I Know What You Want 5

As per usual and the memes, this meeting could have been an email. Instead, I am listening to Bill drone on about something and watching you. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. We don't know each other but I've noticed you, and I think you've noticed me. Sometimes I see you glance over towards my desk, and when I look up you quickly look away. You look over towards me now, and our eyes meet for a moment before you adjust your glasses and pretend to be paying attention to the meeting. That split second of eye contact has brought a satisfying heat to my belly, and I shift in my chair. You are a bit fidgety as well, crossing your ankle over your leg and then uncrossing it, leaning back into your chair and then sitting up straight.

I can hear Bill talking, but I have no idea what he is saying. I know there are other people in the room, but right now it feels like it is just you and me. Your fingers tap on the paper in front of you, but every so often you realize you're doing that and you curl your hand into a fist to still it. Your hands are large; your fingers long and thick, nails neatly trimmed and buffed. I notice that today you are wearing a silk tie, blue with black stripes. It is a little crooked at the moment. I wonder how that silk would feel on the wrists.

I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together. It feels good and I do it again. If I was alone, I would wet my fingers, put them on my clit and rub, thinking about how your tongue would feel there. Instead I bring my eyes up to the whiteboard and force myself to pay attention.

The meeting finally finishes and we are allowed to go on with our days. We bump into each other on the way out of the conference room, and you excuse yourself quickly, looking down. I watch you walk away, appreciating the width of your shoulders, and the curve of your ass.

I think about making a trip to the washroom to take care of the achy feeling between my legs but I decide to sit with it instead. There isn't much time until the end of the day. I busy myself with some email; half of my brain is somewhere else, somewhere a mouth is tending to that ache, is licking the wetness I can feel dampening my panties. About 3:30, I drop a note on your desk.

The office empties slowly at 5, but you're still here. I spot you out of the corner of my eye heading back into the conference room. I take a quick look around. Bill is heading out the door and glances my way.

"You coming?" he says, holding the door open a bit.

"Soon," I say. "I have a couple of things I need to tend to before I head out."

He nods and lets the door close behind him, throwing his hand up in a wave as he goes.

The clock ticks loudly in the empty office. You have not come out of the conference room. I get up from my desk, check to see that I am alone, and walk over to the door. I put my ear to it: there is no sound of laptop keys clicking, or the creaking of a chair. I open the door.

You are sitting opposite the door, hands on the table. Waiting. Waiting for me. You smile at me now, eyes traveling down my body and then back up again. I turn, and lock the door.

"I got your message," you say as I lean against the door. I don't say anything. I let my eyes travel over your body. I can see the outline of your chest through your white shirt. You have loosened your tie a little and I see the place where your neck meets your shoulder, and lick my bottom lip.

You smile again, confident. You think you know what is going to happen in this conference room, but you don't. You do not know.

"What do you want?' you ask. I am still quiet. I cross my arms. I tilt my head.

Your grin begins to fade. "What?" you say. I don't reply.

I keep watching you as you start to fidget in your chair, pushing back from the table. This is turning you on; I can see the outline of your cock starting to harden and grow. Your hips shift.

I walk around the table towards you and your face changes; you feel like you are back in control. You smile and begin to stand up, and I press my hand to your chest.

"Wait," I say. Your eyebrows crinkle. You press your lips together. You sit back down.

I take a step back and look at you for a moment, opening the top button of my blouse. Your mouth falls open at the glimpse of skin on my collarbone. I point at your tie and mimic taking it off. A small smile forms on your face and you begin to undo the knot.

"Good boy," I say, as you loosen the tie and remove it from your collar.

Now your eyebrows lift and I can see that you begin to understand how this is going to go. I put my hand out and you pass the tie to me. I point to the buttons on your shirt, and you start to undo them. My pussy is aching and wet. I feel a jolt as you open your shirt, exposing the bare skin, your small hard nipples, the curl of hair around them. My hands want to move over the swell of the muscles there, to brush those nipples and see if you respond. You ease the shirt from your arms and toss it on the table. You pause, looking up at me. I reach towards you to remove your glasses, fold them, and put them on the table with your shirt.

I run my hand over your chest - oh, that chest - and up over your shoulder, running it down the muscles of your arm, the firm triceps and biceps, down your forearm until I catch your wrist and bring it behind you. A shiver goes through you. My nipples harden against the lacy fabric of my bra. I look at you with eyebrows raised. You nod. You offer the other arm to me, and I tie your wrists together with your tie. There is a clicking sound from the computer at the front of the room.

"What happens now?" you ask, a little short of breath.

I move in front of you. "You watch," I say.

I lift my skirt up over my hips to show you my panties, damp from thinking of you through the day. I slide my panties over my hips and down my thighs, letting them fall to the floor. I put my finger to your lips; you open your mouth and suck on it. I relish the feeling of your tongue as you swirl it around my finger. I place the finger on my pussy lips and spread them apart. Your eyes widen and your mouth opens. You lick your lips.

"Soon enough," I say, and spread the wetness over my clit and rub. I put one foot up on a chair and show you my whole self. I sigh as I slip a finger inside me. I close my eyes. I cup my palm and rub my clit with the heel of my hand as I finger myself. The heat and pressure builds inside me and fuck, I want to come. I can hear you moan. I bring myself right to the edge, and then stop.

I open my eyes and see you watching me, mouth open, breath heavy, sweat on your brow.

"Let me help," you say. "Please." Your voice is high and tight.

I take my skirt off and lay it carefully on the table. My pussy is throbbing, and I press my thighs together. I unbutton my blouse, slowly, carefully, watching you the whole time. You cannot sit still; your hips are squirming, your cock is straining against your pants. I lay my blouse on the table and unclasp my bra, holding it in front of my breasts for a moment.

