Office Lust
The elevator has been stuck for fifteen minutes, and I’m starting to get restless. We had talked to the maintenance dispatcher, but it’s going to be at least another hour before they can get a crew out here. I look to the man on my left, and I can’t help but entertain a fantasy. He must be at least twenty years my senior, putting him in his mid-to-early forties. His name is John something if memory serves.
A few more minutes pass, and I finally break the long silence. “Well, it looks like we’re stuck in here together for a while.”
He looks straight forward and says, “Yep.”
Come on guy, you’re not giving me much to work with. Just because I’m new to this company and this building, and by extension, under you doesn’t mean that you can’t do a little better with small talk. If you could just entertain for a little while, I might stop working under you, and start getting to work under you. His eyes are a little wide and I wonder if he’s claustrophobic. We had shared a few words before the elevator had gotten stuck, and he seemed just fine then. Still though, I can’t help thinking...
I glance at his body out of the corner of my eye, feeling the rush from my fantasy and the clandestine ogling. I just imagine myself with my clothes open in all the right places, leaning forward with his body on and in mine shouting, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck Me!” For now though, everything is silent.
He glances over occasionally and I quickly return my eyes to gaze with enthrallment at absolutely nothing. He’s been clutching his briefcase this whole time, but he finally sets it down at his feet. He rubs his palms over his face and says, “I can’t believe this is happening.”
I turn toward him and say, “Neither can I, but it doesn’t seem like there’s much we can do about it.” I don’t hide the fact that I’m now looking him up and down again and I say, “We may as well make the best of it.” I wink at him.
His face goes a deep shade of red and I can see his wheels turning as he laughs nervously. He says, “You’re funny, Alexa,” and looks straight forward again.
He’s obviously going to take a bit more convincing, and so I say, “Oh, I’m not kidding.” I keep eye contact with him until he once again turns toward the front of the elevator. I say, “Well, you do what you want, but I’m really in the mood to pass some time.” I set my purse down and remove my jacket.
“What are you doing?” he says, not sure whether or not it’s okay to look at me.
“Passing some time,” I say, unbuttoning the front of my blouse, and I press my breasts together as I unhook the front-clasped bra beneath. I let it fall open, leaving both my unbuttoned blouse and my unclasped bra on my shoulders, and run my fingers over my nipples humming an old television theme song to myself. He’s still trying to look away, but his eyes keep wandering back to my only partially covered breasts.
“Seinfeld?” He asks, an amused smile crossing his face.
“Mmm hmm,” I respond. “It kind of gets in your head, doesn’t it?”
He doesn’t bother with the pretense of not looking anymore, but he doesn’t approach me either. He leans back against the far wall of the elevator and just watches me as I continue to play with myself. I provocatively slip a finger into my mouth and suck as I pull it slowly back out. I then use that finger over my growing nipples, and ask him if he would like a taste.
He blushes again and doesn’t respond. I’m not going to force the guy, but we both seem to be enjoying things as they are, so I continue. I say, “Do you mind?” as I place my hands over the side zipper of my long skirt.
He shakes his head and so I slowly unzip, burning a hole through him with my steamy gaze. I don’t know if it’s healthy for a person to blush as much as he is, but it seems everything that I do brings the blood to his head. The problem is that I’m aiming lower. I step out of my heels and let the skirt fall to reveal my black panties, black garter belt, and black slings holding up my black thigh-high stockings. His eyes go wide again as I sit on the floor facing him, lean back into the wall of the elevator, and put the bottoms of my feet together, my knees far apart.
I can see that I’m finally starting to get through to him as his pants seem a lot tighter in the crotch than they had been when we first got on the elevator. I smile and wink at him as I pull the bottom of my panties aside to reveal my waiting pussy. I go to put my fingers on and inside myself, but I stop moments before I get there. I ask him again, “Do you mind?”
He shakes his head again and I’m jumping back and forth between frustration and the thrill and empowerment that come with seduction. I rub both hands flat over my pussy, just to make him wait a minute longer for the show. I move one of my hands back to my breasts, and with the other, I rub my warmth from top to bottom.
