Businesswoman

Reaching out I managed to grasp at her business suit, my fingers clamping together hard as I tugged at the fabric, pulling her into my arms. Her back was to me and as I stroked my hands down her body she arched herself back against me.

Taking this as a sign I worked my way down her thighs until my fingertips were brushing against the hem of her skirt. Slowly, with gentle motions, I inched the fringe higher. My hands slipped beneath and I took a moment to savour the warmth of her skin against my palms before moving again, this time heading upwards.

I could hear the sound of her breath changing, the pace quickening as I tilted my head down and nuzzled against her neck. The smell of her hair was intoxicating and I couldn't help but press my mouth against her neck, kissing her silky smooth skin. I could tell from her moans that it was what she wanted too.

Her hands was suddenly over mine, guiding them over her body as she moved against me. I found one hand drawn up, following her curves until it was pressed against her breast. Even through her bra and shirt I could feel her nipple pressing against my hand adn I moved my fingers around it, teasing as the woman in my arms flexed in time to my touch.

Further down I found my other hand pressed against her crotch, her skirt riding up against my wrist as I stroked back and forth. Her fingers were drawing circles over the back of my hand and I soon began to copy the motion, pressing firmly against the soft, yielding flesh beneath my touch. The woman gaped, her mough dropping open for a moment before she caught herself and quickly bit her lip as the bodies pressed in around us.