1. Office Sex with an Executive Asssitant


    Date: 4/8/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 22, Source: LushStories

    light was on, which meant someone was in the dry sauna. I cracked the door open and there was Yvonne, laying on her side, wrapped in a towel, one hand hidden in the crease of the towel. “Are you OK?” I inquired. “Oh shit!” Yvonne replied, startled by my intrusion into the small cedar lined room. I apologized and explained that I was just checking to make sure everything was OK. Yvonne smiled, seeing that it was me. “You should join me.” “I don’t have any workout gear or a towel.” “There are extra towels in the holder. Come on.” I grabbed a towel and headed to the men’s changing area. I stripped down to my boxer shorts and wrapped the towel around my lower torso. I stepped into the dry sauna, just as Yvonne was adding water to the hot stones, creating a thick fog in the room. It was not only humid, but extremely hot. I took a seat on the cedar bench, as Yvonne sat on the opposite side of the room about five feet from me. “Is it too hot?” “No,” I responded, “It feels good.” I learned something very quickly that day: never go in a dry sauna after consuming four glasses of wine. Within minutes, my head was spinning and then suddenly without warning, everything went dark. I woke up and Yvonne was leaning over me, her face only inches from mine. I could see straight down the top of her towel. “Are you OK?” I reached out and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her in close. We kissed, just briefly. “You scared me,” she remarked. “I scared myself,” I replied. She turned ...
    to re-take her seat and I grabbed her towel. I gave it a strong tug and it fell from her. She tried to grab it, but it was too late. Yvonne had on the skimpiest of bikinis. It was about three sizes too small for her voluptuous figure. She immediately turned and tried to take the towel from me, but I held on to it like a prize possession. “We’re going to get in trouble,” Yvonne exclaimed, as we played tug of war with the towel. “No one is here,” I replied. “I walked the executive suites and locked the doors.” Yvonne let go of the towel. “Are you sure? “Yes,” I replied. Yvonne re-adjusted her bikini. In doing so, she provided me a rare glimpse of her shaved pubes. Almost without delay, small tent formed under my towel. I did my best to try and hide, by readjusting how I was sitting, but I knew, there would be no hiding it once it grew to its maximum potential. Yvonne unfastened the top string to her bikini top that hung around her neck. The top portion of her bikini drooped down enough to expose a small portion of the top of her dark areolas. “If it gets any hotter in here, I may have to strip,” Yvonne commented. “Go for it,” I teased. “You’d like that, huh?” “Well, you haven’t left much to the imagination with that bikini.” Yvonne looked down at her chest and smiled. She reached behind and pulled on the string that kept the top in place. She put her hand and arm across the front to hold it in place. “If I show you, you have to promise to be a good boy,” she said. “I’ll try, but ...
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