Various Various - Improper Conduct

‘What if we get caught?’ she asked helplessly.

‘It’s a Saturday,’ he insisted. ‘No one will be there. If they are, you can say you stopped in to pick up some work. You’re well known for your dedication to the company.’

Part of her wanted to refuse, but the tingling between her legs told her that she’d regret it.

‘OK, I’ll give you a peek at the scene of the crime, but that’s all.’

Paul gave her a ‘we’ll see’ smile and jumped out of the car.

He suggested they take the stairs, for authenticity’s sake, so Zara was properly flushed and breathless when they reached her secret room. She glanced quickly up and down the hall, opened the door and pulled him inside.

‘OK, you’ve seen it, now let’s go.’

Paul’s gaze caressed the forbidden surroundings, his eyes flickering. ‘What’s the hurry? Now exactly where do you put on your show? Facing the sink or the full-length mirror?’

‘The full-length, of course,’ she murmured. ‘I’ll give you a demonstration back at your place. We should get out of here now.’

Instead Paul put his hand to the small of her back and guided her over to face the mirror. He stood behind her. The bulge in his pants pressed lightly against her buttocks.

‘So, you stand here like this and then what do you do?’

‘Paul, please.’ In spite of herself, Zara’s knickers grew damp. Her breasts felt heavy and achy, desperate to be touched. Her body was so accustomed to the erotic indulgence that took place before this mirror, it was more than happy to go along with her lover’s designs.

‘Show me, Zara. Please.’

His voice was sweet and full of need, yet it was the edge of command that made her squirm back against him.

‘No one will see you but me.’

Her final protest died in her throat. For after all, wasn’t he giving her exactly what she’d dreamed of during those stolen interludes: to be seen and desired by an appreciative male in the flesh?

She began to unbutton her blouse with trembling hands. Paul let out a soft sigh of victory. Her bra unhooked from behind today, but she managed that by pushing down the sagging bra cups so her pink nipples peeped over the top.

She paused. She’d touched herself in his presence before, but only under the blankets, in low light. She’d never been so exposed. The pure exhibitionism of it made her light-headed.

‘You’re so beautiful, Zara. Please, do it. Do it for me.’

His words melted any lingering resistance. She cradled her breasts and pushed them up as if in offering to him. In the mirror he made a quick motion, as if he wanted to fondle her himself, but then thought better of it.

She took the stiff nipples between her fingers, rolling and tweaking the way she liked best.

‘Oh, God, that’s so fucking hot,’ Paul breathed. Then she saw him shake his head. ‘Sorry, sorry. I’ll try to stay quiet and just watch.’

‘No, please. I like it when they talk.’

‘“They?”’

What had she said? But Zara was beyond shame now.

‘The men watching. In the mirror. They say rude things to me. But I like it very much.’

Paul’s lips lifted in a knowing smile. ‘Do you? You like it when a man admits he’s got the hardest wood of his life watching you play with your naked tits in the ladies’ room when you should be downstairs doing an honest day’s work?’

Zara’s body jerked. Her knickers flooded with a gush of juices. He’d got it just right.

‘Well, do you?’ he pressed.

‘Yes, oh, God, yes.’

‘What else do you like to do, you trollop?’

‘I … I like to pull down my pants and touch myself while they watch.’ Zara stammered out the words, but she found, to her surprise, that the sound of her own voice saying naughty things aroused her as much as him.

‘I most definitely would like to see that little show. In fact, I’ve been imagining this since the day we met. I sat there in that meeting wondering what you’d look like with your shirt open and your pants pulled down. Sweating and squirming and begging for my prick. Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you here in your little self-love nest?’

Zara let out a moan of assent.

‘But first you should get yourself nice and wet. Take down your pants like a good girl and show me what you do when you’re alone. Not with that toy though. I want to see you get your fingers dirty.’

She fumbled with her belt and pushed her jeans and knickers down so her trimmed triangle of pubic hair was revealed. She jammed her hand between her legs and began to strum. He watched until her knees were wobbling and each breath was a groan.

‘Well done. I’m very impressed with your work, Zara, but I have to say I’m disappointed to hear you do your naughty business all on your own when every man in this company would be very motivated by this presentation.’

Zara let out a soft ‘oh’ of shame and desire. He pressed into her from behind and brought his hands around to cup her breasts. Flicking the nipples devilishly, he hissed in her ear, ‘Are you ready for my cock now, love? Do those men in the mirror put their cocks inside you, one after the other, as you lie back on the conference table?’

‘No,’ she admitted, her eyes fixed on his large hands squeezing her breasts with practised skill. ‘I promise them they can have me after I come, but then I do something very bad. I leave them trapped in there with their hard cocks still aching in their pants.’

‘Aren’t you the little cocktease? Well, that’s not going to happen today, is it? I know just how to give you what you deserve. I’m going to lie down on that couch and you’re going to ride me like a cowgirl. Take off all your clothes now and get a condom out of your purse. Be quick. Every boss likes an employee who takes directions well.’

Zara was all too happy to follow his instructions. Paul pushed his jeans down to his thighs and stretched out on the couch, looking rather lordly. He watched coolly as she sheathed him, but couldn’t restrain a moan when she sank down onto his tool.

‘Watch yourself,’ he whispered. ‘Watch yourself get what’s coming to you after teasing all of those poor men with your naughty show.’

Zara ground her clit into him, her eyes dutifully fixed on her own nude body. The sight gave her a secret thrill. She might look more vulnerable than he did, all dressed and proper as he was, but she knew she held the real power within her naked, radiant flesh. She bucked and whimpered as the sensations intensified in her pussy. Her skin shimmered with a thin film of sweat. She could tell Paul was close, too. Could he hold out for her? She clutched him with her secret muscles, willing herself to finish first.

Then, as if he’d pushed himself inside her head as well as her body, he barked out another order. ‘Be quick about it now, Zara. You have to be at a meeting in fifteen minutes.’

It was the perfect touch.

She cried out and rammed herself onto him as the orgasm ripped up through her torso. Bucking and sobbing, she milked him until her contractions faded. Then he began to thrust, up and up into her. She tightened her thighs around him, really riding him like a cowgirl at a rodeo. He grunted like an animal as he emptied himself into her. She watched that in the mirror, too.

She had to admit Paul, too, looked especially radiant after a good orgasm.

Afterwards, they lay together on the couch idly admiring their own reflections.

‘Now I know why you enchant every man in the room. You’re standing up there all smug and satisfied, still wet and swollen in your knickers, while you lecture us on marketing strategy. On some level we know it, and we’re transfixed by every word.’

‘Perhaps you might suggest my approach as a model the next time you tell some poor CEO how to improve morale,’ she teased.