I honestly had no intention of talking to my boss’s wife, Mrs Abimbola, at the company end-of-year dinner, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity when it presented itself. Mr Jide had gone off to network with the other bosses and shareholders, leaving his wife alone with her glass of wine.
She looked so hot in the dress she wore to the company’s get-together three months ago and I’d thought of her often since then. This was the first time I had seen her again since that night. I reintroduced myself, reminding her we had earlier met at the get-together, and it turned out she told me that she remembered me. I wanted to at least let her know that her dress sat nicely on her.
“That was a lovely dress you had on that night, ma’am,” I told her, trying to be polite.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she replied, “but you should have heard Jide. He spent the whole party worrying that I was showing too much skin, that somebody would get a peek down my top, or that it was too tight around my ass. I thought it looked good, too, but he kept complaining.”
“Too bad he didn’t appreciate how sexy you looked,” I said before I really thought it through completely.
“Sexy?” she asked, a broad smile brightening her face as I realized what I’d just said. I figured it was too late to take back my words, so I went with the flow.
“Well, yes ma’am,” I replied, trying to act nonchalant, ” you don’t think you looked sexy in it?”
“I thought it looked nice,” she responded, “but I didn’t realize that it was ‘sexy’.”
“It definitely was,” I reassured her, “I noticed everything that Mr. Jide was worried about, but don’t worry, I didn’t get a peek down your top. I noticed how beautiful your skin is though, and yes the dress hugged tightly around your ass.”
She gave me a look that suggested she was trying to figure out if I was being serious or just having a little fun with her. Although I thought she decided to change the subject, she came up with an idea to test what it was.
“Can you show me where the bathrooms are?” she asked, but when I started to point them out, she pulled on my arm and reiterated, “No, show me.”
The restrooms were a short distance from the dinner hall. As we approached, Mrs. Abimbola suggested that I go past the female restroom, so it looked like I was heading for the men’s room, but she had me wait outside the ladies’ room. After stepping inside briefly, she came back and grabbed my arm, pulling me in with her. She led me to the farthest stall. She bolted the door, then threw her arms around my neck so I leaned down to kiss her as my hands slid down to her ass.
We were making out passionately and she had gone as far as handling the bulge in my pants when we heard the door open, and the room got momentarily brighter. We froze in a silent embrace as the intruder checked our stall door and, finding it bolted, settled for the one at the other end of the row. We hardly breathed as we heard that door bolt, followed by peeing, unrolling paper, flushing, unbolting, water running, the noise of the drier, and, finally, the room brightened briefly again.
We both heaved a sigh of relief and agreed that this was not the best place for what just almost happened. Abimbola checked that the coast was clear once again and we slipped outside. Before heading back to the dinner, we talked about how we could pick up where we’d left off and figured that she could pick me up at work.
The following Monday, she called me at the office, and I suggested a time and place for her to pick me up and she told me what she’d be driving. I was surprised later that morning when I climbed into the passenger seat of her Evoque 2023 and discovered that she was wearing the dress from the get-together.
“You look even sexier now than you were that night,” I told her.
“That’s because I’m not wearing any panties this time,” she replied, watching me to gauge my reaction.
“I’ll confirm that myself you know,” I responded.
She laughed at my tone and then asked where she should go. I navigated her to the office parking lot and had her park in the farthest corner of the lowest level. As soon as she’d shut the car off, I was out of my seatbelt and kneeling in the space between the two front seats. We started to make out and my hands went immediately to her breasts, feeling her hard nipples through the material of her dress.
It wasn’t long before I was sliding the thin shoulder straps of her dress down her arms so her breasts could come uncovered, and my hands covered them instead. I gently fondled her hard nipples and caressed the soft skin of her breasts while she softly moaned as we continued making out. I started to kiss my way along her neck, down to her chest and was soon looking at her tits. I leaned in and began to lick and suck her nipples.
She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair while I switched back and forth from one nipple to the other and, eventually, started to pull her dress up. I ran my hands up her smooth legs, pushing the hem of her skirt until it was up to her waist, then confirmed that she was indeed without panties. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she moaned as I started pumping my finger in and out of her while stroking her clit.
