The Consultant’s Secret Desire
It started in 2010, during a series of professional consultations for an international firm. That was when I first met Rosy. She was the secretary, a striking woman with a petite frame and piercing green eyes that contrasted beautifully with her olive skin. Clad in a professional tailored suit, she possessed an understated elegance, but the chemistry between us was instantaneous and electric.
Over the following weeks, our professional correspondence evolved into long, flirtatious conversations. She was always smiling, sharing details about her university studies and her life as a single woman. When a project report required me to stay overnight in her city, I seized the opportunity and invited her to dinner. She accepted almost immediately.
When I picked her up, she had traded her office attire for a daring mini-skirt, sheer stockings, and towering stilettos. The look was exquisite, highlighting her slender legs and a generous blouse that teased the curves of her breasts. The dinner was a blur of attraction, and as I dropped her off at the small house she shared with a roommate—who happened to be away—the tension finally snapped. A tentative kiss on the lips quickly deepened into a passionate, tongue-filled embrace. When she invited me inside, I didn’t hesitate.
In the dim light of her living room, the atmosphere grew heavy with heat. We collapsed onto the sofa, our kisses becoming frantic. I slid the strap of her blouse aside, exposing a firm, aching breast. The moment my lips touched her skin, Rosy let out a sharp moan, her body arching with an intensity that surprised me. She reached into my trousers, her small hand gripping me firmly before she slid down to her knees, her green eyes locked on mine as she took me into her mouth with an eager, practiced hunger.
The passion moved from the sofa to the bedroom. I worshiped every inch of her, from the delicate arches of her feet to the soft skin of her thighs. When I finally entered her, she was tight and welcoming, her legs locking around my waist as we moved in a rhythmic, desperate dance. We switched positions, with Rosy taking control, riding me with a fierce energy that drove us both to the brink. I felt her climax shudder through her body just as I surrendered, filling her with a powerful release.
We didn’t stop there. The night became a cycle of exploration and insatiable craving. We experimented with different positions, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. I explored the forbidden heat of her backside, listening to her cries of pleasure as I pushed the boundaries of her desire. By the time we finally collapsed into bed, exhausted and spent, the bond between us had shifted from mere attraction to an addictive obsession.
For months afterward, I found any excuse to extend my business trips, inventing reports and deadlines to spend more time in her arms. Every visit was a marathon of pleasure, a secret world where we could be as wild as we wanted. Even now, we keep in touch, both of us longing for the next project that will bring me back to her door.