous like taking an umbrella with you on this wonderful early summer day, which was still presented to us this morning.

I stood waiting under the small canopy at the entrance to the porter's house, crowded with almost a full busload of colleagues, all of whom, like me, were trying to escape this downpour in a completely unexpected way. Waiting, not just for the bus, no, especially waiting for you, whom I would have loved to give up my place in the dry.
I hardly dared to hope that the bus would come soon, Selina was still out of sight when the door to the boardroom slowly opened, and she stood there, like a goddess, wondering whether it was worth the expensive designer costume ruined by the rain or, better still, to wait for the end of the inferno.
Apparently she seemed to have chosen the former; All of a sudden Selina ran off, trying to catch the bus, to get dry; holding the handbag over her golden hair as insufficient protection.
Somewhere halfway up - I seemed to be following the situation in slow motion, she stumbled in her high heels, stumbled trying to escape the fall that would have ridiculed her in front of some of the staff; however, it was only an attempt. The fall was inevitable; the handbag fell from her hand, her high heels came off her legs as she fell lengthwise into what was probably the largest of the puddles of water on the floor.
Most of the people waiting had not seen it, the bus had long since arrived and was almost ready to leave again, it was more important to get to it yourself as dry as possible, to get one of the few coveted seats. Even I was probably the only one who had seen the drama in full length.
The bus, getting home on time, I didn't care at all at that moment, after all, I lived alone, no one would wait for me at home. Selina - Frau Schneider - still lay motionless in the pouring rain; I moved towards her as if in a trance, I almost felt my movements as if in slow motion, the distance between us hardly narrowed at all.
She was still there, I wish she hadn't injured herself in her sudden fall, but secretly hoped that she wouldn't get up now, now that I would be able to touch her body for the first time. Finally I knelt over her, put my jacket on her upper body to protect her from the rain, actually a grotesque one, her costume was already completely soaked anyway, only hung on her body like a rag.
Apparently she had been spared major injuries, so I reassuredly gathered up her shoes and handbag, slipped my hands under her body, picked them up and carried them back to the boardroom - to the dry one.
Grateful that at least one person had come to her aid, she - the mighty head of department - put her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder. “I'll take you to your office first. There is no way you can socialize the way you look, ”I suggested. “Your costume is soaking wet and completely filthy from the fall. "Good idea," replied Ms. Schneider, regaining her composure. "Do you know the way?" Of course I knew the way to your office, which had already been nicknamed `Highway to Hell` by the workforce - I didn't have to take it yet for operational reasons, but I would leave everything where it is. if she - Selina - would call me privately. And now a heart's desire began to come true. Alone with her after work in her office,

The door to her office was unlocked, and I stepped in with my lovely load on my arms. For the first time, I walked into a management office and was completely fascinated. Sound-absorbing carpets, a large, respectful desk with one of those famous black executive chairs, several cupboards and filing cabinets. In one corner I saw a black, leather sofa on which I first put Frau Schneider to bed.

