Robin Michelle Writes











{2 September 2010}   Day 2 #Write365

Day 2 #write365

02Sep2010
Butterfly, dress, eraser

Rob stayed in the conference room after everyone else had left, watching as Claire gathered up all the papers, pens and various items left behind. As always, her presentation had been flawless, providing all the necessary information and anticipating the questions that would be asked.

Claire was a consummate professional, a valuable asset to the company. Hiring and then quickly promoting her had been two of the best business decisions he had ever made.

Rob’s train of thought was broken by the sight of Claire’s lusciously round ass as she bent over directly in front of him to pick up a dropped eraser. He shifted in his seat and stifled a moan as his cock hardened. Claire slowly and sensuously stood up, giving Rob a wicked grin and a saucy wink as she did.

Yes, hiring her had been good for business, and for him. He had finally found his equal.

Everyone considered Claire a killer in the boardroom, so devoted to her job that she had no time or interest in any sort of relationship. Hell, most of her coworkers and business associates weren’t even sure if she were straight or gay or what. He’d even heard rumors that some thought she must be asexual as there was never anything flirty or provocative about her dress, language or behavior.

Rob knew better. He knew that underneath that perfectly fitted business suit were two beautiful tits, barely covered by a silky bra, worn only for appearances. Moving his eyes down the curves of her body, he wondered which bra and garter set she was wearing ~~ ivory, peach, pale blue… When she had to wear underwear, they always matched.

Rob pictured the garter belt, how it framed her ass as she bent over, waiting for his touch, how the garters stretched down her thighs to the tops of her silk stockings. Turning her around in his mind, Rob saw the beautiful butterfly tattoo on Claire’s left hip, just above and to the side of her mons. The butterflies were so realistic that every time he went down on her, he almost expected to feel their wings…

Claire’s hand on his zipper as she knelt in front of him brought him out of his reverie.

“Everyone’s gone home,” as she eased the slider down.
“The doors are all locked,” her hand slid inside and eased out his cock.
“We’re all alone,” she looked him in the eyes, licked her lips, and opened her mouth…

~Fin~

Robin Michelle



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