My back and neck ache after sitting the past three days at this boardroom table engaged, as a manufacturers general counsel, in intense union negotiations.

The sky outside has darkened to shades of blue and purple, and the citys lights illuminate the outlines of steel and glass edifices. The companys president sits beside me reviewing his notes from the latest round. He has loosened his tie. Atop his broad shoulders, rests strong neck and jaw, and a head of thick silver hair. His steel blue eyes look down at the papers spread out before him. I have wanted him for so long. But he is married and is my boss so he has been off limits. Working together so closely the last few weeks, the sexual tension has at times surpassed the tension of the task at hand.

Words of innuendo, subtle glances, and not so subtle touches have passed between us during these late night work sessions. I take a sip from the mug of cold coffee before me and reach back with my free hand and rub the back of my neck.

He looks up. Herelet me He swivels his body in his chair so that his torso is facing me. I can see the strong outline of his chest through his dress shirt.

Turn your back to me. I turn in my own chair so that Im sitting sideways in it.

I feel his thick, strong fingers at the nape of my neck, working the knot out of its base. I cant help but let out a small moan as the tightness melts away. I turn my head slightly and glance at him over my shoulder.

Thank you. He rolls his chair closer to mine and leans toward me until his lips are just behind my ear. The hand that had once been on my neck comes to rest at my hip.

He grabs a fistful of the fabric of my skirt and tugs on it gently as he kisses gently behind my ear, inhaling the scent of my perfume. I reach down and interlace my fingers with his and move his hand to beneath my skirt where my warm flesh lay. Please let me play you, he whispers huskily into my ear.

I turn to face him. His hands reach beneath my soft place and lift me toward him onto his lap. I can feel the hardness in his groin pushing against my thighs.

I run my fingers through his thick hair and lower my mouth to his. My hips grind against his body as our tongues and mouths slide together. He continues to grab and massage my soft place.

His length pulses through his pants. His mouth moves from mine, down my neck. I unbutton my blouse, revealing creamy, full breasts resting in a pink lace demi-cup bra. His hands move from my soft place to my breasts. He massages them hungrily and buries his mouth between them. I again grab the back of his head and pull him tighter to me. When he comes up for air, I rise from his lap and slide onto the table. He pushes my skirt up over my hips and slides his fingers beneath the crotch of the matching pink lace panties. I throw my head back and moan as he deeply explores my wet warmth. I wrap my legs around him, the heels of my Manolo pumps digging into his firm soft place. He removes his fingers from me and smells the sweet fluid clinging to them. He reaches down and undoes his fly and removes his length. He reaches around and grabs my ankles and pulls me closer to the edge of the table until my soft place is hanging just over the edge. He leans forward and pushes his thick length inside me, grabbing my hips and holding me still as he does so.

The tension and heat between us that has been building the last few weeks empower his every thrust. I arch my back and raise my hips to match his every thrust. Harder! Please! Play me harder than youve ever played anyone!! My carnal cries inspire a powerful onslaught of playing. The table quakes, the glasses on it rattle, and my thighs redden as he plays me. He growls Im going to cum! I reach down and rub my swollen personal place.

I feel an orgasm overtake me as I do so.

Seeing me touch myself pushes him over the edge and he yells out and his soft place tightens as hot cum shoots from his length and fills me. He backs away from the table and zips his still teasing length back into his pants. His cum and my own juices flow from my softness onto the table. As I sit up from the table, I look over his shoulder and see a member of the cleaning staff standing in the hall with her mouth gaping open. I smooth my skirt down and smile at her. Dont worry. Well clean up.