Roof Top Temptation

The hell with this,” Mike thought as he rushed out of his office, the fluorescent lights buzzing a relentless soundtrack to his misery. It had been a brutal week, a relentless barrage of demanding clients and impossible deadlines, and he was desperate to escape. He decided to take a quick break, a desperate attempt to find some solace in the city’s concrete embrace. He sprinted up the fire stairs, ignoring the slight burn in his lungs, and took a deep, grateful breath as he stepped out onto the rooftop overlooking the sprawling cityscape. Just a few weeks ago, this space would have been choked with the acrid haze of secondhand smoke, a grim reminder of the building’s previous incarnation. But the management had recently implemented a strict no-smoking policy, transforming the rooftop into an isolated oasis, a sanctuary from the relentless demands of his job.

Mike continued walking toward the massive air conditioning unit, his gaze scanning the horizon. He was particularly drawn to the shimmering expanse of the lake below, anticipating the gentle ripples created by the wind. Anything to distract him from the lingering frustration of the client who had launched into a screaming match just an hour prior. As he rounded the corner, a sharp intake of breath escaped his lips. Standing near the ledge, her back partially turned to him, was Liz Fox, his new Managing Director. He’d found her both intimidating and alluring, a captivating blend of intelligence, wit, and an undeniable sense of power. Since her arrival, he’d made a conscious effort to maintain a respectful distance, acutely aware of her elevated status and wary of any misstep. But even he couldn’t deny the undeniable pull he felt towards her, the magnetic force that made his stomach churn with a potent mix of desire and apprehension.

He began to approach, intending to offer a polite greeting. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden gust of wind whipped across the rooftop, playfully tugging at the hem of Liz’s short, crimson dress, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her pale, sculpted backside. A jolt of pure, unadulterated lust surged through him. Mike froze, his movements arrested by the sheer audacity of the scene. He’d been meticulously careful to avoid any inappropriate glances, but in this moment, his control completely evaporated. He stood there, caught between a desperate urge to retreat and an overwhelming compulsion to approach. The battle between self-preservation and primal instinct raged within him.

Should he simply turn and leave, hoping to salvage what little dignity he had left? Or should he risk the awkward encounter, driven by the intoxicating allure of his new boss? He wrestled with the decision, mentally weighing the potential consequences. Finally, he took a deep, shuddering breath and exhaled a silent sigh of relief as Liz reached up with her hand, gently pulling at the fabric of her dress to secure it against the wind. This was a welcome reprieve, a chance to gain a little breathing room before fully committing to the inevitable confrontation. He would wait, just a few moments, before stepping forward to introduce himself.

But then, she didn’t pull the dress down. Instead, she pulled it further up, revealing even more of her exposed skin. What the hell was going on? Mike’s brain felt like it was short-circuiting, overwhelmed by a torrent of conflicting thoughts and desires. This was completely out of character for her, a blatant disregard for propriety that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He watched in stunned disbelief as Liz slid her hand down her right butt cheek, tracing the curve of her thigh before gliding it back up to her waist. The scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and sandalwood, filled his senses, intensifying his arousal.

His body reacted instinctively, his muscles tensing as he prepared himself for what was to come. He felt the tightening of his own pants, a physical manifestation of the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume him. As he watched, he noticed a subtle arch in her back, a delicate curve that emphasized the graceful lines of her spine. Mike struggled to maintain a semblance of composure, forcing himself to slowly back away, while simultaneously battling the primal urges that demanded his immediate attention. He was nearing the corner of the air unit when Liz finally glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his across the vast expanse of the rooftop.

“FUCK! Yep, this is where I get fired,” Mike thought, a wave of panic washing over him. He knew, with sickening certainty, that his career was on the line. He had to act quickly, to find a way to diffuse the situation before it spiraled completely out of control. He steadied himself, steeling his nerves for the inevitable fallout. Just as he braced himself for the blow, Liz spoke, her voice smooth and confident. “Your file was right. I can see you respond well to others.” A playful smirk danced on her lips. “It also says you are self-motivated, great at anticipating your colleagues’ needs, and able to see any project to completion.” She winked, a silent acknowledgment of his hidden desires.

This couldn’t be happening, Mike thought, a mixture of disbelief and excitement swirling within him. The thought of being recognized by his superiors, and even more so, by his boss, was both thrilling and terrifying. He cleared his throat, a nervous tremor running through his voice. “How may I assist you, Mrs. Fox?” he stammered, desperately trying to maintain a professional demeanor.

