Monday morning in the office. Cleo’s at her desk and already assiduously working when her two colleagues, Julie and Kelly, arrive. Late as usual and with only a perfunctory nod of greeting they make a beeline for the adjacent kitchen to make coffee and gossip.
“Good weekend, babe.”
“Brill, went clubbing.”
“We partied at home. Know what I mean?”
“Not like Ms Mouse in the corner I’m guessing.”
I can hear you, thinks Cleo, keeping schtum; it’s much more interesting to eavesdrop.
In fact, her weekend was far from either ordinary or boring. ‘Ms Mouse’ isn’t wide of the mark though, concedes Cleo, given her deliberately dull office attire. Just the thing to fade into the background and avoid fashion faux pas like Julie’s all-too-revealing hemline. She really shouldn’t wear that skirt with such a substantial arse. And as for Kelly, nails like talons, more slap than a plasterer and no way a real blonde. Enough bitchy observations, Cleo’s thoughts turn to recent enjoyable events…
You’ll do very well, was her first impression upon meeting Miles at the exhibition. Unusually his real-life good looks match the head and shoulders shot on his online profile. Miles is equally impressed with Cleo and so in her opinion he bloody well should be. She put a lot of effort into looking classily sexy – the trick is to suggest, not flaunt. A flattering dress and underneath – although he doesn’t yet know this – silky lingerie and black stockings. The latter a bit of a cliche true, but Cleo has yet to meet a man resistant to their allure. If anything signals the intended outcome of this assignation, it’s the killer combination of nylons and heels.
Linking arms, they view paintings and sculpture, exchanging nods with other gallery visitors but keeping to themselves. Miles inhales a subtle hint of Chanel No. 5. Cleo thrills at the proximity of a trim male body in an obviously expensive bespoke suit.
“Quick in here, there’s something else you’ll want to see,” says Cleo, dragging her date into a discreet alcove. The building, a modernist masterpiece apparently, is notorious bursa escort bayan for visitors getting lost, fortunately she knows it well.
Pulling him from the line of sight of any passer-by Cleo crouches – now he knows exactly what’s beneath her dress. Caressing his crotch, she feels Mile’s manhood become instantly erect, frees his impressively proportioned penis and envelops it with her mouth. Flicks her tongue around the bell end, one hand cradling his balls, the other encircling the shaft. Caught unawares, Miles is astonished and ecstatic. With practiced skill Cleo bobs her head back and forth, taking his straining cock ever deeper before teasingly lifting her head. Smiles at his look of disappointment. “Don’t fret darling man, I’m not finished yet.” Reaches to undo a zip and shimmies down the top of her dress, scoops her tits from a half-cut bra and folds them around his pulsing prick. “Who’s a lucky boy,” Cleo murmurs rhetorically, arching an eyebrow, “a BJ and a tit fuck on a first date.” Lost to the throes of lust, it’s evident Mile’s excitement is about to reach a messy conclusion. Opening her mouth into a wide O Cleo encompasses his cock, adeptly swallowing the lot before salaciously licking her lips.
“Better put this away for moment,” she sighs regretfully, zipping up his limp member. “Make sure you’re good to go again soon though, we’re far from done yet.”
Back in the office, another coffee break and another natter in the kitchen. As usual Cleo is excluded.
“So, this club…” enquires Kelly.
Julie’s face clouds at the recall, she lowers her voice.
“To be honest not so great. Drinks cost a fortune and it was too loud to talk. We went back to his place.”
“Bet you were hot to trot,” Kelly enquires, eager for details.
“I was, unfortunately he can’t hold his booze. Pawing isn’t my idea of foreplay and after lying drunkenly on top he only managed a few pathetic thrusts then fell asleep. Still, your cosy twosome at home sounds nice.”
“No luck for me either, ” Kelly admits ruefully. “Him ‘cooking a romantic dinner’ gorukle escort apparently meant microwaving a frozen meal and every expense spared on the wine. I’m dolled up and giving all the signals, the man child just wants to play his latest computer game. Not sure he even noticed when I left. Pity he forgot the candles; would’ve come in handy to relieve my frustration.”
