In their game of cat and mouse, she knew exactly where her power lay. She’d been playing with him for months when the opportunity came to take it a step further. As he passed by her desk in swift strides, she knew where he was headed. She’d been studying him all along and she was fairly confident she could read him well. She waited a few moments, looked around to see if any of their co-workers might suspect her departure, and then took the stairs down three floors to his favorite hiding place.
Why an architect would design windows in closets and storage spaces had always been a puzzle to her; in the broader picture of commercial buildings and offices, when so many require the sunlight for survival, why waste a window in a room whose soul purpose is to house paperclips, staples, and memo pads? But all of that was beside the point. She’d seen him enter that supply closet many times and stay much longer than expected for retrieval of a ream of paper. On one such occasion, she had awaited him to leave and then slipped inside.
Just as she thought, “Supplies” on the door meant exactly that. She wondered up and down the rows of metal shelves and cardboard boxes. On the last aisle, she noticed the row continued further back than all the others. Tucked oddly behind this last rack was a nook, approximately six feet square that was home to a handful of 5 gallon paint buckets and a few cardboard boxes. Whether these were here for maintenance purposes or whether they had just been left there by the construction crew she did could not determine; there were a lot of things that happened in an office building the size of this one of which many people were unaware.
She walked toward the space, curious what draw this room had for him. It was immediately apparent. A small window, measuring only a few feet, that looked directly onto one of the most beautiful roof top gardens she’d ever seen. Something like that didn’t just occur there in the concrete jungle. That garden was intentional. Filled with luscious greenery and vibrant color, she was suddenly entranced by the surprise of what she’d discovered.
No wonder he entered this room brisk and somber and then exited sometime later looking noticeably more content and focused. He’d found a peaceful place, and now she’d found it too. It was like opening a book and reading a page from his soul. She imagined him sitting there on those buckets recentering himself; she could see him enjoying this private paradise inside their steel entrapment. She felt immediately connected to him, she wanted to know him better.
After that day, she made sure she placed herself in more obvious places and spoke up during staff meetings. It began small and quiet; their eyes would meet, he’d give a small nod, or she’d smile with coy eyes and turn away. But over a short period of time they both noticed the increase in tension between them. Innocence left and curiosity took its place.
They had been handed several assignments that forced them to work together, or at least communicate regularly, and that had been helpful with the verbal banter. They’d learned a little about each other during that time. She’d just ended a long term relationship and he’d never known one. His serious eyes could turn instantly playful at times, then just as quickly shut her out again. Everything about this guy beckoned her to learn more, to invest herself in the knowledge of his depth.
So that day when he moved briskly by her desk, not giving a glance in her direction or even seeming to acknowledge other life forms in his midst, she couldn’t resist the temptation to follow. The elevators in their building were painfully slow, and she’d learned the stairs were a much more reliable passage between floors. She slipped into the supply room, anxiously walked the length of the room to make sure there was no one else present, and then took position in the first aisle behind the door.
A few minutes later the door opened and then closed. He made undistracted haste to the place with the view. She listened for his footsteps to cease before stepping from her place and locking the door. This rush came over her, like a little girl about to do something she knew would get her in trouble, but she just didn’t care. She’d wanted a chance with this guy for too long to let this opportunity pass her by. A huge smile spread across her face as she walked down the narrow path to where he sat, peering out the window.
She made it nearly to his shoulder before his head snapped in her direction. At first the look of startle, then confusion he said, “how’d you find me here?”
“I’ve known of your sanctuary for a while now, as I find serenity here myself from time to time. You looked stressed when you passed my desk.”
She stood still for a moment, her eyes fixed on his. Neither of them flinched. Slowly she took a step towards him. His gaze absorbed her and he gave no signs that he wanted her retreat. With those few steps it felt like time stood still. She breathed slow and deep. Something stirred inside her and she felt dizzy and wonderful all at the same time. “Take your chance,” she told herself.
Two more steps. She stopped in front of him. His face nearly in her belly, she slid off her heels and kicked them to the side. Now three inches shorter, his eyes cast up at her and his nose came even with her ample cleavage. She stood silently and he sat motionless. She was just beginning to wonder if she’d overstepped her boundaries when he threw his arms around her waist and buried his face in her chest. Her heart felt immediately lighter and she noticed a growing heaviness between her legs. Delicately, she ran her hands up his arms, across his shoulders, and up through his hair. She pressed her body back into him, signaling that she was good with his advances.
“Rough day?” she whispered in his ear. His soft moan was an affirmative and she pulled back just enough to see his dark eyes. She leaned in his direction, placing her soft lips on his left cheek near his ear. A second kiss edged closer to his mouth, and a third landed at the corner of his now partially open lips. For all her softness, he returned with forceful passion.
