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I had been working at my firm for a little over a year now, and in that time, I had gotten to know my boss and his wife quite well. They were all the time very friendly with me and treated me with respect, which I appreciated. But there was all the time something about Mrs. Smith that intrigued me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was a certain energy about her that I found very attractive.

I was in the break room one day when Mrs. Smith walked in, looking a little flustered.

“Oh, hello, John,” she said.

“Hey, Mrs. Smith. Is everything okay?”

She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Actually, I need your help with something. I’m having trouble with the shower in the ladies’ room. It’s not working properly, and I was wondering if you could take a look at it for me?”

“Sure thing,” I replied.

As we walked down the corridor toward the ladies’ room, I couldn’t help but notice how alluring she looked. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her blouse was slightly unbuttoned, revealing just a hint of cleavage.

When we arrived at the ladies’ room, Mrs. Smith showed me to the shower.

“Okay, so the water pressure is really low, and I can’t seem to get the temperature right,” she explained.

I got to work on the shower, tinkering with the controls to try and get it to work properly. Mrs. Smith was standing right beside me, watching intently.

“That should do it,” I said, as the water began to flow at a more decent speed.

“Thank you, John,” she said, looking up at me with those mesmerizing eyes.

I couldn’t withstand the urge any longer. I put my hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her. At first, she was hesitant, but then she responded, wrapping her arms around me. Our tongues danced together, and I felt myself getting harder by the second.

Mrs. Smith broke the kiss and looked at me coyly. “Let’s take this somewhere more private,” she said, as she took my hand.

We headed toward the executive bathroom, which was rarely used by anyone other than the top brass. Mrs. Smith locked the door behind us, and we immediately began to kiss again. This time, it was more intense, more passionate. I could feel her body pressing against mine, and I knew that I wanted her badly.

I started to unbutton her blouse, revealing more of her ample cleavage. She moaned softly as I kissed my way down to her breasts, taking one of her nipples in my mouth and sucking gently. She groaned in pleasure as I switched to the other one, massaging her breasts with my hands.

Mrs. Smith grabbed my head and pulled me up to her lips again, kissing me fiercely. She reached for my belt, quickly unzipping my pants and freeing my hard cock. I groaned in pleasure as she wrapped her hand around it, stroking me up and down.

Without warning, she dropped to her knees in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth. I gasped as she sucked me hard, bobbing her head up and down, taking me deeper and deeper into her throat. It was the most incredible feeling, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

Just as I was about to come, Mrs. Smith stood up and pushed me back against the wall.

“I want you inside me, John,” she said, spreading her legs for me.

I positioned myself at her entrance, slowly pushing myself inside. She was so tight and wet, and it felt like heaven. I started to move in and out of her slowly, picking up the pace as she moaned louder and louder.

As we fucked, I could hear the water from the shower in the other room running, adding to the sensuality of the moment. It felt like we were being completely consumed by passion, lost in the moment.

Finally, I could feel myself getting close to coming. Mrs. Smith was already there, crying out in ecstasy. Together, we writhed against each other, until we both finally reached our peaks, coming together in a rush of passion and desire.

Afterward, we lay together on the floor, exhausted but satisfied. We knew that we couldn’t let anyone understand about what had happened between us, but we also knew that we probably wouldn’t be able to stop ourselves from doing it again. It was like a steamy secret that we just couldn’t withstand unveiling again and again.
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