Office Sweet

“See these lines here?” she motioned to the unfinished pieces he had been toiling over for much of the evening, “You can replace them with this to overwrite the error…”

She moved his chair out of the way and, leaning upon the arm, typed in a few things to alter the processing. Her hair was becoming unbound from its knot, tendrils falling across her shoulders and downward to tickle his arm and hand where they floated about her. Haphazardly, she moved them out of her way, the action accidentally bringing the edge of her breast in contact with his shoulder. The involuntary touch sent a shudder through him, as he couldn’t help but realize how little stood between him and the bountiful flesh right next to him.

Saying a small prayer that her concentration was truly upon the computer, he dared a sideways glance. His breath caught once again, for the dim light, shining directly at her, highlighted every inch of her breasts for his viewing. The taut, tanned flesh pressing against the useless fabric of her deeply cut negligee, her pert, erect nipples protruding from the white silk seemed to beg for him to caress them.

The light on the screen flickered, bringing his attention back to where it was supposed to be, and he realized with great joy that whatever she had done was getting the system to respond correctly.

“You’re amazing…” he whispered, watching the data dance in front of him.

“You have no idea,” she responded, her face turning to him, her luscious mouth mere inches from his own.

“Oh?” he swallowed hard as his eyes locked with hers and he summoned all of his willpower to keep his focus from drifting lower, despite the welcoming view.

“You want to touch them, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes smiling at the astonishment he was unable to hide from his own.

“I…”

“Go on, then. Get it out of your system, because the suspense is killing me.”

He froze. Had she just said what he thought she had? Had she just invited him to touch her?

In answer to his question, she turned his chair to face her while she sat upon his desk. Taking hold of his hands, she brought them up and placed them upon her, inviting him to have his way.

They were magnificent. Overflowing from his hands, the hard nubs of her nipples pushing against his palms, he thought he would die from the heat they emitted against his touch. Her head fell back on a sigh, as his ministrations became slightly bolder. He massaged the flesh, caressed it, taking her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinching them slightly to see if he could garner a response.

Her lips parted with a sharp intake of breath as she pushed herself against his touch.

“Put your mouth on them,” she requested, “I want to feel your lips on me.”

Groaning inwardly, his resolve shattered, he bent forward and suckled upon each in turn through the flimsy fabric, finally removing the useless article of clothing altogether. As long as he was dreaming, he figured, he might as well go the full extent.

She allowed him to remove the top, baring her beautiful body to him. Her skin was soft and supple, tanned from many hours in the sun. He remembered her once mentioning to a co-worker that she love to spend her weekends laying out by the pool naked, as her backyard was surrounded by empty tree-lined acreage. The thought of following that bronzed skin to the tip of her toes and back again drove him forward.

He began devouring her, running his mouth across her ribs, nipping at her skin, licking a path from tip to tip of her breasts. In response to his attack, she brought her legs around his waist, locking herself to him, her hot centre pressing intimately against the quickening bulge in his pants.

He groaned, unable to form a complete sentence. Her skin was so hot beneath his hands, he needed to feel more, taste every inch of her.

Deftly, her hands found their way between them, quickly freeing him from his shirt. The hot, muggy summer air hit his skin before she had pressed him to her once more. Then her mouth found his, crushing down upon his lips with a passion he’d have never imagined existed. Their tongues mated feverishly then pulled away, teeth nipping upon lips only to recede and delve back into one another again.

He freed himself from her spell briefly, his common sense screaming for him to realize what he was doing, was about to do, but there was no communicating with his sense of reality at this time. All lines were busy and he wasn't going to wait around to leave a message. Instead, he relinquished all control to the animal instinct within, letting his mouth once again come to rest upon her beautiful breasts, sucking and biting them until she whimpered and writhed, grinding her heat against him.

With a groan, he moved downward, pressing her back upon his desk, her hair spreading across it like an ebony halo. Slowly, he licked and kissed a trail to the top of her jeans, tracing his fingers softly across her skin until she succumbed to the delicious shivers.