"Please," you say again. I smile, and let the bra fall to the floor. You make an "unph" sound when my breasts are free. You are panting now, pulling at the tie holding your wrists together.

"What do you want, my good boy?" I ask.

"I want to taste you," you say. "Please. Please let me taste you." Your voice is urgent.

"Since you asked so nicely," I say, and pull the chair closer to the table. I sit in front of you and spread my legs wide. I lean back onto my elbows and let my head fall back.

"Make me feel so good," I say. You lean forward and I can feel your warm breath on my thighs, my pussy lips. You take a deep breath and let out a small sound of satisfaction. You only have your tongue to open my lips, but my clit is swollen and hard and sticks up. You lick me and I let my eyes close. I can feel the hard table under my ass. I hear the rush of the air conditioning start up in the vents above us.

"You're so wet," you say. "So delicious," and lean over and lick me again. You find my entrance and press your tongue deep into my cunt. Oh god, it feels so good. I want to come and I push my pelvis closer to you. You lick and lick, taking care to touch every part of me with your big tongue. I let my own hands roam up over my body and breasts, finding my nipples. I pinch them, and I groan.

"Good boy, keep going," I say. You whimper and I hear the rustle of silk at your wrists. You take long licks from my asshole to my clit and shivers run through me.

You shuffle forward to suck my clit and I feel the heat in my swollen lips. My legs tremble and I arch my back. I breathe deep into my belly and I feel the rolling wave of my orgasm begin.

"Don't stop, don't change a thing," I moan as I come and come. My cries echo against the walls of the conference room. I forget where I am, forget who you are, and lose myself to the feeling. When it is done, I let myself fall back on the table, my arms spread wide. I feel like I could rule the world.

You lick me gently, taking care to clean me up now, getting every last bit of my juices, my wetness, my cum. I quiver with a few aftershocks. I lay there and let my breathing slow.

The chair creaks as you sit back up again. I open my eyes and sit up to look at you. You are stretching your neck and rolling your shoulders, sore from your efforts.

"So good for me, my good boy," I say, and your eyes snap to mine. I get up and move in front of you, putting my hands on your neck and rubbing the muscles there. I bend and put my mouth to that tender spot where your neck and shoulders meet, kissing it gently, licking up your neck, kissing your chin. Your skin is smooth and you smell like wood smoke and something spicy.

I kneel in front of you and unbuckle your belt. I unbutton your pants, and slowly slide the zipper down. I slip my fingers under the waistband of your pants.

"Lift up, my boy," I say, and you lift your hips towards me as I slide your pants down over your hips and ass and to the floor. There is a spot of precum on your boxers. I slide those down too. Your cock springs free and is a pleasant surprise. It is large, but not too large; thick, hard and shiny at the tip. I lick the precum away with just the very tip of my tongue, and then pull away.

"Oh god," you say. "Please. Put it in your mouth, please. Please." Your eyes close as you put your head back. You arch your back and your beautiful chest presents itself to me. I lick one of your nipples. You gasp and say "fuck, oh fuck. Please."

I grasp your cock in my hand and lower my mouth to it slowly, watching you. You get very still as I put the tip in my mouth. I suck a little and you groan, and I lift my head again and look at you.

"Let me hear you, my boy," I say, and take your cock in my mouth again. You moan again, louder this time, and I lean in and take more of you. I can feel your whole body focusing on the feeling of my mouth on your cock, my tongue swirling over the head, my lips on the sensitive spot just below, my hands gripping you. The sounds you are making have my blood humming and rushing to my core. Your hips begin to move, thrusting a little. I know you want to put your hands on my head and control my movements.

I let go of your cock and sit back on my heels in front of you. You are panting and gasping; your cock is bright red and so wet I can see the reflection of the conference room lights on you.

"Tell me," I say. "Tell me."

"I want to come," you say, voice yearning and pleading. "I want to come so badly. Please. Please." Your breath is short and sharp now. I can see your cock throbbing and precum is pouring out of you. I feel a tingle in my spine and an ache in my pussy. I want to fuck you. But I will save that for next time. Tonight, I will take what I want from you.

I trace my fingernail up your leg to the crevice between your thigh and your balls. I roll your balls in my hands a little, run my finger up the underside of your shaft. You groan and push your hips towards me.

"Your mouth," you say. "I need your mouth. Please."

God, the sound of you begging has me on the edge of coming again.

I take you into my mouth and suck hard, moving up and down your shaft. I can tell you are close by the high, shrill sounds you make.

"I want to come," you say, loudly. I swirl my tongue and go faster, squeezing your cock at the base of your shaft with my hands.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," you cry, and I can feel your cum spurt into my mouth, hot and salty, pulsing as your hips roll and jerk. There is so much cum. I swallow most of it.

I stand and lean over you as you pant and sigh.

"Open your mouth, good boy," I say, and you do, lifting your chin, and I put my mouth to yours and let some cum spill onto your tongue. Your eyes open in surprise but you take it, and swallow.

I place my lips on yours and kiss you. You open your mouth and my tongue touches yours, prompting you to open a little wider. I place my hands on your cheeks and kiss you deeply.

"You were so good for me, my boy. So good for me," I say.

"I've never had it like this before," you say. I move around the back of you and untie your hands. You roll the tension out of your shoulders and reach for me, putting your arms around my waist. I rub your shoulders and your neck gently.

"Did you like it?" I ask.

"I liked it," you say, leaning your face into my belly. We stand for a few moments like that. I place my hand on your head and run my fingers through your hair. You whisper my name.

"Such a good boy," I murmur, over and over, and you close your eyes. "Such a good boy for me." The conference room is quiet around us.