SubscribeStar Story: The Conference, Part Four

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Part Four

All I could do was ask the same flustered question as before. “What- Larissa, what are you doing?” My eyes definitely lingered on her bare form for a moment before I managed to avert my gaze. I shouldn’t look, right? If this was all an extreme game of her own design, I’d only be playing into her hands by staring at her fucking bombshell of a body.

“We only have to compete out there,” she shrugged, “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind blowing off some steam in the meantime.” Sauntering towards me, making it more tempting to look with every passing step, she took one of my wrists once she was close enough. “It’s just physical. Not personal, not professional. If you’re not interested, I can always get dressed . . . ” All the while, she guided my hand up towards her chest.

Bad idea. This was a bad idea. Theoretically, fooling around with her purely for the physical pleasure of it could be enjoyable. Except surely this would change our whole work dynamic afterwards. There were a couple of other attractive coworkers back at the office; however, I generally believed in the ‘don’t shit where you eat’ philosophy. No sense needlessly complicating things when there were plenty of girls out there who I wouldn’t have to see every day if things didn’t end well.

It was one thing to avoid flirting with someone a few desks down. I wasn’t prepared in the slightest to fend off a girl who was throwing herself at me, regardless of our normal relationship. Despite all my internal struggles, I wasn’t actually resisting in the slightest. My arm followed her movements, lifting until my fingertips brushed against her bare breast.

Were we seriously about to do this? It wasn’t exactly a question. Rival or not, she was literally a naked girl and I was perfectly positioned to feel her up. If anything, the fact that it was Larissa was a bit of a strength. I wasn’t desperate for her. If any other girl with a body like hers was offering herself up so boldly, I would already be putting my hands all over her. Instead, I took my sweet time. Not hesitant, but also not too eager, I palmed her breast and gave it a good squeeze.

“There we go,” Larissa smirked, “I knew you weren’t a total prude.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Rather than mirroring my grip on the other side of her chest, I stepped forward and cupped her most private area for a moment before tracing my fingertips up her outer lips.

Fuck HR and my earlier concerns about all that. If Larissa was going to be all smirky and slutty and take things here, fine. I was more than happy to fuck her brains out and channel my annoyances towards her into the kind of roughness and passion she was maybe hoping for by doing this with me. At some level, it was personal, unlike what she was suggesting. Physical and personal, although she was right about it not being professional. We could go for a round or two and no doubt fall right back into our usual rhythm afterwards when fully dressed and in a business setting.

Larissa softly gasped from my touch, and pursed her lips in that familiar smug smile I had seen countless times over the last few months. Clearly fine with me going for it, she reached forward herself and gripped my belt with both of her hands. “And if I don’t?” she asked. Not bothering with any teasing or build-up, she undid the buckle and roughly yanked the leather until it had made its way all the way around and was whipping off me and onto the floor between the beds. “You’re not my boss. And, pretty soon, I’ll be your boss.”

“Not going to happen,” I muttered. As she unbuttoned my dress pants and pulled down the zipper, I pinched her nipple and pushed two fingers inside her. Normally I would have more finesse where foreplay was involved, but it was Larissa. I didn’t feel the need to be patient or gentle when it came to warming her up.

She didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. Her only reaction was a voice exhale that bordered on a soft moan. I couldn’t tell whether it was more discomfort or pleasure from how I was hitting two sensitive spots so abruptly. Larissa persevered with her own endeavors; she grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear. I was already half at attention from how my hands were on a hot girl, regardless of how I felt about her, and it didn’t take much to get me the rest of the way up. As gravity took my clothes the rest of the way down, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and quietly chuckled to herself as she drew out a throb from her teasing grip.

In response, I gave her breast a firm squeeze. I was thinking about saying something, though I hadn’t quite figured out what. Before I got the chance, however, she abruptly pivoted and gave my chest a hard shove with both of her hands. Gravity once again worked in her favor. With my pants and underwear around my ankles, I stumbled backwards and wasn’t able to keep my balance. I fell onto the bed behind me, losing my points of contact before I could think of doing something like pinching her nipple and holding tight. Cool as she was playing all this, I could only imagine how she’d react to being dragged forward like that.

Obviously, she was ready to pounce, as she had expected me to land on her bed. Gripping my thighs, she simultaneously lifted my legs and pushed me backwards before climbing onto the bed herself and straddling me seconds later. “We don’t have much time,” she said, immediately undermining the statement by proceeding to undo the buttons on my dress shirt when we could easily have gotten right to it with my lower half already being bared to her.

“I don’t suppose you have something?” I asked, as if her naked self would be able to magically procure some protection out of thin air.

Smirking down at me, Larissa said, “I do have something.”

Reaching under the pillow behind me, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

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