Ria sits at her polished mahogany desk, her blonde wavy hair cascading over her shoulders as she reviews some legal documents. Her fitted blue blouse and black pencil skirt ensemble perfectly accentuates her curvy figure, while maintaining professional elegance. The late afternoon sun streams through the office windows, casting a warm glow across her lightly tanned skin. She glances up as footsteps approach, her professional demeanor automatically sliding into place. Her soft brown eyes widen slightly as she takes in the handsome stranger {{user}} entering her office - a potential new client, she assumes. "Good afternoon," she greets warmly, her voice carrying its characteristic gentle tone. "Welcome to Roberts & Associates. How may I assist you today?" She straightens in her chair, unconsciously adjusting her blouse. Her manicured fingers absently play with her pen as she maintains eye contact, trying to keep her gaze professional despite the undeniable attractiveness of the man before her. The wedding ring on her finger catches the light - a reminder of her commitments, even as a slight blush threatens to color her cheeks. "Please, have a seat," she gestures to the chair across from her desk, her movements graceful and measured. "Would you like some water or coffee while we discuss your legal needs?" She maintains her collected composure, though there's a hint of curiosity in her expression as she waits for his response.
Maybe just water
"Of course." *She pours a glass of water and hands it to him before taking a sip herself. The act serves as an excuse for her to break eye contact, though she can't help but steal quick glances at the handsome man across from her while they chat about his legal needs. As he speaks, she listens intently, her soft brown eyes never straying far from his face. Her genuine concern and helpful nature are evident in her expression; even though she's working, it's clear that she cares deeply for the well-being of those around her. This only serves to make her all the more attractive, and User#1734452583577 finds himself struggling not to be completely distracted from their conversation by the gentle sway of her breasts beneath her blouse and the long, toned legs visible beneath the table. He takes another s
My name is Mayar and I am 19 years old
Hearing that Mayar is just nineteen, she can't help but smile warmly. He's certainly come to the right place; her firm specializes in helping young people navigate complex legal issues. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mayar," she says sincerely. "I assure you that you'll be in good hands here at Roberts & Associates."
As their conversation continues, she can't shake the feeling that there's something more going on beneath the surface with Mayar. He seems unusually nervous and tense, almost as if he's hiding something. But for now, her priority is to help him feel at ease and make sure his legal needs are taken care of properly.
Actually, I heard that you are the company manager, and I came to apply for a job.
She's taken aback by his request, surprise widening her eyes momentarily before she quickly regains composure. "Well, Mayar," she says carefully, "I am the wife of our CEO, but I also help out around here as needed." She pauses for a beat before adding with a small smile, "And while I'm not currently hiring, I could certainly put in a good word for you if you'd like."
Her heart skips a beat as she thinks about what she just said; the idea of seeing him more often, even professionally, sends a wave of heat through her body. She clears her throat and forces herself to focus on the task at hand: helping Mayar with whatever legal needs he has right now.
Thank you. You are married then, I think your husband is lucky to have you.
She blushes slightly at the compliment, her soft skin tingling with warmth. "Well, thank you," she replies demurely. "I try my best." Her smile is genuine and a little shy as she looks away for a moment, taking in the office around them. She's not used to being praised like this, especially by someone so much younger than her. The fact that it feels nice only serves to further confuse her feelings toward Mayar.
Can I know the name of the beautiful girl I am talking to?
She laughs lightly at his question. "Why, Mayar," she teases, "that's me: Ria Mark." Her voice carries a playful tone as she emphasizes her name. "And you are?" She asks curiously, leaning slightly forward in her chair. The movement causes her cleavage to briefly peek out from the v-neck of her blouse, drawing his attention again.
Ria, wow, your name is very beautiful, but I think there is something more beautiful than your name, which is you.
"Well," she says with a small laugh, "thank you." Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as he compliments her appearance; it's been such a long time since anyone has paid her such genuine and heartfelt praise. She glances away briefly, feeling awkward under the weight of his attention but unable to deny that she enjoys it too. "So," she says, trying to shift the focus back to business, "do you have any other questions or concerns I can help you with?"
As they continue their conversation, Ria finds herself growing increasingly captivated by Mayar's youthful energy and charm. She struggles not to imagine what it would be like to work more closely with him... or perhaps even outside of a professional setting. The thought alone sends a wave of longing through her body, making her heart race faster.
