Her heels clicked as she walked down the street. Passing all the stores on the main road of this little boardwalk. “Old town,” they called it where all the store fronts were right against the sidewalk. Different from the strip malls just a few blocks over. She kept walking, passing the beauty salon and stepping into the store next to it.

Her black heels contrasted against the white vinyl floors and accented the curves of her calves. Her pressed and pleated business skirt was tailored and snug against her body, the buttons offering the slightest pull across her bare breasts. She carried a leather briefcase, with a gold monogram”B.” She walked to the counter and approached the manager.

He closed the inventory book he was working on as the only remaining customer walked out the door, the bell in the doorway chimed and the door closed behind him.

“We have an appointment,” she said curtly, “Noon.”

He smiled and said, “yes- one moment.” He came out from behind the counter and made his way to the front door. He closed turned the clock on the sign to show he would be back in one hour and locked the front door. He walked towards her and showed her to his office in back. She followed him. They entered his office and he shut the door behind her. She set her briefcase on his desk and turned to face him as the lock clicked. Securing their privacy.

She waited for him to come to her. He moved in front of her and put his hands on her face and pulled her towards him for a kiss. He kissed her gently, his tongue brushing into hers. His rough hands moving around her body, one hand sliding under her jacket. He kissed her, harder, moving his other hand up her skirt- pressing his fingers against her pussy, covered by pantyhose. She leaned back on his desk and opened her legs. He gripped her nylons and pushed his finger through them, ripping the open at the crotch. She gasped, shocked and excited by his forcefulness. His lips continued to press against hers, running his fingers over pussy lips while she pulled at his shirt. Buttons that did not unfastened, popped to the floor as she pulled at his shirt. Exposing his bare chest, she dragged her fingers down it.

He lifted her ass up onto his desk and pushed her knees apart. He moved down to his knees and lapped at her pussy, exposed to him via the tear in her nylons. She was pantiless underneath. His tongue darted in and out of her hole, then licking her clit up and down, quickly, the way she liked it. Her sensitive clit could never withstand too much direct contact, so he knew he must work quickly. Licking her fast, with some pressure. She trembled and struggled to maintain her balance, grabbing on to his shoulders for leverage while he pressed his tongue against her most sensitive area and dragged it up and down, faster and harder. Her climax built quickly and she gripped his shoulders as her orgasm came fast and hard.

Catching her breath, she stood up and pulled him behind the desk. She reached for his zipper and undid his pants, then pushed him down in his chair. Turning lifted her skirt again and straddled thick cock. Feeling him enter her, she moaned out load, pulling at the buttons on her jacket and releasing her breasts. His calloused hands covered them, pinching at her nipples as she started to bounce up on and down on his cock. Her strong smooth thighs, due to countless hours at the gym, balancing her steady as she slid up and down on him., feeling the grooves of his wide cock push through her.

Pressure building, he grabbed her hips and pushed her down, as he pushed up inside her. Sinking his cock, he groaned from the momentary release, as she continued to slide up and down on him. He sat back on his chair and watched her ride his cock. This was how she liked it thrusting. No grinding, no pushing, just thrusting. This is what got her off, having her pussy pounded, or reverse pounding on his cock. He loved to watch her work for what she wanted.

Her thick brown hair swayed as she moved. He watched the curve in the small of her back, her round ass partially covered by her skirt. Her breasts bouncing as she took her pleasure from him. She was wild, sexy, beautiful.

Her orgasm hit quickly, the pulsing in her cunt, her short fast moves and the sharp, “oh. oh ooooooohhh” that escaped her mouth. He waited for her to finish, before he let himself go. Her preference, thrusts only, kept him on the edge. And watching her, usually so pristine, so feminine and lady like, go wild on his cock was always enough to send him right over. Her legs were shaking and she moaned like a purring cat. He grabbed her hips and thrusted up at her a few times, releasing his load. Feeling like the luckiest man alive.

She lifted off of him and stepped out of his office and went to the restroom to clean up. He pulled his pants up and walked back out to the store. He unlocked the door, and turned the sign around. He opened his inventory book and picked up his pen as he heard the bathroom door open up again.

The click of her heels filled the room. She stopped at the counter and made small talk about her day as she removed a sandwich and soda from her briefcase for him. Her face was flushed and her eyes glazed, as they spoke of the repairs on the car and the kids’ school play.

He marveled at how beautiful she was, how unaware she was that even in her usually reserved persona, she was still the sexiest woman he had ever known.