Thinking about him standing over me while I'm sat on the other side of his desk.
It was an extremely long day dealing with unruly clients, and once we realized we were the last people in, we sat in his office and drank the scotch he'd stashed away.
We were friends and had been for years. But with my drunken haze and his tired eyes, I couldn't help but feel a tension in the air. Maybe it was the long hours, maybe it was the scotch..either way, i take notice of his big hands for the first time, how they pulled at his tie. And how his face seemed to soften when his slick back hair unraveled around his features.
I started to wonder what it'd be like to see him unravel, and if he'd ever wondered the same about me.
Rambling about one of his calls, he stood over me with his arms crossed and his gaze hard. His voice drifting as he noticed me staring...
"Huh? Sorry what were you saying?"
He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "You're always drifting off."
"Wrong, im always drifting on. Always thinking of something." I felt witty for a second...a second.
"Oh?" He leaned down toward me, mocking me, "And what does the beautiful Jane think about?"
I kept his gaze, though I could feel him wanting to look away.
"Oh im sure you'd love to know." My voice had become thicker, fuller, lustful. His eyes darken, his hands now leaning on the arm rests of the chair, hair slightly in my face.
I could hear his heart beat, smell the alcohol on his breath, see down his shirt through his chest hair.
"Oh im sure I could guess."
I trembled at his response. Had i been that obvious? My face grew hot, and for a moment, not a word was spoken. Time stopped and I became a slave to whatever magic he had in that bottle, in that scent, in those hands.
It mustve been the drinks, right?
We're just friends...right?
Alarms went off in my head as he finally broke the gap and leaned in to kiss me. A part of me was screaming that this was a bad idea, that it couldn't possibly end well. But the tension was higher than I'd felt in..ever...and as if all in one moment, I needed him desperately.
We kissed with a slight resistance. Something between a dance & a fight. He grabbed me by the small of my back and pressed me against him, his long legs kneeling down on his knees, keeping me locked with him, my own legs wrapped around his torso.
The feeling of his hands roaming my body..as if i had something hidden for him to find.
Whatever he was looking for, I'd surely give to him. In that moment, I was play - putty - mud. Malleable and innocent and wanting nothing more than to stop the ever running dialog in my mind.
But I knew it wasn't that simple. It truly never is.
He placed his palm on my panties and I rode against him pathetically. His stubble hurting my face in the best way, a constant reminder that i was weak & he was strong.
Hearing his overtly satisfied chuckle in the office normally makes my eyes roll, but hearing it dripping in my ear only made me melt.
I reached to touch him through his pants, feeling his shoulders relax and hearing him take a deep breath. He was just as wet as me.
His whine made me want to scream, but i couldn't give him that satisfaction. "Not so smart now, are you?" I whispered in his mouth, unzipping his pants and teasing his head.
He took it in for a second before opening his eyes, removing my hand, and roughly sliding his hands under my skirt.
"Take these panties off." He muttered sternly, yanking my pink panties down to my ankles before standing up over me and pulling out his cock.
"Touch yourself for me." His voice dripped in salt and molasses as he leaned against the desk. Lighting a cigarette, he blew a little in my face.
Stunned, annoyed, soaking wet, and embarrassingly needy, I didn't know what to do... I just felt the heat between my legs rise as I watched him start to rub his cock for me.
So I admit I was a good girl....I leaned back in that chair, spread my legs across the arm rests, and played with my cunnie while he watched me, matching his rhythm to mine.
And he told me how good I was, and I came over and over. And when he finally finished, he came in my mouth...
And I went home with that fuzzy feeling in my head and my sex, and I can't stop wondering when I'll get drinks with him again.