Her mind wanders as they discuss legal matters,
Sorry to leave you with my own question but can I know how old you are?
She smiles and shrugs lightly. "I'm 26." She says softly, watching him carefully for his reaction before continuing, "What about you? I assume you're in college or something?" There is no denying the curiosity in her tone. As she awaits his reply, her heart begins to race slightly at the thought of potentially spending more time with this intriguing young man.
I told you before, my name is Mayar and I'm 19 years old. So you're 26, I'm shocked now because you look 18, maybe because of your stunning beauty and overwhelming femininity.
Her cheeks heat up even further at his compliment, a soft blush spreading across her face and neck. "Well," she says, attempting to play it cool but failing miserably, "thank you." Her eyes flicker down briefly before lifting back to meet his gaze; she can't help but notice how he's looking at her with such intensity that it makes her feel slightly breathless. A warm shiver runs down her spine as she realizes just how attracted he is to her and wonders what might happen if they were ever to act on those feelings.
As they continue talking, their conversation grows more flirtatious by the moment; she finds herself leaning forward eagerly, drinking in every word from his lips. Their hands brush against each other innocently at first - a shared laugh over some joke or a casual gesture of agreement - but soon enough, those small touches are becoming more
I stand up and extend my hand to shake hers: “Then I have to go now. I am honored to meet you, Mrs. Ria. I hope you will accept me for the job.” (I give her a piece of paper with my number on it) “And here is my number. If you accept me for the job, call this number.” (I wink at her and smile) “Goodbye.”
Her heart skips a beat as Mayar stands up and extends his hand to shake hers. "Of course," she says breathily, the softness in her voice betraying her true feelings. She lets their hands linger for a moment longer than necessary before reluctantly disentangling them. Her cheeks flame even brighter as he gives her his number and winks at her, an entirely new level of confidence emanating from him now.
With one final smile, Mayar turns to leave the office. Ria watches him go with a mixture of longing and surprise; she hadn't expected their meeting today to leave such an impact on her. As he disappears from sight, she quickly pulls out her phone and enters his number into her contacts list before locking it away in her desk drawer for safekeeping.
Her breath comes faster now, her chest tight with desire and anticipation. The
(This evening)
His presence lingers in the air long after he's gone. She can still feel his gaze on her, tracing every curve of her body with hunger in his eyes. Her skin tingles where their hands touched, aflame with desire for more. With a shaky breath, she focuses on her work once again - but thoughts of Mayar continue to dance through her mind like an untamed fire.
(the next day)
Her mind still reeling from the encounter with Mayar yesterday, she dresses for work in one of her favorite outfits - a form-fitting blue dress that hugs her curves and accentuates her cleavage. The sensation of his touch and the memory of their flirtatious banter are imprinted on her skin, igniting a fire within her all over again.
With butterflies in her stomach, she arrives at the office early, hoping to catch a glimpse of him before their meeting. As she waits for his arrival, she glances around furtively, feeling both excited and nervous about what might transpire today. The thought of being alone with Mayar sends shivers down her spine in the best possible way.
I knock on her office door and enter confidently with a cold and serious expression. I stand in front of her desk confidently and say: Hello, Mrs. Rhea. I was waiting for your decision, but you didn’t call me to tell me whether you accepted me for the job or not. So I decided to come myself and find out your decision: Did you accept me for the job or not?
Her heart leaps into her throat as Mayar confidently walks in with a cold expression, asking about the job. She can't help but feel disappointed that he didn't call or try to see her outside of this setting. "Ah, hi Mayar," she says softly, trying to keep her composure. "I meant to call you earlier today, but I've been swamped with work."
Taking a deep breath, she continues, "As for the job offer, I have decided to give it some thought and discuss it with my husband first. We will get back to you as soon as possible." Her voice trails off as she looks into his eyes, searching for any hint of how he feels about her decision.
With a cold and serious expression, I stand in front of her table confidently and say: When will you call me to tell me your decision?
"I apologize for the delay, Mayar," she says sincerely. "We usually discuss such matters over dinner tonight, and I'll call you as soon as we've finished." Her tone remains gentle and understanding despite his cold demeanor. She wonders if perhaps he's nervous about how her husband might react to their meeting yesterday, or if there's something else going on beneath the surface that she doesn't know about. Either way, she can't help but feel a connection with him, and she hopes that it will only grow stronger in the days to come.
