This choice: Misato's assistant Ritsuko barges in. • Go Back...Chapter #5Ritsuko Barges In by: Sly F You're letting out a loud, pleasured moan when Misato suddenly shushes you. She cocks her head to the side.
Now you hear the footsteps coming down the hall towards the office.
"Shit!" Misato says softly. "Shit. Shit. Shit."
You pull out of her and frantically grab your pants and underwear off the desk. As you struggle to get your pants on, one leg at a time, Misato is doing her best to smooth down her skirt and slow her breathing back down to a normal pace.
The door swings open as Misato's assistant, Ritsuko Akagi, barges in without even knocking first. You're still finishing fastening your belt while simultaneously slipping back into your shoes.
Ritsuko's eyes sweep from you anxiously fiddling with your belt to Misato's tiny red thong where it's been discarded on the floor. Misato tries to pretend not to notice that Ritsuko notices, while Ritsuko bites her lower lip and raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow in interest.
Ritsuko is another proud, beautiful Asian woman. She's slightly shorter than Misato. And slightly older. And significantly curvier. Her torso is shaped exactly like an hour glass; full round breasts, tiny waist and flat stomach, wide curvy hips. The tiny navy blue mini-skirt she's wearing can barely contain her fit, curvy ass.
Her jaw is heart-shaped, with a narrow pointed chin and full round cheeks. The wide "M" of her upper lip and thick "U" of her bottom lip are subtly pink and glossy. Her eyes are as deep and dark and mysterious as midnight, a prominent beauty mark drawing more attention to her left eye. Her silken hair is dyed a light-catching platinum blonde, the natural raven color occasionally peeking through, and cut in a trendy shoulder-length style. She's holding her glasses, sucking on one of the ear pieces in a way that is extremely suggestive.
In contrast to Misato's hip, youthful style, everything about Ritsuko's look is highly fashionable, very sophisticated, and extremely expensive. Her diamond-shaped pink earrings further enhance the subtle pink pop of her lip gloss. She'd spent as much on her crisp linen lab coat as some women spend on their wedding dress. She's wearing a royal blue, high collared, sleeveless blouse underneath. That tiny silk mini-skirt just barely drapes over her fine ass. Tight dark stockings show off the curves in her long legs below the skirt. Those heavy-soled black flats you could hear coming from a mile away. The frames of those eyeglasses she's currently deep-throating alone probably cost more than one of your car payments.
In contrast to her boss' childish demeanor, Ritsuko was more mature. More ambitious and driven. She knew exactly what she wanted. Even though right now she's relying on a really flimsy pretense of what she wants to get what she really wants. She's carrying a manila folder bursting with e-mails she has printed out physical copies of rather than just forwarding to Misato, pretending she needs her to take a look at them, all so she can have an excuse to barge in to this office and get closer to you!
"Hi, there!" Ritsuko says with a very friendly smile on her face, stretching out her arms as your cue to hug her. You embrace each other tightly.
Misato rolls her eyes indignantly, annoyed by Ritsuko's poor excuse to come in here and waste her time. Annoyed at the hug. Annoyed that you two were interrupted when she was just starting to enjoy you clapping her ass.
But Ritsuko's distraction works. As soon as Misato looks down at the e-mails, Ritsuko reaches down and firmly squeezes your butt.
You are so flattered and so turned on by the possessive way that she gropes you that you immediately return the favor. You run your hand down the curve of her spine, lift up the back of her skirt, and dig your fingers as deep into her smooth, supple ass cheek and squeeze as hard as you can.
For a second you remember Gina and feel a tinge of guilt. But you have been fantasizing about doing this exact thing every single time Ritsuko's walked by you. Now that you're finally kneading that sweet cheek meat with your fingers, it's everything you hoped for and more.
Ritsuko softly moans and whispers in your ear.
"Shame on Katsuragi, trying to get you all to herself."
You know it's only a matter of time before Misato looks up again. You give Ritsuko's ass a quick slap, looking down over her shoulder to watch it jiggle. Then you pull her skirt back down, savoring the opportunity to caress her perfect ass one more time as you smooth the skirt down over those firm round cheeks.
"Yeah," Misato says, tossing the folder down on her desk. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll look at them later."
Ritsuko turns around. You don't want Misato to catch you staring at the other woman's perfect posterior, but you can't help yourself.
Something falls to the ground.
"Oops!" Ritsuko says. "Dropped my pen. I'd better pick that up."
As she bends down to pick it up, she thrusts her ass out and pins you to Misato's desk with it. She deliberately wiggles her butt against your crotch, enjoying the feel of your insanely hard and throbbing erection
against her supple ass.
"Time to get my butt out of here. I'd better stop at the restroom on my way back to my cubicle," Ritsuko says, trying to be casual enough that it means nothing to Misato but flirtatious enough that it's a very clear invitation to you.
When she leaves and shuts the door behind her, you turn back to Misato and can tell she's been undressing you with her eyes.
"Now, where were we?" she purrs. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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