High Rise, pt 2

"Maria..."

Richard, her boss. She was still a tumbled mess on the floor, gripping the glass. Before she could collect herself, he had let himself in, the door shutting causally behind him. His steel-grey hair matched his suit, shaking his head at this hot mess.

"You were doing it again." He grinned, his cock already growing.

"That is why you gave me the office, isn't it?" She sat down, shifting towards him, an after glow of pleasure still hanging over her, a cat-like smile on her face.

He locked the door, taking his time across the office, her office...but she was His. And it was his company, so...His office. It had started out as a game (the best and the worst of them always did!), but this one was different. She was smart, a wonderful asset to the company...and these games seems to inspire her best work. How could he not take that?

"You looked warmed up for me." A fist stuck in her hair, dragging her back up with a moan. She pressed herself against him, already undressing him. She wouldn't speak, only murmur against his skin, working her way up his chest and neck. He felt his belt whipped from his unzipped pants, the garment shoved down. The rest of their clothes were shed like a cocoon, freeing them from their mundane lives for a moment to fly.

His hands against her breast, he pressed her naked flesh against the glass once more. The glass felt cool against her mound, his fingers finding her wet snatch, eager. There was no time at all, he fit himself against her folds and pressed. Maria moaned delightfully, arching up against him while she looked out at the dizzying height. Her breath steamed up the glass. Soon, his hand was in her hair, holding her tight, working her hard and fast.

"I like my pussy all warmed up for me," he crooned darkly in her ear. He was close now, gripping her hips tight against him as he shoved her against the glass. They moaned together as he came, his cock pulsing hotly, her pussy gripping tight like a fist, milking him clean. Resting a moment against the glass, his breath joining hers to fog their favorite window.

High Rise

She had a love of heights, and when her office was moved up to the 17th floor, Marie was delighted to see the large windows behind her desk. No, larger than windows, they were practically walls made of glass.  She enjoyed leaning her forehead against it, the vast space below. Cars and people reduced to bugs hurrying on the ground. Even the nearby buildings seemed dwarfed by this view. It was a thrill to lean against the glass so high, a thrill that ran down her spine to throb between her legs. Marie couldn't explain it, but it excited her to no end.

A quiet, hard worker, no one noticed Marie's lunch breaks taken in her office, or if she stayed late.  Her door closed, her back to the rest of the office, she would sit back, take in her high rise vantage point and squirm hotly.  Pantyhose pulled down and skirt hiked up, Marie watched the people far below. They couldn't see her spread her legs, fingers rolling against a swelling clit. She pretended they could--that a commuter would look up, that her self- pleasure was so powerful she would cause a traffic jam.

It was the idea of being seen, more than the reality, that made her so hot. Her pussy lips already moist, fingers sliding in to match the motion of her thumb. Two handed, she would play with herself. one hand rubbing inside that secret spot, making slick wet sounds as her other rubbed circles around her swollen button, pleasure and pressure building, causing her to gasp unexpectedly with the surge of warmth running through her.

More!  She had to get more!  In what was nearly a leap, she left her chair to lean against the window, hands still stuffed under her skirt.  Against the window, she pressed herself, bracing one leg up on a table for better access. That thrill of heights pushed her to the next level, fingers moving non-stop as she felt the heat build like an electric charge. She imagined all eyes on her, transfixed as she bucked urgently against the glass, wet digits sliding deeper. Her muscles tensing deliciously as the promise of release came closer, closer....clit throbbing then surging as the built-up charge released through her body, through ever cell as it rushed up her spine and spilled out through her lips in a cry of pleasure.

The force of her orgasm so great, Marie's knees went weak and she slid down the glass wall, a streak of wetness left behind as she relished in the glowing, tingling sensation slowly waning from her limbs.


That was when she heard the knock at her office door.....