Sex in a womans office...Here's an example story...Enjoy!
Sitting at your desk at work the office seems strangely
deserted. It seems that those that did not come in today,
are out doing something else. Anyway, you find yourself
alone with a mountain of work in front of you and your thoughts,
thoughts that continue to drift to riding the subway this
morning and seeing him. He just stood there, in front of
you and just looked into your eyes. When the train rocked,
so did he, brushing against your body. You remembered his
scent, a spicy aftershave that enveloped your senses bringing
you into his world. You remembered his eyes, deep blue,
gazing into yours. It was the deepest blue you had ever seen
and like his scent, his eyes pulled you into him. At one point,
when the train came to an abrupt stop, you found yourself
falling against his chest, wrapping your arms around his
neck and strong shoulders. His one arm came to wrap itself
against your body, pulling you tighter. Standing like
this, more like lovers embracing each other than strangers
on a train, you could feel his heart beating in his well-developed
chest. You were sure that he could feel yours. His breath
caressed your neck, his lips touched your ears and every
so gently it seemed as if he kissed you. After the light kiss,
he whispered, We will meet again, and soon. The next thing
you remember is the train stopping at his stop and him getting
off, leaving you with your fantasy.
The heat wave attacking the city is not making your day any
easier. The heat hangs over and envelops you like a warm
blanket. With the added humidity it starts to become uncomfortable.
You can feel the moistness of the air all over you body. Little
drops of liquid form on your chest and drip down between
your breasts. You become aware of each tiny drop as it travels
downward. Your body begins to respond to each new invasion,
these drops sending electric shocks throughout your body.
You can feel beads of sweat on the tops of your legs where
the stocking tops end. If it gets any warmer and you sweat
any more your clothes will begin to cling to you like a second
skin and you fear that everyone will notice that today you
decided not to wear any undergarments; you are naked under
you clothes. Thoughts that begin to question why you dressed
this morning like you did, silk blouse, short skirt, stockings
(no pantyhose) and no underwear quickly fade with the entrance
of a new visitor.
This afternoon he comes to your office. The first things
you see are the roses, fire red in color. The roses are beautiful
and their aroma fills your head with passion. Then you notice
his eyes, looking over the top of the dozen red roses, a deep
blue hue that once again pulls you to him. It is the man from
the subway train, and he is bringing you a dozen roses. As
he lowers the roses, the rest of his face comes into view
and you see his smile from beneath his beard. Now, instead
of the shirt he wore on the train, he was wearing one of the
companys uniforms.
It seems that he can sense your passion, sense that you were
previously lost in your thoughts. He looks quickly around
the room, reaching out to touch his finger to your mouth
reminding you to be quiet and quietly crawls under your
desk. The look on your face is that of surprise, and excitement.
What will he do? His strong hands grasp the arms of your chair
and he quickly pulls you into the desk so that he is completely
hidden and no one can witness what is about to take place.
.
You can feel his strong hands as he carefully unbuckles
each strap around your ankle and removes your heels, the
type that some people call Fuck Me Shoes. Starting at
your feet he touches, kisses, and begins to massage each
foot. Your toes curl, you lay your head back on your chair
in delightful anticipation. The feeling from this gentle
touch radiates throughout your body and you feel wonderful.
His hands move up your legs, gently so as not cause a run in
your silk stockings, and he rubs your calves. Being very
careful with your stockings, he continues to rub your legs,
climbing up higher to your knees. A soft sigh escape your
lips, and although you cannot see him, you are sure that
a smile has crossed his face. Your eyes remain closed. For
a moment his hands leave your legs and you feel the warmth
of his breath as you imagine he is lowering his head. A slight
chill hits you as you are feeling his wet tongue as he begins
to work his way up your legs; softly licking, kissing, and
continuing his gentle assault on your senses. He gets as
far as your knees.
You are still unsure about the events that are happing and
so your knees are tight together preventing him from going
any higher, but his assault does not stop. His kisses probe
at your knees, pushing and touching every nerve in your
beautiful legs. His hands gently pull your legs apart opening
up to him. You realize that you really didnt want him to
stop anyway.
