Emma invited me to dinner last night. It was one of those company events where they bring in a motivational guest speaker, like someone who has climbed Mount Everest or captained an international rugby team, that sort of thing. Last night's guest speaker happened to someone I have had a not to secret crush on for a long time. Emma knew about my little crush and thought it would be fun for me to come along. God I love that girl.

Mac was highly amused by all the girlish giggling that went on beforehand. I have to admit I was rather silly for someone that was going to be in a dinner crowd of 50. Chances of me even speaking to this guy were slim. Still, I was a bundle of excitement and I had to have my hair and nails done just right. I had a new dress that I haven't had a chance to wear, a classic little black number that looked so good against my lightly tanned skin. I had the sweetest caramel highlights added to my hair and my nails French tipped. Black stockings and high heels completed the outfit. I have to say (god I am so modest,) damn I looked good.

Mac was not coming with us, as Emma had only been allowed to bring one guest and in truth, Mac would have been bored. He didn't mind me going though. I think He was relishing the idea of an evening home alone, in peace. Still when I walked into His study fully dressed and ready to go, I made Him look twice.

'Wow' was all He said.

I smiled and went over to give Pickle a scratch. Now I am not a silly girl, pickle was laying on the floor under the window, catching any late afternoon sun that happened to come his way. I carefully bent over to pat Pickle's head. I don't know exactly how far up my dress Mac saw but I knew that He had to be able to see at least to the top of my stockings and I waited, hoping it would be enough.

'Come here, Sarah.' He said in that tone that lets me know it is not a request but a demand. I could not hide the grin on my face. 'Witch,' He hissed. 'You know exactly what you are doing don't you?' His hand slid up my thigh. Mac didn't seem at all surprised to find I had no panties on. He knows me well.

He told me to bend over the desk and I told Him that He was going to make me late.

'Oh this wont take long Sarah. Now bend over the desk.'

I did as I was told, knowing what He was going to do. Mac has this strange idea that a girl in stockings and no panties isn't completely dressed until she is leaking her Male's semen. Who am I to complain?

So He fucked me and fucking me it was. There was no foreplay, no kissing, nothing but His cock thrusting inside me. I had my face turned to the side and Mac later said the smile on my face was one of pure contentment. I don't remember thinking anything other than how much I loved it as I tried my best to stop myself from skidding across the desk at each thrust. He came deep, deeper, the deepest inside me that He could. I knew that I would be leaking Him all night.

When He was finished He stood back and let me push myself back up from the desk. Then He grabbed me and pulled me into His arms. He kissed me for a long and lovely time.

'What was that for?' I whispered breathlessly when He finally let me go.
'That was because I really can't imagine anyone more beautiful than you.' He said.

I know I blushed and as much as I wanted to correct Him, I knew that He was telling me His truth.

'Thank you.' I said. I know I glowed.

Mac and I said our goodbyes and goodnights, I spent the night at Emma's since her place is so much closer to town then ours is now, and I left.

Dinner was gorgeous, the food delicious and plentiful, the speaker just as funny and masculine as I thought he would be. Much to my delight he visited with each table of ten once his speech was over and I got to talk to him. I don't remember much of what I said, I know I flirted, I know he laughed and I know that I wished I was a wicked little girl that would lure him out the back and make him come. I wanted so much to hear him gasp my name in ecstasy as his semen stained my dress. But in reality, as much as the idea makes me weak with lust, I am a good girl so I smiled at him because I was happy to have met him and I said goodnight. I have decided to console myself with the thought that he is probably offered a hand-job at least twice a night.

Emma was a sweetheart and told me that I acted very proper. I think she was afraid that I was going to make a fool out of myself. I have to admit the thought of throwing myself at his feet briefly crossed my mind. I guess I can act like a grown up after all.

We went back to Emma's with much giggling and wicked talk about the guy and our ideas of what he would be like in bed. It was late and we were both tired and she had to be at work today and we should have slept, only I had already told her that the tops of my stockings were wet with Mac's come. Two girls with our wicked imaginations turned that into an hour or so of decadent fun. I am not sure which of us ended up with more of Mac's semen but that's ok, I really didn't mind having to share.

I am still at Emma's place. I will leave for home as soon as she is ready for work.

And I promise to have the rest of the fantasy ready to post tomorrow. (I didn't have the notes I jotted down here with me today!)

I am enjoying being a tease. (Grins.)