Late in the Office with Laura

It was far too late to still be working. Alex glanced at his watch: it was almost ten o'clock. The sixth floor of the office had long since been deserted and the movement sensing lights had all gone dark, save for the two in his office, and those immediately around Laura's desk, directly outside his door in the open plan area. In all the fourteen years she had worked for him, ever since he took her on as a trainee, this was latest she had ever had to stay. All credit to her, he hadn't even asked, she knew the situation and she had volunteered. The mountain of papers she had been sorting, hole-punching and putting into lever-arch files had steadily reduced over the evening and he could see that she was nearly done.

Alex rubbed his eyes, tying to ignore the headache that had been developing over the last five hours of proof-reading documents on the computer. He leaned back in his chair and called out to Laura.

"Is there any of that nasty pizza left?"

"Nope. Except for the piece I dropped on the floor!" She gestured over her shoulder, "but I know there is more wine left if you wanted to steal another bottle!" She flashed him a broad grin.

He laughed, pushed himself up wearily from his desk and walked out of his office towards the little catering kitchen where the wine for the events his firm put on for clients was stored. He shook his head at Laura as he walked past.

"You mean more of the wine that is for clients."

"The wine is my compensation for sorting out this mess" she replied.

"Fair."

Alex took a bottle out of the fridge and grabbed another two cheap plastic wine 'glasses' from a cupboard. In the morning, he promised himself, he was going to tell his facilities team to buy some proper glasses. He walked back across the office. Laura was standing, bent over her desk and facing away from him, moving papers around. He had taken her on because she was far and away the best candidate he had interviewed, although a couple of guys had asked whether he had even read her CV. If anything, she was more cute now than she had been then. She was a redhead, about five-five / five-six, with green eyes and curves. She had more than a handful of ass, and on the occasions she wore something low cut she could have asked him for any pay-rise she wanted. That red hair though; she mostly wore it loose and long, and he was pretty sure if she was naked she might just about be able to hide her nipples behind the last few centimetres of hair. The long green dress she was wearing now wasn't tight enough to do more than hint at the outline of her figure from behind; it certainly didn't grab her ass as tightly as Alex was thinking about doing.

In all the time they had worked together nothing romantic had ever happened between them. Not quite. To celebrate thirteen years of them working together, a year last April, he had taken the team out for drinks and given a little speech in which he joked that the traditional present for thirteen years of marriage was lace, but he was worried about whether HR would approve of his choice of lingerie. Later that night, when it was just the two of them left in the bar, he had passed her an envelope with an Agent Provocateur gift card inside. He had bought it on impulse and knew it was a risky move. A risqué move even. He had almost convinced himself not to give it to her, but there had been something about the way she seemed determined to outstay everyone else so it would be just them, and how after she had been to restroom she sat so close that their legs kept touching. He knew he had made the right decision when she had immediately taken out her phone and logged onto the website. She made him pick out something he thought she would look good in: he chose a black lace basque, thong and suspenders. Still showing him the phone-screen, she swapped the thong for a g-string and ordered it with the gift-card. He often thought about how good her ass must look in that g-string.

As it happens, a few years ago there had been a rumour in the office that they were sleeping together. He had no idea how it started; something to do with them leaving a staff party at the same time, which had been pure coincidence. When he heard the rumour he didn't actively discourage it. He knew that when someone mentioned it to Laura she had left them with more questions than answers. Given the ten year age difference it was far more flattering to him than to her, but it seemed that she hadn't been horrified by the idea.

"Here's your compensation," he joked as he poured her a glass of wine. "You didn't drive in this morning did you?"

"Yep." Laura shrugged nonchalantly and took a sip of her wine. "This is nice. Working late isn't so bad!"

Alex hesitated for a moment and she noticed. She sighed and tilted her head slightly to one side. "I'm not going to drive home, don't worry. I've already told Ben I'm going to stay over in town. I booked a room in the Hilton right across the road about an hour ago. You are paying. Obviously." He felt that they held each other's gaze for just a second longer than was decent.