It looked terrible, now that for the first time I had a good look at it. Nothing was left of the model I so adored that robbed me of my mind, my senses, of my sleep. Her designer costume would probably not even be accepted by the old clothes collection in this condition, the noble nylons were littered with holes and linear stitches, the golden blonde hair hung confusedly in her face. Her make-up, mascara, and song shadows flowed down her cheeks in torrents.
Now the moment should actually come when she, albeit with my help, had returned to her usual sphere of influence, would regain the usual arrogance and narcissism, would chase me out of her office like a mangy dog ​​that you steal from a sausage had caught. In order not to do this to myself, I wanted to say goodbye as soon as possible; Just a smile or a `thank you` from someone I adore would have been reward enough for me. But what I heard from her mouth at that moment, I would not have expected in my wildest dreams. "Do you want to go already?" She asked. I don't want to be alone now, I have a pain in my legs from the fall, maybe something is broken. I would also like to say thank you for helping me. Almost every employee would probably have left me in the puddle down there. I know it would have been my fault, the way I introduced myself to the workforce at the company. But one expects members of the company management to keep a certain distance downwards. I think everyone would have done it like that ”. Secretly I had to agree with her, yes, she was absolutely right. I think I would have done the same if I hadn't been so intrigued by this woman. Secretly I had to agree with her, yes, she was absolutely right. I think I would have done the same if I hadn't been so intrigued by this woman. Secretly I had to agree with her, yes, she was absolutely right. I think I would have done the same if I hadn't been so intrigued by this woman.
Frau Schneider - or should I say, Selina sat up and wanted to get up; "Now I need a little sip", but when she tried to put her feet on the floor, a painful `ow` came from her pink-painted lips. Apparently she had sustained more serious injuries. She sat back on the leather couch, her gestures suggesting severe pain. Apparently the fall wasn't so superficial after all, worse than generally assumed. "May I?" I asked her, sat down next to her, put her legs on my lap and began to feel her. "What are you doing there, what's that supposed to be?" She asked confused, seemingly completely surprised by my intervention. “I would like to feel your legs, see where exactly the pain is, identify a possible break.
Gently my hands slid along your legs, caressing the nylons or rather what is left of them. I felt in the realm of my dreams, finally to touch her, the woman for whose favor I would give everything, yes, to be asked by her. I felt her knees, her kneecaps, the places that are most likely to be affected in such a fall. Apparently no changes were found that could indicate a break. It could only be a fall pain, maybe a slight bruise, the effects of which would be visible for a few days, but can be easily concealed by wearing pants. My fingers slid further up, caressing the wonderful, firm thighs.
But there were also reactions from her, reactions that I would never have thought of this living block of ice. She lay back, resting her head on the pillows, a slight moan coming from her mouth. As if by chance her delicate hand touched mine, wandered onto my thigh. I had long since lost control of myself, felt her legs in places that could not have been affected by the fall, had long since reached the point under her skirt where the nylons ended and the bare skin began. Selina was wearing suspenders, I noted appreciatively. Suddenly I felt her hand on mine, realized that I had gone too far in my greed to touch her, awaited her scream, her anger at my insolence, was already expecting not to have a job tomorrow. Your reaction came but different than expected. "Do you actually know", Ms. Schneider asked me, "that since I joined the company you are the only one from whom I have experienced any kind of human impulse". Her hand was still resting on mine, holding it through the fabric of the skirt, but not moving it down or away from her leg by an inch. “For most of them, I'm just the unloved head of department who is best avoided. Do you think I didn't notice that you almost undressed me with your looks on the bus? Please take your hand away, it is in places where it really has nothing to do with. And get up ”. Now the time had come - now the anger would burst into me. But for this feeling To be closer to this woman than anyone else in the company, I would accept any trouble for this feeling. "Come on, get up," she urged me again. "Stand close to me". Her hand - I couldn't believe what I was allowed to experience all of a sudden, began to caress me, in very sensitive places. "I want to thank you," she smiled at me. "Without you, I might still be down there now." Selina's hand found my zipper, slowly pulled it down, and slipped into the slit in my pants that had just been exposed. “Besides,” she added in a smoky voice, “I was incredibly turned on when you petted my legs. I haven't felt so comfortable, so protected in a long time. Your grip under my skirt made me wet ”Her hand slipped into my panties, looked for what distinguishes man and woman from each other, embraced him, which jumped towards her almost as if pulled on a feather, while they mean with the other hand Unbelt belt, let slide down my pants. Now finally, freed from his prison, she let it slide through her slender fingers, played with him. She not only put it in her mouth, no, she literally devoured it, but not behaving as cheaply as a port whore, but like a woman of the world. Her lips enclosed him, exerting a slightly demanding pressure, not too much and not too little, the traces of her lipstick were visible on him. Her tongue play was unique, an easy play at the tip, light strokes with the tip of the tongue against the glans, it slid over the whole shaft, spat at him, licked him clean again. In between he disappeared into her oral cavity, which must have been lined with velvet before she started all over again. I pulled my clothes off my body, stood naked in front of her - her who spoiled me in this way.
Her gaze crossed mine, not asking how I liked it, she could read this from my immediate reaction, no, it was a different look, the predator's gaze at its victim before it began to take a fatal bite. I knew right now I was her prey, utterly addicted to her, her victim. “I want to return the favor that you helped me. I hope you like it that way. Don't you want to take off my wet clothes at last? ”Selina stood in front of me, began to hold my little co-worker in readiness with her slender and delicate fingers while I began to unbutton her blouse. The blouse fell, revealing something that had once been a sinfully expensive silk bra that was now just an indefinable mass of textile, which had long since lost its real purpose of lifting and shaping the breasts, at that moment he just pressed them to the body so that they did not fall out of him. Our bodies approached each other, for the first time I felt their low mountain ranges, even though still through the textile, how they clung to my body until I finally found the tick, opened it, and Selina finally let the superfluous part slide down between our bodies .
Our lips touched each other in a longing, lustful kiss, Selina's tongue penetrated my mouth, no, penetration was not the right word, I had long since surrendered to her, let her do what she thought was right. My hands slid over her back, looked for the zipper of the costume skirt, opened it, what had once been a designer skirt, now only an indefinite piece of textile slowly slipped down her slender legs.
With her legs spread expectantly, Selina lay down on the heavy desk, it began to boil in me, did this desirable woman really want to give me her holy of holies? I began to play lightly with my tongue on the piece of silk that was still separating me from her paradise, noticing the small spot between her legs, which was growing quickly, very quickly. My control was gone, I literally tore the panties off her body, buried my face between her legs, inhaled the bewitching scent that emanated from her shell. My tongue dipped deep into her lake, feasted on the taste of what I was just now perceiving only as a scent, let her labia slide through my lips, plowed through her furrow. Finally I had reached her already hard pearl of pleasure, played with her drove the head of department more and more into ecstasy. Her thighs trembled, clutching my neck while I, kneeling in front of the desk, took care of her pleasure. Her pearl swelled up, I noticed how Selina became more and more sensitive and irritable. We could be happy to be the last and only ones on the executive floor, nobody could hear Selina's cries of pleasure, even the cleaning crew must have long since finished work.
"Come with me", she asked me, pulled me over to the black leather armchair, sat down invitingly with spread legs. "Well, what is it?", She asked me, an invitation that she didn't have to give twice. I gently penetrated her paradise, took my head of department with gentle, tender thrusts, each of my movements was accompanied by a passionate groan. Her legs clutched me, pulled me close to her, her moaning became louder, more intense, increasing to a single, common scream of pleasure, before we came, I poured myself onto her trembling body.

