The Office

It’s late, most offices and cubicles are empty as most everyone has gone home.  I walk along the dark offices, light from the hall way spills into most of them, the contrast telling me it’s even later than I thought.  I get to my lover’s office.  She is deep in thought, working on something important and not paying any attention to me.  I stare at her for a moment.  I like the way her hair hangs about her face and shoulders.   The off-white blouse she is wearing is mine.  I love the way it looks on both of us, but right now, I am fascinated by the way it lays and gives hints of her physique, her shoulders, her waist, her breasts.  I smile as I think about her without the blouse.  The pleasant memory brings with it a small, warm wave of deliciousness and yearning. 
I wait patiently thinking that she will look up, but she is intent on her work.  She slowly turns in her chair, her back to me.  A delightful thought crosses my mind.  I look to make sure no one is around.  We have been tormenting each other all day, chatting on our computers about this or that and about kisses and hugs occasionally peppered with promises of licks and nibbles to come.  I slowly enter her office, closing the door as I do, not all the way, but enough to keep wandering eyes out, careful not to make a sound.  I start to move, careful not to draw her attention.  My deviousness surprises even me and my heart is pounding in my chest.  The beats fill my ears and I think she will hear me before I get to her.  
Another part of our lives together revolves around daring the other to a bit of recklessness, urging the other to be a little more daring.  We acknowledge that we are being totally irresponsible, possibly risk getting caught, suffering undue exposure and quite possibly other consequences.  We rationalize that what we do is not so overt, that we cannot get caught.  We are driven to do more each time.  Increasing the risk and heightening our excitement.  Both of us are wearing knee length skirts with nothing on underneath.  The skirts are not so opaque as to start tongues wagging.  As I walk, I am reminded of this by the air on my bare thighs and sex.  Each step I take also causes me to become more aroused, more excited and, consequently, a bit more wet. 
I am emboldened by her utter and complete focus.  Usually when she is like this, I can stand right besides her, saying her name and not draw her attention.  I have started this walk, unsure of where it will take us, all sorts of wild ideas fleetingly crossing my mind.  As I get closer though, her perfume increases my desire.  I wonder what to do.  Finally, I come to a stop right behind her.  I can see her shoulders rise and fall as she breathes.  I close my eyes and inhale deeply.  I love her perfume and sometimes wear it for her.  Now, because I am about to attack, the rich texture provokes erotic memories.  I become more excited.  I remember where we are and briefly wonder if she will find this as exciting as I do or if she will be totally aghast that I should act so boldly. 
Slowly, ever so slowly, trying not to distract her, I start to reach around her.  I lean in closer; her head almost nestled between my breasts and lower by mouth to her ear.  She sighs.  It is a deep sigh, one that I have heard before.  It is filled with anticipation and longing.  I look at her computer screen, see our reflection, see that her eyes are closed and that she is smiling.   She gently leans back against me, her action tells me that she has an inkling of my intentions and is receptive.  Emboldened, I slide my fingers over her shoulders, down her arms and pull her closer, strongly holding her to my chest.  I whisper softly in my best gangster voice.  “Do not fight me.  Remain calm and be quiet.”  I feel a slight nod.  I tell her not to turn around, if she looks at me, I will have to harm her.  Another nod.  She inhales deeply. 
I raise a hand to her face and slide fingers down her cheeks, down her neck, down her chest.  I watch her reflection.  She keeps her eyes closed.  My hands come to a stop on her breasts.   I cup them both in my palms.  I gently massage them, rolling my fingers across her breast. I start by increasing the pressure from my little fingers, release it, increase the pressure from my ring fingers, release it, increase the pressure from my middle fingers and so on, rolling my fingers across her breasts several times.  I remember the feel of them naked, I long to feel them that way again.  I look around once more to satisfy myself that no one is watching.  Slowly I unbutton her blouse and pull it open, not off.  If someone comes in I will step in front of her, to protect her; but now, her blouse is open enough to allow my hand to slip under it.  I reach across her chest and under her blouse, sliding my right hand under her bra, cupping her left breast, making sure I avoid her nipple.  I start to roll my fingers again.  A soft moan escapes from my lovers lips.  “Quiet!” I command.  
I nibble and kiss my way to her right ear, swirling, kissing.  I close my thumb and index finger and pinch her nipple.  I whisper in her ear that I want her that I am going to take her right there, right now and applying pressure to her nipple to accent my words.  More moans.  I warn her again to be quiet.  She nods.  Her breaths are uneven and ragged.   