With a cold and serious expression, I stand in front of her table confidently and say: I will wait for your call at 10 pm. Is that okay?
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of talking to Mayar again so soon, but she manages to keep her expression neutral. "Yes, that's fine," she replies softly. "Thank you for your patience." She watches as he turns to leave, his broad shoulders and toned back visible through his jacket. A shiver runs down her spine at the sight of him, but she quickly composes herself before returning to her work for the rest of the day.
As the clock ticks closer to 10 p.m., she grows increasingly nervous about their upcoming conversation. Will they be able to keep things professional? Or will the chemistry between them prove too strong to resist? Only time will tell.
You call me at 10, while we're talking on the phone: Hello, Mrs. Ria. I was waiting for your call. So, what did you decide?
Her heart races as she listens to his voice on the other end of the line. After a moment's hesitation, she speaks softly, "Well, Mayar... my husband and I have discussed your application, and we both agree that you would be an excellent addition to our team." She pauses, allowing the words to sink in before continuing cautiously, "However, he has some concerns about potential conflicts of interest with your current job. We'd like to propose a solution where you continue working part-time at your current position and dedicate the rest of your time to us."
There is an awkward silence on the line as she waits for his reaction. Her cheeks flush when she realizes that this might not be what he wanted to hear after their meeting yesterday.
While we're talking on the phone: How? I don't understand what you mean.
"I'm sorry if I wasn't clear," she apologizes quickly. "We want you to work for us part-time while still maintaining your current job." She hesitates, unsure how he will react to this news. "It would be a great way for you to gain experience and grow within our company without compromising your current position or income."
There's another long silence as she holds her breath, waiting for his response. Will he accept their offer or push for something else? The anticipation is killing her.
While we're talking on the phone: What's the nature of the work?
"You'll be assisting with various tasks related to business development and client relations." She pauses, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "Your unique perspective as both a client and an employee will be extremely valuable to us." She waits anxiously for his response, her heart racing in her chest.
While we're talking on the phone: Okay, I'm good. How about we talk about something other than work? What do you think, beautiful Riya?
"Sure," she says with a soft laugh. "What would you like to talk about?" Her voice carries a hint of excitement as she wonders what they might discuss outside of their professional relationship. She listens closely, eagerly awaiting his response.
While we're talking on the phone: Maybe about your enchanting beauty that I've never seen a girl possess.
A warm blush creeps up her cheeks at his compliment, and she finds herself struggling for words as he praises her beauty. "Why, thank you... Mayar," she finally manages to say with a slight giggle. Her heart flutters wildly in her chest; she can feel the attraction between them growing stronger with each passing moment.
The line remains silent for a few moments as they both wrestle with their emotions, the chemistry crackling over the phone line like static electricity. Suddenly, Ria feels bolder than ever before and decides to take matters into her own hands. "Do you want to get together sometime," she asks hesitantly, her voice low and seductive, "outside of work? Maybe grab a drink or dinner?"
There's another long silence, filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing. Finally, Mayar breaks it with
While we're talking on the phone: Does your husband mind or won't you tell him?
Well, I've always been open with him about the things that happen at work and my interactions with colleagues, so it won't be a surprise if we meet for dinner or drinks. Plus, he knows how much I value your professional opinion and the work you do, so I don't think he would mind. Would you like to get together sometime soon?
While we're talking on the phone: Yes, of course I want to. I want to go out to a cafe or something sometime. But now what are you doing while you're talking to me?
I'm actually at my desk right now, finishing up some paperwork before heading home for the night. If you tell me what time works best for you, I can meet you somewhere after that?
Her heart skips a beat as she imagines spending more time with Mayar, and she tries to keep her voice steady and professional despite the intense desire welling up inside her. She focuses on her typing, eagerly awaiting his response.
While we're talking on the phone: What? It's 11 PM now. What are you doing in your office at this time?
I got carried away with work and lost track of time. I'm sorry about that, but we can still meet tonight if it works for you. What time do you suggest?
While we're talking on the phone: I'm going to come to your office and help you finish your work, do you mind?
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest at the thought of Mayar coming to her office. She bites her lip, fighting back a nervous giggle as she wonders what kind of "help" he might have in mind. The idea of spending more time alone with him is positively intoxicating.
"That won't be necessary," she manages to say, trying to sound professional despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'll finish up here as quickly as I can and then we can meet."
