It was just another day at the office, or so I thought. I dressed in my usual office attire—a tight pencil skirt that hugged my curves perfectly and a fitted blouse that accentuated my 32B breasts. My boss, Mr. James, had always been professional with me, but today was different. We had a business meeting out of town, and he offered to drive us there.

During the drive, I noticed his eyes wandering to my legs. I had crossed them in a way that made my skirt ride up slightly, giving him a better view of my thighs. I could feel the tension building in the car, and it thrilled me.

"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"Yes, thank you," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing arousal.

He reached over and placed his hand on my knee, giving it a light squeeze before returning his focus to the road. My breath hitched, and I shifted slightly in my seat, feeling the wetness between my legs. His teasing touch had ignited a fire within me, and I couldn't help but crave more.

We arrived at the meeting, and I tried to keep my composure, but my mind kept replaying his touch. Throughout the meeting, I caught him glancing at me, his eyes filled with a promise of what was to come. It was hard to concentrate, knowing that he had noticed how turned on I was.

After the meeting, we got back into the car. The tension was palpable, and I could barely sit still. Mr. James started the car but didn't drive off immediately. Instead, he turned to me, his gaze intense.

"Did you enjoy the meeting?" he asked, his voice dripping with innuendo.

I nodded, unable to find my voice.

He leaned closer, his hand sliding up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher. "I could tell you were distracted," he whispered, his fingers brushing against my panties. "I know you're wet."

My breath caught in my throat as his fingers slipped under the fabric, finding my slick folds. He began to stroke me gently, his touch driving me wild. "You're so wet," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Do you want more?"

"Yes," I gasped, my body trembling with need.

He wasted no time. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock, and pulled me onto his lap. My skirt was bunched up around my waist, and my panties were pushed aside as he positioned himself at my entrance.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He thrust into me, filling me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard us. He set a steady rhythm, his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me hard and deep. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his breath hot against my neck.

His words pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, filling me with his warmth. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily.

Finally, he pulled out, and I adjusted my skirt, feeling a mix of satisfaction and thrill. I looked at him, his eyes filled with desire and admiration.