Laura took another sip of her wine and laughed. "I have got myself a little upgrade. The honeymoon suite was taken but my mine does have a jacuzzi bath. And just in case I hit the room service too hard the reservation is in your name. The finance team won't dare question why there is pink Cristal on the bill if they think it was you."

"I doubt you'll get through a bottle of champagne by yourself on top of the two and a half bottles of wine we have got through here."

"Well I might not drink it." She smirked, just a little. "I might just have a champagne shower. Or I could share it. To be precise, the reservation is for Alex and Laura Page. I will also be needing to borrow your office credit card."

She said it all so nonchalantly, Alex wasn't quite sure how to respond. He half smiled, half-laughed and walked back into his office. His computer had locked itself and it took him a moment before he was able to think clearly enough to type in his password. After that he stared vacantly at the screen, trying to decide whether Laura had just given him a clear invitation to go to her hotel room, or whether it was just a little flirting between friends. He thought about getting her naked; drinking champagne with her in that jacuzzi; taking her to bed. He was eventually able to snap out of it and get back to work. He was literally just typing the closing sentence when Laura walked in with the bottle of wine to top up his glass. She had brought her glass in with her too and sat on the edge of his desk.

"And I am done," Alex said, dramatically hitting the mouse to save the document.

"Same," Laura replied, holding out her glass, "cheers." They tapped their plastic glasses together.

"Is Ben annoyed you're not going home?". He closed his laptop.

Laura gave a half-shrug. "Not really. Although to be honest I didn't tell him you were working late too. That might have been an issue". She paused for a moment, sipped her wine, then said, "he sort of got it into his head that I fancied you and we were having an affair. About a year ago. He's never quite been able to let it drop."

"Why would he think that?" Alex was aware that he wasn't really making eye contact with her, completely distracted, wondering how she would respond if he kissed her right now. The lights outside his office went dark.

"I probably shouldn't tell you." He saw her bite her bottom lip and brush a few strands of hair back behind her ear, perhaps nervously. She looked down at the floor. "I had some of the girls round to mine. We were all drunk when he got home from the pub and he sat with us for a bit. We were talking about whether we would sleep with our bosses for a promotion. When it got to me the girls were joking that they already knew the answer and that I'd sleep with you even if you had already promoted me. It was just silly but he got a little bit obsessed with it."

"The girls didn't do you any favours there!" Alex couldn't help but ask, "why were they so sure of your answer?"

She looked him in the eye. "Well I guess they know me pretty well!" He noticed her big green eyes move down to his chest. "As soon as they knew I was working late tonight they were joking about us having sex on your desk. Rachel messaged me twenty minutes ago asking if we've done it."

Laura put her glass down on the desk next to her.

"I replied and said not yet, but she should ask me again in an hour."

After that line there really was nothing else for it. In what was almost one seamless motion Alex stood up, put both arms around her, one on the small of her back, one on the back of her head, both pulling her into him, and kissed her. Her response was immediate. Laura tilted her head, opened her lips so her tongue could move against his, and pressed her hands on his shoulder-blades.

Still kissing her, Alex helped Laura stand and manoeuvred her through 180 degrees, until her back was pressed against a tall cabinet. He cupped her face with his left hand, tilting her head back so he could kiss her throat, underneath her right ear. She moaned at the touch of his lips just there and he felt her fingernails on his back, even through his shirt.

"This can be my real compensation for working late" she said softly, before their lips locked again. Alex ran both his hands up her back, his knuckles against the cabinet, fingers reaching to find out how her dress was fastened. A clasp and a zip. He fumbled with the clasp for a second or two, then it was open and he drew the zip to its end, about half-way down her back. Straight away the dress fell loose across her shoulders. There was not a shadow of a doubt that this was something they both badly wanted to happen. Needed to happen. With their lips just about parted, Laura crossed her arms over her chest and slowly pulled her dress down over her shoulders. Alex kissed the flawless skin of her right shoulder and then closed his hands over hers, pulling the dress down further until he had to let go so she could slip out of it completely. It glided down her legs to the office floor.

