The discussions started as soon as they were seated. One of the technical gurus immediately stood up to draw out the options on a flip chart. Melissa watched him move around the table. His slim body looked muscular and she watched as he slid over to the flip chart. He started to write using three different colour marker pens.
Melissa was vaguely aware of conversations that were going on around her.
“Excuse me, Steven,” she interrupted, “how do these options, itemised in this document, relate to what you’re drawing?”
Steven started to explain. Melissa was transfixed by his cheek bones and slight stubble on his face. His physique was exceptional and Melissa labelled Steven as the athletic type. Melissa virtually melted when he started to speak in soft deep tones. She could feel her belly button being sucked up towards her spine and she resigned her body to a sharp exhale of breath. Her face twisted in recognition of the sudden need building up inside her. Her heart pounded against her breasts causing them to lift and drop in tune to her swelling excitement. She shut her mouth as quickly as it had, unconsciously opened.
Melissa studied the images in front of her while intermittently glancing at Steven. Other members around the table started talking and explaining their reasoning for each option; often interrupting each other as they spoke.
Everyone had a point to make and everyone interrupted her thoughts.
Melissa’s thoughts were firmly on Steven. More precisely, his boyish good looks, his body, his cock. At the same time Melissa’s finger brushed against her lips, Steven’s naked body appeared in front of her. She placed her hands on the table and stood up. The chair slid backwards, almost tipping over. She walked around two of the boardroom members who were still talking about the options. They never noticed her move an inch.
Melissa smiled as she approached Steven, her hands reached up to his shoulders via his torso and slowly, they slid off, coming to rest on his hips. Melissa marveled at his six-pack. Steven’s cock twitched. Melissa grasped it and squeezed it eagerly. She pulled on it once, then twice, eliciting a low reverberating moan from Steven’s mouth. Melissa pushed his hard cock downwards until it was almost parallel with his legs. As she let it go, it bounced several times before it stood to attention. She rewarded herself with a smile as she noticed his sleek heavy balls waiting patiently to be unloaded all over her.
Melissa reached behind her and unzipped her dress.
“Fuck me!” she said, as she looked into Steven’s eyes and then down at his rigid cock, “fuck me with that…”
Her heels locked onto the edge of the table as she lifted her bum off it; presenting her wanton body unreservedly to him for fucking.
Steven approached her and leveled his cock to her wet and eager entrance. Her pleasure zone seemed to engulf it and suck it inside. It had a mind of its own. Melissa’s eyes closed as she felt it slide into her, it strummed and then pulsed at the sides of her cunt as it was pushed up inside her; filling her completely. Her facial features growled in the direction of his eyes in unison to his pounding cock.
One of the managers, Emma, suddenly penetrated Melissa’s thoughts and grabbed her attention as she asked a direct question that needed answering. Unconsciously, Melissa opened her eyes and lifted her head to look at Emma. It would have appeared that Melissa was in a state of contemplation regarding the question posed to her.
In reality, her mind had switched track completely. In front of her was this tiny, pint-sized woman with dark flowing hair and soft facial features with those obligatory ‘come-to-bed’ brown eyes. Melissa’s hand was already working its way up her thighs and onto her bare pussy. Emma’s dress was about to be pushed upwards and Melissa’s extended tongue was about to caress a wet and velvety textured fruit bowl of pure delight.
Melissa shook her head, breathed heavily, then stared at Emma. Words formed on Melissa’s lips and she started to answer the question that was asked.
Melissa absolutely hated meetings when she was in this kind of state. She needed to end this right now, make a decision, go home and pleasure herself on some suitably placed pillows in the middle of her bed or a well-placed cushion on the sofa.
As the last two to leave the boardroom, Emma slid into Melissa’s personal space. “Are you alright?” She asked in a genuinely concerned tone, placing a hand on Melissa’s shoulder as she spoke.
Melissa smiled at Emma. She wanted to tell her what she was thinking, she wanted to describe the debauchery and wanton behaviour that had just flooded her mind in that boardroom.
“Yes, thank you, it’s been a long day.”
Melissa left the boardroom, certain that she would get her just desserts when she got home, she just hadn’t decided on which one of the two would be her fantasy for the night.
