At the End of the Day

 

It had nothing to do with my boyfriend. No, no, and no. It wasn’t about him or us or our plans for the future. Life was good. We had a nice little mid-town apartment. We talked about marriage but weren’t engaged. We talked about having kids and getting a dog. However, none of this had come to fruition. Our life together included dinners with friends, running together in the park and mulling over bills at the end of the month. It wasn’t an exciting life we were leading, but it was nice. It was comfortable. It was nothing like my life at work. At the end of the day, at least.

Was it wrong? Probably. Could I help myself? Absolutely not.

He was British and worked on the floor above me. No, I’m not talking about my boyfriend. We met in the elevator. He told me his company had transferred him from London. It was very fascinating. Who was this guy? He was very good looking in a dark eyed, dark haired businessman kind of way. He told me I was beautiful and I blushed. I looked good, I knew that, and I was glad someone appreciated the effort I put into my outfits, the pencil skirts, the black leather stilettos and the crisp white button-down shirts. I wore my hair up in a chignon and what my boyfriend would call nerd glasses—big, black frames that made me look smart. And I was smart. I was over the sales department and people who get those kinds of jobs usually aren’t dummies.

It started that day, in the elevator. Just a little flirting, no more, no less. I loved the way he talked; he was smoking hot and the accent made him even more so. He laughed a nice, deep laugh and his eyes sparkled whenever he thought he’d said something funny. I could have listened to him all day long. During the day, I would fantasize about us, about what we would do after everyone else had gone home. I would fantasize about him fucking me across my desk, or across his. I would get hot just thinking about what he was going to do to me and I to him. Hot, hot, hot. So hot, I felt like masturbating, touching myself, even if I was in a meeting with a bunch of suits. It was hard to keep my mind on my work when I knew he was one floor above me, walking around, perhaps telling jokes and thinking about what he and I would be up to later.

I didn’t plan on sleeping with him at all. We had just met on the elevator and he told me he loved my shoes, my entire outfit, that it reminded him of the ladies from the sixties that were so hot. He talked about how much care they put into the way they dressed and their hair and he thought I looked like I’d just stepped off a page of a magazine. I laughed and told him I was way too short for that. Five-foot-three doesn’t make a model. He told me I looked taller but when he stood next to me he could see that I was this smaller woman, this petite little thing. He liked that. He liked that a lot. He said it was like I was doing a magic trick on him. It made him feel bigger than he was. He was about six-foot himself.

When the elevator stopped on my floor first, he grabbed me by the elbow and told me it was nice to meet me.

“But I haven’t told you my name,” I said.

“Then what is it?”

“Chloe,” I said and smiled.

“I’m Ted, Chloe,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”

And you, I thought. It was nice of us to meet. I nodded slightly and said, “You too. Well, see you later.”

“Goodbye,” he said.

I felt his eyes on me as I exited the elevator, especially on my ass. I walked slowly until I heard the doors close and then exhaled. It was like I’d been holding my breath the entire time. I shook my head, willing myself to get this intriguing man out of my head, but all I could think about was him, his hands, his face, his dark eyes and that fantastic smile. But there was nothing I could do. He was out of the question as far as a romance went. I had a boyfriend of almost four years. We were together, we were a pair. We were going to get married someday.

But I didn’t let that stop me from thinking about him. I began to fantasize about Ted and I’d take the elevator as much as possible just so that we might “bump” into each other. However, I didn’t see him for almost two weeks. We were in one of the biggest cities in the world and running into someone twice, even if they worked in the same building, was almost an impossibility.

Even so, that didn’t keep me from trying. I tried to run into him but to no avail. I’d all but given up when a meeting ran over one day and none of us left the office until after seven. I’d called my boyfriend to explain my lateness. He told me he’d order some Chinese and he’d see me at home.

I was walking to the elevator with several coworkers, chatting about the meeting when I realized I’d left my scarf in my office. I told them I had to run and get it as it was spring and the wind was up. If I didn’t wear it, my cheeks would be chapped beyond belief. They told me they’d hold the elevator. I said no thanks, for them to go on, that it was late and we all needed to get home. They smiled and said they’d see me tomorrow.

