Sometimes a little excitement in our lives is all we need to make things a little more bearable.
I received a text this morning from a fling I had a few weeks ago asking if I’d like to meet him in the city for lunch. I like him, he’s tall, handsome, has beautiful hazel green eyes and probably the most amazing smile I’ve ever seen. Even better, his mind is as twisted as mine is, so of course, I said yes.
We met outside his office building and went and got some food. Well, he got food, I got juice. He then took me up to his office about eight floors up and we sat alone together in the conference room at a large table. Sitting across from each other, we talked about work and our futures. He looked at me with that cute smirk that he has and gestured that I come to him. I walked over to him, sat on his lap and he gave me a hug, telling me everything was going to be ok and that he’d transfer his positive energy to me, because he was good at that, deliberately sounding cheesy. He makes me laugh, I love his wicked sense of humour.
His gaze caught mine and I could feel myself blushing, feeling my cheeks flush and smiling uncontrollably, he kissed me. And his lips, oh God his lips, so smooth and soft, merging perfectly with mine as his tongue swirled slowly around my mouth. I love it when a man knows how to use his tongue properly in a kiss. It was the most electrifying kiss I’d felt for a long time. He would move his right hand slowly, stroking my inner thigh, and when his hand would move closer to my hot spot I’d flinch in pleasure, and he would squeeze my leg and kiss me harder. At times we would pull away from the kiss just to look at each other, just to soak in the realness of the situation. His face is quite the visual feast in fact. Perfect skin, gorgeous eyes, perfectly sculpted facial stubble and a cheeky boyish smile that would knock any woman for six. I could feel myself begin to tremble and perspire from the heat between us.
I stood up, walked over to my jacket and handbag and said I should go so that I could let him get on with his work, knowing very well that once I get past a certain level of arousal, I stop at nothing to get my fix. As I put on my jacket and slipped my handbag on my shoulder, he stood in front of me, 6’3” tall, still taller than me in my stiletto heels, and asked for one last hug before I left. He then swept me up in his arms, kissing me passionately, moving his hands down to my ass and lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his torso. He walked me over to one of the benches against the wall of the conference room, setting me down at exactly the height of his hips. My heart rate increased along with my breath. His hands moved all over my body, from squeezing my hips, to caressing my face, to placing his hands around my torso and stroking the sensitive skin on my stomach. He moved one hand behind me and effortlessly unhinged my bra under my top, allowing my breasts to fall into his other hand, his fingers gently massaging my nipples. He moved his lips away ever so slightly, brushing them against the side of my face as he moved towards my ear. He would nibble and suck my ear lobe, then move down my neck, kissing my skin as he moved to reach my breasts, gently swirling his tongue around the piercing in my nipple.
He would grind his hips into mine, and I could feel how rock solid and warm he was. As he continued to kiss me, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and loosened the belt of his business trousers. After what seemed like at least half an hour of kissing, groping, grabbing and stroking, he asked, “do you want me?” I said yes, I want him. God I wanted him so badly. He smelt delicious and his scent seemed to drive me even crazier for him. I was panting and softly moaning as he put his hands on me, lifted me off the bench, slipped my jeans down to my knees and spun me round to face the wall.
I let out a gasp as he took me, then and there, in his office conference room, from behind and against the bench on the wall. I was so warm and wet from his kissing and touching, and his cheeky smile that indicated he knew exactly how much power he had over me, and that he knew he’d have his way with me. If someone walked into the office now, we’d both be busted. But the idea of getting caught made the heat that much more intense, and before I knew it, I had an explosive orgasm from his gentle fingers stimulating me. Sweat was beading on my face and waves of arousal gushing through me as I heard his groans of pleasure behind me. I was acting out a fantasy I’d been having in the back of my mind for a long time. To be taken by a tall, handsome stranger in an office on a desk.
The sound of laughter from his colleagues in a room close by made us wary, stopping in the heat of the act to put our clothes back on. He sat down at his desk while I caught my breath and pulled myself together, and I sat back in his lap, kissing him and talking to him about kink and fetish. The hours had passed so quickly that we both decided it was time I went back to my car and that he finish off his work. I gave him one final kiss, said goodbye and took the elevator to the ground floor. Walking out onto one of the main streets in the Wellington CBD, I couldn’t wipe the huge smile off my face at the thought of what had just happened. I walked back to my car in a euphoric state, smirking and humming to a raunchy song I’d put on my mp3 player.
I got back to find a $21 parking ticket for parking for over two hours over the limit, but it was totally worth it.
