Taking another sip of fizz, she put the bottle back on the desk and stepped towards Sam. She pushed him towards the desk until the edge hit his legs. He sat down, putting him at a much more manageable height. Then she kissed him. He tasted of champagne and smelled of a subtle but masculine scent. He slipped his arms beneath hers, grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. His strength had put her a little off-balance and her instinct was to grab his biceps to steady herself. It didn’t work. Carla’s fingers had encountered solid muscle – and plenty of it, which resulted in her feeling all the more giddy. Was there no end to this guy’s perfection?
Still grasping one of his arms and squeezing – subtly, she hoped – she moved her other hand to his hair. Carla had always had a thing for guys with long hair. Too often though, guys either had awful pony tails or greasy locks – hardly a turn-on. Not so with Sam. His hair was clean and soft, ideal for tangling fingers into. So that’s what she did, using her grip as leverage to deepen their kiss. He responded by looping his hands together behind her back, completely enveloping her in his arms. Just as well, really, as the mixture of champagne and lust was turning Carla into a weak-kneed mess.
Realising neither of them was really in control of the situation any more, Carla decided to relax and just go with the flow. Their tongues explored one another’s mouths and their hands were wandering. Carla slipped her hand from Sam’s hair downwards. She briefly fiddled with his bow tie, grinning to herself as she remembered what he was wearing, then trailed her hand down his chest and torso. She encountered more muscle. He was definitely hiding a nice firm body beneath that outfit. And that wasn’t all, she noticed, as her hand pressed against the bump between his legs. His cock was rock hard and red hot through the thin material of his trousers. She got the impression that it was perfectly in proportion to the rest of him, too. She certainly hoped so.
Cupping her hand, Carla squeezed his erection, soliciting an animalistic moan from her soon-to-be-lover. He pulled away from their kiss and gently pushed her back, shuffling off the desk as he did so. Grabbing her hips again, he turned them both around so Carla’s back was to the desk, and lifted her effortlessly onto it. Then he kissed her again, taking his turn to tangle his fingers in her long brunette hair.
Sam began to pepper her throat and décolletage with kisses, sliding the shoulder straps of her dress down to bare her shoulders. As her arousal grew, Carla considered the fact that if she didn’t do something about it, her pussy juices were going to soak straight through her knickers and leave an embarrassing wet patch on her dress. She reached down and grabbed the hem with one hand, propping her weight on the other in order to lift herself and pull the dress up. Sam stopped what he was doing, then followed her lead, sliding his hands up her thighs, catching the bottom of the dress and stroking the sides of her body as he removed it.
Momentarily stunned by the sight before him, Sam simply stared. Carla was wearing navy blue panties to match her dress, and no bra. The colour of the scant underwear accentuated the paleness of her skin, and made her rosy pink nipples stand out all the more.
Carla’s pussy seeped yet more juices as she saw the way he was looking at her. His eyes were hooded, his lips swollen and pink from their assault on hers. He looked like a starving man at a banquet.
Lucy Felthouse
Freelance Writer
Web: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk
Creator of: http://eroticaforall.co.uk
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