Next session

Marilyn had noticed Jack's growing interest in her and each week she would find ways to further tease him with her attire. The next week Marilyn wore a daring red dress with an open back and plunging neckline that revealed her deep cleavage. It was a short dress and it rode up when she sat, revealing more of her lovely long legs.

He couldn't help but stare, captivated by her beauty and the new flirtation that seemed to be blooming between them.

Marilyn decided to take things a step further. As they sat in the plush armchair, she adjusted her dress ever so slightly, allowing her legs to spread open just enough so that Jack could catch a glimpse of her lace-trimmed thigh-high stockings. He couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire and the tension in the room grew even more palpable. He got hard but tried to conceal it from her.

Suddenly the session was over. Time flies when you get into personal issues. Marilyn was having trouble controlling herself. She had seen a bulge in Jack's pants and couldn't shake the thoughts of him fucking her from here to Sunday on the desk, on the couch, in a chair, and on the Persian rug. She was dripping with need.

Marilyn extended her hand to him again before he left and squeezed his shoulder. She tried to remain professional despite the naughty thoughts.

The pressure on his shoulder was the last straw of his resistance and he gasped, his eyes filling with desire for Marilyn. He pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers.

She gave a startled, "Mmm!" and returned the kiss, wrapping her free arm around his neck. She gave herself to the kiss, slipping her tongue past his lips. He held her waist, pulling her into his body, and pressing his cock against her soft belly.

Marilyn broke the kiss and said, "Oh, my God! This is so wrong, but I want you. I've been trying to control my desire, but damn it, I can't." She put her hand on Jack's ass and ground into his cock, swaying her hips back and forth.