She was wearing black lace lingerie, a bra and thong. If this was typical of her everyday lingerie, he thought she must have some very bold sets for the weekend. The curve of the bra was very low across her breasts, only just covering her nipples, and the pattern meant there was almost more skin than lace. He kissed her again, urgently, his hands caressing her bare skin. He wanted to touch her everywhere at the same time. She undid the buttons on his shirt from top to bottom and her nails scratched down his chest. Then she reached behind her own back to undo her bra, and discarded it, moving with no less urgency than him. His hands were immediately on her breasts, his thumbs passing back and forth over her hard nipples. As he massaged and kneaded her boobs, Laura wiggled her hips and pushed the thong over the curves and let it drop. Alex moved his grip down to the cheeks of her ass, squeezing hard and he pressed his body against her so she could feel how much he needed her.

Laura put her two hands together on his chest and pushed him back towards his chair. She broke their kiss so he could sit, and fell readily to her knees. She leant in and kissed his stomach, as she unfastened his belt, then unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. Alex lifted up and she tugged his trousers down. He had imagined this many, many times.

Her gorgeous red hair was falling in every direction and she swept it all expertly behind her head and then back over her left shoulder. Laura looked up at Alex, her left hand closing tightly around his dick and slowly starting to work it. She kept eye contact as her tongue flicked over his head, then she closed her lips over it and took him into her mouth. Just an inch at first, her tongue rolling over his head, her hand still slowly stroking him.

"Fuck Laura" was all he could manage.

She slid her lips further down the shaft and each time she drew her head back she almost let him slip out of her mouth. She had a certain way of sucking hard on his head that no one had done to him before and it was a revelation. Alex put both hands on her head but let her continue to dictate the pace. She went down again and took him all. He was seven inches long, a good seven inches, and he could feel the spasm from the muscles in her throat as she forced them to accept him. He felt her hands tense and her nails dig into his legs as her body resisted, but she held him there. When she started bobbing her head again, more quickly now, and taking him completely each time, he could feel he was close to cumming.

Alex quite gently pulled a handful of hair to guide her mouth off his dick, and stood up, pulling Laura up with him at the same time. He spun her to face the desk and she dutifully bent forward, legs apart, and held the table's edge where she had been perched just a short while ago. He gripped her hips firmly and bent his knees a little to find the right angle, because she was so much shorter than him. At the second thrust he was inside her fully. She groaned loudly and turned her head to watch him as he fucked her.

After that blowjob, Alex knew he wasn't going to last long. He reached for her breasts with both hands. He pussy was so tight he could feel her muscles flexing with every single thrust.

"Harder. Please." Every push inside her elicited a louder moan and she let her head fall forwards, hair spilling all over the desk. She continued to beg "harder, harder, harder."

Alex obliged, and at the same time took a grip of both her wrists, pulling her arms back towards him so she no longer needed the desk for support. He caught a glimpse of their reflection in the window just as she started to push herself back into him, rolling her hips expertly, clearly getting close herself. Her body was perfect.

She pleaded, "fuck me like this all night?"

"Is that what you want?"

"I want it so much," she promised him, "I'm yours tonight."

Alex pulled out of her, turned her quickly so she was sat on the edge of the desk again, and pushed his dick back inside her. They kissed each other hard, almost aggressively, arms holding tightly, heads tilting left, then right and then back again, tongues caressing each other, bodies pressed together and her heels pressed into his thighs.

He felt her start to cum; the urgency in the movement of her hips, the way her arms tensed, her mouth open but no longer able to kiss him back and the deepening of her moans.

"Please cum in me" she begged and then the only single word she could manage was his name, repeated over and over. He held himself deep inside her as he came, as hard as he could ever remember. Then in the calm moments afterwards, as their bodies relaxed, he kissed her and as he did, he noticed that he didn't feel a flicker of regret. He just wanted her again, and he thought about the hotel room, and the jacuzzi.