As I enter the dimly lit room, my eyes are immediately drawn to him. The boss. Towering over everyone else in the office, his confidence exudes from every pore of his body. He strides across the room with an air of self-assurance that only a man who's comfortable in his own skin can possess.
He sits down at the head of the table, eyes scanning the room for potential targets. His gaze lingers on me, and I feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins like electricity. This is what it feels like to be desired - by someone powerful, influential, and in control.
I can't help but imagine the way his large, commanding hands would feel as they roam over my body. They are capable hands - strong enough to make decisions that impact lives yet gentle enough to offer solace or comfort when needed. His fingers trail across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He leans closer, breathing heavily into my ear, his breath hot and moist against my delicate lobe. I can almost feel the heat radiating from his body, seeping into mine. He's close now - too close for comfort. His eyes never leave mine as he reaches out to stroke my neck, slowly moving lower until his fingers brush against one of my nipples.
I gasp, the sensation sending shivers down to my core. His touch is firm yet tender, a contradiction that only serves to heighten my desire for him. He knows what he's doing; every movement he makes is calculated and precise.
His other hand begins its exploration too, tracing the curves of my back and hip with expert precision. It moves lower still, until it reaches the juncture where my thigh meets my crotch. His fingers slip inside my panties, finding their way to the wetness that's been pooling there since he first looked at me earlier today.
My pulse quickens as I feel his finger glide through my juices, coating it with my arousal. He knows exactly how to touch me - just enough pressure, the perfect rhythm, and the right amount of teasing. It doesn't take long before I'm panting, desperate for more.
He stands up then, pulling me onto his lap so that our bodies are pressed together. Our mouths meet in a fierce kiss; tongues entwining as we explore each other's mouths hungrily. His hands wander over my body once again, now without the barrier of clothes to slow them down.
He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently before moving onto the other one. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure radiating from where he touches. He knows this too; how sensitive my breasts are, how much I love being teased and pleasured there.
His hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling me closer against him. His cock is hard beneath his pants, straining towards me. I reach down to unbuckle it, feeling a rush of anticipation as I finally get to see what's been driving me crazy all this time.
It's big - bigger than any man I've ever been with before. But he moves confidently, guiding my hand to stroke him. He's patient, allowing me time to adjust to his size and girth. When he's ready, he positions himself at the entrance of my wetness, pressing against my clit before easing into me inch by throbbing inch.
His hips move in a rhythm that matches his heartbeat. Each thrust pushes me closer to the edge, making me gasp for breath. His hands roam over my body again, touching every sensitive spot until I can't take it anymore.
With a cry of release, I come hard against him, his cock buried deep within me as he continues to move inside me. He follows close behind, groaning loudly as he spills his seed into me. Our bodies tremble together in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.
As we slowly disentangle ourselves from each other, I can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at what has just transpired. It was more than just sex; it was an experience that left me feeling empowered, desired, and alive in ways I never thought possible. And all because he knew how to use his confidence and charisma to captivate me completely.