The Drop Off Pt. 06

She hesitated. Stood silently before the closed office door and ran her hand through her hair, sweeping it off her face and down her back. Then, deciding not to knock, she turned the handle and stepped in, shutting the door behind her.

Henry looked up surprised from where he sat behind the desk.

"Laura? Good morning." Laura watched his eyes skim down her body. Now that she was here in the room with him her anxiety seeped away and she acted with pure instinct. She placed the packet on the middle of his desk and came around to sit on the edge.

"Shall I stay in case you have any questions?" she asked looking into his eyes. He held her gaze and she knew even now her arousal was rising as her body wanted him, anticipated him. She could feel heat and wetness between her legs. Laura had long ago learned to slow her breathing down and count out slow breaths.

"I do have a question for you," Henry finally answered. He continued his hard stare into her eyes and she found she couldn't look away. He could be aroused or furious or determined, Laura was unable to guess his intentions.

"What do you want, Laura?"

"I want you." It was hard to say but it was the truth. Laura said it softly but with finality.

Henry's gaze softened a little and he reached forward, taking her hand in his and pulling her gently onto his lap. He circled his arms around her waist, squeezing her and kissed her shoulder softly.

"You're going to have to be more specific at the present time," he told her.

"I want you to touch me." Laura drew his hands up over her breasts, covering them. She felt him shift under her, he hummed as he massaged her through her shirt and bra. He slid his arms under her and turned her to face him, her skirt riding up high on her thighs as she spread her knees and settled into his lap with her crotch pressed against his growing bulge.

Henry lifted her shirt and she raised her arms to allow him to pull it off.

"Laura you are so sexy." He growled at the sight of her black lacy bra and found her nipples with his fingers, squeezing them and twisting them gently. The pain made her gasp and thrust her hips sharply forward, needing to grind against him. Leaning forward he kissed her neck with a flurry of soft kisses that sent shivers up and down Laura's arms and shoulders. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, raising her off his lap for a second to pull it down and off her. Laura let him spin her around and bend her forward over the desk, leaning and arching her back. She knew her round ass was right in his face and Henry didn't disappoint.

"Laura, you have the most incredible ass." Henry's hands were strong and they squeezed her cheeks, his fingers running down the thong in her crack and providing the most delicious stimulation. Laura was panting almost immediately, She spread her legs wider and leaned over further.

"Yes, Henry," she murmured, bathing in a glow of arousal from his rough hands on her, remembering the feeling of him spanking her.

Abruptly his hands were gone. When she twisted around to see why, he was pulling off his pants and boxers, his erection swinging in front.

"Take off your thong," he ordered, his voice deep and full of authority.

Laura reached back, her face and breasts pressed against the cold wood of his desk, and pulled her thong down slowly. His hands returned, running over her hips and his fingers now dipping between her legs to find her dripping.

"Laura, you taste so good." He was licking his fingers and holding his cock. She felt him slide it up and down her slit, searching, bumping her clit and then he pushed his hips forward and slid inside. She gasped a little as he stretched her, his hands held her hips firmly and he pushed all the way in. Laura took a deep breath and contracted her muscles deep within, gripping him, increasing her own friction and pleasure.

"Oh, God," he groaned and she knew he could feel her squeezing him as he drew back and then leaned into her once more. Slowly he fucked her, long slow strokes that built her up slowly.

"Henry, yes!" Laura was pushing back against him now, willing him to speed up. His pace drove her wild with anticipation. "Please, Henry, more," she moaned. He responded immediately, fucking her harder, faster, so that she came on him crying out and not caring who heard in the hallway.

"Shh, Laura," He reached his hand around and slipped two fingers into her mouth, she sucked on them hungrily to keep from making more noise. He pulled out and she whimpered, suddenly empty, but he sat back and brought her onto his lap on the chair positioning her hips over him and pulling her down in one strong stroke. She grabbed the back of the chair and started to lift herself, pushing herself up and down on his stick and rocking forward into him to feel her clit grind against his hard stomach. Here he was, gorgeous and sexy, fucking her in his office.

Quickly, before she had time to enjoy the build up, she was coming again, smashing her hips forward and riding waves of bliss. She sagged in his lap still stuffed with his cock. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted as he stood to lay her down on the desk. The hard desk and the feel of the paperwork beneath her made her squirm but he held her legs immobile and stared down at her. He started pulsing, pulling out just a few inches and pushing back in immediately. Overstimulated, she was shivering and thrashing at this new tempo. She felt his fingers find her, stroking her outer lips and thighs as he lengthened his strokes.

"Touch your breasts, Laura."

Laura's hands had been clutching and grasping, trying to find something to hold on to. Now she brought them to her chest, and with Henry's eyes smoldering she pulled down the straps of her bra to free her breasts. She clutched the pale mounds, sliding the nipples between her fingers the way he did, squeezing and rubbing with vigour now that her inner heat rose again.

"Keep going," he told her sternly. Henry was breathing heavily, slowing his speed and increasing pressure on her clit. He threw his head back and came inside her, repeating her name as her thighs clenched and her vision swam a little.

Laura stretched her arms and lay on the desk with her legs still in his hands, too exhausted to move. Henry slid out carefully and twisted to grab some tissues from a box on the shelf behind his desk.

"Convenient," Laura observed. He smiled and reached for his pants as he finished wiping their combined juices off himself. She looked away from him to try to locate some of her clothes, pulling her bra back into place. He handed her the thong with a grin.

"Thank you." Laura wasn't sure what she wanted him to say. "What happens now?" she asked him.

"I have some work to get done on this paperwork actually." He hesitated, then said "thank you, Laura, that was really fun."

Laura wasn't sure how she liked the sound of that. She pulled her skirt and blouse on slowly, anticipating him asking her out, making plans for next time. He helped her and said nothing.

The silence stretched as he sat back down and she searched for words.

"I guess..." Laura spoke hesitantly. "I guess I'll see you next Monday if everything comes through on time."

"I'm afraid not," he told her. "Friday is my last day here."

The silence was now deafening. Laura reached down to adjust the straps of her sandals. It wasn't what she had thought. She swallowed and walked to the door. When she turned back he was looking at her, waiting for her to speak.

She had nothing to say to him. He could wait all day. Laura shut the door behind her and walked away.

The End

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This was my first time trying my hand at writing erotica. The process has given me a new respect for the authors on this site.

If you took the time to read through my story, thank you.

-Alliwantis