One by one, he opened the buttons on her pants, kissing and licking each bit of skin he exposed until they were fully unbuttoned and he could ease them down and over her hips. Underneath, he found only skin and was delighted to discover that her tan did indeed go all the way to her toes.

Her pants in a heap upon the floor, he took a moment to drink in the sight of this bronzed goddess splayed upon his desk. Her long limbs resting comfortably upon the arms of his chair behind him, while he stood between, in full view of her glistening centre.

Casually, he ran his hands up her thighs, pleased at the quivering response the action garnered. Gently, he traced his thumbs along the perfectly shaved triangle of hair between them. She was so hot and he didn’t need the light to see that she was dripping with anticipation of what was to come. Her desire was almost palpable, a living entity which clawed and grasped at him from within the depths of the passion he read in her eyes.

With a grunt, he unbuttoned his pants, giving himself some breathing room, as his own desire was stretching to the limits as well.

He leaned over her, biting and suckling upon her once more. She moaned quite audibly, pressing herself against him the pleasure it caused him to wonderfully intense it was torturous.

“You want that don’t you, you sexy bitch? You want me to bury myself to the hilt inside you and fuck you until you scream. Is that what you want?”

He hesitated slightly at his own words, shocked by his demeanor and the recipient of the comment. Despite their current situation, he was still unsure of himself. At this point he sure as hell knew what he wanted, but was afraid that she was going to come to her senses at any minute. His worry was for naught, as she responded to his lusty tirade with a deeper and wilder groan, her thighs tightening their grip upon his hips.

Emboldened by her reaction, he removed himself from her impressive grip, kissing another hot trail from the valley of her breasts to her navel, smiling as her back arched to meet his lips at every touch. His hands gripping her thighs firmly, he leaned lower, breathing in the scent of her as his mouth teased the soft curls at her apex.

“I’m going to give you what you want soon enough, my dear,” but first, I want to feast upon you.”

She moaned incoherently, bringing herself closer to his lips as he kissed and teased her. Then he came forward, pressing his mouth over her, licking up her honeyed juices with gusto. She was so clean and sweet to the taste, quivering against his tongue as he lapped her up, sucking upon her while she moaned and writhed upon the desk before him.

He marveled at the intensity of her response. Her hair clung to her forehead in dampened ringlets as she tossed her head from side to side, gutturally moaning his name over and over. He could tell she was close to climax, as she ground against his chin with every thrust of his tongue and fingers, and he debated momentarily whether or not to release her from this particular torment and then start anew with another, but decided against it. He wanted to feel her squeeze around him for her first orgasm, and his fingers just wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate her response.

Instead, he stood, letting his pants slide off of his hips as his engorged flesh sprang free of its prison. Taking himself in hand, he rubbed against her slick swell, teasing her until she was gasping and scratching his thighs with her nails, her hands digging into his flesh as she waited for him to come to her.

God what a beautiful sight she made, sprawled upon his desk like a wanton harlot. Her hair was thrown wildly about her, her chest heaving as she panted with need. Her dark eyes were hooded, gazing at him hotly, lewd promises held within their depths, while her parted lips, swollen from his passionate kisses, smirked at him with a new amusement.

He kissed her again, unable to deny his need and determined to wipe the grin from her smug little face. The response was scorching, burning him to his toes as his cock, positioned at the starting gate, twitched and urged him forward, the tip just entering her heat before her legs clamped around him stopping his entrance.

“Not yet,” she whispered into his ear, her hands positioning themselves against his chest, while her legs eased him away from her, “You’re not the only one with a trick or two up their sleeve.”

Before he had fully recovered from the surprise of being told to wait, she pushed him backward to land in a sprawling heap in his chair. With cat-like grace she eased herself from the desk and onto her knees before him, wrapping her arms around his legs and running her mouth and tongue all over him. With gradually increasing force, she took one of his nipples between her teeth, nipping the hard bud and introducing a shock wave of pleasure running through his body.

