A Conference Room

As she glances at the sign on the door, “Avalon Conference Room”, he is already reaching for the handle. The door glides open in front of her, and with just a little nudge from him, she finds herself stepping inside.

As he enters behind her and quickly closes the door, she takes in the room; it’s all very elegant but is, as the door plate said, clearly a conference room, with a large table dominating the centre of the room, surrounded by what to her appear to be some very expensive chairs. She hears the click of a door lock behind her and moments later feels his hands ease around her waist from behind, caressing her in a way that is certainly more personal than the soft touches he gave her whilst they were in public.

“You do have such a lovely figure” he whispers to her as he moves directly behind her, his hands running over her stomach and inching upwards as she simply stands there, shocked at how quickly he has got her alone, but excited by it as well as his hands find there way over the curves of her body to her breasts, hands easily cupping them as she feels his soft breathe in her ear. “So young, so beautiful, so ready to be mine.” The last words send a shiver through her body, and she cannot help but lean back against him, making it all too clear that she really is.

“Good girl, just relax, you know this is what you want, what you need.” His words wash over her, a soft whisper in her ear as he explores her through her long evening dress. “You will be mine.”

“Yes, I will. I am.” Her response elicits a soft chuckle from him as his hands ease from her breasts, down her waist, her hips, around until she feels a soft pressure against her thong, his fingers gently pressing her dress into the valley between her thighs.

“I know you are wet Flis” he informs her, almost reading her mind as she feels just how wet she is there, her thong feeling soaked through. Then his hands move again, back up and over her arms, to her shoulders, fingers hooking into the thin straps of her dress, sliding them down until they fall loosely.

“Oh God” she moans as the straps hang halfway down her arms, knowing how easily it will fall away if she lets it.