From Candace to CandyChapter 7
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Emma was unaccustomed to feeling nervous, but she could not deny the feeling of butterflies in her stomach as she pulled her car up outside the house that morning. It was a beautiful property too; elegant, well-kept and in a wonderful area, just far enough away from town to avoid the hustle and bustle, but close enough to be an easy commute.
It was the first time her boss, Steve, had invited her over, to review the presentation for the group board ahead of his flight to Madrid the following morning. He'd enstrusted her, a relatively junior member of his management team, with preparing this important piece of work and she didn't want to let him down.
She smiled as she thought of him - a coy, affectionate smile. She'd always had a thing for Mr Matthews but had always been too shy to say anything. He was married after all.
Emma pulled herself together, climbed out of her car and, smoothing the wrinkles from her elegant skirt and throwing the laptop case over her shoulder, crunched down the gravel driveway to the front door.
The door swung open before she could knock and she found herself face-to-face with Mrs Matthews - a glamorous vision, all expensive clothes, beautifully manicured and with an air self-importance. This was a woman who was used to getting her way.
"Oh hi," the woman exclaimed, extending an elegant hand. "You must be Emma?" Emma smiled, whilst metaphorically biting her tongue - she'd met Mrs Matthews at least half-a-dozen times before.
"Er, yes, it's good to see you, Mrs Matthews," Emma replied diplomatically.
"Oh, please. Call me Claire," she insisted, stepping aside to invite Emma in. "Steve's just through in the kitchen at the back of the house. Go on through and make yourself at home."
"Thank you," Emma answered stepping through the door into the broad hallway.
"Steve!" Mrs Matthews called out. "Emma's here - I'm off out now to meet the girls. I'll be home tonight. Make sure you look after our guest." And with a warm smile she left Emma in the hall and strode towards her Range Rover, leaving her alone with the boss for the day.
Emma closed the door and meandered through the Matthews' beautiful home, admiring, as she went, the photographs on the wall of Mr Matthews and his family on exotic holidays, the expensive, yet modest furniture and impeccable decor, until she found herself in the kitchen. Steve was there, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, just finishing off a phone call on his mobile. Emma gulped a little, the fluttering in her stomach coming back with a vengeance, as she could see his muscular frame outlined through the thin cloth of his workout gear - he was in great shape for an older man.
"Oh, hi Emma," he called out, turning to see her for the first time, walking across to greet her, placing his hand, warmly on her arm, smiling broadly. "Thanks so much for going out of your way. I just wanted to avoid the office today so that I could prepare for my trip in the morning."
"Errrrm, not a problem, Steve," she blushed.
"And please excuse the dress-down attire," he joked, gesturing his t-shirt and shorts combo. "I've just been to the gym and not had a chance to change yet."
This time Emma was sure that he noticed the blush appear on her cheeks as he smiled even more broadly but he didn't mention it. Instead he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, offering her a drink, which she politely declined, before suggesting they go through to his office.
Mr Matthews sat extremely close to Emma as they perused the presentation on her laptop, so close that she could smell his musk, making the primal part of her brain scream with lust. The butterflies going wild, the tingling running down into her genitals and inner thighs as he talked. At one point his hand brushed her knee, making her tense up and jump, with a tiny yelp.
"Are you okay, Emma?" he asked, with genuine, warm concern.
"yes, sure. Absolutely," she replied, visibly flustered.
"Oh good," he responded, smiling that sexy, delicious smile. "Oh, that smile", she thought, wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips.
"Listen," Steve said, interrupting her reverie. "The presentation is perfect - pitched at just the right level. You really will make me look good, Emma. Thank you for all your hard work in pulling this together."
"Thank you, Steve," Emma flushed. "I'm glad you're happy with it."
"Oh, I'm more than happy." Steve glanced at his watch. "Right, I've got a call in quarter of an hour. You're welcome to stick around and we can catch up some more on some things I'd like you to pick up whilst I'm out of the country if that's okay?"
"Yes, sure," Emma answered, genuinely delighted at the thought of picking up some additional responsibility.
"But before that, I need to go take a quick shower. Do you mind if I dissappear for a mo?" he asked.
"No, not at all," Emma replied.
Steve smiled again as he left the room.
