Work is no obstacle to sex.
The bells above the door chimed pleasantly, and I looked up at the person entering and froze. The boss. It felt somehow awkward to look him in the eyes after yesterday. The office party ended with me acting like a bitch, seducing my boss and giving myself to him right on the counter of the flower shop where I work. And it all happened like this. Viktor Alekseevich suggested celebrating a well-executed deal and throwing a party. He's a great guy. Always stable salary, bonuses, holiday gifts, and he's a cutie himself. Our team is tiny: me, my shift mate Katya, the boss, and a couple of suppliers, one of whom was courting Katya at the time, and
the second one was married. Katya, though young, is a girl without hang-ups and often fooled around with her suitor in the back room. Well, I was drooling over Viktor and, of course, took the suggestion of a corporate party with enthusiasm. We didn't have to do anything; the boss bought everything, ordered ready-made food delivery.By evening, the flow of customers dried up and we set the table. A little wine, interesting stories, good company of four people, the party in full swing, Katya and her friend disappear, and Viktor and I are left alone. Eye to eye, blood seems to boil, tension in the lower abdomen. What to do. I unbutton the top button of my blouse, exposing my firm breasts in the delicate lace of my bra. I cross my legs, the hem of my skirt rides up. The lacy stripes of my stockings are visible. My lips go dry and I run my tongue over them. He doesn't take his eyes off me, as if hypnotized. The air is electrified, it's impossible to breathe. What's wrong with me? He hadn't even touched me, and I was already wet, my breasts swelling. I break away from my spot and approach him. He hugged me. I press my breasts against his face. And then it begins. His fingers deftly unbutton button after button, take off my top, go for the bra clasp, my breasts are bared, he kisses them and sucks like a child, greedily. It's a pity there's no milk there. Already my skirt falls to the floor and I step over it.
From the side of the back room, moans and rustling were heard; they were making love there too. It was arousing, and in principle, we didn't have to hold back either. My ass was tired of sitting and wanted to be involved in the sexual act. I had to get off this podium, but it gave freedom of movement. Sticking my butt out, I offered both holes for the instrument of torture. First, Viktor massaged my buttocks, then poked at my pussy, and finally inserted his lubricated penis into my anus. With one hand, he held my hair, wrapping it around his fist, with the other, he grabbed my clit and pulled me onto his cock in my ass. It was hard, rough, but I really liked it and I came. After pounding my ass a bit more, Viktor filled it with cum.
That's how our corporate party ended yesterday, and now all of this was flashing through my head, and I was thinking about how to act now, how to look at, talk to the boss. He approached, leaned in, and whispered: maybe we'll repeat it, sex doesn't interfere with work, let's go to the back room, let Katya work alone. And I followed him...