After I’d retrieved my scarf, I hurried to the elevator and pushed the down button. As I waited, I realized I didn’t have much time to get home and do all the things I needed to do: Eat a bite of supper, shower, maybe have a conversation with my boyfriend and then try and get some sleep. I groaned inwardly and had a nice little fantasy about lying on a warm beach somewhere. I wished. That was my ultra goal: A nice beach vacation lying in the warm sun for however long as I wanted. That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

The elevator doors finally opened and I got on, pushed the button for the lobby and watched as the doors shut. But, instead of going down, the elevator went up.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed, getting pissed. “Damn it.”

I rode the elevator up to the next floor and watched as the doors opened and, much to my astonishment, Ted stepped in. For a second, I almost didn’t know what to do. I was floored and my heart started pumping hard.

He stepped on without looking at me, pushed a button, then glanced at me. “Oh, hello! I haven’t seen you in quite some time.”

I suddenly became tongue-tied, thinking about all the sexual fantasies I’d had since I’d met him that day. I grew embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. What do you say to someone you have a sexual crush on? I didn’t know so I kept my mouth shut.

“Working late?” he asked, obviously oblivious to my odd behavior.

I nodded and gave him a tight smile.

“Tired?” he asked. “I know I am shattered.”

Shattered? I liked how he said that. And his accent was so warm and welcoming. This made me relax so I smiled and said, “Me, too. Exhausted. I can’t even think straight.”

He nodded, then said, “Would you like to join me for a drink? I’m going for a beer before I head home.”

“I can’t,” I said, thinking about my boyfriend. No, I couldn’t do that.

“Oh, sure you could,” he said. “One quick drink. Why not?”

I gave him a tight smile and said, “I have a boyfriend.”

“That’s what I figured,” he said. “But it’s just a drink, Chloe.”

Oh, God! He must have thought I was some sort of idiot or some stupid-full-of-herself-stuck-up-bitch! I cringed with embarrassment and muttered, “No, I didn’t think you meant… I mean, I certainly didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay,” he said and laid a hand on my arm gently. “I understand.”

And with that, I realized I could trust this guy. He wasn’t after me like that. Well, he probably was and if he wasn’t, I wanted to be after him. Besides, a drink is just a drink… Yeah. It’s just a drink. That would be nice. Why not? So, I said, “Sure. But only one, then I have to get home.”

He grinned and said, “I’ll have you home at least by midnight.”

“Maybe sooner than that,” I said. “I am really tired.”

We found a bar down the street from our building, then a booth in the back. It was very busy and Ted had to navigate his way through a throng of people to get to the bar where he ordered a beer for himself and a glass of red wine for me.

After he had fought his way back to our table, he set the drinks down and said, “If I’d known it was going to be this busy, we would have gone somewhere else.”

I nodded and took a sip of my beer. “Thanks,” I said. “So, do you always work this late?”

“Not always,” he said. “Just today; it was so harried! I mean, bloody fucking hell, it was one of those days when nothing goes right and… Ahh… Fuck it. Who cares? We’re here, having a drink. Life is good again. Cheers.”

He held up his glass and clinked it to mine. “Cheers,” I muttered and looked around the room, then back at him, taking in his handsome face. “So, what exactly do you do?”

He shrugged. “I’m in management. It’s boring. I hate it but the pay is good. What I really want is to move somewhere warm, like Belize or maybe the Cayman Islands, if it weren’t so expensive, and buy a little fishing boat and make my living like that. I look great in a tan, by the way.”

Wow. He had a similar fantasy to mine. But I guess everyone had a “life at the beach” fantasy, especially when the weather was so cold.

“What do you do?” he asked.

“Sales,” I said. “Ditto on the boring part.”

He nodded and stared at me, then seemed to blush and look away.

“What is it?”

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said. “That’s what it is. I have a hard time looking at you.”

I blushed and shook my head. “Stop. You’re embarrassing me.”

He shook his head. “No, I won’t stop. Listen,” he said and leaned in towards me across the small table. “I won’t lie. I’ve thought about you every single day since we met and wanted to run into you on the elevator or in the lobby or wherever. I’d given up and you suddenly pop up. How’s that for fate?”

