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"Office" Dinner
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"Office" Dinner How did he end up here? How would the evening go? Remembering back, he had innocently submitted his Holiday gift grab bag; cooking a meal for one of his co-workers just like he had in previous years. He worked with a tight, friendly group and they had adopted this form of gift giving several years ago; detail a car, cook a meal, watch someone's for a day; all great gifts when shared with people you knew well. This year, the new Director, Michelle Carmichael, decided all department grab bags should be combined as opposed to kept separate in the various little departments. Needless to say, his "gift" was chosen by Ms. Carmichael. To further decimate his comfort level, she informed him that he would be cooking for only 2, he and she. He arrived at her apartment at 5pm on Saturday. The plan was to eat at around 7pm, be cleaned up (part of the gift) and out by 9ish. In the past he and his co-worker and spouse or significant other would then meet up with others from their group and enjoy an evening out. This year, his co-workers were joking that he may be on the unemployment line Monday morning if this meal didn't go well. Please understand; Ms. Carmichael is a very good looking woman. She’s black; not light-skinned, but not very dark either (Caramel Carmichael crossed his mind for a brief moment). She stood about 5' 6" tall with a generous frame; some may refer to her as full figured or even large; he thought she appeared very comfortable and carried herself well, so generous it was. When he arrived at her apartment, she answered the door in a pair of black, 3/4 length<b> spandex </font></b>pants; a pair of layered tanktops and running shoes. She showed him around the kitchen and the dining room then said she would be going out for a quick run and she hoped he wouldn't mind. Not at all he thought; gives him time to get started in peace and not worry about conversation with an almost complete stranger that also happens to be his boss! Once he heard the door close, he immersed himself in the preparation of the Chicken Francaise, asparagus with cognac sauce and roasted reds. He had prepared a small cheesecake at home the night before as a time saver. He also opened one of the bottles of wine he had brought to further remove the edge he was feeling. He didn't even hear the front door open when she returned and therefore was a bit startled when she appeared in the dining room. This; and his dropping a fork he was setting out caused them both to giggle and worked as a nice ice breaker. He was grateful. He offered her a glass of wine; informed her that dinner could be ready in about 25 minutes. She said that would be fine. She told him that she had walked the last 15 minutes of her run to cool down so she wouldn’t show up all sweaty and panting. As he handed her the wine, he noticed her "scent" from the run. It was actually pleasing to him; a faint taste of perspiration wrapped in a cocoa butter shell. He was beginning to enjoy this. They toasted the Holiday and she stated she would need 15 minutes to shower and jump into something comfortable. 15 minutes later almost to the second she reappeared with her empty wine glass and what appeared at first glance to be a large white men's business shirt. Once he picked his jaw up off the ground and re inserted both of his eyes; he could see this was a dress with elbow length sleeves; buttons down the entire front and a hem that ended at least 6" above her gorgeous knees. She was barefoot and that showed the shape of her legs exquisitely. He wasn't sure, but she did not appear to be wearing any undergarments. He couldn't afford to contemplate this however as it was getting in the way of his breathing. His utter amazement was not lost on her; as she asked if this was "too" comfortable, he replied, as coolly as possible, that no, it was fine and added that she looked great. She thanked him and held her glass out as he poured more wine. He excused himself (now beginning to breathe again), explaining he wanted to plate and sauce their dinner so they could begin eating. As he turned for the kitchen, he realized that the sight of her had caused him to actually forget what he was preparing and he certainly had no idea of what he had to do next. Once in front of the stove though, it began to come back to him; finish the sauce for chicken, check the reduction of the cognac for the asparagus and don't forget the potatoes in the oven. This was all fine and good for about 8 seconds. That's when he felt her hand against his lower back and watched out of the corner of his eye as she set her glass on the counter next to the stove. She remained behind him as she asked what they were having and what he was doing at this moment. She pressed up against him and slowly moved her hand across his back as she asked this. He couldn't take it anymore; he braced both hands on the counter and gently pressed back towards her, she responded by moving her hand from his back to his chest where her other hand had already gone...she pulled him towards her...she got both hands on his shirt and pulled, popping at least 2 buttons, and then reached for his skin. Then she suggested she may be able to see the preparation better if she could be in front...he raised his arm over her head and stepped back...she moved between him and stove and immediately began to grind her firm ass into him...she then guided his left hand to her open dress (how did he miss that?!?)...her breast was more than a handful. Firm, taught, nipple at least a full half inch and hard, it was so hard. With his other hand he reached down to where the last button was on the dress...he felt the heat before the pussy, he sensed the wetness...as he cupped her mound she exhaled...and thrust against his hardening cock. He removed both breasts from the dress. Looking over her shoulder, he could see the puckered areola that supported the dark brown nipples. His estimate of 1/2 inch was far too conservative he noted as he firmly squeezed the breast culminating in a nipple pinch that caused her breath to falter. With his southerly hand, he spread her pussy lips and immediately wetted his fingers...he messaged her and they quickly developed a rhythm. His palm soon felt her clit...he moved his fingers up and pulled back its hood....the clit was large enough that he could grab it between his fingers but it shyly slipped away again....he moved his hand lower and probed deeper into her with his fingers...she was so hot and wet... She reached behind herself and was rubbing his cock through his pants...he was uncomfortably hard at this point....and for a fleeting moment he remembered that this was his bosses boss, a thought that, while a concern to him, quickly left his brain as all his blood was busy elsewhere... She quickly turned off all burners and led him by the hand to the dining room. He brushed the set table off (fortunately no glass or plates) and not so gingerly placed her up on the table. She immediately hoisted her shapely legs and all but grabbed him by the ears and moved his head towards her hot little box. He needed no guidance; he couldn't wait to taste her... He began lapping at her wetness...she pushing herself towards his mouth...he sought out her clit again, and when he found it, suckled it hard. Her noises were music to his ears... Her dress was completely open now; he had wriggled out of his pants and shirt and stood naked in her dining room working her with his tongue. This was certainly not the dinner he had planned, but in fact, far, far better. He couldn’t fathom how long he spent licking, chewing , biting and thrusting his tongue in and around her pussy, but he now moved his mouth down; licking her legs around the pussy as he went...he gently teased the area behind her pussy...she lifted her legs past perpendicular and raised her ass off the table...he moved towards her puckered flower…she let out a low slow moan and whispered "take it! I want to feel your tongue in my ass"; he couldn't very well not obey this directive; this was after all, his boss. He flitted his tongue over her anus, then licked up and down her entire bottom...he placed his hands on her ass and began to turn her...she must have had thought this already because it took no effort to get her on her knees....she knelt on the dinner table with her feet and ankles hanging off; he between them. Her hands shoulder width apart and her back arched. Her breasts hanging and swaying as she offered her ass to him... He got in close and stabbed with his tongue into her ass...he used both hands to pull her cheeks apart....whenever he pulled up, he saw her muscle pulsing...slow but with conviction...her moaning matched this movement, it was all very pleasing. He got in between those lovely ass cheeks and drove his tongue in as far as he could, with a methodic in and out…she pushed back against his face with vigor, he then stuffed 1, 2 and 3 of his fingers into her sopping pussy....she ground against his face and fingers while pushing off against the table they should have been eating food on. She then suddenly pulled away… and with a hungry look and gutteral snarl, pushed him onto a dining room chair, fell to her knees and took his entire manhood into her mouth...she stayed there for what seemed an entirety then softly gagged and pulled off. She did 3 or 4 more times, he couldn’t really remember….then sat in his lap and inserted him into herself…they rocked the evening away…. |
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