Wetwriter

Even when she was on holiday there were often things that required her attention at work. She had never been good at work life balance, or for that matter trusting people to do things the way she would. She assumed that was why her personal relationships had never worked out. The men she attracted tended to be needy, and as such they were never capable of addressing her needs.
Although she tried to remain calm, she couldn't resist checking her messages every few seconds, he’d instructed her to download an app that they could message thru discreetly. “He’d instructed her” her own words, but in her head they were absurd, instructed? Really? He was her junior, a young entrepreneur  destine to be successful in every way. Working in a business she had been coaching in for 23 years. He was a great example of what drive and determination could accomplish when the receiver was challenged, given direction and proper advice. 
She didn't feel her normal self that day, not the usual composed and self-assured person her colleagues thought they knew so well. She felt like a nervous teenager. A quick glance at her watch told her there were only a few moments left and he’d be late. Late was unacceptable for her and the was that he had to buy lunch, her choice. The first of their lunches was expensive, but fun and filled with cautious harmless flirtations. This was so far outside her comfort zone. Not just what she was about to do, but what she wasn’t wearing beneath her dress. Her plan was entirely laid out in her head. The real question was, could she execute? Her nerves were shot just thinking about it, her nipples were rock hard fantasizing about him, he was intelligent and could read women well. She’d watched him do it before, she’d never thought it would be directed at her, it was sudden. How long would it take him to pick up on her intention? She felt like the pulsing of her body was something surely he would feel and smell, just sitting next to her in the car. She was sure her body was excreting all sorts of pheromones that his alpha maleness would sense, and once he turned that look on her, she would be putty in his hands. He arrived, she let him know that they had a few errands to run and they headed for his car, she wanted him to drive. God she just wanted someone to take control from her, do as they pleased, over and over. Could she give him control? Maybe, maybe he was the one who would just take it and turn her world upside down.
After a few errands they ended up at a cute bar downtown, He ordered shots for them. She turned her body towards him and without any words He picked up on her scent and zeroed in. He ran his leg down the outside of hers and the electricity that sparked between them, was like a warning, it took the air from her lungs. Struggling to inhale gently her only response was that the warmth between her legs was unexpected. He smiled and suddenly she wanted to see that smile while he looked up at her from her went pussy. She wondered how he would react to her fantasies, could he possibly understand her. It was too late to take any of it back now.
They began discussing the intimate details of what she was missing from her marriage, her desire to be dominated by a man. Not harmed or demeaned, she wasn’t interested in gag balls or hanging from a ceiling crying. She was interested in submitting to him, surrendering her control and allowing him to take his pleasures from her, yes she wanted a mixture of his hard shaft pounding her mouth and his gentle tongue caressing her hard nipples while she was tied up. She wanted his attention, she wanted to feel alive, like she never had before. They talked openly about her fantasies without her feeling that he was shocked or disappointed in her. After all they were only fantasies. That was before he suggested that she might want to act them out for real.
The lock clicked on his apartment door and she snapped out of her daydream. The heavy door swung closed he was standing there, staring at her. He looked younger in real life, and was dressed in a bold black suit. Fleetingly she wondered what to do. He studied her dispassionately for a moment, but remained silent, the longer he waited the more she felt uncomfortable and subservient to him. It was new experience for her, she was used to being the one in control. After what seemed like an eternity he stepped slightly to one side, and made an observation about the view and she was fo***d to squeeze passed him out onto the small 12th floor balcony. Without saying a word placed his hand in the middle of her back and gently pushed her towards the railing.
His hands were in front of her gripping the railing, gripping her hips, her thighs, her head was fuzzy. Suddenly he discovers she’s not wearing anything under her dress. He slides a finger inside of her folds, she is very wet, a groan escapes him as his finger finds her warm center and her hips grind forward further inserting his fingers inside her wetness. His breath is hot on the back of her neck, he wraps is arm around her and grips her throat, her instinct to arch her back to find his hips is heighted by the grip on her neck. With his free hand he smacks her ass, it’s like he reading her playbook and she’s going to come completely apart around him. Suddenly His hard cock is pushing inside her from behind, filling her entirely. He gasps at her ear and tightens his grip on her neck as he pushes deeper inside her. Her folds throb around him as he pumps into her from behind. In and out as she falls into his rhythm, she notices the gentleman in the building in front of them at his lonely 13th floor desk watching them, this was her most favorite turn on, being watched. She spread her legs apart further and began circling her clit slowly. It was clear to anyone who happened to look that they were fucking on that balcony, and she loved it. She came hard that first time, shaking and trembling as a rush of warmth flows down both of them. He takes her wet, quivering body into his bedroom. He’s not done with her yet.