“Or coincidence,” I said quickly.

“No, it’s fate or serendipity or whatever,” he said softly. He stared into my eyes for a long moment and shook his head slightly. “Fuck me, but I want to fuck you. I’d love to fuck you.”

My face burned with his words and his forwardness. Did he just say that? He had and he’d just confirmed my suspicious: We had a strong sexual attraction. But what to do about it? My hands were tied.

“Sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have said that. I can’t help myself around you, though. You make me so fucking horny I can’t stand it.”

I almost cracked up. The accent, the boldness, the slight preposterousness of all of it. But it wasn’t funny. It was real. And he had just spoken my deepest desires. I wanted to fuck him too, and soon. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to get right at it. Life is short and sometimes it just hands you something like this. It was up to me to do something about it. But did I have the guts? Could I go through with it and then deal with the guilt later? I didn’t know but I wanted to find out. He was definitely having an effect on me. He was making me want to be young and wild. He was making me want to take that chance. Opportunities rarely came around like this. Why not try it and see where it leads?

I looked him squarely in the face. He glanced up and his eyebrows shot up. He knew something was coming, what, exactly, was anyone’s guess. “If you’re serious,” I said. “Then let’s do it.”

His mouth dropped. “Really? I was expecting a slap across the cheek for that.”

I shook my head. “No, I meant it. Obviously there’s an attraction here, so why wait? Why prolong it? What if we never cross paths again and always have to wonder what it would have been like?”

“Wow,” he murmured. “You’ve got it all figured out. I like that.”

And I liked his direct approach. I have to admit that’s what turned me on most about him. And why not come right out and say what’s on your mind sometime? This was my sometime. This was the day I did a little something for myself. That’s how I saw it, too, as doing something for me and only for me. All week, even on the weekends, it was about everyone else’s needs. It was about doing the laundry or a sales report or reporting to the boss. It was about making time for my boyfriend and buying groceries. It was about all that mundane stuff that, if you really started thinking about, would drive you insane. So I didn’t think about it. I put myself on autopilot and I went about my business, getting it done. Today was the day I took a break and did something for myself.

“I don’t have all night,” I said, wanting him to get the show on the road. “And I don’t care what you think. You’re up for it, right? So am I. I want it. I’ve wanted you since the day we met and I am over formalities. I hate chitchat. I don’t like innuendo. I want to fuck and I want to fuck you.”

“Wow,” he said. “Just your words make me hard.”

“Then let’s get to it,” I said.

He nodded, looking around. “Where?”

I looked around the bar then thought about the bathroom. No, too dirty and too small. I couldn’t take him back home and I didn’t know how far away his apartment was. Where could we fuck?

“We’ll figure it out,” I said and took off my glasses, slipping them into my purse. I noticed he was watching me, so I said, “I just need them mostly for reading. And working on the computer.”

He nodded that he understood.

I stood, holding out my hand. “Let’s go. Ready?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he muttered and grabbed my hand. I allowed him to pull us through the crowd, out the door and down the street and then into an alley. I’d never had sex outside, let alone in a public place. I didn’t care though. I just wanted him and I wanted him, like, yesterday. So, whatever. I’d make whatever concessions I had to as long as I got him. And soon.

Once we were there, he grinned, looked around to make sure no one was around, then literally threw me up against the brick wall. I moaned as his lips overtook mine, sucking them into his mouth and eating at me. It was like this surge of energy, of electricity, was coursing through our bodies and we were fusing together. He ate at my mouth, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it while I grabbed at his cock, which was hard and quite large. I rubbed it through his pants as we sucked face and his hand went up my shirt and squeezed my breast hard, then he pulled back, ripped my shirt open and forced his face into my shirt and his mouth beneath my bra. Once his mouth grabbed onto my erect nipple, I screamed with ecstasy. It felt so good and I hadn’t felt this sort of passion in at least a few years.

“Fuck me,” I said and moved my hands to his shoulders, grabbing onto him. “I am so wet now.”

He slipped his hand up my skirt and rubbed my pussy. “You are,” he breathed. “You’re so wet.”

I grabbed his face and kissed him again, sucking at his mouth. “Please,” I begged. “Fuck me!”