Emma stood up and wandered around the large office-space, fingertips brushing across the desk as she headed over to the bookcase on the far wall. There she found a photo of Steve and Claire together on holiday in the sun. Her in her bikini and tanned skin, her perfect, obviously fake breasts were impressive, but he was a vision. That wonderful, muscular torso, thick, strong arms. The handsome, rugged face, short, slightly greying hair. That smile. And those sparkling, blue eyes that seemed to be staring right at her. But it was the sight underneath the perfect six pack that really caught Emma's eye; the impressive bulge outlined by the tight speedos.
"Oh my..." she thought, swallowing hard. Aware of her breathing and the tingling in her clitoris as the blood rushed to it. She could feel herself getting wetter in her panties at the sight. She glanced behind her to the door, before picking up the photoframe and wandering over to the couch. Emma sat, making herself comfortable and stared longingly at the picture. In her mind it was her in the picture with his arm around her, hand resting on her hip.
Her breathing heavy, pussy tingling, Emma couldn't help herself. Glancing at the door again she slid her hand inside her skirt and inside her panties. middle finger toying with her clitoris, making soft little circles. Just teasing herself. Finger running down between the lips of her labia and curling inside her soaking wet pussy, palm massaging her clit as her hips gyrated against it, groaning slightly. Emma was lost in pleasure, the blood rushing in her ears, finger rapidly fucking her cunt So preoccupied, in fact, that she hadn't noticed that Steve had come back into the room, wearing just a towel around his waist, body glistening with moisture. As she opened her eyes and realised he was there, staring at her, shocked, she yelped, pulling her had from her panties and sitting bolt upright, flustered; face red with embarrassment.
But Steve said nothing. His cheeks were a little flushed, but he didn't acknowledge what he had seen, instead wandering over to his office chair, putting his earphones in and joining his conference call with his back to her.
Emma sat there mortified, knees together, face burning and heart pounding in her chest. How could she explain this?
She was just ready to get her things together and leave, listening to Steve exchanging greetings on the phone with his colleagues as the call commenced, when he rotated his chair around, staring right into her eyes and slowly opened his legs, the thick, heavy towel speading open, revealing his impressive, thick, heavy cock which Emma could clearly see in the darkness, partially cloaked by the towel.
Emma gulped, smiled and stood, not breaking eye contact and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it from her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Steve, still engaged and making conversation on his call, smiled and nodded approvingly, so Emma reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, holding it in place coquettishly before letting it drop, exposing her large breasts and firm, erect nipples.
Steve bit his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes longingly... reaching down and pulling the towel aside, running his fingers along the shaft of his hardening cock.
Emma, unzipped her skirt, slowly, deliberately sliding down her hips and down to her ankles, stepping out of it... stood there before him, wearing just her panties, heels and glasses. Steve smiled and beckoned her toward him. Emma complied, heart racing and blood rushing in her ears, hardly believing what she was doing until she was stood between his muscular thighs staring down at him. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his strong chest and kissing him softly on the lips. Her hands stroked down his body and onto his thick thighs as she knelt before him, never breaking eye contact, even as she took his thick, heavy cock in her hand, gripping it firmly and tracing her tongue slooooowly up the shaft and across the glans before taking the head in her mouth.
Steve's head rolled back and he groaned audibly as Emma's head bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper in her mouth each time. The only sound, other than the tinny audio escaping from Steve's earphone, was the slurping and smacking of her lips on his manhood.
Emma looked up at Steve and smiled, letting his cock pop out of her mouth with a wet slurp. She stood, smiling mischievously before turning around to give Steve a view of her round, firm backside. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and, wriggling her hips slowly from side to side, slid them down, bending over as she dropped them to her ankles, stepping out of them and looking around at him with a sexy smirk. Emma reach around, taking Steve's cock in her hand and lined it up with her pussy... teasing it against her clit for a moment before easing it into her, just the tip. She groaned aloud as he entered her, placing her hands on his thighs as she lowered herself onto his cock. My god, he was HUGE! she thought as he slid inch-by-inch into her until he was all the way inside her, with her arse perched on his lap, making her feel so full!
