Katherine was brushing the creases from her dark gray pencil skirt as she walked into the board room. Only a few others had arrived before her. She looked around the room at familiar faces, smiling politely, until she locked eyes with Mr. Davis. Her fingers gripped her temples as a flood of images washed over her mind. The scenes were playing slowly and jumping from one to the next as she heard a concerned voice asking her if she was okay. She struggled to reply, nodding and mumbling something about a headache.

These images were unlike any she had imagined before. The actors were the same, herself and Mr. Davis, but they moved so fast she had a hard time holding on to them. She saw her own face in the throws of ecstasy, his muscled arms wrapped around her in positions she had only seen in movies. She felt a sudden rush of blood up her thighs and chills running down her spine. Abruptly she shook her head and opened her eyes. As quickly as the carnal onslaught had come it vanished. She remained quiet and inattentive for the remainder of the meeting.

The rest of the work day was quite unproductive. She had tucked herself behind her desk and made an effort to look busy behind her monitors. She made no eye contact for fear of another episode. It was almost 4 when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Without warning her mind once again became a theater of red delights. Starring role reprised by the man she had worked under for years. She heard him asking if she was okay again as she watched her take him in her mouth. She fought off the barrage once again and rubbed her eyes before opening them. Avoiding his gaze she answered slowly that she was fine but might take the rest of the day off to deal with these headaches. He thought that was a good idea and offered to call a car. She accepted feeling it rather unsafe to drive in this state.

The ride home was without incident. She had just taken an Advil, extra strength, and sat down on the sofa when she felt it happen again. Alone in her apartment she felt less flustered, the rate of the sideshow slowed and she had time to examine each before it slid out of frame. She watched as her boss took her and treated her like a pornstar. He was in her mouth again but his hand held the back of her head as his powerful hips rocked and she gagged. Now he was behind her, hand wrapped in her hair, her blouse torn open and bra pulled up, skirt lifted to her waist. She could tell in her expression that he had just entered her. In the real world her hands moved as if of their own accord; left sliding up to her neck, the right unzipping her skirt before slipping in her panties. She pleasure herself as she focused on this inescapable fantasy. She came quicker than she had in years and quickly found herself rubbing again.

She didn't know how many times she had cum before the images stopped but her panties were soaked and her nipples so hard they ached. She managed to shower and make it to bed before sleep took her. Her dreams were vivid and allowed her little rest. Subconscious desire left her tossing and turning, hands running all over her long thin frame. She woke up as her alarm went off feeling just as tired as when she collapsed in bed. She ate a quick breakfast and was about to get dressed when it hit her again. She was getting used to it, and almost, enjoying it. She relished in the thoughts as her hands reached for items at the back of her closet. When she came back to she was dressed, but not like yesterday. Color flushed in her cheeks as she looked in the full length mirror. Deep red heels that she had impulse bought years ago. No pantyhose, just long bare pale leg. A shorter skirt, ruffled and black. A white blouse so thin you could almost make out her pointy pink nipples beneath. No panties or bra. She reached for the drawer and thought better of it. Panties would just end up wet anyway.

She took a car service in to work again without incident. In fact she made it all the way to her first break before she was surprised, but this time it was a call from Jeneanne asking her to come see Mr. Davis that surprised her. She was reassuring herself that he would just want to see how she was feeling as she walked to his door. She was suddenly aware of how very naked she felt, fabric brushing against her bare nipples, air moving freely up her legs. She knocked on his door and walked in. It was his turn to look surprised. Her appearance had always been very professional, this sudden departure caught him off guard. She watched his eyes run up her legs and linger before meeting her eyes. She watched as the all too familiar fantasies spilled out over her mind's eye, hands moving to the hem of her skirt. She heard him asking her something as if from very far away. Her long legs carried her to the chair in front of his desk where she sat, legs spread, skirt barely covering her.

She regained her vision just in time to see him walking around his desk, a look of disbelief on his face. She looked up at him and saw him fully realised from the visions that had fixated her. Her fingers playfully pulled up her skirt, revealing her smooth inner thighs and the bottom of her pink lips. She watched his eyes and face as he licked his lips. He moved to the door. She heard the lock click and she swallowed hard. She stood up and put her knees on the chair as he walked back to her. She pulled up her skirt as she bent over the chair. She stared out across his office but didn't see it. Her mind showing now what she hoped was a schedule of events. She felt his hands on her thighs and she let out a long breath. His tongue slid between her lips and she let in a short breath.

She felt her wetness spread down her legs as he licked her. His hands grabbing and spreading her ass, stretching her as the flicked her clit. She heard his belt and zipper and felt his swollen member slide between her thighs. Her juices quickly coated him as he moaned. Neither of them had said a word but the years of unconscious desire were clear between them. He groaned and she moaned as he entered her. She felt her pussy stretching, being filled by him. He buried himself deep inside her before reaching up and grabbing her neck. One hand ripped her blouse exposing small pale breasts and hard small pink nipples. One hand on her neck, the other squeezing her tits, he began to thrust inside her. She felt her legs shake and she knew she was going to cum. He slowed as she came but didn't stop, giving her no reprieve. She felt him throbbing and thrusting inside her. It felt so good, like it was all she wanted in this world.

She came twice more before she forced him back against his desk. She turned and kneeled before him, opening her tight pink lips wide and looking up at him. He smiled in disbelief once more as her brought her vision to life. She felt him start to cum as he fucked her mouth and she pulled back, hands stroking him, her eyes begging him to cum for her. She felt him shoot across her chest, and then again, and again. She milked him until just drops remained and then sucked those from the tip of his pink tip. She rubbed his cum against her skin, spreading it all over her chest, playing with her nipples as she coated herself. He pulled up his pants and began to regain composure. Katherine did up what buttons remained on her blouse. She moved to the door and turned the lock. She looked back at him, the same look of disbelief still on his face. "I think I'll be working late tonight" was all she said. She saw his smile and heard him murmur "me too" as the door swung solidly shut behind her.