He pulled my panties off and then rammed his hard and throbbing cock into my wet, willing and wanting pussy. I shuddered at how good it felt, that skin on skin contact, that pussy and cock union.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to ride him. Ahh, it felt so good and it was so easy to get my groove on. Because I was so turned on, I came without even trying. The orgasm ripped through my body and came out in an intense moan from my throat. Uhhgh! I moaned with it, shook with it and then felt him coming and coming hard. I hung on until he finished with a shudder and a moan. He gave me one good, last thrust and then we kissed as we came down from the cloud of good feeling.

“Mmmm…” he moaned and nuzzled my neck. “That was a good fuck.”

“Yes,” I said and kissed his cheek, then pulled away. “I have to get home.”

“I’ll walk you,” he said.

“No, I’ll take a cab,” I replied and adjusted my skirt and top. I looked around for my panties, saw them on the nasty ground and then noticed a trash can. I went over, picked them up and tossed them into the garbage. He watched me, bemused.

“I guess that’s one way to get rid of the evidence,” he said.

“It is,” I said and winked at him. “Listen, this is the way it’s going to go down. Come to my office tomorrow at seven. I’ll be ready.”

He stared at me and grinned. “So, you want some more?”

“I do,” I said. “Don’t be late.”

I gave him one last quick kiss then went home, said hello to my boyfriend, took a quick shower and slept like a baby.

 

* * * * *

 

The next day, at the end of the day, Ted came into my office without a word. I didn’t have anything to say, either.

We stared at each other. This was it. Could I do it again? I’d done it last night. I’d made my excuses to my boyfriend about another late meeting. I’d waited all day, till the end of the day, for this. And I wanted it. But I was nervous. Would it be as good as it had been previously? Fuck it. I had to find out so I plunged in before I chickened out. I was ready. My glasses were off, my skin was tingling. I was getting wet just thinking about what we were about to do. It was time.

I leaned over and pressed my mouth against his, breathing in his smell, his skin, him. He gasped a little and grabbed my face, holding me tight, like he was never going to let me go. I allowed it for a few seconds, then pushed him back. None of that just yet. I wanted to get down to business. So, I got down to it by getting down on my knees.

Before I unzipped his pants, I glanced up at him and couldn’t help but smile at the look of surprise and joy on his face. He couldn’t believe his luck. Well, neither could I. Once his pants were unzipped, I pulled out his cock, then looked up at him and began to stroke it. He stared down at me and I could see the lust in his eyes. I licked my lips, then slide my tongue across the tip before taking it into my mouth. He moaned loudly and exhaled sharply as I began to suck his cock, sucking so hard, I was sure he’d explode in my mouth. And I wanted him, too. I didn’t normally do things like this with my boyfriend but with him, I wanted to do it, I wanted to be dirty.

I could tell me was about to come and I could tell he had some other things on his mind. I pulled back and stared up at him, then gave his cock one last hard suck.

“Come on, love,” he said and grabbed me up under the arms and turned me around so that my ass was in front of him and I was facing my desk. He ran his hands up and down my ass, up and down my legs, then began to plant small kisses onto the backs of my thighs while his hand made its way under my skirt and into my panties. Ahhh… It felt so good. He began to rub my pussy with deep, long strokes. I moved with his hand and rubbed against it, feeling the good, hard pressure on my clit.

Without a word, he pushed my skirt up and over my ass and then pulled my legs apart, burying his face into my pussy. I hissed with passion and widened my stance, glad I’d left my stilettos on so I could have some height. And then he began to eat at me, sucking at my pussy, before he found my clit, which he gave several long, flat-tongued licks to before sucking at it. I let out a little wail as the orgasm hit me, took me over and sent me clawing at the desk, knocking my phone and pencil holder off. I began to ride his face, extending the orgasm and rode it out until there was nothing left.

He turned me around.

I greeted him with open arms, pulling him into me and taking off his jacket and shirt as I locked my lips to his. I ran my hands up and down his smooth, muscled torso, then leaned over and licked and nibbled at his nipples. He pulled me back up and kissed me hard while unbuttoning my shirt and I helped him to slip it off my back. Then he unsnapped my bra and grabbed my tits. He squeezed them together then bent over and gave the nipples, which were already hard and tender, several long licks until I was almost writhing with lust.