“Oh well,” says Julie, grasping at straws, “I bet Ms Mouse didn’t get any either.”
“Probably at home watching ‘Mid-Summer Murders,” sniggers Kelly, unable to resist a put down.
Oh, but she did. For Cleo ‘back to his’ was a penthouse flat in a sought-after part of town. The wine excellent, mood music subdued and Miles just the right amount of ‘not a complete gentleman’. Cleo replays the scene in her head.
“You are,” he observes, “a delightfully naughty woman, we could have been caught in flagrante delicto back there.”
“I’ll assume that’s a compliment,” replies Cleo, “and if I’m such a bad girl you’d better punish me.” Less a suggestion than a demand. She lies face down across his slap. Miles is momentarily dumbfounded, unused to a woman initiating a spanking, more accustomed to explaining no, he’s not “some kind of perve”.
“Well come on,” Cleo tugs up her dress to reveal a perfect peach of a bottom. “I expect you’ll want to smack me on the bare.”
Spurred into action by this delectable derriere Miles tugs Cleo’s skimpy knickers down to her stocking tops, enjoying her subsequent wriggles and squeals as his palm burnishes the two pale moons a radiant pink. Slips a hand between her thighs and teases Cleo’s engorged clit.
“I think I owe you one for earlier,” he says, simultaneously spanking her bum while frigging Cleo’s glistening pussy. Hips bucking, fingers clawing at the cushions she comes. Lies limply for a moment then strips off her clothes and poses provocatively in front of Miles in just stockings and heels.
“Time to free willie,” she murmurs straddling his lap and lowering herself carefully onto Mile’s rigid rod. Cleo rocks slowly back bursa merkez escort bayan and forth, sliding her shaven haven the length of his cock. “Where did you get those strong forearms?” she enquires.
“Rowing,” replies Miles, too busy concentrating on keeping pace with his demanding lover to chat.
“Good for stamina,” she says enthusiastically. I’m going to need it, thinks Miles, Cleo’s incorrigible, and possessed of a rampant sexual appetite. “Feel good, doesn’t it?” she says watching him thrust into her velvety pussy. “How about something even better?” What, Miles wonders, could possibly outshine such sublime sensations? Cleo anticipates the unspoken question.
“Bet you’d like to put your lovely long cock up my ass?”
Would he! She lifts herself off him with soft plop, dips fingers into her honeypot and smears the juices around her asshole. Carefully engages his cock against her rosebud and slowly eases the tip in. Miles lunges eagerly, Cleo stays him with a hand on his chest.
“Steady tiger, it’s tight up there, we’re going at my pace.” Slowly, inch by inch Cleo impales her ass on his pulsing penis, initial discomfort transmuting into a delicious feeling of fullness. As his cock inexorably stretches her bum Cleo slips two digits into her pussy. She grins wolfishly. “Okay big boy, now you can fuck my bottom. Gently mind, forget what you’ve seen in porno movies. I get to enjoy this too.” As Miles thrusts her breathing becomes laboured, chest and face flushed. Cleo utters a series of gasps and moans, busily fingering her pussy. He feels his climax coming, impossible to hold back.
“Yes, yes, fucking yes.” Cleo simultaneously surrenders to an intense orgasm. They collapse, dishevelled, shaking and satiated. Better yet, not only has Ms Mouse had a wonderful time, she’s also £500 richer.
Cleo wriggles in her chair, clenching against the arousing pressure of the butt plug beneath her non-descript clothes, keeping her desire simmering. Another couple of weekends like that last one, another couple of weeks in this soul-crushing office and she’ll have sufficient funds to travel; Costa Rica beckons. Surprised by Cleo’s abrupt departure, her boss will belatedly discover she did most of the work. Miles will blissfully recall their exploits and Cleo’s work colleagues will be confused and envious. She’ll make sure to send them a postcard, signed ‘Ms Mouse’.