At Frank

She drives out of the city and to his house. She knows that Frank lives alone now that he is divorced. She parks, check her makeup and walks up to the door. When Frank opens it his jaw hits the floor. “C-come in.” She sashays past him, knowing that he is drinking in her body.

Frank goes to touch her, but pulls his hand back and indicates the direction to the den with his hand. “You can wait here while I get your shoes.” He heads to the back of the house and Sandra takes a seat on the sofa, crossing her legs, unable not to show off her legs. When he returns with her sandals, she almost drops them when he sees her sitting on the sofa.

Frank sits down next to Sandra, his eyes slowly moving up her legs, over her stomach and breasts before resting on her eyes. His slow, deliberate gaze makes her want to squirm, but she forces herself to hold still. She can feel her nipples tighten as he looked at her breasts. Knowing that there was no way to hide her excitement made her even hornier. Frank places his hand on her thigh. “Honestly I wasn’t expecting this treat.” He squeezes it softly. “Unfortunately, this isn’t appropriate work attire.”

“Well then it’s good that we aren’t at work. Otherwise Bridgette would be complaining and all of the guys would be glancing at what I have to offer all of the time and get nothing done.”

Frank slides his hand up her thigh as he leans in, his breath hot on her neck. “No they wouldn’t because you would be in my office all day for a meeting.”

Sandra trembles at his touch wanting more. “I’d suspect that if it is like today’s meeting that you would run out of tissues.”

He leans back, caressing her leg and laughs. “Yes, that may be an issue.” He looks her over again, her hard nipples obvious under the tight, thin shirt. “I know what I would love seeing you wear at work, but it is a professional environment.”

Sandra uncrosses and recrosses her legs, causing his hand to move from her outer thigh to her inner thigh. The thought of where his hand could slide now causes her to shudder. “Well let’s start with what you would like for me to wear that is professional.”

He squeezes her thigh harder. “More skirts. Preferably ones that show off your knees. Also I think you should wear heels.” He looks at the ones she has on. “Not these per say.”

“You don’t like these heels?”

“I love these, but I think we both can agree that they aren’t the most professional looking heels you have.” He looks her in the eyes, trying to make a decision. “Kneel.”

Sandra wasn’t sure exactly why, but she slid from the sofa to the floor, kneeling in front of him. The predatory look on his face made her shiver from fear and excitement. He looks down at her expectantly. Sandra moved between his sister legs, running her silver finger tips up his thighs, never breaking eye contact. She heard herself whimper as her fingers found his hardening cock in his pants.

She caresses his cock, "Do you want this in my mouth?"

"I want that in your throat."

Sandra groans, her fingers opening his pants on their own. He lifts his hips and pushed off his pants and boxers, his thick cock already mostly hard. She gets his pants around his ankles and buries her face in his crotch, in inhaling his musky scent.

Sandra sucks one of his balls into her mouth as her right hand wraps around him and starts stroking. His fingers intertwine in her hair and tries to pull her up to his cock, but she refuses to release his testicle. Once she worshiped both of his balls she licked up the length of his hard cock, sucking his head into her mouth, savoring the way it filled her mouth. She lets him push her down his cock, feeling the head of it pressing against the back of her mouth.

Sandra tries to pull off his cock, but Frank holds her head down and tries to push into her throat. Sandra manages to control her face reflex, but she can feel the tears in the corners of her eyes and drop starting to drop down her chin. He lets go of her head and she pulls back, sucking hard on the head as her tongue caresses the sensitive spot on the underside.

Frank wasn't going to let her of that easily and pushes her head down harder. She whimper moans as she feels the head pushing in to her throat again. This time it gets a little deeper and she squirms as the roughness starts to turn her on even more.