I couldn’t take much more. I wanted his cock in me and I wanted it fucking me. I grabbed onto it, pushing his pants off with my legs and lay back on the desk, opening my legs up wide for him. He climbed onto the desk and mounted me, pushing his hard, throbbing member deep into my cunt. I moaned when he was all the way in. and then we fucked. We fucked hard. I grabbed onto his ass, pushing him as deeply as he could go inside and sucked on his neck. Ummm… It felt so good, so dirty and slightly nasty. I could not get enough.

“I’m gonna come,” he moaned.

“Shh,” I whispered into his ear, then licked it. “Slow down. Let me have more.”

He nodded and backed himself off the orgasm. I began to fuck him, moving my pussy up and down his cock, squeezing it into me and riding it for all it was worth. It wasn’t long before I found my groove and felt the orgasm take over. I moaned and threw my head back just as it hit me and he started pumping into me as soon as I began to come.

Just as he came, he pulled out and shot his hot semen all over my stomach. I gyrated with it, moving this way and that as it splashed all over me, loving the sticky and hot cum. He leaned over and kissed me hard, pressing his mouth onto mine. I kissed back, unable to control myself, and knew, just knew I was going to get what I wanted. And I wanted more.

 

* * * * *

 

At the end of the day, it became about the sex. Just the sex. Sure, Ted would bring me little trinkets from time to time—flowers, delicious dark chocolates and even a pair of Tiffany earrings once. But I didn’t care about any of that. It was just about the sex. I wanted him, his cock, and that’s all.

He did mention me leaving my boyfriend for him once and I stopped him right there. There would be no talk of that. What we did was between us and it was unfair to bring my boyfriend into it.

And, yes, I did feel some guilt about doing it. But I put that out of my mind. I knew this wouldn’t last and I wasn’t doing it to hurt anyone. I was doing it out of sheer lust and boredom with my life. I’d never had sex that good and it was something I needed. It was the ray of sunshine in my otherwise drab days. It was what I thought about when I did something I loathed, like cleaning the bathtub or poring over a sales report. It was my time and I was taking my time.

Our routine was simple. I’d make arrangements to meet him, usually after seven. He’d come down the elevator, get off, find me and we’d fuck. We fucked all over my floor, too, even on my bosses’ desk. It was fun and it was lively and it was everything I’d ever fantasized about.

He loved to give it to me from behind. This one time, he turned me over, pushed open my legs and shoved his hard cock into me. I began to move with him until I felt his finger slide down between the cheeks of my ass. Without hesitation, he kept sliding until he found the entrance and then he slipped the finger in as he fucked me. Oh, fuck, that felt good! I gritted my teeth and pushed back against him as he gave it to me. I rose up and grabbed his other hand, placing it on my breast. I put my hand between my legs, on my clit, and had all of the major erotic areas covered. It was a fuck fest that night. He kept pumping into me and fucking me while fingering me. I came so hard I thought I might pass out.

He also loved to eat me out. He loved to dive in and suck and lick at my pussy until it was hot and wet. His skin would be slightly rough from his five-o’clock shadow and I loved to rub my soft skin onto it and get that scratchy, yet good feeling. Then I’d lick his lips softly until I elicited a deep moan from him and he’d take over.

I loved it when he took over. Some days, without a word, he’d come into my office, shut the door and turn out all the lights. Then he’d grab me, throw me up against the wall and take me, fucking me silly until I was begging him for more.

We wore each other out. I never wanted it to end. But all good things eventually come to an end and so did our sexual relationship. He got transferred to another city and I stayed behind. He begged me to leave with him, on his hands and knees, no less, but I refused. I didn’t want to uproot my life for anyone and I knew that while I did have feelings for him, I was still in love with my boyfriend. I also knew he could be easily replaced. I never considered myself a cheater, but I knew that door had been opened and where I took it was at my discretion.

But I do glance at my watch or at the clock at seven every night. Wherever I am, I check the time and I think of him and I think about how, at the end of the day, we’d given each other much, much pleasure. It’s a fond memory I’d love to relive. But for now, that’s all it was.