Tokyo Tease by Luna Zega

right before he tugged on the fabric and caused my dress to fall to the floor.
    I stood before him in green lace panties.
    “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” I resisted the urge to cover myself.
    “Mmmhmm.” His hand slid from my navel to the moist area between my legs. His eyes widened when he realized the extent of my arousal. “ Anata ga on ni natte iru. You’re wet.”
    The warmth of his hand pressed against my soaking panties turned me on even more. I wanted him, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I reached for his belt. Showing as much finesse as he’d demonstrated with removing my dress, I unbuckled his belt. He shuffled, raising his hips so I could lower his pants to the floor.
    Black boxer briefs had never been sexier. His chiseled abs had a faint treasure trail reaching to the top of briefs that hugged his thick thighs. Black fabric outlined his erection. I had to feel him. Had to experience the sensation of his heat and hardness in the palm of my hand. Before I could act, he grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand against his erection.
    My palm sizzled.
    “Holy Moses.” I exhaled and savored the moment. He dropped my hand and let me have free reign.
    Without thinking, I caressed the length of his cock, eyes closed, as if committing the size, thickness, and heat of his erection to memory. Starting at his balls and stroking my way to the tip. Up and down, up and down.
    Pre-cum moistened his briefs.
    Up and down, up and down.
    Roughly, he grabbed my wrist.
    My eyes flew open. “ Nani? ” I asked. “What?”
    “Babe, there is too much I want to do with you to come in my shorts like a school boy.” Pushing me backward, he lowered himself from my desk and knelt before me. His hands circled my waist and slid down my ass. He pulled me close, cupped his mouth over the wettest part of my panties, and sucked. My swollen clit pulsated, turning me inside out. Then he licked me through the green lace and I shuddered.
    My body felt like all the blood had been replaced with helium. If he hadn’t been holding me, I would’ve floated to the ceiling. I stood before him shivering with pleasure. I reached to the waistband of my panties and was about to pull them over my hips, giving him more access to my swollen cunt, when he stopped me.
    “No, not here.”
    Startled, I came to my senses. The intensity of my arousal had blocked out reality, causing me to be oblivious to my surroundings. I stood, mostly nude, in a sea of cubicles. He picked up his pants, fumbled around his pocket for a second, and pulled out condoms and a key card.
    He stood and took my hand. “Come with me.” When I reached for my dress, he said, “Leave it.”
    Walking around wearing nothing but a pair of panties and three-inch heels would’ve made me uncomfortable in the privacy of my own home. Somehow, following a shirtless Kentaro through our offices didn’t faze me one bit.
    Muscles rippled along his back. His skin was as smooth and delicious as luscious, creamy milk chocolate. I wanted to lean into him and feel the warmth of my breasts melt into his back, merging completely.
    He led me past the break room and stopped in front of an office. He held the key card in front of the door. With a click, the door unlatched, and he pulled me into the room. For a split second, we stood in total blackness. A swishing sound indicated the door had closed behind us.
    Kentaro let go of my hand. “Stay here for a second.” He fumbled across the room. When he ran into a piece of furniture, he chuckled. “Almost there.”
    A few breaths later, he turned on a table lamp and a soft glow washed over the room. Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed the black, leather couches, the giant mahogany desk, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the park square below. We were in Mr. Takahashi’s office. Immediately, my hands covered my bare breasts.
    “Kentaro, we can’t do anything in here,” I protested.
    “Yes, we can.” His gaze locked with mine,