The Frustrated HR Director: A Consultant’s Advice on Overcoming Complications

It had been a few months since I’d left my old job, but I was back at the construction company as a consultant, tasked with wrapping up some high-stakes contracts. Angela, the HR administrator, was a woman I’d always been aware of, but never really interacted with. That was until I became a contractor, and she’d start dropping by my office to chat.

“Why do people avoid me?” she asked one day, a hint of sadness in her voice. I told her the truth: she was an absolute stunner, and people were intimidated by her role as HR director. She smiled, but I could see the tension in her shoulders ease.

“I guess I should be flattered,” she said, “but I’m just so frustrated. I’ve been wanting to…connect with someone here for a long time, but it’s all so complicated.” She glanced down, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m horny as hell, and I’d love to just be with someone, but…he’s married.”

I was taken aback, but I tried to offer some advice. “Maybe you should look elsewhere?” I suggested. She nodded, but I could tell she was still struggling.

Later that day, the rain forced everyone to cancel lunch, but Angela asked me if I wanted to grab a bite at the Longhorns anyway. We ended up going, and as we sat down at a table, the office called to say they were sending everyone home early. Angela was disappointed, but I was too.

We had a couple of beers, and as we sat there, I couldn’t help but think about the tension between us. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about her like that, but I just couldn’t help myself.

As I glanced over at her, I noticed her blouse was a little more open than it had been earlier. I looked, hard, and my eyes landed on the dark areolas peeking out from beneath her loose tank top. Her perfume was subtle, but it was enough to make me want to lean in closer.

She came over to my side of the desk, rubbing her tits on my shoulder. My dick started to stir, and I turned my chair towards her. She straddled my lamp, and as she leaned in to kiss me, I knew I was in trouble.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. She started to grind into my lap, and I could feel the speed bump growing beneath her.

She pulled her blouse off, and I was hit with the sight of her beautiful breasts. “I’m not worried about anything except your wife,” she said, reaching down to free my dick from its confines.

As she started to suck on me, I felt my entire body come alive. She was a woman with pure talent, and I was about to blow the roof off when I told her to stop for now.

She pulled off her skirt, and I dove straight into her wet pussy. She came almost immediately, and I continued to lap on her clit, finger her soaking wet pussy, and run my thumb on her bean at the same time.

She was in ecstasy, and I could feel her juices dripping onto my floor. I switched my hand around, driving my thumb into her pussy while putting my middle finger in her asshole. I rocked my hand back and forth, and she screamed for me to fill her up.

“Cum inside me, PLEEEAASSEE!” she begged in an almost animalistic voice. I pounded her across the desk, pulling her back again, and she just screamed with pleasure.

As things calmed down, she sucked every little drop of my cum from my dick and rubbed her pussy with a smile that only a satisfied woman understands. Her smile was now even more beautiful, with a hint of devilishness to it.

“We must do that again,” she said, as we left the building, forgetting what paperwork was so important that we needed to stay for.