Mr. Chapman accepts your offer.

You can feel him trembling in your hands and you fear that you've pushed to hard and he is about to push back. Instead, he grabs you in a solid embrace. You feel his hands run up and down your backside, squeezing your ass cheeks. He breathes heavily into your ear, "Oh, Mrs. Doe," then takes a deep whiff of your perfume. "Jane! I can't believe this is happening!"

"Yes, Mr. Chapman... come take me!" you beg, leaning back against his desk. Your neighbor steps back to soak in your naked image, then dives right for your puffy breast. You moan and leans back, cupping his head over your bosom. You lift one leg and wrap it around his back to draw him closer as he ravishes your tits like they are sweets, salaciously sucking up one cherry colored nipple then other.

Ernest's advances leans you flat against his desk. You quickly slide the items on the desktop away and splay over the flat surface for him. He smiles and licks and kisses his way down your belly. The attention to those parts of your body feel foreign and new and they send exciting jolts of pleasure up your spine. You squirm and giggle as his tongue flickers into your belly button. As the wet trail leads down lower, you feel your stomach knot up with anxiety. Are you really ready to do this? Maybe it this is far enough. You realize that even if you are having second thoughts now, it's too late to back out. Ernest finds his way to your snatch and you coo as he manipulates it with his tongue. Your husband never did anything like this for you! You roll your eyes and lay back on the desk, letting the man do the work for once. Your neighbor continues to map out your body with his lips. You feel him kissing underneath your thigh as he massages your calf. He holds the length of your leg up while he slides his tongue along it. You wriggle with anticipation until he returns to your sex. You already feel it warm and ready for him. He teases you though, taking his time by kissing your foot from heel to toe before eventually kissing his way back down to your pussy. You smile and rub yourself, reveling in the sensations. You let him lick and suck for a few minutes before you begin to feel guilty about taking up all the pleasure.

Taking your neighbor by the head, you sit up and lean in to give him a kiss on his pussy soaked lips. You get a charge of lewd shock at tasting yourself and lick your lips. Ernest appears to be aroused by the display. You stand him up and rub your hand over his crotch. The stiff rod feels even harder than it did before. You unzip his pants and pull it out. You've only really seen your husband's cock before and this specimen looks and feels much bigger. _How in the world did Leslie choose your man's of this? _you wonder to yourself as you stroke the piece and kiss it from the side. Ernest stands there and moans softly as your mouth moves over her phallus. You try to take in as much as you can before bobbing back and forth, slicking it up with your spit.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. The two of you jerk up, alert and ready to hide. Ernest motions for you to hide behind his desk and you quickly do so as he straightens himself up. You crawl into the leg space of the desk and listen to what goes on outside. You hear the sound of the door opening.

"What is it?" Ernest asks with a hint of frustration.

"There is a call for you on line 2, sir. It's from the Masterson account and you said that I should tell you right away if they called..."

"Right, right, put them through..." Ernest replies as he looks around and finds the phone on the ground where you slid it from his desk.

"Is everything alright, sir?" the lady at the door asks. You feel a shiver of dread. Will she come back here and find you? How would you explain yourself like this? You feel your heart pounding against your chest and you cringe at the possibility that it's loud enough for the stranger to hear. You wish for her to just go away, willing it with every ounce of will in your body.

"It's fine... just... ignore this, would you, Patty?"

"Of course, sir."

"And please don't disturb me for a while..."

"Yes sir."

The door closes and you breathe a sigh of relief. You timidly peek out from behind the desk to see if the coast is clear. Ernest re-locks the door and picks up his phone, putting the receiver back in place.

"I have to take this..." Mr. Chapman says apologetically.

"Of course," you reply. You sit on the desk and cross your legs while you wait for him to finish his business. Your skin tingles out in the open where a moment earlier you would have been caught and scandalized by Mr. Chapman's secretary. It is suddenly so freeing to be lounging nude on this business desk.

"Mr. Masterson?" Ernest answers when the call comes through. "Yes... yes... it's good that you called..."

You silently listen in on the one side of the conversation. This sounds like an important contract that Mr. Chapman needs to seal up, so you don't want to interfere. Still, you don't want his thoughts to stray too far from you or you will lose the moment with him. You lay yourself on his desk, posing like a pinup girl. He takes notice and smiles but returns his focus to the call. Your poses become more and more lewd. You rise up to your knees and play with your breasts for him, then spread your legs apart and openly masturbate, plunging one then two fingers into your hole. Ernest watches on and rubs his crotch as you continue to play with yourself. You turn yourself over so that your ass waves closely to his face with your fingers deep in your pussy. He rubs your ass then gropes it before the conversation heats up again.

"No, that's not what we are planning. It's more complicated than that. You have to understand... yes... but without the orders, you can only expect to recoup the first quarter expenses by the fourth cycle," he says, going into further business specifics.