Just then, the door swung open. It was Matt.
“Mrs. Cay…”
“Yes, Matt?”
He closed the door and in three strides he was in front of me. “I’m quitting, Mrs. Cay.”
I stopped looking at my monitor and looked up at him. “Quitting? But why?”
“I have to. I really have to. I have never been so attracted to any of my female bosses before. I don’t think I’ll be able to function really well while thinking about your long legs and your lips.”
“I, I don’t know what to say.”
I gripped his hand and kissed his fingertips. He responded by sliding his fingers inside my mouth. He has big rugged hands-rough hands that I find irresistible. I cannot believe I am actually doing this. It’s very, very naughty.
His other hand found the neckline of my blouse and started massaging the bit of flesh that was exposed there. As he ran his fingers near my chest, I had this sudden urge to rip off my clothes and make him suck my nipples. He touched me like an experienced man, his knuckles sending shivers down my spine.
He caressed my neck and I surrendered to his touch, loving how eager he is to explore me. My face is only inches away from between his legs and I really, really wanted to bury my face there. I touched that area tentatively, not wanting to be too bold. I was so tensed thinking I might scare him if I go too far. I lightly moved my fingertips on his fly and to my amazement, I felt him responding to my feather light touch. “You can touch me, Mrs. Cay-if you want to.”
I licked my bottom lip as he took my hand and led me to touch him even more. He moved my hand up and down his hardness, as if I was his girlfriend. The thought excited me more than what was safe. My touch became more and more sensual, reaching a point where I want to rip his pants off and just squeeze him like crazy.
I used both my hands to unbutton his pants and unlock his belt, my nerves making me all giddy and excited. Just then, my phone rang. It was my husband.
I nervously answered the call.
Me: “Hello.”
Hubby: “It’s raining heavily. I might stay the night.”
Me: “Oh. Have you eaten yet?”
Hubby: “I had a sandwich and some coffee. Will be home tomorrow morning.”
Me: “Okay.”
I tossed the phone on my desk and went back to business. My hands were literally shaking but I didn’t care. I was able to unzip his pants in a snap. I fondled his huge bulge which looks even more enticing now that it’s only covered with his underwear. I touched it reverently, thinking about how it would feel like inside me.
His hand lightly massaged my nape and started pushing me against his waist. He smelled really good and in seconds, my tongue found his navel and licked him there. He smelled even more delicious up close. My hands struggled against his underwear. Just then, I was touching him with my bare hands. Matt is so thick and hmmmm-gifted. I can imagine myself being stoned by this thing all night and having no complaints. I feel like 18 again.
I only meant to touch it, to look at it but he pushed my head gently for me to kiss him. He felt warm and hard and that did it for me. I kissed his cock, remembering the very first time I have given a head. Just having him so close to my face made me feel so aroused, I desperately needed to have a taste. I sucked his cock head eagerly, smiling inwardly because I felt so damnably wicked.
I held his butt as I licked his cock, letting my tongue do all the work. I felt him harden even more and I slid him in and out of my mouth. He started to groan as I pushed all of him deep into my throat. I love how he feels inside my mouth-all big and thick and manly.
I sucked on him harder, enjoying the taste of him. He pushed me even harder to him and messed with my hair. “Oh Mrs. Cay… That feels so good.”
I slid him in and out…in and out and he went even harder. Thinking he might explode from too much stimulation, I stopped. He started removing my silk blouse and pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra. I should have felt so exposed facing him wearing my bra, but instead I felt oh so sexy.
Matt cupped my breasts and moulded them with his huge hands. I sighed as his thumb pressed against my nipple. He pulled my bra down and my breasts were finally set free. He kneeled down and buried his face in between them. He licked my cleavage and kneaded my tits with his hands. It was unbelievably erotic. He laid me on the floor and continued exploring my body. He unhooked my bra and went back to his lavish feasting of my breasts. He sucked my nipples, like a thirsty man desperate for a drink.
I love my husband but in all honestly, he never made love to me like this. This man is born to be a lover. His tongue feels really good and soon, I was moaning and pleading to suck me even more. He found my skirt and he started to raise it. His hand rubbed my thighs followed by his mouth. I was still wearing my panty hose and the feel of his hand against it was unbelievable.