Her mouth blazed a trail across his abdomen in her decisive descent. Her tongue tasted the salty maleness of his skin, as she grabbed hold of him with her petite yet strong little hand and shot him a smoldering glance before running her tongue from base to tip.

He moaned his approval of this new exploration, his body in full agreement. Her tongue tortured him, sliding along his thick shaft, hesitating only to administer butterfly kisses across the tip and back down. Without warning, she grabbed him securely sending the blood rushing through him until he was so swollen and hypersensitive to the touch he thought he would burst. With an evil grin, she brought her mouth down on him, swallowing him to the hilt.

A strangled gasp escaped his lips and he grabbed hold of the arms of the chair until his knuckles were white and his fingers were leaving marks on the supple leather. A moan echoed deep in his throat, surprising even him with its depth and intensity. Her mouth moved up and down in a steady sucking rhythm, his hips involuntarily matching her stroke for stroke. He could feel her tongue wrapping around his shaft with every movement of her lips, his body tightening with his need as she caressed him with fingertips and tongue.

The sensation of her hot mouth and tongue bathing him lovingly was almost too much to handle. With a groan, he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to stand and back up against the desk. Hands on her slender waist, he lifted her upon the desktop, leaning her back in order to properly position her for unobstructed access.

To his genuine surprise, she braced herself upon her elbows, her arms bent behind her and both legs upon his shoulders. Then, wrapping her ankles around his neck, she dragged him bodily to her, reaching up with one hand to bring his mouth to hers.

“Fuck me…please. I want to feel you inside me!” she begged, nipping at his lips and chin, while pulling him almost on top of her.

Not one to disappoint a beautiful naked woman with a purpose, he brought himself to her opening. She was so wet with her desire, it took all of his concentration and restraint not to just bury himself in her heat. He was determined to tease her, to torture her with the desire and anticipation he had felt for her since the first day she had walked into his life, until they both could not take any more. This was an experience he was going to savor and he refused to ease either of their suffering until the very last second, as he may never find himself in this position again.

“Is this what you want?” he asked her, rubbing the head of his cock against her until she squirmed and whimpered before him.

“Do you want this?”

“God, yes!” she responded, her breaths coming in short gasps as she tried to drag him forward.

“Please, give it to me!”

He allowed himself the pleasure of entering her halfway. A wave of intense pleasure washed over him as her muscles closed around him, sucking him farther into her. The intensity of her heat was almost unbearable, never in his life had he felt something so rousing. It was as if she was molded especially for him.

“God you feel so good,” he whispered into her ear. A low, rumbling moan from the recesses of her throat was his only response as she fell backwards upon the desk once more, her legs urging him forward, her straining muscles begging him to come to her.

His resolve in shambles, he finally relented and gave in to the primal urges that had been controlling him since she first put his hands on her. Grabbing hold of her hips, he drove into her, burying himself fully. A resounding cry echoed through the stillness of the room as she arched her back off of the desk, her hips rising in his grasp to meet him as he started to feverishly thrust into her.

With a primitive growl, he fell upon her, scattering the contents of his desk upon the floor in his wake. Her legs clamped about his arms and shoulders, her hips rising to take every inch of him into her as she scratched a bloody trail across his shoulders and down his back. She was so tight and wet that he felt she was squeezing the life from him with every stroke.

Her orgasm was building towards a screaming crescendo, he could feel her bearing down on him like a vise, her muscles milking him towards his own climax and not leaving him much room for refusal. He wanted to hold back, he wanted to feel her clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, wracking her body with orgasmic spasms until she lay beneath him gasping for breath.

Reaching between them, he gingerly rubbed his thumb across her swollen clit, smiling with satisfaction as her body once again arched, bringing her shoulders clear off the desk and sending her into the exact reaction he had been craving. Her shout of ecstasy rang clear throughout the room and outer office, overpowering the traffic noise and thunderstorm combined. Her pussy gripped him mercilessly, forcing the same response from him and giving no quarter.