His strong arms still encircling her waist tightened as he pulled her straddled onto his lap. His hands reached from behind her and firmly grasped her head and he locked onto her, probing her mouth with his tongue. She felt engulfed and powerless and she loved it. She had brought them this far and now he was taking ownership of the next step.
Their passionate kiss was warm and wet. His tongue explored her mouth and then traveled down her neck until it came to rest in the groove between neck and shoulders. She tilted her head to rest on his and when she did, he jolted up and pinned her against the facing wall. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him and his hands supported her body from underneath her round cheeks. His fingers kneaded her flesh and pressed harder into her. She was in heaven and nothing in the world could bring her down now.
He reached beneath her legs and fumbled with his pants. He wanted her here and now. Still pressed against the wall, she hung tight to his muscular frame knowing he had everything under control. Buckle unclasped, zipper down, and pants dropped in one fluid motion – she was impressed, but not nearly so much as she would be once he pressed his unleashed manhood against the crotch of her satin thong. He was thick and firm and her desire for him increased with every moment that passed.
Another minute without him inside her and she felt like she’d explode from the energy pent up within. She didn’t have to wait long when he expertly slid a finger along the elastic leg of her panties, moved them ever so slightly to one side, and thrust his hard cock inside her. The heat was searing and the tightness delighted her. He rocked her hips and brought her to him, filling her up and creating a lust inside her she hadn’t felt in years.
The sighs and the cries of ecstasy from both of them were stifled, but still very arousing to the other. Nothing excites the soul like the sounds of pleasing another. She could no longer hold back and she pulsed around his rock hard cock in orgasmic waves. He pulled out and released her. Before her feet hit the floor, he had spun her around and bent her over a stack of paper boxes. His left hand took her wrist and held it in place at her waist. His right hand pushed her skirt up and then he wrapped his arm over her thigh and came to rest on her mound. Two fingers began circling her clit using the wetness he found there as lube to bring her another convulsion of pleasure.
She laid there across those boxes trying to catch her breath; already exhausted and hoping that he had no intentions of stopping. She could still feel his steel on the back of her thigh and she wanted to feel him inside her again. She was about to turn to him two magical hands clenched her hips and used them as leverage for maneuvering his way to her most sensitive spot. He entered her from the back but she felt him all the way up her spine. She didn’t know what it was about him, but they fit together perfectly and his manhood caressed all her womanly places. She didn’t think she had ever felt this good.
He was skilled at what he did, and it brought her tremendous amounts of pleasure. His shirted chest draped over her back, but he did not slow his pumping. She felt lost in the moment and let her body give way to the glorious feelings washing over her. She enjoyed him for quite some time until his body stiffened, his hands tightened around her, and she felt a shudder from within. The warmth that she felt went instantly hot and the change was all she needed to fall over the edge once more.
Now he was the one still and breathing heavily. She waited on him to move, wondering how he would look at her now that they had consummated the desire they had cultivated. “Please, let this not be over before it begins,” she thought to herself. He took a step back. She turned to face him and he looked at her with a probing stare.
Keeping eye contact, slowly she knelt; then lowered her gaze. Her hands cupped his balls and she smiled. Her lips reached out and kissed the tender head. “Thank you,” she said directly to his crotch. Then her mouth encased his shrinking member. She used her tongue to clean him, tasting their combine juices. She had never done anything like this before, but she was eager to push her own limits. They tasted good together, sweet and creamy. She finished his bath and dried him with her mouth.
She didn’t know how long they had been gone, but she was certain it had not been a short time. She stood, pulling his trousers with her as she went. He took over from there, tucking in his dress shirt and buckling his belt. He looked still pressed and dressed, and she was sure she looked a mess – cum was trickling down her legs, her thighs twitched, and her knees felt weak. She wasn’t sure what to do next, so she did nothing, she just stood there looking at him, waiting for him to do something for her, to take the pressure off so her heart would slow down.
He raised his arm to her. His hand softly grazed her cheek. He stepped toward her. He gripped the back of her neck and drew her to him. He leaned in and placed one gentle sweet kiss upon her rose hued lips. And then he smiled. “That was amazing and absolutely worth waiting for,” he crooned, “shall we try again later at my place? I promise to make it worth your while. I’ll cook dinner for you first, of course.”
“Of course,” she said. But she couldn’t imagine anything she’d rather do than spend more time in his arms. And if that performance had been inferior in anyway, she couldn’t wait to find out what “worthwhile” would be like. Something inside her knew this man could help her discover her innermost passions, and she was looking forward to their journey together.
~LG, July 1, 2008