Emma began raising herself up and dropping back down rhythmically, gyrating as she fucked her boss... feeling him deep inside her, something she'd longed for for so long. Made even more arousing knowing he was on a call with his colleagues and that they had no idea what he was up to. And she was in his home, his wife out for the day whilst Emma fucked her husband. The thought alone drive Emma wild, making her throb with pleasure, making her redouble her speed. Her arse cheeks slapping against his abs, his hands on her hips, pulling her hard down onto him with each downward thrust.
Suddenly, Steve grabbed Emma by the waist and pulled her down on top of him, her back pressed firmly against his chest, his cock still inside her. He swivelled the chair arounf, pulled the earphones from his ears, placed the phone on the desk, placing it on speaker mode and turned Emma's face towards him, kissing her deeply, passionately, hungrily. As he did one hands sought out her large breasts, squeezing them, gently but firmly pinching her nipples in turn between thumb and forefinger... his other hand drifted between her legs and toyed with Emma's engorged clit as he began thrusting his cock inside her welcoming cunt.
Harder and faster... mouths locked together... tongues hungrily delving into each other's mouths. The chair creaking loudly as they fucked. Their bodies glistening with the moisture of their sweat. Both panting and groaning in ecstasy as he pounded his length into her.
And as he could feel himself getting close, Steve lifted Emma bodily and bent her over his desk, slamming into Emma furiously from behind, making her erupt into screams of carnal, bliss as they approached climax. His balls slapping wetly against her clit with each thrust until they could hold back no longer... With a loud grunt Steve released inside her. Emma felt his warm seed flood into her deliciously as she breathlessly, tremblingly came on his cock.
Steve collapsed against her back, both breathing heavily, panting to get their breath back, his softening length inside her... Emma gently squeezing his shaft inside her, loving the feel of it being in her, making her feel full, even as their combined cum dribbled down the inside of her thighs. Steve kissed her shoulder tenderly, gently thrusting his hips against her as his last few drops of cum emptied inside of her. Holding her to him, both awash with euphoria.
It was then that they became aware of the small, tinny voice coming from Steve's phone: "Hello? Hello? Can I ask if you're not talking if you can go on mute, please? There's a lot of background noise."
Steve frantically hit the mute button on the screen as the pair collapsed together on the chair and embraced, kissing deeply, passionately. Emma clutched on tight as he held her, not wanting this moment to end, but knowing it must.
Until next time, that is.
It was the first time her boss, Steve, had invited her over, to review the presentation for the group board ahead of his flight to Madrid the following morning. He'd enstrusted her, a relatively junior member of his management team, with preparing this important piece of work and she didn't want to let him down.
She smiled as she thought of him - a coy, affectionate smile. She'd always had a thing for Mr Matthews but had always been too shy to say anything. He was married after all.
Emma pulled herself together, climbed out of her car and, smoothing the wrinkles from her elegant skirt and throwing the laptop case over her shoulder, crunched down the gravel driveway to the front door.
The door swung open before she could knock and she found herself face-to-face with Mrs Matthews - a glamorous vision, all expensive clothes, beautifully manicured and with an air self-importance. This was a woman who was used to getting her way.
"Oh hi," the woman exclaimed, extending an elegant hand. "You must be Emma?" Emma smiled, whilst metaphorically biting her tongue - she'd met Mrs Matthews at least half-a-dozen times before.
"Er, yes, it's good to see you, Mrs Matthews," Emma replied diplomatically.
"Oh, please. Call me Claire," she insisted, stepping aside to invite Emma in. "Steve's just through in the kitchen at the back of the house. Go on through and make yourself at home."
"Thank you," Emma answered stepping through the door into the broad hallway.
"Steve!" Mrs Matthews called out. "Emma's here - I'm off out now to meet the girls. I'll be home tonight. Make sure you look after our guest." And with a warm smile she left Emma in the hall and strode towards her Range Rover, leaving her alone with the boss for the day.
Emma closed the door and meandered through the Matthews' beautiful home, admiring, as she went, the photographs on the wall of Mr Matthews and his family on exotic holidays, the expensive, yet modest furniture and impeccable decor, until she found herself in the kitchen. Steve was there, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, just finishing off a phone call on his mobile. Emma gulped a little, the fluttering in her stomach coming back with a vengeance, as she could see his muscular frame outlined through the thin cloth of his workout gear - he was in great shape for an older man.
