El despacho del director

Katya watched Igor adjust his tie in the hallway mirror. The friends had all gone home, the dacha was empty, and only the two of them were left in this huge house. She could feel the invisible thread tightening between them.

“So, Director,” she said with a smirk, stepping closer. “Everyone’s gone. Want another drink? Or do you have plans for the night?”

He turned around. His gaze slid over her bare shoulders, down the neckline of her light dress.

“Katya, you know I…” he started, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

“I know. You’re my boss. I’m your secretary. But here, at the dacha, we’re just two people sharing the room they gave us.”

She could feel his breath, the heat of his body. Her hand slid down to his belt.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough.

Instead of answering, she unbuttoned his pants. With trembling fingers, she traced along his cock, already hard beneath the fabric.

“I want you,” she whispered, biting her lip. “Right here. Let this be our secret.”

He scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. Her dress slipped to the floor, revealing lace lingerie. Katya arched her back as he ran his tongue along her neck, moving lower.

“Igor…” she breathed as his fingers slid under her panties.

He found her clit, and she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders.

“Quiet,” he chuckled. “What if someone came back?”

But she couldn’t stay quiet. His fingers moved faster, and Katya felt the heat building inside her. She unbuttoned his shirt, running her palms over his chest, feeling his heart pound.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered, looking into his eyes.

He flipped her onto her stomach. Katya gasped as he entered her from behind. Slow, deep, filling every inch of her.

“Fuck, Katya…” he groaned, picking up the pace.

She felt his hands gripping her hips, pounding into her faster and faster. The room filled with the sounds of their breathing, whispers, and wet slaps.

“Yes… more…” she moaned, clawing at the sheets.

He flipped her onto her back and entered her again, this time looking into her eyes. Katya wrapped her legs around him, feeling the climax building.

“I’m close…” she breathed.

“Together,” he whispered, speeding up.

She came, arching her back, and he followed, spilling inside her. For a few minutes, they lay there, breathing hard, tangled together.

“That was… unexpected,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder.

“But good,” she smiled. “Our secret, Director.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer.

“Tomorrow at work, I’ll be your strict boss again.”

“And tonight…” she kissed his lips. “Tonight, you’re just mine.”

They lay in the dark, listening to the wind outside. Katya felt his hands on her waist, the warmth of his body. Everything felt right. Everything felt good.