One night in the Office

I know that this has been a fantasy of yours for a while when we park in the street outside your office. Thankfully it's dark and fairly quiet at this end of town. I'm relieved that there aren't many people around, my heart is thumping in my chest at the thought of what we're about do and I'm certain any passer-by would see it written all over my face.

You take me by the hand and lead me inside the semi darkened building. It's eerie at night but your hand is comforting and I stifle a nervous giggle.

Even before the elevator doors slide shut you've pulled me to you and we kiss deeply. Your hand slides down my body, hitches up my skirt and slips between my thighs. You feel my breath on your neck as you put your lips to the skin on my shoulder and firmly bite me there. Your fingers slip past my underpants and into my warmth, you move your hand inside me, I hold onto your shoulders as my knees buckle and the elevator begins to ascend.

I moan and close my eyes, my finger tips digging into the muscles on your broad back. You quickly feel me swelling inside, hear my breathing change but you stop short of making me cum as the elevator comes to a stop.

Opening my eyes, I smile at you, laughing at the reaction you get from me. We tumble out of the elevator doors and you press me up against the opposite wall. I feel the weight of your body against mine and melt into you. I can feel your erection in your pants and grasp it hard with my hand. I look you in the eye, smiling cheekily as I wrestle with your belt and those damn buttons on your jeans. I push you back from me and drop to my knees as I free your gorgeous cock.

Holding the shaft in my hand I run my tongue from base to tip and look up into your face to see you watching me. I smile and then slip my lips around the head of your penis and draw you into my mouth. I can't fit you all in but my tongue delights in the softness of your skin. Eyes closed I focus on matching the strokes of my curled hand to the movement of my head. You grip my ponytail firmly with your hand. Before long you're pulling me to my feet, saying gruffly "I want to fuck you".

We push through the glass doors and our eyes fall on the small black couch at the same time. Without a word I push you towards it, you sit and quickly take off your shoes and socks. Kicking off my heels and slipping off my undies I keep my gaze on you. My breathing is quicker now; earlier it felt like a game but now I can't wait to feel you inside me.

We pull off your jeans and discard them carelessly. My hands on your shoulders I straddle your lap and kiss you hard. You cup my breasts through the fabric of my top and then pull it up and off to reveal the lacy black bra I'm wearing. A low moan escapes you and with your palm against my chest you slide your fingers inside the gauzy garment and give my nipple a squeeze.

My hand goes down to find your cock and I hold myself almost motionless above you while I run the velvety head up and back the length of my lips, caressing my clit and making me sigh into your mouth. You squeeze me through my bra then rake your fingers down from my shoulders making my back arch and my grip on your cock release. I kiss you again then, running my tongue across your lower lip, biting your tongue gently. Your hands on my hips press me down and I feel your cock slip between my labia and press deep into me. There is no hesitation. I want you inside me, I ache to be filled by you. I sit for a moment feeling you there, so incredibly close and hot, before I start to rock my hips.

The moan builds in my throat and escapes from my lips against your neck. I sit back to watch your face as you feel me surrounding you. My hands grip the back of the couch hard, giving me purchase to grind against you, your hands still pull down on me and you feel the motion of my hips back and forth in your lap.

The intensity builds quickly again, I've wanted this release since I got in your car out the front of my house. My body heats up, my breathing becomes sharper as I swell. You feel huge and wonderful in me. I can't meet your gaze any longer, I close my eyes tip my head back and give myself over to the sensations in my body. I cum suddenly, wetting us both and the couch below. Gasping for breath I clutch tightly to you as spasms flash through me. My voice rings out in the near empty space, echoing slightly but I'm not really aware of it. You kiss my throat and hold me close and smile.

I rock my hips once or twice more, slowly kissing your mouth before I stand up and pull you up also. That was great but it's done little to satisfy the urgency in me. I pull your shirt up over your head and drop it on the floor. You reach around behind me and flick my bra undone, as it drops you bring your mouth to my right breast and take the nipple between your teeth. Squeezing firmly, holding it in your hand you hear my sharp intake of breath and know my limit. Your other hand slides around me and un-does the tie on my skirt and suddenly we're both totally naked in this strange environment, standing close together amidst a puddle of discarded clothing.

You stand straight and again put your mouth to my neck, your fingers inside me, but this time you don't stop when my knees buckle and you feel me swell. You keep moving your hand, a sound escapes my mouth that is not quite a moan, not quite a scream and I'm bucking against your hand as fluid squirts out of me.

My eyes still closed, I reach down and grip your swollen cock. Sliding my hand along it's length I am once again delighted by the weight of it, the shape of it. I can picture in my mind the ridges and contours that I hunger for. I need to feel you inside me again, I open my eyes and see that you recognise that need in me.

You lead me through a nearby doorway towards a big conference table. Roughly kicking chairs aside you lay me back on the table top, I wonder briefly about the meetings that occur here during the day and whether tomorrow's attendees will notice the lingering scent of sex in the air but the questions are quickly chased from my mind when you spread my thighs and begin to lick me.

The cool surface of the table is a shock and relief against my warm skin. I arch my back as you lap at my clit and then run your tongue the length of my lips. Sliding a finger inside you tease me in there and out before withdrawing and letting your tongue snake down towards my anus. It feels wonderful with your head between my thighs and I'd happily take more of it but suddenly it's not enough for you.

You stand straight, your cock straining towards me. I push up on my elbows to see you better and as you lean forward to kiss me I feel you, right there, between my lips. Slowly, with the tilt of your hips, you push yourself forward and in until almost your entire length is buried inside me and I feel your body against mine. It's a smooth and delicious entry, the kind that makes me moan. For a few moments you're still, just being there and I love it. Then you lean your weight on me, pressing as hard and far into me as you can. You watch my face intently as my eyes roll back and I try my hardest to control my voice, to control my body.

With my legs wrapped around your hips and my bare heels resting on your bum I feel your slow movements, forward and back, each stroke mimicked unconsciously by the movement of your tongue in my mouth. All my nerves are tuned in to the sensations sweeping my body. Your pace quickens and each thrust fills me with lust and fire. My nails rake your back as I lift my hips to meet each deep and glorious movement, you will show me later where I have scratched your skin drawing blood and I will be apologetic but right now I'm so lost in the heat of you that I don't notice.

Our combined grunts and moans fill the space around us and sweat beads form, slick on my skin and on yours. I can't believe the need in me for you, for this. It feels as though there are no longer two separate bodies in this room, just one thumping mass of limbs and lust.

All at once, when conscious thought is totally lost and all that remains is a vague sense of who I am, the dense fog of raw desire is split in two by the orgasm that wracks my body. I arch and tense beneath you, holding tight with all of my being to you. I feel your cock swell within me and just before I explode again I hear your ragged breath and the rough cry of your own orgasm. You fill me so completely. As the waves and spasms ebb away, I feel your weight over me and in me and I smile in the dark at the wonderfulness of it all.

You raise yourself to standing and pull me up, I sit on the edge of the soiled table and you kiss me and whisper that this has been better even than you'd imagined. We dress quickly in the foyer but my eyes scan the office and I see various locations that may need to be revisited on another nocturnal visit - your desk, the receptionist's chair and maybe up against the big window, a little shiver runs down my spine as the image of my breasts pressed against the glass while you fuck me from behind flashes through my mind.

We slip out silently and I can't help but smile, imagining you coming to work tomorrow, you'll laugh to yourself as your colleagues try to work out where the damp near the couch has come from. I squeeze your hand in silent thanks.