I wink at him again as I start to bend my middle finger between my labia and all the way up to my clit. I lift the finger and rub my hand back down. I bend my middle finger in a little bit farther this time, and he has to notice the quiet sounds of the wetness between my legs. I rub my hand down once more, and this time, I bend my finger in between my labia, hooking the inside as I pull my hand up. The front of his pants look like they’re going to split open, and I ask, “So, is that a new type of compass or something?”
He looks down and although he must have noticed the tension of the fabric against himself, he seems surprised and embarrassed about the very obvious bulge in his pants. Due to the very distinct outline of his flared tip, it’s no guess that he’s not wearing any underwear beneath his respectable business attire. His face goes red one more time, and I start rubbing my clit. I say, “You know, I think maybe we can figure out something to do with that thing that’s pulling you halfway across the elevator, don’t you John? It is John, isn’t it?” He smiles and walks toward me. I stand up and say, “Well, come on. I’m not going to bite unless you ask me to.” I give him a smile, and he finally stops just before my body.
He doesn’t say anything at first. He doesn’t even dare to move any farther than he already has in my direction, so I take control. I grab his hand with mine and lead it into the soft flesh between my legs. His face is so red right now that I’m not sure whether to be flattered or concerned, but his hands are hot with his racing pulse.
He fingers my pussy as I loosen his tie. I pull it over his head and toss it carelessly by my feet. I unbutton the front of his business shirt, stopping for a moment to untuck it from his distended slacks. His shirt falls open, revealing the chiseled figure beneath. I say, “Hmm,” and raise an eyebrow. He takes another step toward me, allowing his finger to reach farther into me, and he finds my g-spot with the intrepid finger of his right hand.
I encourage him with a moan, and a quick series of blinks. I unfasten his belt as he cups one of my breasts with his other hand. I unbutton his slacks and reach through the top to grab his large dick. I don’t want to hurt the man, so I move it away from the zipper before I slide his fly down. His erection is keeping his pants from falling, so I slide it back to the middle, and start to stroke him. He leans down to kiss me, and I wrap one arm around his neck, still stroking him with the other hand.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Alexa?” he asks as he pulls away.
“I think that’s pretty obvious, don’t you?” I ask before I kiss him again.
“I guess so,” he mumbles through both of our lips.
His tongue is warm and thick, and I playfully swirl mine around it. He asks me how far I want to go, and I say, “As far as you’re willing to take me.”
He pulls the number two pencil out of my hair, letting them both fall and runs his hand through my hair. He pulls me forward slightly and kisses me with a newfound passion. I hum with approval, and pull his cock closer. He bends his knees a bit to position himself properly, and I put one of my legs around one of his, opening myself up for what comes next.
He slips his tip up and down my wet pussy, spending an extra moment on my clitoris before he puts himself inside me. My legs tense a bit and then relax a bit too much, but I regain myself before it becomes a problem. I smile and whisper, “Now isn’t this a much better way to spend our time stranded than making awkward conversation and staring at the wall?”
He hums one soft chuckle through his nose, and pushes himself deeper. His face is still a bit red, but I think it’s safe to say that he’s becoming a bit more comfortable with me. I rest my hands on his smooth chest and slide his shirt and suit jacket off of his shoulders. He lowers his arms to let the garments fall and runs a hand up my leg, replacing the other in the hair of my head. He reaches between my legs, his cock still inside me, and tugs a little at the underside of my panties. I say, “Unless they’re bugging you, leave them on,” and smile an anything-but-innocent smile.
He nods and moves his hand back to my leg, running it under my knee to my thigh to my ass, his hand slips between my skin and the elastic of the sling between my garter and stockings. He grabs my ass hard and before I know it, he’s pulled out and is turning me around. He bends me over and puts himself back in my eager pussy from behind. I moan with delight as he’s finally collected the balls to take some control for himself, and I arch my back, pressing into him.
I moan loudly, encouraging him as he smacks my ass. I tell him, “And I thought you were shy,” and he smacks my other cheek with the same hand. I support myself against the wall with one arm. With the other hand, I guide his non-spanking hand between my legs and say, “If I don’t get off at least once before they fix this elevator, I’m going to be pissed.”