"We are far from finished with each other," ordered Selina when we had regained our strength. "Go over to the bar, mix me a drink, make yourself something too".
It didn't take long for the desire to rise again in us, Selina's slender, manicured hand got me ready again, she smiled invitingly at me, pulled me over to the sofa with the leather suite, and sat on it. Her lips surrounded my hardening, her lipstick left its mark as she gently sucked on me. Her tongue played on me like a snake foraging for food. Yes, a snake, it was at that moment and I was its prey. Selina knelt on the low coffee table, raised her bottom, an invitation that I knew how to interpret. My finger slid through her buttocks, played tenderly on her irritable rosette, penetrated her. Selina trembled with pleasure when my finger went exploring in her back room, now she was ready for me. Slowly I pulled my finger out of her, penetrated her with my excitement, taking care to pamper her gently and lovingly; her whole body trembled with pleasure before she came in a loud furioso.
She turned on the table, opened her mouth, made sure that this time there was no trace of our passion.

In the years that followed, Selina often asked me to join her in the executive suite. It was a wild, unrestrained hustle and bustle, the rain kept knocking on the windows until the day we were blown up. Nothing happened to me, my colleagues hailed me as the stallion who laid the block of ice. Selina received the notice, but improved her career.
We did not lose sight of each other, every anniversary was celebrated with an orgy of passion. Candles, champagne and our lust. I'm waiting for her today too. And it should rain, it was said. Heavy rain and long. For the first time on our day in six years ...