I move down her cheek and back to the nape of her neck.  I massage her breast as long as I can and slowly withdraw as I move around to her left ear.  I move my left hand down her chest, slip it under her shirt, under her bra and cup her right breast.  I love the feel, the texture, the weight.  I start to roll my fingers and massage her breast.  She has anticipated this and is arching her back, forcing her breast into my hand.  I am the aggressor here.  I have to remain strong but I feel a weakness growing in my legs due to my excitement.  It is pulling energy from all over my body and focusing it in my sex.  I flex the muscles in my legs and abdomen, closing my thighs.  I know what I need to do next.  
I remove my hand and slowly rotate her desk chair.  She is beautiful sitting there.  I kneel before her and gently slide my hands under her skirt, along the outsides of her thighs.  “No” she murmurs plaintively.  I know she is worried about someone coming in and finding us.  I get up to close and lock her office door.  She has spread her legs by the time I kneel in front of her again and slid her ass along to the edge of the chair.  I see that she still has her eyes closed.  Whether she looked or waited for the click of the lock I don’t know.  All I do know is that I want her, that I want to bring her pleasure.
I slide my hands under her skirt again.  This time my fingers gently float along the tops of her thighs.  I know she is not wearing any underwear.  We dressed together this morning and have been teasing each about it all day.  I slowly rotate my hands along the tops of her thighs.  She shivers a bit as I touch her inner thighs.  I don’t stop until my hands are on the bottoms of her thighs.  I pull my hands back to me, gently teasing, again rolling my fingers so that sometimes all or just one or two fingers are touching her.  When my hands get to her knees I repeat the movement.  Sometimes I switch to finger nails and rake them along her soft skin.  Occasionally I am rewarded with a twitch of her leg, especially when I slide close to her sex.  Her hands are gripping the arms of the chair she is breathing deeply, unevenly and I know she is becoming more excited.
I start my hands on the outside of her thighs this time and start to return on the insides this time.  She lifts her legs in response to my touches and spreads them wider.  I know what she wants, but not just yet.  I repeat this a couple of more times, probing just a bit deeper, reaching the tops of her legs, not touching her sex and tantalizing her even more.  Her skirt is high up on her thighs and I can see her clean shaven sex.  It reacts to the convulsing of her muscles.  Lips separated her clit hard.
As my hands get to her knees I replace my hands with my mouth and kiss and lick the insides and tops of her thighs.  Long slow licks, sensual kisses, gentle bites, switching from leg to leg, side to side.  I slide deeper along her legs.  Almost to her crotch I stop and ask if she wants me to continue.  “Please,” she says.  “Are you sure?”  “Please don’t stop.”  Are you worried that someone will come knocking?  “No” she says and thrusts herself towards me.  I push my face deep between her legs and reaching as far as I can with my tongue, I drawing it up, slowly, lovingly, towards her clit.  I suck the skin at the top of her sex into my mouth and suck and tongue and roll the skin, pulling her clit closer to my lips, but not touching it.  Her moans are coming faster and louder.  She murmurs, prodding me to do it again, to use my fingers, to put them in her. 
I love the taste and smell of my lover.  Her scent drives me crazy, the smell of her wanting sex would drive me to do anything to please her.  With love and lust I lick again and again, thrusting my fingers into her.  Her juices are flowing now and I savor my reward.  I take pleasure in giving pleasure and my clit aches, I want to rub it to release some of the tension I am feeling.  But I don’t, preferring instead to use them on my lover. 
I start another long lick.  She has been paying attention and thrusts her hips at just the right time driving my tongue deep within her.  I wiggle my tongue and reward her for her trick.  I push and wiggle and move my tongue all around.  I gently spread her lips to give my tongue better access.  Around and up and down and in and out, my lover is excitedly moving her hips and I am trying my best to keep my tongue in contact with her.  She jerks and thrusts her hips forward and tips them so that my tongue touches her clit.  More moans.  I lick her clit as she wants and thrust a finger into her at the same time.  I find the ridges of her G-spot and massage in rhythm with my licks.  Again and again until her legs tighten against my head, her back arches and her movements subside into a tense posture as she comes.  
Slowly she loosens her legs.  I kiss and suck and thrust and nibble gently until I feel her pulling me up.  She bends to kiss me, licking my lips and face, enjoying her own juices.  She thrusts her tongue deep into my mouth and we moan together. 
After a bit I pull away.  “Let’s go home lover where we can do this all again.” 
She smiles and nods.