As you're concentrating on repairing a network problem, you hear the click
click click of high heeled shoes on the hard tile flooring outside your office.
As you hear the receptionist ask if the person has an appointment to see
you, you lift your head up from the computer screen and you wonder who might
be interrupting your morning's schedule. You didn't have any appointments
set up and you really needed to get this problem solved today so that you
could get these users back online.
"Oh, don't worry, he's expecting me, even if he doesn't know it."
You hear a musical voice talking back to the receptionist as if she is now
in charge. The poor girl mumbles something back about never knowing what's
going on from day to day and you hear the click click click come toward your
door.
As you sit with your back to the door, you decide that if it's not anyone
important, perhaps she will leave if you don't turn around. Your assumption
is quite wrong, however, and "she" enters the room and turns the lock.
"G'morning, Jim," she says. "I hate to interrupt you while you're so busy,
but I really think you have another problem that takes precedence over that
silly network of yours."
You sit back in your chair and pull your attention away from the words on
the monitor, but as you make a move to turn around to face her, she puts
her hands on your shoulders and blocks your turn.
"Oh, Jim.... you don't need to move a muscle. Let me do the work for you.
I can feel how tense you are," she says in that lilting, yet soothing voice
as her hands start to massage your shoulders. "Just relax, baby. Let me
take your mind off that computer problem and give you something else to think
about for a few minutes."
You're wondering who this woman is and what she's up to. But, since her
hands are already pressing deep into the muscles of your upper shoulders
and your back, you give in to her suggestion and let your body relax under
her skilled touch.
"Jim... we've talked about this.... your fantasy stories tell me that you
want something just like this to happen to you.... for you. We both want
the same thing. That's why I found out where you worked and came to see
you today. To help your dream come true."
She reached around to loosen your tie and slid it out from the collar of
your shirt. Then you felt her fingers at the buttons and as you raised
your hands to help her unbutton the shirt, she pushed them away.
"No, baby..... this is for you... you don't need to do a thing. Just relax."
Relax??? A strange woman has locked herself in your office and is removing
your clothing and she wants you to relax????
You close your eyes and she unbuttons the rest of the buttons as she leans
over your shoulder from behind the chair. You can smell her perfume; a heavy,
sweet scent. You can't place the name, but it seems to fall over both of
you as she leans down to pull your shirt up from the waistband of your slacks.
Her hands, soft and warm, slide down your chest and abdomen before returning
to your shoulders and neck. Repeatedly, she rubs your upper body and teasingly
begins to focus on your nipples. As her hands move across your now-hot skin,
she pauses as her fingers reach your nipples and she concentrates on them
for just a moment before moving on. As her fingers leave your hard nipples,
your back arches and a shiver goes down your spine. The absence of touch
begins to turn into an aching need. Everywhere her hands leave, your body
aches to feel them again.
She then turns your chair so that you are facing her. You can't seem to
will your eyes to open, though. As hard as you try, your eyelids fight against
your attempts at opening them.
"Jim.... just relax, lover... just lie back and keep your eyes closed and
feel and hear and smell....."
You do just that, and you feel her gentle touch at your belt. Unbuckling
it and then unfastening your slacks. You hear each notch in the zipper as
she unzips your slacks. You feel her hands pull your slacks down and you
raise your hips to help her. You feel the cool air in your office as your
cock is released from your ever-tightening briefs. And then you feel warm
air caressing it and you know without even looking that her face is close
to your manhood. Her fingers stroke the shaft lightly and your cock jumps
at the sensation.
Your senses are reeling. You feel her hot breath against the surface of
your cock as her fingers continue their manipulations. One hand stroking
up and down and the other hand reaching under you to cup your balls... to
gently roll them and pull them ever so lightly away from your body....
You try to will her to come closer to your cock with her mouth, but she seems
to know what you want and is making you ache with desire before giving in
to your mental pleading. Finally, you feel her hot breath at the head of
your throbbing shaft and you feel the light touch of the tip of her tongue
on the tip of your cock. It's electric. A jolt of sensation leaps from
her tongue to your cock and you moan with desire. You try to thrust your
hips forward so that you will slide into her mouth, but, again, you are unable
to move.
Her tongue touches every inch of your cock. Not exactly licking, but touching.
And you feel the desire burning in your balls... aching for release. She
is still holding your balls.... her fingertips exploring them as her tongue
is exploring your cock. Then, without warning, her mouth covers the head
of your cock and you feel yourself sliding into the warmth and comforting
wetness.
Her long, soft hair is tickling your inner thighs as she moves her mouth
up and down your shaft. Her tongue is working magical delights inside her
mouth. Swirling around the head of your cock, pressing against the tip
as she pulls her mouth back, snaking out to reach the base as she moves forward.
She reaches up with her free hand and teases your nipples back to hardness
again and again, first one and then the other. You feel shivers of delight
with each touch.
And your moans become longer and deeper as you feel your orgasm building
inside you. You ache for release and she seems to sense it and she pulls
back. This is NOT what you wanted.... you want to scream out, but you can't
even think clearly, let alone speak. But then you feel the soft silky touch
of her stockings on the outsides of your thighs and you realize that she
is moving up to your lap. You feel her skirt raise and it is then that you
give thanks for a chair without arms on it.
She straddles your lap and slides herself down until the tip of your cock
reaches up and touches the wetness that has been growing ever since she walked
into your office. She is ready for you and slides down, letting your cock
fill her hot, wet pussy. You feel the tight warmth clamp down on you as
her muscles squeeze you inside her. You can barely breathe.
She slides up and down on your pulsing cock and leans forward to lick your
lips with the tip of her tongue.... your lips open and you meet her in a
kiss as she continues to grip your cock with her tight pussy. She, too,
is moaning and she rides you like a woman possessed. She is finally giving
in to the need as well. Both of you are barely breathing, the air traveling
in and out of your lungs with the moans.
"Come for me, Jim. Come with me, baby," you hear her whisper through ragged
breaths.
That's all you needed to hear before letting loose with hot jets of pure
passion streaming up into her. Her body is overcome with her orgasm and
you feel her tighten on your cock and you keep spurting into her, unable
to stop.
Finally, you can breathe again, and she leans forward to kiss you soundly.
She stands up and moves back from your lap and you can hear the rustle
of her skirt as she slides it back into place.
"Let's do this again, sometime, baby. You know how to reach me."
You feel something soft and cool slide down over your chest, coming to rest
on your lap, cooling the hot skin as it slides down your torso.
"Lock the door behind me, lover. Wouldn't want just anyone sneaking into
your office, now, would you?"
You hear the lock turn and the door open and the last thing you hear as
you finally regain control of moving your body is the click click click
of her heels as she walks down the corridor. You open your eyes slowly
and look down on your lap to see a peacock blue satin scarf lying there.