La entrevista en la casa del lago

"Jesus, you can swim faster than I thought."

I almost choked on my beer. Maya was standing at the edge of the dock, water dripping off her in slow motion, the sunset painting her skin gold. She'd shed the blazer and pencil skirt the moment we'd arrived — now it was just a black one-piece that clung to every curve like it was afraid to let go.

"Told you I grew up on lakes," I said, keeping my voice steady.

She smirked, that same smirk she'd given me during my interview when I'd fumbled my answer about quarterly projections. "Well, Derek. Since you're clearly not going to swim again, come here."

I set down my beer and walked over. The wooden planks were warm under my bare feet. She was close enough that I could smell the lake water on her skin, mixed with something floral.

"You know why I brought you here, right?"

"To discuss the regional expansion?"

She laughed — a real laugh, not the clipped one from the office. "That's what I told HR. But no." She stepped closer, her wet hand landing on my chest. "I've been watching you for three weeks. The way you bend over your desk. The way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention."

My cock twitched in my swim trunks. "Maya..."

"I'm your boss, Derek. Say it."

"Maybe I should go inside."

She grabbed my wrist. "No. You should take these off." Her fingers hooked the waistband of my trunks. "I've thought about this every night since you started."

The trunks hit the dock. My cock sprang free, already half-hard. Maya's eyes dropped to it, and she bit her lip — that tiny gesture undid something in me.

"Sit on the bench."

I obeyed. She knelt on the dock, her knees spreading wide, then reached behind her neck and unhooked her suit. It slid down her body like water, revealing breasts that were fuller than I'd imagined, nipples already tight from the breeze.

"Now you're going to watch me," she said, stepping out of the suit. "And you're going to tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to fuck you from behind."

Her eyes widened — surprised, pleased. "Bold. I like that." She turned around, slowly, giving me the full view: the curve of her ass, two perfect globes, still wet, the water beading on her skin. She bent over the bench, arching her back, her pussy glistening between her thighs.

"Entonces hazlo."

I stood behind her, my hands finding her hips. She was so wet already that my cock slid against her folds for a moment before I pushed in. She gasped, her fingers digging into the wooden slats.

"Fuck," she breathed. "Yes."

I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in. The sound was obscene — wet and raw. Her ass rippled with each thrust, and I couldn't stop watching it, the way it moved under my hands, the way she pushed back to meet me.

"Harder," she demanded.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. She moaned — loud, unrestrained — and I drove into her again. The dock creaked beneath us. The lake lapped against the pilings. None of it mattered.

"Your ass, Maya. God."

"I know." She was panting now. "I know, I've seen you staring at it in meetings. You think I didn't notice?"

I spanked her — not hard, just enough to hear the sharp smack. She whimpered, and her pussy clenched around me.

"Do that again."

I did. And again. Each time she pushed back harder, taking me deeper, until I was buried to the hilt and she was trembling around me.

"Don't stop," she gasped. "Don't you dare stop."

I didn't. I fucked her until her legs shook, until she was moaning my name into the dusk, until I felt her orgasm ripple through her — and then I came inside her, deep, my fingers digging into her hips as I emptied into her heat.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, the only sound the water and our ragged breath.

Finally, she straightened up, turning to face me. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a mess. She looked at me — really looked — and smiled.

"That was not in my interview notes," she said softly.

I laughed, pulling her close. "Want me to write a report?"

She kissed me, slow, her hand sliding down to my still-hard cock. "Later. First, I want to see if you can go again."

I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her inside.

CATEGORIES: [Butt, Boss, Lake house, Rough sex, Creampie]