I couldn't believe it when I saw her standing there, her body encased in a sleek, black latex dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. It was our annual office party, and the theme was 'Dare to Wear,' but I never expected my secretary, Lisa, to take it so literally. Her long legs were accentuated by sheer black pantyhose, and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, giving her an air of sophistication that was both intimidating and incredibly sexy.

As she approached me, a mischievous glint in her eye, I couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline. "Enjoying the party, boss?" she asked, her voice low and sultry.

"Absolutely," I replied, trying to keep my composure. "But I have to say, you've outdone yourself tonight."

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "I was hoping you'd notice."

The touch of her breath against my skin sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I should step back, maintain some professional distance, but my body had other ideas. I found myself leading her towards the secluded balcony, the noise of the party fading into the background as we stepped into the cool night air.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice teasing.

"Giving you the attention you deserve," I answered, turning to face her. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over her, making her look even more ethereal in her latex attire.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and without a word, she took my hand and placed it on her thigh. The smooth, cool texture of the latex sent a jolt of electricity through me. I traced my fingers up her leg, feeling the slight resistance of the material as it stretched over her skin.

"You like?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Immensely," I admitted, my voice rough with desire.

She smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips, and then she pulled me closer. Our bodies pressed together, the latex of her dress brushing against my suit, creating a whisper of sound that was almost as erotic as the feel of it.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she confessed, her hands sliding up my chest.

"What exactly?" I asked, my voice thick with anticipation.

"This," she said, and then her lips were on mine, her tongue darting into my mouth, exploring, demanding.

I responded in kind, my hands finding their way to her hips, gripping the firm curves through the latex. She moaned into my mouth, a sound that went straight to my groin, making my cock twitch with need.

Breaking the kiss, she looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. "Take me inside," she breathed, her voice a command.

Without hesitation, I swept her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her back into the office. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in a world of our own, where the only thing that mattered was the heat between us and the latex that bound us together.

As I laid Lisa down on the office desk, her legs still wrapped around my waist, the cool surface pressed against her back, contrasting with the heat of our bodies. The latex dress she wore was stretched taut, accentuating every curve, every contour of her body. I could feel her excitement, the slight dampness where our bodies met, a testament to her desire.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, my hands tracing the outline of her body, feeling the smooth, tight material that covered her.

She smiled up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and mischief. "I thought you'd like it," she said, her voice low and inviting.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, our breaths mingling, growing heavier with each passing second. My hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of her, from her thighs to her breasts, feeling the slight resistance of the latex under my fingers.

"I want you," she breathed against my lips, her hands reaching down to untuck my shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs.

I broke the kiss, my eyes locking with hers. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice rough with desire.

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "More than anything," she replied, her hand reaching between us, her fingers finding the button of my trousers.

With a deft motion, she undid it, her hand slipping inside, her fingers wrapping around my hardness. I gasped at the contact, my body responding instantly to her touch.

"You like that?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

"God, yes," I groaned, my hips thrusting slightly into her hand.

She smiled, her fingers stroking me, her touch firm yet gentle. I couldn't take it anymore; I needed more. I reached down, my hands under her thighs, lifting her slightly, positioning myself at her entrance.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes, please," she breathed.

With one smooth motion, I entered her, our bodies aligning perfectly, the latex of her dress making a soft, sensual sound as it stretched around us. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body arching towards me.

"Oh, God," she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure.

I started to move, slowly at first, then faster, our bodies moving in sync, the rhythm building, fueled by our desire. The sound of our bodies meeting, the slap of latex against skin, filled the room, a soundtrack to our passion.

"Harder," she begged, her voice urgent.

I obliged, my thrusts growing deeper, more forceful, my hands gripping her hips, holding her tight. She met each thrust, her body moving with mine, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her hands reaching up, her fingers entwining in my hair.

I could feel the tension building, the pressure growing inside me, nearing its peak. I looked down at her, our eyes locking, the intensity between us palpable.

"Come with me," I growled, my voice raw with need.

She nodded, her eyes closing, her body tensing, her release washing over her in waves. I followed, my own release crashing through me, our bodies shuddering together in a climax that seemed to go on forever.

We lay there, spent, our bodies intertwined, the only sound the raggedness of our breathing. I kissed her forehead, my heart still racing, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our passion.

"That was... incredible," she murmured, her voice soft, her eyes still closed.

I smiled, my hand stroking her hair. "It was," I agreed, my voice filled with contentment.

We stayed like that for a while, the world outside forgotten, our bodies cooling, our breaths slowly returning to normal. But as the night deepened, we knew we had to return to reality, to the world outside our passionate bubble.

I helped Lisa up, her legs a bit unsteady, her cheeks flushed. She straightened her dress, her eyes meeting mine, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Ready to face the music?" I asked, offering her my hand.

She took it, her smile widening. "As long as I'm with you," she replied, her voice filled with a mixture of mischief and contentment.

Together, we walked back out into the party, our secret shared, our passion ignited, our lives forever changed by the Latex Lust in the Office.