Her Boss asks her to come in on the weekend

The next morning Ashleigh decided to pretend to be sound asleep as Chris arose bright and early to leave for his work retreat. To Chris's credit, he took the hint and did not try to rouse his angry girlfriend. Instead, he slipped off silently to the awaiting Uber to head to the airport.

After giving it enough time that Ashleigh was certain, Chris would not be returning for something he had accidentally forgotten the hot blonde slipped out of bed and stretched. She had worn a pair of old ratty pj's to bed the previous evening to hammer home the point that there would be no chance at bon voyage sex. The issue now was that as thread worn as these nightclothes were, it had made her itch like the devil.

Quickly she shed the stained and torn fabric and stood before the mirror in all her glory. Ashleigh admired her long legs and taut stomach. Her breasts were not the biggest a little smaller than she would have liked, but they were perky, and the coloring of her areola and the size of her nipples had always been a plus in her book. Finally, she looked down at her smooth kitty. Just a hint of the outer lip was visible while she was not aroused.

"If Chris thinks I'm going to sit around here and pine for him for an entire month and then forgive his cheating ass once he returns, he is out of his mind."

The beautiful blonde strolled into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub faucet, and began filling the tub with warm water before adding some soap suds. Ashleigh selected one of her more substantial dildos and climbed into the relaxing bath before beginning to stroke her clit.

A soft mew escaped her lips as she slid the oversized sex toy into her primed pussy. Visions of celebrities, old flames, and a few acquaintances danced in the young girl's imaginations as she slid rubber in slowly in and out of her vagina.

"Oh yes Uhm, oh oh oh, right there, oh hard... harder," Ashleigh moaned as she drew herself closer and closer to bliss.

Her back arched, and water began to slosh over the sides of the tub as the hot blonde thrashed in pleasure. Finally, gripping the cast-iron edge, Ashleigh let out a guttural scream and collapsed back into the water, sinking down to where her nose was barely above the surface.

After a few moments to make sure that her legs would not go out from under her, Ashleigh exited the tub and began her morning routine. Where to start my month-long excursion?

Before she could ponder how she should spend her newfound freedom, Ashleigh's thoughts were interrupted by cell buzzing to alert her of an incoming text message.

I know it's your off day, but can you swing by the office? I need your input on the Harrison account. - Mark

That fucking workaholic, Ashleigh thought as she reread her bosses text. Of course, he is working on a Saturday of a holiday weekend and it's just like him to expect his intern to come at his beck and call.

Ashleigh started to text back that she was out of town and wouldn't be back when a mischievous idea crossed her mind. Wait, no one will be there, not even the custodians. Mark isn't too hard on the eyes either. I wonder if I could tempt him. He's been divorced for over a year now, and I'm sure he works too much to get a new girl.

Ashleigh thought about her boss and his salt pepper hair though he recently dyed the salt out of it. He may be old enough to be my dad, but the way he looks in a suit makes a girl not care about age.

Sure thing, boss. I just got out of the bath, so give me time to get ready, and I'll be there. - Ashleigh

Great. Don't take too long. It's just you and me, so you don't have to follow the company dress code. - Mark

Perhaps if we're lucky, both of us will be violating it before the day is done; Ashleigh thought as she pulled out a clean white blouse, black pencil skirt, and fuck me heels.

The naughty blonde gave herself a once over before applying her sexiest shade of lipstick and heading to the office.