He chuckles, but takes me seriously enough to follow my direction. He rubs my clit ravenously as he fucks me from behind. He grabs my hip with his free hand and pulls me into him. I can’t help but moan loudly as my legs start to shake. I say, “Don’t stop fucking me, I’m going to come.” He slides his hand from my hip up to cup a breast. He plays one finger over my nipple and I tense my pussy, bracing myself as the release comes.
I slide over him in an even, but robust tempo. I’m leaning forward with his sweaty body on and in mine shouting, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck Me!” and I continue to come so hard over his thick shaft. He smacks my ass and I can’t quite catch my breath quickly enough. My knees are weak, but I hold myself up. As the orgasm begins to melt, I tell him, “Come. Come in my mouth.”
In no time, he’s pulled out and I spin around. I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. He places a hand in the hair at the back of my head, gently encouraging me forward as I suck him. I put a free hand around his base and jerk as he fills my mouth with his hot cum, and the elevator bell dings.
I look back over to the fully dressed man next to me as the elevator begins moving again. He looks at me and says, “Well, it looks like we’re on our way.”
I say, “Yep.” I don’t know how long I’ve been standing here blushing.
* * *
I’m sitting at my desk, waiting for my three o’clock with the board, but my mind is on anything but work. I’ve placed my finger just above the call button on my phone a hundred times, ready to call John Whatever-his-name-is in to bring some life to my fantasy, but the nerves get me every time. I’ve seen him look at me in the office, and let’s just say that noticing someone in an eighty-nine billion dollar company when it’s you and a sea of faces, takes a lot.
It’s been a few weeks since I first noticed him noticing me. He’s a very handsome older man. Tall, dark hair, chiseled figure... If I can only figure out a way to gauge his interest without crossing any lines, I’m sure that we can make something happen.
After that first time I caught him staring at my chest from halfway across the room, I started wearing tighter clothes. Nowadays, my personal dress code is respectable enough to pass for the workplace, but slinky enough to catch his attention. I’ve developed a sixth sense of knowing whenever he’s coming near, and I immediately find some excuse to lean forward and give him a good look at my cleavage, or if I’m facing away from him, I’ll arch my back just enough to pop my butt out. Every time I see him walking away, his face is red, but he hasn’t said anything about it.
I do have a bit of an intimidating flair here in the workplace, but there’s nothing that I’d love more than for him to flat out dominate me. I usually like to be in control, but for that young piece of man, I’d make an exception. I hardly notice, and certainly don’t consciously think about it as my finger presses down on the intercom with my office’s assistant.
“Yes, Alexa?”
“Yes Cindi,” god how I hate that name. “Could you have John from accounting come by my office at his first possible convenience?”
“John from accounting?
“Oh dear,” I sigh. “He’s an older fellow, dark hair.”
“Oh, I think you mean Justin.” Cindi with an “i” responds. “Yeah, older guy, been here a while? Is that who you’re thinking of?”
I should probably have checked the company roster before pressing the button. “I think so.”
“Cute guy, great body?” Cindi says.
I guess I didn’t realize that kind of behavior went on in this corporation, but my mouth goes on its own. “That’s the one.”
Cindi laughs and says, “I’ll send him right up.”
Well, there goes my credibility with my secretary, excuse me, assistant. I sit here in my office befuddled. I don’t know what it is about this man, but I just want to tear his clothes off and bite him on the ass. Is that weird?
A few minutes pass, and Justin—that’s going to take some getting used to—knocks on my door. I undo a button on my blouse and walk to the door. I open it and he walks inside. “Have a seat, Justin.”
He does, and I make my way behind my desk. I put my feet up and cross my legs. I pull the pencil from my hair, and push the eraser against my bottom lip. “That was quite an ordeal earlier today, don’t you think?”
“Yes it was, Alexa. I apologize if I was less than sociable. I don’t like confined spaces.” He responds, his blue eyes glistening—they’re actually glistening—in the light coming through the window.
“I thought as much. Now Justin, there’s something that I’ve been wanting to talk with you about. It’s a matter of some delicacy.”
“Oh no,” he says. “Alexa, I am so sorry, it will never happen again. You were in a vulnerable position and I took advantage of that. As the older person I should have been more responsible.”
I’m taken aback. “What are you talking about, Justin?”
“Oh you didn’t—never mind. I’m sorry. Please continue.”
“No, Justin. You were sorry for something,” I say, “what was it?”
