Raincoat Rendezvous

The rain hammered against the tinted windows of my office, a relentless percussion accompanying my mounting anticipation. I’d planned this meticulously, a calculated risk designed to shatter the monotonous routine of my days. As I approached the heavy oak door, the scent of expensive cologne and something subtly animalistic hung in the air, a tantalizing prelude to the encounter I craved. The receptionist, a blonde with a bored expression and a perfectly manicured hand, simply nodded as I presented my fabricated appointment card. She didn’t question my attire - a simple, yet undeniably alluring, black raincoat over a silk slip dress, paired with sky-high, scarlet-heeled pumps. I wanted to make a statement, a silent declaration of intent, and the combination delivered precisely that.

The door swung open, revealing a man whose presence commanded attention immediately. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his dark hair slicked back, revealing a strong jawline and piercing blue eyes. A flicker of surprise crossed his face as he took in my appearance, a mixture of shock and undeniable arousal. "You're not on the schedule," he stated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room.

“Perhaps my schedule has been updated,” I replied, my voice deliberately cool and confident, as I stepped inside. The air thickened with unspoken desire. I closed the door behind me, the click echoing in the otherwise silent office. "Do you have a moment?" I asked, my gaze unwavering.

He hesitated for only a heartbeat before responding. "Actually, I do. I could use a break." The words hung in the air, a tacit invitation that sent a delicious shiver down my spine. As I began to unbutton my raincoat, slowly, deliberately, drawing attention to the delicate curve of my breasts, I could see the intensity in his eyes growing stronger. He moved closer, drawn in by the tantalizing exposure, his hand reaching out to gently assist me, his fingers brushing against my skin as he helped me remove the final button. The warmth of his touch ignited a fire within me, a primal need that demanded immediate satisfaction.

He pushed one side of the raincoat away just enough to reveal the creamy expanse of my left breast, the delicate skin glistening with anticipation. With a swift, confident movement, he cupped my breast, his fingers gently molding to its shape, before immediately seizing the exposed nipple in his lips. The sensation was exquisite, a rush of pleasure that sent waves of heat through my body. Driven by instinct and desire, I made quick work of the remaining buttons, kissing each exposed inch of skin with fervent passion. My hands began to explore his body, stroking and cupping my bottom, while his tongue teased and licked, savoring every inch of my damp curls, ensuring they remained slick and responsive. The anticipation built, the air growing thick with unspoken promises. I felt a primal urge to possess him, to lose myself in the intoxicating pleasure he offered.

Locking the door behind us, I leaned back against the edge of his large, mahogany desk, letting the tension melt away as we shared a slow, deliberate kiss. As he gently removed my coat, revealing the delicate lace of my slip dress, I felt a surge of vulnerability mixed with exhilaration. He moved closer, pulling me in, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, clinging to his body, desperate for the intimacy I craved. He responded by gripping my hips, pulling me closer still, the scent of his cologne intoxicating my senses. My breath caught in my throat as he began to explore my stuff nipples, his touch both gentle and insistent. I moaned softly, lost in the moment, unable to resist the escalating pleasure. "Yes, more," I whispered, my voice a breathless plea.

He obliged, thrusting into me with an insistent rhythm, filling me over and over, each movement a wave of pure sensation. The heat intensified, a burning desire consuming me entirely. His chest grazed my nipples, teasing and stimulating them further, each thrust sending shivers through my body. As I reached the brink of climax, I let out a strangled moan, begging him to continue. He responded by locking his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, and plunging into me with renewed vigor. The world dissolved into a blur of sensation, a symphony of pleasure that left me gasping for air.

When we finally recovered, I turned to him, my body trembling with residual pleasure, and asked, "What brought you here?" I explained, with a playful tone, that I had simply been thinking of him and needed a little attention. A slow smile spread across his face, a silent acknowledgment of my desires. "Anytime," he replied, his voice low and husky. As he leaned in to kiss me, just below my ear, I felt a surge of euphoria. Then he moved down my neck, nibbling, licking, and sucking, his touch both demanding and gentle, while simultaneously cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples. His mouth descended further, now targeting my stuff nipples. I moaned in response, unable to contain the escalating pleasure.

He pulled back slightly, gesturing with his hand as he said, "Let me." With a swift movement, he undid my pants, revealing his hard, swollen cock that was already glistening with moisture. He began to caress my body with his hand, teasing and clutching my bottom, while his cock worked its magic, sending shivers down my spine. Finally, I could no longer hold back, begging him to take me. He gripped my hips, pulling me closer, my legs instinctively wrapping around him as he teased my slick folds with his erect member. Leaning forward, I nipped his chest, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him, and then plunged into him, surrendering to the overwhelming desire that consumed me.

He thrust into me with relentless force, filling me over and over again, each thrust a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His chest brushed against my nipples with each thrust, intensifying the sensation and driving me further towards the brink of ecstasy. As I neared climax, I whispered, "Yes, more!" He responded with another powerful thrust, pushing me even further into the depths of pleasure. It felt so good, so utterly perfect. Finally, as I reached my peak, I moaned in ecstasy, unable to resist the overwhelming surge of sensation.

He kissed me to keep me quiet, then exploded into me as I milked him, pushing me even further towards the edge. The world spun, a kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain, before collapsing into a blissful oblivion. When we finally recovered, I thanked him profusely for an exceptional hour, expressing my deep satisfaction. "It was my pleasure," he replied, his voice a low murmur, "and I hope you'll visit again soon, just this on."

Kissing my cheek, he said, "You're welcome, but only after you've cummed for me." He helped me gather my clothes, his touch lingering on my curls as he rebuttoned my slip dress. As he continued to caress me, teasing and nibbling, I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on my damp curls. "I thought I was going?" I asked, a playful tone in my voice. He simply chuckled, replying, "You are, as soon as you're done cumming." I moaned in anticipation, my body already trembling with excitement. When I was so close to climax that my muscles began to twitch uncontrollably, he turned me around and bent me over his desk, sliding eagerly into me.

He thrust hard and fast, filling me again and again, pushing me to the very edge of my limits. As he got close to his own release, he reached around and teased my clit, sending another wave of pleasure through my body. "Yes," he groaned, pumping into me a few more times before finally finding his own release. Once we had both recovered, I thanked him once more for the incredible experience, expressing my gratitude for his attention. He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile, and said, "It was my pleasure. Please, don’t hesitate to visit again soon, just this on." With a final, lingering kiss, we parted ways, leaving behind the scent of desire and the memory of an unforgettable encounter. As I stepped back out into the rain-soaked streets, I knew I wouldn’t soon forget the thrill of that office visit.

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