Boss fucking the brand new intern in her new room

Boss fucking the brand new intern in her new room. I’m a gorgeous 24-year-old woman, brunette with light eyes, dark straight hair, a pretty face, and a body that drives men wild. Professionally, I’m doing great – I hold an awesome position at a big company in my city as a Public Relations Executive. Oh, and I’ve been married for about 3 years to a much older, very important man. I may have had a few little adventures on the side, but my husband never suspected a thing. My colleagues at work knew about my reputation for being a bit unfaithful; they used to tease me about it all the time.

Now, my boss, he’s a handsome man in his mid-30s, married with kids, and quite demanding with his subordinates. Lately, I felt like he was getting a bit too flirty with me, but I didn’t pay much attention because, you know, he’s my boss, and nothing should happen between us.

A Steamy Office Encounter – A Tale of Temptation

But then, one day, he called me into his office. He wanted to discuss some of our clients before the afternoon meeting. I walked in and sat down in front of his desk, and he looked at me from head to toe, making me feel like I was completely exposed. A shiver of desire ran down my spine. He asked about a certain client’s campaign, the communication actions we were taking, and what I thought about the marketing strategies. I showed him the reports, and he took a moment to read through them.

Then he stood up, went to his office bar, poured two glasses of whisky, came back towards me, and handed one to me. I took a big gulp, feeling nervous, tense, and yes, excited. I already had an idea of where this conversation was going. He loosened his tie and took off his blazer. He put the glass aside, moved closer to me, and made me stand up. He took my hands in his, and when he kissed the palm of my hand, it sent a sweet, erotic shiver through my body. I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly, wrapping his strong arm around my waist. My mind was screaming that it was crazy, but my body devilishly gave in, and I pressed myself against him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, tilting my head back so that his warm lips could trace a fiery path from my neck to my lips, ending in a passionate kiss that left me weak and with no desire to resist.

I tried to remind myself that we were in the office…

I tried to remind myself that we were in the office, and the secretary might hear us, but all I could focus on were those lips, those hands, and the growing excitement. He swiftly undressed me, displaying an efficiency that didn’t match the intensity of his desire. He peppered my skin with hot kisses, and my hands were itching to caress that masculine body. I ripped open his shirt buttons all at once, and he quickly discarded his clothes. My fingers ran through the hair on his chest, and his scent enveloped me, intoxicating my senses. I held his head, guiding his sensual mouth to my breasts, and his tongue traced erotic circles around my nipple. He pulled back slightly, carried me in his arms, and laid me on his desk, right on top of reports and important papers. He gently spread my legs and penetrated me. For a moment, sanity returned, and I asked with a husky voice, “Oh my God, what are we doing?” He kissed me mockingly, saying, “Do you really need me to say it?”

Time and place didn’t matter anymore, only the escalating wave of desire that connected us. He thrust, sometimes tender and caring, other times fierce and wild, and I loved every movement of his sensual body against mine. When we both reached the climax, we remained embraced for a while, then remembered where we actually were and quickly got dressed and composed ourselves for the meeting starting in a few minutes. As I finished dressing, trying to fix my hair and redo my makeup to hide any traces of our madness, my lips were swollen, my face flushed, and the worst part was the wrinkled clothes. When he put on his suit, some buttons were missing from his shirt. Still, we managed to hide the mess and carried on with the meeting. As I left his office, the secretary gave me an accusing look, but I couldn’t care less. I was thrilled about having had a fling with my boss. Since that day, nothing else has happened, but I know he wants to call me for another meeting, and I will definitely accept…