1. Sales Calls


    Date: 2/28/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    bare knees pressing against my leg, her hands clasped and resting in her lap. I was nervous. Ann reached down and fiddled with the ankle strap to her heels. I need to get more comfortable,” Ann remarked, adding, “I hope you don’t mind.” “Do your employees like working here?” I pressed on, as Ann slipped off one high heel shoe and then the other, setting each shoe on the table. “I think so,” Ann replied, “They never complain.” “What type of benefits do they get?” I pressed on. Ann stood next to me and re-adjusted the length of her skirt, pulling down on the hem. “Two week vacation, medical, paid sick day,” she responded, her English not yet perfected. “They are good employees,” Ann responded. “I am a bad boss.” “A bad boss?” I inquired. “How so?” “I play too much,” Ann responded. “I don’t understand,” I replied. Ann flipped her skirt up and planted her butt edge of the table, her legs dangling next to me. “I go on long vacations, and I like to party. My people, they work hard, but they do not know how to enjoy themselves, you know, right?” Ann remarked, before asking, “You like to party, no?” “Yes,” I responded. I was now rock hard. Ann’s close proximity to me was mesmerizing. She was now showing me more leg than she had shown the entire short time I had spent with her. “Do you like Korean food?” Ann asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Do you know kimchee?” she pressed, swinging her ankles back and forth. “Yes,” I responded. “How you know kimchee?” Ann asked. “I dated a girl from Korea ...
    when I was in the Army,” I responded. “Ohhh,” Amy responded in a long drawn out expression, “So you like Korean women? “Yes,” I responded. “What you like about Korean women?” Ann pressed, turning towards me. Her skirt was now bunched up high enough that I could very easily see her white panties. She propped one leg up on the table, her elbow on top of her knee, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. I could easily tell she was turned on, because her panties were soaked. I could very easily make out the outline of her pussy. “Korean women . . .” I replied, choosing my words carefully, “…are very family oriented, very strong and very determined.” Ann smiled, “…and sexy, no?” “Yes,” I replied, “…and sexy.” “Am I sexy?” Ann asked. “Yes, you are,” I replied. “I like American man,” Ann replied, “You . . .you American man . . .you make me excited.” As she spoke, Ann slipped her hand between her legs and held it there. She looked at my crotch. “You American man, you get excited too, no?” “Yes,” I replied, looking down at the bulge in my pants. Ann slid off the edge of the table and stood in front of me, barefoot and with her hands on her hips. “So what do we do?” Ann pressed. “Well, that is up to you,” I replied, as I casually spread my legs and rested my heels on the floor. Ann stepped between my legs and pulled her skirt up, revealing her tiny white, very soaked, panties. I slipped my fingers past the elastic on each side of her panties and pulled them down, past her thighs and ...
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