More kisses and gentle stroking of your legs continue as
he works his way up your legs, now touching your thighs and
reaching the tops of your stockings. Not realizing what
you are doing, your hands move down and pull your skirt higher
giving him complete access. Now his warm breath is not filtered
by your silk stockings as his face lowers and kisses the
skin at the tops of your stockings. Sparks fly within your
being as you can now feel his soft beard on you skin. You pull
your skirt up a little more letting him go higher, you crave
him to go higher, you have reached the point where you now
need him to continue. At the top of your legs his warm breath
adds to the continued attack on your senses. It is hot. When
his lips again touch your legs another soft sigh escapes
your lips.
You are wet, excited, and in need of him to touch you, it becomes
his turn to tease. You are sure that the can sense your need,
the movement of your body, the ever present moans communicate
your what you desire, but he does rush. This begins to drive
you crazy, drives you higher in your passion. Your hips
move seeking out his tongue, his lips, his fingers, anything.
Your hands, once tightly clasped to your chair, now moves
under the desk and pulls on his head trying to get him closer
to you. You ache for his mouth. From above he can hear one
word, one tiny whispered word, Please.
Fingers continue to touch your skin, lips kiss your legs,
his hot breath is thrilling you beyond belief and again
you whisper the one word that signifies the urgency of your
need, Please.
Finally he gives in and allows you to pull his head into your
wetness. His lips touch you. A small squeal escapes your
mouth and quickly looking around the office you see that
you are still alone. Leaning back in you chair you begin
to enjoy what ever lies ahead. No longer are your legs tight
together restricting his access, they are spread as wide
as your desk will allow. Sliding your ass down toward his
invading tongue you give in to your urges and pull him into
tighter into your being. You are smiling.
His soft beard gently caresses the inside of your thighs
and your legs, once spread as wide as the desk would allow,
now tighten around his head, not willing to even entertain
the idea of him leaving. Your passion continues to soar
as his eagerness to please overcomes you. His lips brush
against your clit, tongue stabbing deep inside you, and
then he adds his fingers, letting them brush against your
wetness, probing, pushing.
Your breathing is becoming labored as you watch your chest
rise and fall with every breath. It is all you can do to restrict
your hands from ripping open your silk blouse and pulling
on your nipples. Your body cries out for pleasure, your
breasts are crying out for attention. Again, looking around
the office you see that there is no one here and so your hands
quickly unbutton just enough buttons to allow your hands
to reach inside your blouse. Hands now massage your breasts
and fingers pinch your nipples. They ache for this.
His tongue continues to lick, fingers continue to probe,
his lips suck you in, all at the same time. You are now out
of your mind with passion and your pleasure continues to
build. His lips, fingers, breath continue to work their
magic on your very being. You now are pulling at your nipples,
gaining that unique mixture of pain and pleasure that you
have grown to love.
Fingers, first one, then two, and finally three, begin
probing deeper into your being, and his ever present lips
continue to lick and suck. His teeth graze over your clit
and strokes of electrical pleasure rush through your body
with this new touch. Everything is happing at the same time.
You can feel his fingers probing deeper reaching inside
your being, driving your pleasure higher and higher. Three
fingers moving in and out. Over and over again those fingers
drive in and out.
.
Your hands continue their attack on your breasts; his lips
suck on you and fingers in you. You cannot hold back any longer
and finally you explode in pleasure. He feels you cum and
continues to keep the ride going though his constant licking,
probing, and sucking. His behavior drives you higher and
higher. Finally you reach a peak and you place your hand
in your mouth biting down so as to muffle the scream that
has been building inside you.
Gently he kisses you one last time before helping to lower
you skirt, straighten your stockings, placing your shoes
back on, and finally he crawls out from under your desk.
You cannot move; every nerve is tingling with passion.
He carefully removes your hands from inside your blouse,
buttons the loose buttons and smooths out the fabric. As
his hands pass over your breasts another peak is reached,
and you understand that the ride is not completely over
yet. Looking through glazed eyes you can watch as he leans
over and gently kisses your forehead and he leaves.
Minutes pass without movement. When you are finally composed
you look around and notice that the office is still empty.
The roses he brought are on your desk. Reaching out you take
the card from within the flowers. Opening the card there
is but two words, Until Tomorrow Settling back you smile,
thinking of more adventures to come.
|
|