The pressure built within him, and he let it ride. With a cry of his own, he let the pleasure flow through him, his muscles tense as he let loose the buildup of pressure and released himself into her waiting warmth.

Exhausted, he fell backwards into his waiting chair, drinking in the vision of his beautiful assistant laying naked, spent and sprawled across his desktop. He had reached a level of peace most likely reserved for devout monks at the height of Zen. He had found Utopia and never wanted to return home.

With a sigh, his vision returned to her senses and raised herself into a sitting position upon the desk. Smiling, she gestured towards the windowsill, indicating the cigarette she had left behind in favour of a more tasty diversion. With a chuckle, he handed it back to her, watching intently as she re-lighted it and took a long drag.

For a moment, he allowed himself to believe that this was the beginning of something new and wonderful for him. The escape to the exciting unknown that he had always craved but shied away from due to an incapability to ignore his common sense. If only it was possible to have this newfound bliss happily coincide with the responsible reality of his normal existence.

“So much for office politics…” she mused, climbing down from her perch to lean in front of him.

Almost as an afterthought, he reached out, cupping a breast in his hand and caressing it. The quiet sigh she emitted changed to a purr as he took the still erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it between them. She leaned into his touch, eyes shut and lips parted, enjoying the warmth of his hands on her body.

“So where do we go from here?” he wondered aloud, not sure if he really wanted the answer.

She laughed gently, reaching out to brush her hair away from his face in order to place a peck on his damp forehead.

“Well, there’s that trip to Florida…” she grinned. “I’m going to need someone to carry my luggage.”

He laughed, thinking that spending time in a tropical environment with a woman who despises tan lines could be a memorable experience. He must have been dreaming, because late nights at work only ended like this in the movies.

She stood up, removing herself from his grasp, and began putting her clothes back on. Although disappointed to be losing the tremendous view, he knew it was for the best. They couldn’t risk anyone finding them in their current state, or it would mean trouble for office relations.

“Looks like we finished up at the same time,” she laughed, pointing to the monitor. The program had ceased churning and had launched the long awaited demo.

With a whoop of joy, he grabbed her by the shoulders, planting a solid kiss upon her lips, “You are amazing!”

“You have no idea,” she grinned and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the déjà vu.

“I’m beginning to get one,” he replied with a smirk.

She winked at him, “See, I knew you needed some sugar…”

The sound of her voice startled him from his reverie…wheeling around in his chair, he realized that he had dozed off for a considerable amount of time. The line of saliva dragging from the side of his chair to his lip was a good indication of that as well.

Before him, clad in dark jeans, which she had rolled up to her knees and a white button-down shirt was the object of his erotically charged slumber. Just as he had dreamt, she stood there drenched and holding a cup of coffee just under his nose.

It was a dream? The entire blissful event had all been a dream? How could it be possible? He wanted to shout to the heavens at such an injustice. It had been so real, so tangible. He swore he could still taste her upon his lips.

Surreptitiously, he dared a glance downward and was relieved to discover he had not disgraced himself by ruining his pants in addition to his composure. A small saving grace, that.

He collected himself as best he could, only to look up and find that she was laughing at him while unbuttoning her outer shirt, then removing and tossing it across the back of the chair in front of her. Underneath, the lingerie she wore was just as he dreamed, useless. He could see every inch of her outline through the thin, sopping material: The swell of her tanned breasts, accented by the hardened nubs of her nipples where they protruded from the sheer silk. The curve of her back, hips and waist...

Following his glance, she shot him a heated look, emphasized by a knowing smile. Slowly, she walked over to stand next to him, crouching down to get a better look at the monitor in front of him.

“Look at you, slaving away at this damn program. Honestly, the things you do to yourself.”

Turning to face the monitor, her eyes squinting against the glare, she began studying the various lines of code. After about a minute, her face perked up and she entered a few lines of her own and pressed enter. The system sprang to life, the data on the screen flashing and compiling before his eyes. Satisfied with herself, she turned back to him and offered him the cup of coffee she had brought in with