One of my superiors is a woman in her late 40s. Once or twice a week she gives an office presentation. Her presentations are pretty boring, but she is quite attractive for her age. Likely she was frankly stunning when she was in her 20s. Her hair is now graying, but her body is still taught, with nice curves. Whenever she speaks I end up not hearing her, and my mind wanders. I think about what it would be like if I was with her, somewhere nice, somewhere with green grass and wildflowers, and sunshine. I turn and look at her, and suddenly she notices the tension--our eyes meet. Then I simply grab her and kiss her, and tear her $500 charcoal gray jacket apart with my arms, and keep going at it until it was standing bare, her skin showing some signs of aging. I would then push myself deeply into her, and listen to her shut up about whatever it is she wanted to say, and simply cry out in pleasure, in pain.
As I sit in the chair I would feel myself getting hard, and smile a bit inside. I am looking at her still going on and on, and her loyal ass-kissers in the audience making a few clever remarks here and there.
I would pump her up, ride her, on top of her, grab her wrist and manhandle them, no matter how delicate they are. They are pinned on top the grassy soil, as I assault her, over and over again, and bring her to the inexplicable peak of pleasure, and eventually dump every drop of my power in her, as she shuts up helplessly underneath me. Then I take myself off of her, stand up, naked, towering over her, eclipsing the sun. I spit on her, and I feel the suffusion of pity and joy simultaneously as I see her lying on grass, wanting more.
The meeting is over. We better go back to work.