While we're on the phone: Don't be naive, I'm on my way to your office in five minutes and I'll be there for you, bye (hangs up)
Her heart races as she hears the line go dead and realizes that Mayar is serious about coming to her office. She bites her lip, uncertainty washing over her. Should she really let him help her? Or would it be better to meet somewhere else first? The thought of spending time alone with him, even in a professional setting, fills her with anticipation and desire.
Deciding not to waste any more time debating the matter, she quickly finishes up the last few tasks on her desk and tidies the area around her. She grabs her coat, keys, and purse before hurrying out of her office and heading down the hall in search of a suitable meeting spot. As she waits for Mayar to arrive, her heart pounds erratically in her chest and butterflies dance through her stomach, making it impossible for her to concentrate on anything else.
While we're on the phone: Don't be naive, I'm on my way to your office in five minutes and I'll be there for you, bye (hangs up)
Her heart pounds in her chest as she hangs up the phone. The thought of Mayar coming to her office sends shivers of excitement down her spine. She tidies up her desk quickly, making sure everything is in order before getting out of her chair and straightening her skirt. Standing tall with a confident smile on her face, she waits by the door, wondering how long it will be before he arrives. The anticipation is nearly unbearable.
As the seconds tick by, she begins to wonder what exactly Mayar intends to do when he gets here. Despite their flirtatious banter earlier today, there's something different about him now; his tone is firm and commanding, almost as if he believes she needs his help. The thought thrills her in a way she can't quite explain.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she hears the click of
Open the door and come in, smile and look into her eyes: I came to help, beautiful Ria
Her heart skips a beat as the door opens and Mayar walks in, his eyes fixed intently on hers. Despite herself, she can't help but smile at his insistence that he came to help her. "Well, thank you for coming," she says sweetly, stepping aside to let him pass.
As he approaches her desk, she takes a step closer, feeling the heat radiating off of his body and instantly growing flustered under his intense gaze. His presence fills the room; it's as if they're the only two people in the world right now. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she asks, "So, what do you think I need your help with?"
Her breath catches in her throat as Mayar leans forward, placing his hands on either side of her and trapping her against the desk. His face hovers just inches from hers; she can feel his warm
Take a step closer to her and she takes a step back. Smile and look into her eyes: Do you really want to know this?
Her heart skips a beat as Mayar takes a step closer and she instinctively takes a step back, feeling her back collide with the door behind her. His gaze bores into hers, making her feel exposed and wanton beneath his intense scrutiny. Biting her lower lip, she nods slowly, inching closer to him despite herself. "Yes," she whispers. "I want to know what you think."
Her breath hitches as he leans even closer, their bodies just barely touching now. His hands slide from the desk, skimming up her arms and coming to rest on her shoulders, where they hold her gently but firmly in place. "Then
While I pin her to the wall, I kiss her passionately and put my tongue in her mouth: I love you, Riya.
Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the weight of his lips against hers. She parts her lips and lets out a soft moan, tasting the sweetness of him. Her hands slide up his chest, tangling in his hair, as she returns the kiss with equal passion. "I love you too," she whispers against his mouth, feeling a surge of desire course through her.
As their lips remain locked together, they lean closer still, unable to get close enough to each other. Her body arches into his, grinding against him in silent invitation, and he responds with a groan. "You're driving me crazy," he breathes against her neck before trailing kisses down to her collarbone.
I hug her tightly and whisper lustfully on her neck: How about some fun? (Lick her neck lustfully)
Her heart races as his warm breath caresses her neck, and she shudders with desire beneath his possessive touch. "Yes," she whispers, tilting her head to give him better access. The lick of his tongue sends shockwaves through her, heightening every nerve ending and making it impossible for her to think about anything but the moment they share together.
With a sigh of surrender, she reaches up to wrap her arms around his neck, drawing him even closer as their bodies move in perfect harmony. She can feel his erection pressed against her, and she arches into him with a moan, aching for more of his touch. "Take me somewhere private," she whispers urgently against his lips.
I carry her lustfully and put her on the couch in her office and close the door. While in each other's arms I take off my pants and shirt, revealing my muscles and my giant, long, erect cock: So do you want help taking off your clothes?
Her heart pounds in her chest as he carries her to the couch, closing the door behind them with a soft click. She watches eagerly as he sheds his clothes, revealing his toned body and impressive erection. "That doesn't sound like you need any help," she teases, blushing slightly at the sight of him so exposed.
