Executive Perks by Angela Claire

access, though Linda’s sweet smile over her shoulder as she ducked in ensured she planned to put it to better use.
    This was their first date, but the New York social life of twenty-somethings being what it was, he had fully expected to get laid tonight.
    Just not quite so soon.
    Following her in, he locked the stall door behind him, grateful to find that there was plenty of room to maneuver. Moreover, his date had already untied the black silk halter top of her dress and was half naked.
    Excellent. He’d have to make this quick, seeing as how he for one didn’t particularly get off on the risk of being discovered in flagrante , at a charity ball at which his whole family was in attendance no less.
    His date, on the other hand…
    “I like it a little kinky.” She’d leaned over and whispered in his ear at the table, making him stone-hard. Her hand had dropped in his lap for good measure and cupped his balls. “Let’s go find someplace. You’ll like it. I promise.”
    Not doubting her for a second, he’d found someplace.
    He loosened his tuxedo tie and smiled as he checked her out. Very nice. For all that she was a model, which ensured she hadn’t an ounce of excess poundage on her tall frame, he was pleased to note that as he had suspected, she had quite nice tits. Not full and heavy like Winston’s investment-banker babe, although that would have been quite enjoyable as well, but small and high like firm little apples. He took one in his hand, squeezing. Real too.
    The pearls she wore hung in a long rope against her now-naked chest down to her waist and he gathered a handful and ran them softly over first one small coral nipple and then the other. Reaching down, intending to pull her long skirt up, she beat him to it, wriggling out of the clingy material, pushing it down her hips and stepping out of it. His hands of their own accord shifted from the pearls and high little tits down to the silk of her crotchless panties.
    He laughed. “How convenient.”
    With her fashion-runway height and her four-inch spiked heels, Linda was as tall as his usually-much-taller-than-a-woman height of six-foot-four. They would be the perfect match for fucking against the wall. His hands went to his trousers, feeling the pleasant heaviness of an erection about to be satisfied, but she crossed her arms and held them up over her head, indicating he still had something to do.
    “Oh yeah,” he said, whipping his tie off and winding the black material around her wrists.
    “I like to be tied up.”
    “Yeah, I think you mentioned that.” Although he usually preferred to feel a woman’s hands on him when he fucked her, he was nothing if not solicitous and if she liked to be tied up, well, she liked to be tied up. He pulled the tie into a knot and smiled at the thought that she had described this as kinky. Not much into that kind of thing himself, he had seen his fair share of it in his attempts to be solicitous to the female sex, especially those members of it who he happened to be fucking at the time, and this was pretty tame as far as he could see.
    “Tighter,” she whispered.
    “Whatever you want, baby,” he assured her, complying and then pressing her tied wrists high above her head so that her compact tits bounced even higher.
    With her hands out of commission, he freed his own cock, ready to get down to business, but the sight of those shimmering pearls dangling down her bare chest gave him an inspiration. Glancing down at neatly clipped bush visibly wet from her excitement—he supposed she really did like to be tied up—he reached two fingers down just to make sure. Thrusting them up her slick pussy for a moment, he was surprised at how tight a fit it was, especially given her obvious experience. She moaned as he withdrew his fingers.
    “We need to loosen you up,” he murmured, lifting the string of pearls over her head and off, and running them down her sleek body until he reached the not-there crotch of her panties.