“Well,” he’s blushing, “it’s just. Well this is awkward Alexa. I’ve... uh... noticed you.”
I can feel my face starting to turn red. “You’ve noticed me? What do you mean? Noticed me in what way?” Adrenaline starts to surge through my body.
“I haven’t been trying to, but it’s just... well, you’re a very attractive woman...”
He’s having a bit of trouble, so I encourage him, “Yes, go on.”
“I’ve noticed you around the office. I’m sure I’m just imagining it, well, fantasizing really... oh man...”
“Go on,” I say raising an eyebrow, my heart pounding hard within my chest.
“Whenever I’m up on this floor, and I’m walking near you, I have these fantasies about you. I can’t help it. I am so fired. I am so sorry, Alexa, it will never happen again.”
“Well,” I say, taking my legs from the top of the desk and placing them under me. I set the pencil on the desk and lean forward just a bit, just to watch his eyes invariably migrate down to my chest. “I don’t think that’s the truth, is it Justin?”
He catches himself and starts to sweat a little bit. He goes to talk, but is too embarrassed.
“Tell me about these fantasies, Justin. When was the last time that you had one?”
“Well, to be honest ma’am, when you called down for me. I thought you might be calling me up here to... I don’t know.”
I smile a quick, but inscrutable smile and then resume my serious façade. “Well mister... I’m sorry, what is your last name?”
“Reynolds, ma’am.”
“Reynolds. It appears that we do have a problem. Such behavior is inappropriate in the work place. I will let it go if you can promise me not to let it happen at work again.” I love being the cat. I start writing something on a business card and hand it to him. “Is there anything else?”
He sighs and says, “What did you want to talk to me about?”
I smile and say simply, “That.”
“Oh man...” he says. He reads the back of the card and looks up at me. His mouth is open, and a new thrill surges through my body. “Are you...? Is this for real?”
“Like I said,” I say, pointing to the card that says the name of a local upscale hotel and a time, “No more ogling me... at work.” I smile my best coy smile and say, “That’s all for now, Justin. My private number is at the top if you have any questions.”
He grins and stands up. His face is still bright red as he walks out the door, putting the card in his shirt pocket.
God I love pretending to be all grown up!
* * *
I’m sitting at the bar, and he’s next to me. We share a drink, and I look around. The hotel bar is almost empty tonight, and so it’s no trouble to hear him talk. I ask the bartender for another drink, and say, “It’s on his tab.” He looks at me with playful surprise, but nods his assent. I say, “So, are you about ready, or what?”
He orders what I’m having and says, “I’m ready when you are.”
Our drinks come and we knock them back. He asks for the check, and I slide my drink forward. The bartender comes back and Justin signs the credit card receipt. I’m already standing and gathering my things. I put my jacket on and grab my clutch. I look at the nonexistent watch on my hand and tap my feet as the bartender hands him his credit card. When he finally stands, I thank the bartender, and we’re on our way.
We walk to the elevator and get inside. When the doors close, we’re all over each other. I grab his ass and run my hands over his back and through his hair. He puts his hands on either side of my face and kisses me deeply. I kiss him back, our tongues greeting and mingling with each other as we are pulled upward toward our destination.
He runs his hands over my back and quicker than I even know what’s happening, he has my bra unhooked through my jacket, and runs his hands on my now smooth back. Exactly how he was able to unclasp my bra through the jacket and my shirt, I’m not quite sure. This one’s got some skill. He reaches down and puts his hands in my back pocket, pulling me toward him. The elevator dings, and in less time than it takes for the doors to begin opening, we’re very much the respectable ones, facing forward, not talking as if nothing could be construed to be out of place.
We walk toward the room and he removes the keycard from his wallet. I lean against the wall as he slips it into the slot and opens the door. As the door is closed, within a second, my jacket is off, my purse is on the floor and I’m pushing him toward the bed, our lips sealed together. I pull his shirt over his head. Well, I try to. I didn’t bother to notice that it’s buttoned all the way up and so he stops me and pulls his shirt back down. I’m sick of waiting and so I ask him where he got the shirt? When he says the name of some midlevel department store, I place my hands through the gaps between his buttons and tear it open, revealing his muscular mature chest.
