Tension in the Tall Grass

The moment we stepped off the plane into the humid countryside, I could feel the heat between us crackling like static. Elena Voss, my strict new boss, had been riding my ass for weeks with her icy demands and those sharp, assessing stares that made my cock twitch despite myself. Now on this remote business trip to scout a potential factory site, we were alone in the middle of nowhere—no boardroom, no witnesses, just endless fields of tall swaying grass under a blazing sun.

"I expect perfection today, Marcus," she said, her voice clipped as she adjusted her crisp white blouse that clung to her full tits from the sweat. "No excuses. This deal could make or break your probation."

"Yes, Ms. Voss," I replied, my eyes dropping to the way her tight pencil skirt hugged her round ass as she marched ahead. The tension had been building since day one in the office—her brushing past me too close, my lingering glances at her long legs. Fuck, I wanted to bend her over right there.

We'd barely walked ten minutes from the dirt road when she stopped, scanning the horizon with a furrowed brow. "The maps are useless out here. This overgrowth... it's thicker than expected." Her cheeks were flushed, not just from the heat. I stepped closer, close enough to smell her perfume mixed with the earthy scent of crushed grass.

"Need me to take point?" I asked, my voice lower than I intended. Our eyes locked, and something snapped. Her breath hitched, those strict lips parting just a fraction.

"Take point on this," she whispered, grabbing my tie and yanking me down into the grass with her. We tumbled together, her body pressing against mine, soft and demanding. "I've seen how you look at me, you cocky bastard. Don't make me say it twice."

My hands were on her instantly, shoving that skirt up her thighs. "Fuck, Elena... you're soaked already." I slid my fingers under her lace panties, finding her shaved pussy dripping wet, her clit swollen and begging. She moaned loud, arching her back as the tall grass whispered around us like a green curtain hiding us from the world.

"Shut up and finger me harder," she gasped, her strict facade cracking as she spread her legs wider, knees bent in the dirt. "I've been wet since the airport, imagining your thick cock stretching me out here where no one can hear."

I plunged two fingers deep into her tight cunt, curling them against that spongy spot that made her hips buck. The wet squelching sounds mixed with her filthy little whimpers. She grabbed my wrist, guiding me faster, her juices coating my palm. "Like that? You like your new employee finger-fucking your boss's pussy in the open air?"

"Yes... oh god, yes," she panted, her tits heaving as I ripped her blouse open, sucking a hard nipple into my mouth. The sun beat down on our skin, sweat slicking everywhere. I couldn't wait anymore—my cock was throbbing painfully against my zipper. I freed it, the fat head already leaking precum.

Elena stared at my big dick with hungry eyes. "That's bigger than I thought. Get it inside me now." She pushed me onto my back in the grass, hiking her skirt to her waist and straddling me. No more teasing. She sank down in one slick motion, her hot pussy swallowing every inch until her ass met my balls. "Fuuuck... so full. Your cock is splitting me open."

The feeling was insane—her walls gripping me like a vice, wet and scorching. She started riding me hard, bouncing her juicy ass up and down, the grass rustling wildly beneath us. Each slap of skin echoed in the open field. I gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, pounding deep into her cunt.

"Harder, Marcus! Fuck your boss like you mean it," she demanded, her voice breaking into moans. Her clit ground against my pubic bone with every drop, making her tremble. I reached up and pinched her nipples, watching her head fall back, blonde hair spilling loose.

We flipped suddenly—she was on all fours now, ass high in the air like a proper slut in the outdoors. I slammed back in from behind, doggy style, the angle letting me hit even deeper. The wet smack of my hips against her firm ass rang out, her pussy creaming all over my shaft. "I'm gonna cum... don't you dare stop," she begged, fingers digging into the earth.

I spanked her once, twice, leaving red marks on that perfect ass. "Cum on my cock then, Elena. Soak it." Her pussy clenched hard, pulsing as she shattered—squirting a little, her juices dripping down her thighs and into the grass. The sight pushed me over. I roared, burying myself to the hilt and flooding her with thick ropes of cum, pumping until it leaked out around my dick.

We collapsed side by side, breathing ragged, bodies sticky with sweat and sex. The breeze cooled our skin as the grass swayed overhead like nothing had happened. Elena turned to me with a rare, satisfied smirk, tracing a finger down my chest.

"Not bad for your first field assignment," she murmured, voice husky. "But we're not done scouting this site. Think you can keep up for round two by the river?"

I grinned, pulling her close. "Try me, boss."