Liz smiled, a genuine expression of amusement in her eyes. “I would like you to see me to completion, Mike. And please, call me Liz.” The request hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Mike swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a surge of both pleasure and apprehension as he considered the possibilities. He began to formulate a response, but Liz abruptly turned away, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “I believe I have given you all the briefing you need for this project. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. Don’t let me down.” Her words were concise, yet imbued with an undeniable authority.

Mike stumbled backward, his legs feeling weak beneath him. He was caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, struggling to comprehend the sudden shift in their dynamic. As he recovered his balance, he noticed Liz casually reaching up and pulling her dress down slightly, exposing her ample cleavage. It was a deliberate act, a blatant disregard for the professional distance they had previously maintained. Mike felt a primal heat rising within him, fueling his desire even further.

He quickly pulled up his own trousers, desperate to regain some semblance of control. Just as he was about to turn and leave, Liz pressed herself against the air unit, her body sliding slowly into his embrace. She pushed her wet, glistening cheek against his chest, her breath warm against his skin. “Fourteen minutes, Mike,” she whispered, her voice husky and laced with anticipation.

Mike took a deep breath, fighting to suppress his mounting excitement. He knew he needed to act quickly, to meet her needs before his control completely shattered. He slowly lowered his pants, revealing his bare skin to the cool evening breeze. As he did, Liz continued to slide closer, her body molding to his with an almost predatory grace. He took in a quick breath as he felt the wetness of her arousal gliding over him, a tangible sign of her pleasure.

“Twelve minutes, Mike. I know it’s a rush job, but I need you to work faster and harder.” She arched her back slightly, her movements deliberate and provocative. Mike focused on not finishing before he even started, determined to prolong the moment of anticipation. Just as he began to respond to her advances, Liz glanced over her shoulder again, her eyes locking onto his.

“Your file was right. Yep, this is where I get fired,” Mike thought, a wave of panic washing over him. He knew he had crossed a line, that he had overstepped his boundaries. But as he looked into Liz’s eyes, he realized that there was no turning back. She seemed to relish in his discomfort, enjoying the power she held over him.

He straightened his posture, steeling himself for the inevitable confrontation. But instead of reprimanding him, Liz leaned in closer, her hand reaching out to gently stroke his chest hair. “Your work is commendable, but it’s time to try some more aggressive means to my end,” she purred, her voice laced with a dangerous undertone.

Mike felt his body respond instinctively, his muscles tensing as he braced himself for the next stage of their encounter. He reached up and grabbed her ass cheek, pulling her closer to him. He leaned in to kiss the back of her neck, savoring the intoxicating scent of her perfume. Liz thrust herself into the bulge in his pants, her body pressed against his with a palpable urgency. “Mmm, seven minutes, and this needs your attention as well,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Mike took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his racing heart. He felt the pressure building within him, a potent combination of desire and anticipation. As he responded to her advances, he noticed her arching her back slightly, her movements becoming more insistent. He grabbed her ass again, pulling her closer still, determined to meet her needs before it was too late.

“Mmm, five minutes, Mike. Yes, sir,” Liz moaned, her voice rising in pitch. He felt the tension in his cock reaching its peak, threatening to explode. As he prepared to unleash his pent-up energy, he noticed Liz leaning further into him, her hand reaching up to grasp the ledge of the air unit. She pulled her dress up even further, revealing even more of her exposed skin. Mike was caught in a whirlwind of pleasure and panic, his body completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. He felt his pants getting tighter, a physical manifestation of his mounting excitement.

“Three minutes, Mike. Let’s see what you’ve got,” Liz purred, her voice a low rumble in his ear. He felt her body responding to his touch, her movements becoming more frantic. He reached up and gave her ass cheek a swift slap, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her lips. Mike continued his assault, pushing her further and further into his embrace, determined to satisfy her every whim. As he neared the edge of his limit, he felt the pressure building within him, threatening to unleash a torrent of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

“Yes, sir,” Liz breathed, her voice choked with pleasure. Mike unleashed his pent-up energy, exploding inside of her with a primal roar. Both basked in the sensual success of their encounter, breathing heavily while enjoying a few final thrusts. The rooftop was silent save for the sounds of their shared pleasure, a testament to the intoxicating power of their forbidden connection. Finally, Liz slowly slid off Mike, turning to face him with a triumphant smile. She straightened her dress, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. "That was very well done, Mr. Fox. I'm looking forward to completing many more projects with you." She leaned in for a final, lingering kiss, leaving Mike breathless and utterly captivated.

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