To the office

"Let's go to your office," I say.

"Follow me." Bridget leads me to an elevator in the back of the lobby. We ascend to the top floor of the building, walk down a hallway, and enter the foyer to her office. A young male secretary sits behind a desk, staring at a computer.

"Hold any visitors for the next thirty minutes, Rory," Bridget tells him.

Her office is fairly plain and utilitarian--just a bookshelf, a desk and office chair, and a couple of pictures on the wall. She wasn't lying about the view, though. The back wall is one giant floor-to-ceiling window facing west towards the distant skyscrapers downtown.

As soon as we enter, Bridget begins casually stripping, folding her clothes on top of her chair. When she's removed her bra, she turns to look at me. Her breasts are modest, firm, the nipples a dark purple--not much like what I'm used to seeing in my Internet porn, but I like them a lot. "You gonna take your clothes off?" she asks.

"Right." I take a breath and reach for my shirt.

Once we're both naked, Bridget looks me over with a critical eye, then fumbles through her desk drawers for something. "Here, this should fit." She hands me a condom. I struggle to put it on, the entire time my attention captured by her wide thighs and the treasure between--a woman's pussy, its dangling folds hanging out slightly from the slit, topped by neatly trimmed hair! Real, touchable, not pixels on a screen.

Bridget bends over her desk, thrusting her ass up. She starts to read through something on her laptop. "I hope you don't mind if I multitask here," she says. "I'm afraid the work never ends."

"No... No, that's fine." I position myself behind her, find her folds, begin to push through them. In a weird way, I'm thankful for the condom. I'm hoping it will dull some of the sensation, allowing me to last longer and truly satisfy this remarkable woman.

To be honest, though, it's hard to tell if it's truly making a difference. Her pussy walls squeeze me from all sides, sending bursts up pleasure straight to my core. I try to ignore that, and focus on maintaining a steady rhythm of strokes. Meanwhile, Bridget splits her attention between her laptop and a sheaf of papers beside it. The insouciance is even more of a turn-on.

"Hey, Bridget." Rory enters the office, his face showing no surprise at seeing his boss bent over her desk naked, tits swaying back and forth and teenage cock thrusting up her cunt. "Did you see the email from Jenkins in Washington? I believe she has some questions about the revised budget proposal."

"Probably wants to bitch about the line item on lube," Bridget grunts. "She should come out here in the field, see how much we go through each day. Then maybe she'd understand...Ah!...Don't worry. I'll respond shortly. Was there anything else?"

"Leonard mentioned that the new painslut is acting...weird."

"Weird? Weird how? That doesn't help me much." Bridget shakes her head distractedly. "Whatever. We can have a meeting this afternoon to discuss with him. And her."

"Sure, I'll set that up." Rory goes back to the foyer.

I keep pounding away at her as Bridget types something into her laptop. Other than the occasional gasp, she shows no signs of being fucked. I wonder if I'm doing something wrong.

"You're...enjoying this...right?" I ask her tentatively.

"Hmm? Oh, don't worry about me. I'm afraid I have my mind on other things. Just feel free to come whenever you like."

"But...I was hoping to make you happy..."

She stops her typing. "Aww, that's actually very sweet of you. Okay, here's something you can do to really get me in the mood..."