It’s been too long since I’ve seen P. Between the holidays and business travel our paths have not crossed. Yesterday though I was in his area for once and walked into his office and sat down in front of his desk. “I’ve missed seeing you,” I said, smiling. “I’ve missed playing with you too,” he said. “Well,” I continued, “it would be silly for us not to pick up where we left off, now wouldn’t it?”

Today I am wearing a dark blue skirt with a black blouse and a black pearly necklace. My hair is pulled back showing my ears and neck. I slide my chair back, putting a now bare foot up onto the edge of his desk. I can him get instantly hard as he watches me stretching and arching my foot, spreading my pretty toes.

I shimmy a little in my chair, pushing my ass toward the edge. “I’m not wearing any panties,” I whisper, spreading my legs to expose myself to him.  He sits up to peer over the edge of the desk at my pussy. It looks terrific. I’ve missed playing, and seeing him around town even though we both have such busy schedules, it’s not often that we are in the same cities.

I begin fingering the first button of my shirt. “Do you know what I was thinking about asking you to do for me?” I begin coyly. As I undo the button, he tells me that he doesn’t but that he might have a pretty good idea. “I want you to cum on my tits today, I want to rub your cum into my nipples and lick it off of them. Do you think you can help?” I unbuttoned the next button and spread my shirt, exposing my cleavage.

“I’m sure we can arrange that,” he reassured me, coming around to the front of his desk. I undid the next two buttons – and pulled my shirt wider. I was wearing a black, lacey bra, one that seems only to serve as a shelf for my tits. I pulled my right one up and out – my nipple was full and relaxed. I licked my finger and flicked at it gently, making it stand up.

“I’m glad,” I said, taking out my left. I sat and began rubbing both, squeezing and hoisting them for him. I lifted one then the other to my mouth, sucking at my nipples. He was standing to my right, his dick pressing hard against his pants. I reached over and patted it. “Come on, cum on me.”

He looked back at the door. I had left it open when I came in. “Do you want to jerk off on me or what,” I asked, clearly intending that we do it like this. He looked at the door and then at my bare chest, nipples wet with my saliva, and unzipped his pants. He spit into his right hand and – keeping his back to the door – began to jerk off.

The combination of the natural arousal of presenting myself so abruptly to him plus, the fact that we hadn’t been together in so many weeks and the fear of being caught made him cum very quickly. His cum sprayed across the lace of my bra, across the black fabric of my shirt and onto the pale bare skin of my tits. I sighed as the first load landed on me. “It’s so warm,” I said, under my breath, “I’ve missed this so much.”

Three jets of his cum were on me now and I lifted my left breast – which had more on it than my right – to my mouth. I licked off as much as my tongue could reach and rubbed the rest into my skin with my fingers. I did the same with my right. Both were streaked with cum and saliva when I pulled my bra back over them. As I buttoned up my shirt, the wet white stains of his cum were clearly visible. I didn’t really care if anyone else noticed or not.

He stuffed his dick into his pants and zipped up. “This gets me sooo wet,” I said, smiling. I pushed a finger into my pussy, pulled it out – glistening with my wet – and offered it to him. He put it in his mouth and sucked my taste. It felt like it has been so long since he had a taste of me, I could see that he wanted more.

I pulled my skirt down, stood up, slipped my shoes on and smiled. “Hope to see you soon,” I said, and smiled and walked out of his office.