He chuckles and we’re right by the bed now, so I push him back. He lands sitting and slips the shirt off of his arms. I pull my shirt over my head and tackle him back on the bed. I straddle his legs and my bra starts slipping down my arms. I pull it the rest of the way off and throw it over my shoulder. Did I mention that I’m sick of waiting?
He puts his hands on my butt as I unbutton the front of my pants. When the zipper’s down, he slides his hands beneath the material and touches my smooth, soft ass. That may be enough for him right now, but I’m so ready to go. I quickly stand back up and all but tear my pants down. I kneel between his legs and unbutton his pants. Sure the zipper’s not all the way down, but they slide off easily enough given the proper amount of force. He chuckles and says, “Where’s the fire?”
I respond only with the devilish gleam in my eyes and I pull his boxers down to his feet and throw them over my shoulder like I had with my bra. I stand again and drop my panties. He’s halfway through the word, “Nice,” when I jump on top of him again. I grab his cock and rub it between my wet labia, running it over my clitoris before I angle him to my opening. I push back, and we’re off and running.
He chuckles a bit at my enthusiasm, but what’s the statement again? A woman gets what she wants? Right now I want him, and I want him inside of me. He lifts his hips and scoots us toward the center of the bed. I kiss his chest and his nipples, and he’s grabbing my ass with his strong, firm hands. I rock my pussy up and down him, taking as much of him as I can into my sweetest spot. I flip my hair without the use of my hands and smile with one side of my mouth.
He looks at me through his weighty eyelids and says, “Alexa, you’re crazy.”
I only ride him harder. There’s something about the way he still feels the need to call me Alexa that gets me so hot. I finally respond, “Is that a problem?”
A beautiful smile comes over his face as he says, “Not in the slightest.”
I say, “Well, that’s a good thing then,” and I use the leverage of my arms to push myself onto him hard, but smoothly as I don’t recall having been this wet in quite some time. He lifts his head to kiss me, and our mouths are ravenous. I put my forearms under his shoulders, using the additional leverage of his underarms to help me push myself down on his thick cock. “Have you ever been with an older woman before?” I ask the loaded question.
“I haven’t fantasized about anything else since I started working at your company, Alexa,” he answers, dodging any possible faux pas.
My breasts are pressing into his smooth, muscly chest, and he pushes and pulls the downy contours of my ass, guiding me farther down on his manhood. He stirs my inside with his cock, and I arch my back, giving him a front row seat to my show of two. He lifts his head and kisses my nipples one by one, running his tongue around the circumference and then taking them in turn into his hot mouth.
I ask him if he’s comfortable with anal, and he stops his push and pull for a moment. He resumes and says, “I’m not uncomfortable with it.” I have no idea what that means, so I let the thought slide for a minute, making it appear as if it were a random philosophical question rather than a real curiosity of mine. I suppose that I’d probably best wait until he can make a firm opinion on it, or wait for someone who’s experienced enough with it to show me the ropes as it were.
I flex the muscles in my lower part, grasping his hardness as it slips through my soft opening. His eyes roll back into his head and I tell him that he’s not allowed to come yet. His eyes shoot forward and a new concentration, a new resolve comes over them. He lifts his head and kisses me again, pulling my bottom lip with his lips, lightly running his tongue over it as he slides his hands up to my lower back. He leans forward and I move with him, continuing until we’re both in an upright position. He says, “Hold on,” and tightens his grip around my lower back.
He stands up, and I wrap my legs around him, cradled in his arms. He uses his strong arms to lift and lower me onto his thick member, and I use my upper arms and my hips to aid the process. I half-expect him to put me against the wall, but he’s holding me straight up, feet off the ground with only his own strength and my grip to hold me. I kiss the side of his neck.
I angle myself into him just right for my clitoris to rub nicely into his smooth lower body. I whip my hair behind me and kiss him below the ear. This must be a major spot for him because his knees weaken, and he falls backward onto the bed. I don’t want to bend or break him and so as quickly as I can, I lift myself off of his cock as we fall. When we land, the force propels him forward and me backward and miraculously, he sheathes himself perfectly. I open my eyes in a squint, expecting to see a pained look on his face, but his expression is one of surprise and pride.