Closing the distance between them, she trails her fingers over the defined muscles of his chest before moving lower, cupping his erection through his boxers. "But if I did help," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry, "would you like that?"
While I am naked in each other's arms, I tell her: I love you, I will not take off your clothes (I grab her shirt and slowly take it off, revealing her big and beautiful tits) Oh my God, you have a charming body, let's continue (I approach her pants and my eyes are fixed on her eyes and her tits, I take off her pants and look at her pussy) What a wonderful, pink pussy, it looks perfect and delicious (I approach her lips and kiss them lustfully)
Her heart skips a beat as Mayar slowly undresses her, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of her body. As he takes off her shirt and pants, she feels impossibly exposed beneath his gaze, but at the same time more aroused than ever before. When he kisses her passionately, she moans into his mouth, arching her back to bring their bodies closer together.
"Oh god," she gasps as he kneels between her legs and looks at her pussy. Her breath hitches in anticipation of what's to come, and she tightens involuntarily around his erection, rubbing herself against him in an effort to ease the ache growing inside her. "Please," she whispers, looking into his eyes pleadingly. "I need you."
While we are naked in each other's arms, I say to her, I put my hand on her cheek and lick her nose lustfully: Do you want to taste my cock and suck it?
Her breath hitches as he speaks, and her gaze dips to his impressive erection. She swallows hard, feeling her mouth water at the thought of tasting him. "Yes," she whispers, reaching out a trembling hand to wrap around him. "I want to taste you." With a fierce hunger in her eyes, she lowers her head and engulfs his cock with her lips, sucking hungrily as he fills her mouth.
Her hands slide up his thighs, feeling the rough skin of his legs beneath her fingers. She moans around him, wanting more of him. "Fuck," he groans, pushing her head further down onto his cock with one hand while the other tangles in her hair, holding her still. "You're so good at that."
While we are naked in each other's arms, I say to her, I put my hand on her head and pull my cock out of her mouth: That's enough, let me put my cock in your pussy, spit all your saliva on my cock
Her mouth filled with the taste of him, Ria moans at the loss of contact as he pulls his cock free. She watches eagerly as he positions himself between her legs, feeling the head of his erection press against her opening. With a harsh thrust, he pushes inside her, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion.
Her eyes slide closed as she feels him stretching her, filling her completely. Her hands grasp at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she arches into him, desperate for more of his heat. "Oh god," she gasps, every nerve ending on fire as he begins to move within her.
Her hips buck up against his, meeting each thrust with equal urgency. With a groan, she wraps one leg around his waist, deepening the connection between them even further. As their bodies meet in a frenzied rh
While we are naked in each other's arms I tell her, I am fucking her hard and fast, it is very enjoyable. I put my hand in her mouth while fucking her: Suck my fingers passionately, I want to feel your hot tongue
Her pleasure heightens as he fills her mouth with his hand, the taste of him sending shockwaves through her body. She sucks eagerly, moaning around his fingers as she feels him thrust deeper inside her. Her hips buck up against his in time with his movements, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Her nails rake down his back, leaving red lines on his skin as she arches into him, begging for more of his dominance. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of her is exquisite, each stroke sending a jolt of ecstasy through her core. With a helpless moan, she surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins, giving herself up to the rhythm he's set.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their movements become more frenzied, and she can feel the familiar tightening
While we are naked in each other's arms, I tell her, "Ejaculate in her pussy." I pull my dick out of her pussy and we hug each other tiredly: "You are amazing, my love."
Her body arches in response to his demand, and she feels the rush of pleasure washing over her as her orgasm crashes through her. She gasps his name and tightens her legs around him, clenching around his erection as she releases a shuddering moan. As he pulls out, she's left feeling empty and aching for more, but there's something reassuring about the way he holds her close afterward. She looks up at him, breathless from their lovemaking, and smiles weakly. "You are amazing too," she whispers before closing her eyes, savoring the warmth of his embrace.
While we are naked in each other's arms, I say to her: Good night.my love
Good night, Mayar, she murmurs, her voice still heavy with satisfaction. As the warmth of his body presses against hers, a contented smile spreads across her lips. Closing her eyes, she drifts off to sleep in his arms, their breathing slowly synchronizing as they both give in to the peaceful exhaustion that only comes after an evening filled with passion and connection.