I pushed the driver’s seat backwards and lowered myself between her legs. As I lowered my face toward her hole, she spread her legs wider and reclined the seat. I kissed her smooth inner thighs until I reached her hole, then ran my tongue up her slit, tasting her juices. She moaned again as I licked her pussy but, once I slipped a couple of fingers into her and started to lick just her clit, her moaning didn’t stop.
She was holding my head and rocking her hips toward my face while I lapped at and sucked her clit. My fingers were sliding easily in and out of her hot, wet hole and I was looking forward to slipping my dick into her, as well. As worked up as she appeared to be, I didn’t believe it would take very long before she was cumming, not that I was in any rush to pull my head from between her thighs. I glanced up past her hard nipples that begged to be sucked again and up to her face which was showing unmistakable evidence of her being in the throes of passion.
She gradually started tensing up in anticipation of cumming and, though I tried to prolong her pleasure for as long as I could, she eventually started to shake and whimper as she came. I continued to lick her clit and pump my fingers until she let out a long sigh, then raised my head and slipped my fingers into my mouth.
When her head seemed to have cleared, she smiled at me and suggested that I move to the back seat. I did as she suggested, then watched as she moved over me and started to unfasten my pants. I couldn’t keep my hands off her breasts as she got my pants open and slid them down far enough to free my raging cock.
She stroked it a few times before positioning herself over it and guiding it into her pussy as she slowly dropped down onto it. We both moaned as she engulfed my throbbing member and she started to slowly ride up and down on it. She was still wearing her dress, so I pulled it up over her head, leaving her completely naked.
My hands went back to her tits and caressed her nipples while my eyes were drawn to her crotch and my cock disappearing into it. She started out sitting straight up, holding onto the seats on either side of her and leaving her chest open to my caresses, while humping on my cock. Gradually, my hands slid down to feel the smooth curve of her waist and hips and along the tops of her thighs before slipping around to grip her sweet ass.
As she started to ride harder, she leaned forward, supporting herself against the seat behind me and putting her breasts right in my face. Licking and sucking her nipples with her ass in my hands and her pussy sliding up and down my cock was like Heaven to me. As I felt her pussy getting even hotter and wetter, my own orgasm was beginning to build slowly, and I was relishing the pleasure I was feeling.
I didn’t want to raise my head and take my mouth from her tits, so I was relying on the feel of her pussy and the sounds she was making to get a sense of how close she was to cumming. Her breathing and the increasing wetness of her pussy suggested that she was extremely close, so I wasn’t surprised when she went into what seemed to be a trance and let out a passionate cry.
I just continued to hold her ass and suck her nipples while she came until she let out a sigh while sitting still, my cock still buried deep inside her. I looked up to see her smiling down at me, then she started to move off my cock, she stayed on her knees, positioning herself in front of me and taking my drenched cock in her hand after sliding my pants and underwear down to my ankles.
She stroked it a few times while lowering her head to lick my balls, then wrapped her lips around my shaft and slid them down.
I moaned and ran my fingers through her soft long and silky hair as her mouth moved up and down my shaft while she pumped the base with her hand. My orgasm was starting to build up a lot more quickly courtesy of Abimbola’s talented mouth and I didn’t hesitate to let her know that she was driving me over the edge.
She certainly knew what to do to prolong that pleasure and appeared to enjoy doing it, so we were both reaping the benefits of her skills. As my cock swelled even more in anticipation of my orgasm, she never wavered in her oral worship and, even when I finally exploded with a grunt, she didn’t even pause, swallowing my load as she continued to suck my spurting cock.
Only when I was completely spent did she let my cock fall from her mouth and sit back on her heels, smiling up at me.
“This was better than fucking in that bathroom, right?” she finally asked.
“Whoof!!!! Definitely was,” I agreed, “still not ideal, but I’ll take whatever chance I get to be naked with you.”
She smiled even more broadly at this declaration.
“Really?” she asked, “Because I think I could do this every day if you’re interested. I mean, obviously, weekends would be out, but maybe not if we just had a different plan for then…”
I let her ramble for a bit as she was obviously very excited, which was kind of sad because it told me that Mr Jide did not appreciate what he was sleeping next to every night. One man’s loss……you know the rest.
Written by Reezy Sama
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