Tap, slide, tap, slide. Trish monotonously chanted in her mind as she touched the point of her gold Cross pen to the pad of paper in front of her and let her fingers slide down its length. This had to be one of the most boring seminars she had ever attended. Obviously these people were amateurs and had no idea how to keep their audience awake let alone interested. The woman at the podium was going on and on and if she said "absolutely" one more time Trish was going to scream and fling her pen at her. The woman was winding down her speech and was

introducing a newcomer to this circuit.

Just mildly intrigued, Trish glanced up from her pen to see the next speaker approach the podium. She sat up a little straighter in her chair and re-crossed her black-stockinged legs causing the skirt of her suit to crawl a bit up her thigh. Her chair being close to the podium gave her a wonderful spot from which to view this man. He was tall and broad shouldered. His suit jacket hung beautifully and the subtle muddy green color offset his hazel eyes and sandy blond hair. Her gaze stopped on his clean shaven face and took in his tan and his smile lines. He was a little weathered; almost Robert Redford-ish. He smiled as he introduced himself and she was captivated. His full lips and perfect teeth made his smile exude congeniality and confidence.

He turned as he spoke and she could hear a very slight hesitation in his words as he looked at her. She was sitting very close to the podium and she knew he could see her slender legs. She sat forward a little and wiggled a bit in her chair to make her skirt move up even more. She held his eyes with her own as he moved his gaze from her lap to her face. She smiled at him and twirled a finger in the long golden hair that cascaded over her shoulder. His smile broadened a bit and he turned back to the others as he continued his talk.

She could feel a dull aching in her clitoris as it started to react. She pressed her thighs together and she could feel the warm flesh of her thighs over her stockings as she squeezed. She watched his gorgeous hands as they moved, accentuating his words. They were large and strong looking; not at all the soft hands she was used to seeing at the office. She shivered the thought away. She imagined those hands gripping her shoulders, caressing her from neck to belly, holding her ass as he thrust into her. She was getting flushed cheeks, she knew. She felt the heat of wanting spread over her.

He looked her way again. She put the tip of her gold pen between her glossed lips and gave a tiny little suck; he got the idea. She kept his eyes on her by running the tip of her tongue over the end of the pen while her other hand casually went to the front of her blouse and undid a button. She pushed the silky fabric a little to one side so that he could see from, his viewpoint, the curves of her breasts as they rounded over the top of her black lace bra. Trish knew that he wanted her. She could see the slight bulging in the front of his perfectly cut trousers. He put one hand in his pocket to make the swelling there less obvious and he didn’t look at her again. She didn’t mind. He saw what she had wanted him to see.

There was to be a short intermission before he concluded his speech. She watched him step down from his perch and shake hands with a couple of middle management types. She smoothed her skirt over her thighs and ass and turned to pick up her purse. She bent over from the waist knowing that her skirt would ride up and he might get a glimpse of exposed thigh above the stockings if he were lucky. She didn’t bother to turn around but walked out of the room. She knew that there were some unused offices on this floor and easily navigated the hallways to find one. She tossed her purse on the empty desk and before she could even turn around he was there.

His arms were very strong and they wrapped around her. He was breathing heavily right beside her ear. As his lips brushed over her earlobes and down the side of her neck which she automatically arched back, his big hands were urgently exploring her body. One hand gripped her inner thigh and slid forcefully upwards, dragging the tight skirt with it. He found her flesh there and moaned as he realized she had no panties on. His fingers quickly found her clitoris and spent a brief moment there arousing her further. While he rubbed her swollen clit with one hand the other was on her waist and pushing up over her belly, under her blouse. She undid the few buttons to give him easier access. He was biting on her neck now and his hand roughly moved over first one breast and then the other. He pushed his hand under her bra and found her nipples; two stiff peaks begging for his attention.

Trish was breathing hard and with each pull on her nipples she moaned and arched her back. He spun her around and lowered his gorgeous mouth to her breast. He sucked hard on her while he moved her backwards towards the desk. When she was leaning against the edge he used one hand to move her legs apart and put three fingers from his other hand inside of her, pushing deep. He held them inside of her and she pushed down on his hand hard, wanting more. He rubbed her g-spot until she was crying out and ready to come. He didn’t let her.

Instead, he pulled his hand out and undid his pants. He put his big hands on her shoulders and pushed lightly downwards. She eagerly acquiesced and knelt before him. Trish tugged his pants and boxers down and was thrilled to find such a beautiful cock straining to be freed. He was very hard and she quickly reached for him. With one hand on his balls, pulling gently, and the other around his shaft, moving firmly but slowly up and down, she lowered her mouth to the tumescent head and began to suck. Her tongue made circles around the head and she could taste the tang of him in the drops of cum that oozed out. He was groaning and had his hands in her hair, moving her head closer. She answered by pulling him deep into her throat, her lips around the base of his cock. She did this several times, each time moving back up with her hand tightly following her mouth’s path and then leading back down again.

He must have been close to orgasm and stopped her ministrations by pulling her head away and lifting her up. He easily placed her on her back on the desk. He spread her legs wide, her black stockings framed the smooth thighs and her drenched pussy. She was still wearing her heels and had them up on the desk with her knees bent. He placed his hands on her ass and held her hard while he searched for her clitoris with his tongue. She felt his lips pulling and his tongue flicking and his light stubble grazing her hairlessness. She was getting so close and when the pulling stopped and just a very light tongue caress began, she knew this was going to be it. He kept the caress light but increased the speed and just to send her over the edge he rubbed a finger along the inside edge of her vagina while using his thumb to tease at the opening behind. She bucked and pushed and grabbed at his head, holding him there. She called out over and over as wave after wave crashed through her.

When she was completely depleted of energy he stood up and pulled her roughly by her hips to the edge of the desk. He took her legs and put them straight against his shoulders and without using his hands which were back on her hips, he pressed his dick into her in one hard, deep thrust. She came alive again and moaned with the sensation of being filled by him. She clung to his thighs and pulled him deeper. He pushed into her over and over until she was coming again, raking her nails over his ass. He gave a final series of short hard thrusts and came loudly. His body was tense and he held himself inside of her tightly until his orgasm subsided.

They both had racing hearts and were trying to get their breathing back to normal. He looked at his watch and swore. Their fifteen minutes was up and he was expected back on that podium now. He quickly pulled up his pants, donned his jacket, ran a hand over his hair and straightened his tie before bolting from the dark office. Trish was left to mull over their brief encounter. She just might need to attend this seminar again tomorrow, she thought as she tapped a fingernail against the desk.