"Oh, hi Emma," he called out, turning to see her for the first time, walking across to greet her, placing his hand, warmly on her arm, smiling broadly. "Thanks so much for going out of your way. I just wanted to avoid the office today so that I could prepare for my trip in the morning."
"Errrrm, not a problem, Steve," she blushed.
"And please excuse the dress-down attire," he joked, gesturing his t-shirt and shorts combo. "I've just been to the gym and not had a chance to change yet."
This time Emma was sure that he noticed the blush appear on her cheeks as he smiled even more broadly but he didn't mention it. Instead he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, offering her a drink, which she politely declined, before suggesting they go through to his office.
Mr Matthews sat extremely close to Emma as they perused the presentation on her laptop, so close that she could smell his musk, making the primal part of her brain scream with lust. The butterflies going wild, the tingling running down into her genitals and inner thighs as he talked. At one point his hand brushed her knee, making her tense up and jump, with a tiny yelp.
"Are you okay, Emma?" he asked, with genuine, warm concern.
"yes, sure. Absolutely," she replied, visibly flustered.
"Oh good," he responded, smiling that sexy, delicious smile. "Oh, that smile", she thought, wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips.
"Listen," Steve said, interrupting her reverie. "The presentation is perfect - pitched at just the right level. You really will make me look good, Emma. Thank you for all your hard work in pulling this together."
"Thank you, Steve," Emma flushed. "I'm glad you're happy with it."
"Oh, I'm more than happy." Steve glanced at his watch. "Right, I've got a call in quarter of an hour. You're welcome to stick around and we can catch up some more on some things I'd like you to pick up whilst I'm out of the country if that's okay?"
"Yes, sure," Emma answered, genuinely delighted at the thought of picking up some additional responsibility.
"But before that, I need to go take a quick shower. Do you mind if I dissappear for a mo?" he asked.
"No, not at all," Emma replied.
Steve smiled again as he left the room.
Emma stood up and wandered around the large office-space, fingertips brushing across the desk as she headed over to the bookcase on the far wall. There she found a photo of Steve and Claire together on holiday in the sun. Her in her bikini and tanned skin, her perfect, obviously fake breasts were impressive, but he was a vision. That wonderful, muscular torso, thick, strong arms. The handsome, rugged face, short, slightly greying hair. That smile. And those sparkling, blue eyes that seemed to be staring right at her. But it was the sight underneath the perfect six pack that really caught Emma's eye; the impressive bulge outlined by the tight speedos.
"Oh my..." she thought, swallowing hard. Aware of her breathing and the tingling in her clitoris as the blood rushed to it. She could feel herself getting wetter in her panties at the sight. She glanced behind her to the door, before picking up the photoframe and wandering over to the couch. Emma sat, making herself comfortable and stared longingly at the picture. In her mind it was her in the picture with his arm around her, hand resting on her hip.
Her breathing heavy, pussy tingling, Emma couldn't help herself. Glancing at the door again she slid her hand inside her skirt and inside her panties. middle finger toying with her clitoris, making soft little circles. Just teasing herself. Finger running down between the lips of her labia and curling inside her soaking wet pussy, palm massaging her clit as her hips gyrated against it, groaning slightly. Emma was lost in pleasure, the blood rushing in her ears, finger rapidly fucking her cunt So preoccupied, in fact, that she hadn't noticed that Steve had come back into the room, wearing just a towel around his waist, body glistening with moisture. As she opened her eyes and realised he was there, staring at her, shocked, she yelped, pulling her had from her panties and sitting bolt upright, flustered; face red with embarrassment.
But Steve said nothing. His cheeks were a little flushed, but he didn't acknowledge what he had seen, instead wandering over to his office chair, putting his earphones in and joining his conference call with his back to her.
Emma sat there mortified, knees together, face burning and heart pounding in her chest. How could she explain this?
She was just ready to get her things together and leave, listening to Steve exchanging greetings on the phone with his colleagues as the call commenced, when he rotated his chair around, staring right into her eyes and slowly opened his legs, the thick, heavy towel speading open, revealing his impressive, thick, heavy cock which Emma could clearly see in the darkness, partially cloaked by the towel.