We both chuckle at the simple luck of the matter, and I grind him eagerly with a smile on my face. He grins and puts his head back into the bed saying, “That was amazing, but let’s not try it again.” We share another laugh, and I rise to my knees. I rotate my hips counter to the direction that I rotate my body as I turn myself around, still sheathing him within me.
I lean back and flip my core up and down, guiding him against my g-spot. I place one hand on the center of his chest, and with the other I guide one of his hands between my legs. He starts rubbing my clit with a wonderful hunger, and I start to glow. His skilled fingers on my clit and his thick shaft going on and off of my g-spot send my breath into jagged, uneven bursts, and I switch hands on his chest, leading his still free hand to my chest.
He puts his fingers together, lightly grasping the point of my breast and sliding his close fingers back and forth. I let out a pleasured cry and trade my hands again, grasping my untouched mound. I’m stimulated from four points, any one of which would get me going, but the combination makes short the distance between now and full-throated, screaming pleasure. My legs quiver, and I feel the wetness growing around his cock, and there’s nothing that I can do but come hard. The warm electric surges shoot throughout my body in a pulse of sensuality, and my muscles contract over his tight-fitting package.
My hand supporting me shivers and quakes and quickly gives out, and I fall backward into his firm chest laughing through my own pleasure. He chuckles and asks me if I’m okay. I answer him when I can, but it’s not immediate. He must have figured out that my continued hard breathing and still trembling body is a good sign that I’m doing just fine.
As the orgasm eases off, I start laughing again. I say, “We’re having a hell of a time of it, aren’t we?”
He snickers and responds, “I think we’re doing pretty well despite the fact that neither of us seem to have any control over our own gravity.”
I try to lift myself back into a better position, but can’t quite get my arms under me. I fall back time after time, laughing again until he finally takes his hands and puts them beneath me, angling me up to where I can freely move. My abs contract as we laugh together. Finally, as I start to rotate my hips over his still buried hard-on, I tell him, “However you want me, I want you to take me.” I can’t help but giggle and add, “Just no more falling over.”
His demeanor is serious now as he sits up behind me and, with his strong arms, eases me to my side onto the bed. He places himself over me and enters me sideways. He leans far forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He penetrates slowly at first, but as his urge grows, he starts fucking me so hard that I’m nearly jolted out of reality. The pressure and rocking motion of him between my close legs stimulates my clitoris without the need for manual stimulation, and I’m already climbing to the crest of another orgasm as he asks me where to come.
I tell him to come on my side, but not until I come again. He says, “You’d better hurry,” and sweat drips from his forehead as he continues his pace. I take his words as a challenge and slip my hands between my closed legs and draw quick little circles on my clitoris. It’s not long before the wave crashes and I come so hard. Shivers and warm currents spread throughout my body, and my eyes are wide as I grab one of the pillows and set it over my mouth as we can hear the neighbors pounding on the other side of the wall. I’m still screaming when he pulls out of me and shoots his cum onto me, from my hips to my side, some of it ending up all the way to my hair. He falls onto the bed next to me, and we hold each other, breathing heavily.
When I finally catch my breath, I stand up and walk to the bathroom. I get in the shower and clean myself off. He joins me, and we share a wonderful time caressing and kissing each other until the water goes cold.
I get out and dry myself. I get dressed, but not before trying on his work jacket.
“It’s nice, nicer than your shirt.”
“Thanks.”
I take a walk up and down the room in it, placing my hands in the inside pockets, imagining what it would feel like to be a powerful businessmen. I take it off and kiss him hard on the lips. I tell him, “The room is yours for the night. I have an early business meeting. Room service is fine, but don’t run up my bill too much.”
He smiles and for once, his face isn’t red as he looks me up and down. “Sounds good, Alexa,” he says and kisses me again.
“I don’t have to tell you to keep things qui—”
He puts a finger over my mouth and says, “Our secret.”
I gather my things and give him one last kiss. As I’m walking to the door, I say, “I’ll see you Monday.”
“What’s Monday?” he asks.
“Work?”
“Right, of course,” he replied.
As I walk down to the concierge, I politely inform the hotel that my partner would like to have our payment accounts swapped, and I let out a grin and hand them Justin’s credit card, which I had swiped from his jacket.
“Have a lovely evening.” I remark, and make my way home.