I just started a new job, and so far it’s been an amazing experience — sexually, that is.

The head of the department is a classy woman in her forties, although to look at her you’d never know it. Andrea could easily pass for 35. She knows how to dress, and always wears her hair up in some kind of complicated twist. There are younger women in the office — some who I’ve considered taking a run at — but there’s something about my new boss that induces tunnel vision. When she’s in the room I don’t see anyone else.

One evening we had a dinner meeting, and after watching her handle a particularly difficult client, and marveling at the way she had him eating out of her hand by the end of the meal, we walked the few blocks back to the office. We were both feeling high off the drinks and the closing of a big deal, and the fresh air was exhilarating.

Andrea had on a business suit and heels so high that we were the same height. I was imagining what it would be like to push her into a doorway or up against a wall in a dark alleyway and fuck the hell out of her.

“How do you handle it?” I asked. “You close a major deal like that and you just go back to the office?”

“No, I usually go get laid,” she said. She gave me a direct look and I didn’t flinch. I dragged her around the corner to a darkened storefront. Andrea pushed me into the doorway and stuck her tongue down my throat. The kiss was wild and primitive. I had one hand cupping her lovely ass and another caressing her breast. She had one hand around the back of my neck, holding my head in place, while her other hand stroked my cock. I wanted to rip her clothes off and I wanted her to shred mine.

I shoved my hand up her skirt. I didn’t have to worry about how to get past her hose. Andrea had on real stockings with garters, and a flimsy thong. One hard tug on the side string and it gave.

Andrea was already working the zipper on my pants while I unbuckled my belt. As soon as she freed my cock, she wrapped her fingers around it

and gave it a couple of firm strokes. But I didn’t need a handjob. I needed to fuck her.

“Hold on,” I warned. I hooked my arm under Andrea’s leg and she guided my cock to her cunt. One push and I was in deep. As we kissed furiously, I fucked her hard and fast. When Andrea’s cunt spasmed around my dick, I thrust hard one final time and stayed inside her as I flooded her pussy with jizz.

We both stood there, panting, as my dick softened and slid out of her. I released Andrea’s leg and kissed her slowly and thoroughly. We did the best we could, straightening each others clothes. Then Andrea said there were still a few details we needed to go over.

We went back to the office, which was totally deserted by that time, and I fucked Andrea again, right on her desk. I licked her pussy till she screamed, and she sucked my cock before we finally called it a night.