Emma gulped, smiled and stood, not breaking eye contact and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it from her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Steve, still engaged and making conversation on his call, smiled and nodded approvingly, so Emma reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, holding it in place coquettishly before letting it drop, exposing her large breasts and firm, erect nipples.
Steve bit his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes longingly... reaching down and pulling the towel aside, running his fingers along the shaft of his hardening cock.
Emma, unzipped her skirt, slowly, deliberately sliding down her hips and down to her ankles, stepping out of it... stood there before him, wearing just her panties, heels and glasses. Steve smiled and beckoned her toward him. Emma complied, heart racing and blood rushing in her ears, hardly believing what she was doing until she was stood between his muscular thighs staring down at him. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his strong chest and kissing him softly on the lips. Her hands stroked down his body and onto his thick thighs as she knelt before him, never breaking eye contact, even as she took his thick, heavy cock in her hand, gripping it firmly and tracing her tongue slooooowly up the shaft and across the glans before taking the head in her mouth.
Steve's head rolled back and he groaned audibly as Emma's head bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper in her mouth each time. The only sound, other than the tinny audio escaping from Steve's earphone, was the slurping and smacking of her lips on his manhood.
Emma looked up at Steve and smiled, letting his cock pop out of her mouth with a wet slurp. She stood, smiling mischievously before turning around to give Steve a view of her round, firm backside. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and, wriggling her hips slowly from side to side, slid them down, bending over as she dropped them to her ankles, stepping out of them and looking around at him with a sexy smirk. Emma reach around, taking Steve's cock in her hand and lined it up with her pussy... teasing it against her clit for a moment before easing it into her, just the tip. She groaned aloud as he entered her, placing her hands on his thighs as she lowered herself onto his cock. My god, he was HUGE! she thought as he slid inch-by-inch into her until he was all the way inside her, with her arse perched on his lap, making her feel so full!
Emma began raising herself up and dropping back down rhythmically, gyrating as she fucked her boss... feeling him deep inside her, something she'd longed for for so long. Made even more arousing knowing he was on a call with his colleagues and that they had no idea what he was up to. And she was in his home, his wife out for the day whilst Emma fucked her husband. The thought alone drive Emma wild, making her throb with pleasure, making her redouble her speed. Her arse cheeks slapping against his abs, his hands on her hips, pulling her hard down onto him with each downward thrust.
Suddenly, Steve grabbed Emma by the waist and pulled her down on top of him, her back pressed firmly against his chest, his cock still inside her. He swivelled the chair arounf, pulled the earphones from his ears, placed the phone on the desk, placing it on speaker mode and turned Emma's face towards him, kissing her deeply, passionately, hungrily. As he did one hands sought out her large breasts, squeezing them, gently but firmly pinching her nipples in turn between thumb and forefinger... his other hand drifted between her legs and toyed with Emma's engorged clit as he began thrusting his cock inside her welcoming cunt.
Harder and faster... mouths locked together... tongues hungrily delving into each other's mouths. The chair creaking loudly as they fucked. Their bodies glistening with the moisture of their sweat. Both panting and groaning in ecstasy as he pounded his length into her.
And as he could feel himself getting close, Steve lifted Emma bodily and bent her over his desk, slamming into Emma furiously from behind, making her erupt into screams of carnal, bliss as they approached climax. His balls slapping wetly against her clit with each thrust until they could hold back no longer... With a loud grunt Steve released inside her. Emma felt his warm seed flood into her deliciously as she breathlessly, tremblingly came on his cock.
Steve collapsed against her back, both breathing heavily, panting to get their breath back, his softening length inside her... Emma gently squeezing his shaft inside her, loving the feel of it being in her, making her feel full, even as their combined cum dribbled down the inside of her thighs. Steve kissed her shoulder tenderly, gently thrusting his hips against her as his last few drops of cum emptied inside of her. Holding her to him, both awash with euphoria.
It was then that they became aware of the small, tinny voice coming from Steve's phone: "Hello? Hello? Can I ask if you're not talking if you can go on mute, please? There's a lot of background noise."
Steve frantically hit the mute button on the screen as the pair collapsed together on the chair and embraced, kissing deeply, passionately. Emma clutched on tight as he held her, not wanting this moment to end, but knowing it must.
Until next time, that is.
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