Michael sat at his desk, spinning the chair every which way.
He was growing impatient, but the clock had only just hit eight o’clock.
The door to his office opened, and his heart skipped a beat, but it wasn’t Jean who stepped into his office and approached his desk.
It was just his secretary, the pretty, hot Stephanie.
“Are you certain that you set the date on that mail for today?” Michael asked his secretary immediately as she reached his desk.
He took one look at his wristwatch before returning his attention to the secretary.
“Yes, sir.” She answered, placing a tablet on the desk.
She leaned forward, such that Michael could see clearly the color of the bra she wore—black—and a moderate amount of her breasts were out in the open in front of him.
“She’ll be here in a bit.” Michael leaned back in his seat, and Stephanie righted herself, moving to sit on the desk in front of him, legs slightly parted.
Stephanie was an old friend; it was why she was this… bold.
Plus, they used to date back in the day, but regardless of the fact that Michael had told her that they could not have anything serious together, she never failed to throw herself at him.
And Michael, being the playboy that he was, encouraged it now and then, whenever he needed to relieve himself.
“What does my schedule look like today?” Michael asked, taking a good look at her thighs.
“I already told you yesterday, you have nothing to do today.
You only insisted on coming because you wanted to meet the girl.” Stephanie answered, crossing one leg over the other, making her skirt push upwards.
Michael let himself wonder for a bit.
In a couple of hours, or minutes, Jean White would be standing in this very office.
He wondered what he would do then.
Despite his many experiences with women of different kinds and status, that night Michael shared with Jean had been the best one yet.
He knew she was no saint, but yet he could tell that she was yet to be treated in the way that a person of her beauty deserved.
And the way she had moaned that day… Just the mere thinking of it made his dick hard.
Stephanie noticed the bulge in his trousers and took that as her cue to satisfy him.
She dropped down to her knees in front of him and unzipped his trousers before taking in his cock in her mouth.
Michael leaned back in his seat, and as he looked down at the figure crouched in front of him, he wasn’t seeing Stephanie’s blonde hair; instead, it was Jean’s dark-as-night hair he saw.
It was her face that he saw looking up at him, and just as Stephanie rose to her feet, Michael was reminded of who was standing in front of him.
Stephanie was undoubtedly hot and knew very well how to pleasure a man, but after that night with Jean, nothing felt the same anymore.
Stephanie lifted her skirt so that she could slip her panties to the side before climbing on top of the chair to sit on Michael’s dick.
She had barely sat on it before she started riding him like crazy.
Unfortunately for Michael, it wasn’t quite as enjoyable.
After that night with Jean, he had assured himself that he only thought of her because it had been a while since he had sex, and to prove that to himself, he had slept with a few women.
Black, Asian, white, nothing compared to that night.
He decided to stay off sex and focus on his work instead, but that was torture as he could never concentrate for long.
He was always drawn back to that night, to the way she had taken his fingers inside her mouth and sucked at them in such a way that drove him mad.
Michael, feeling feral, grabbed at Stephanie’s ass and began thrusting deeply into her.
Surprised, she grabbed the back of the chair while he pounded into her, as she moaned his name continuously, begging him not to stop.
He kissed her neck, kissed her collarbone, and bit at her breast through the bra.
Stephanie’s voice was pleasing, and even though it wasn’t Jean he was fucking, he had been able to enjoy himself slightly while thinking of her.
Michael let out a groan as he released his cum deep inside Stephanie.
She was panting on top of him, and carefully, she slid off him and sat back down on the desk.
Her face was flushed as she looked at him, clearly surprised that he had released inside her.
“You’ll take care of that, won’t you?” She gave him a smirk.
“I’m on birth control.” She assured him.
The phone rang at that moment, and Stephanie picked it up.
“Yeah?
Okay.” She said before slamming the receiver down.
She turned to look at Michael.
“She’s here.” Michael’s heart jumped into his throat at that, and subconsciously his hand moved to his hair to try to straighten it.
Stephanie noticed that and rolled her eyes before straightening his hair for him.
She jumped off the table, adjusted her skirt, cleaned herself up, before walking towards the door.
After waking up that morning to find that Jean was not by his side, he had felt somewhat sad.
He thought the moment was special for her too, and the way she had just left… Michael did not like that at all.
He had initially come to the club to waste the money he had on a bunch of strippers and did not realize that he had been robbed until he tried locating his wristwatch on the bedside table.
He had smiled to himself that morning.
He now had the perfect excuse to get her back, and this time he was not going to let her get away so easily.