We work together. Sometimes we work late into the evening, motivated to complete the project the right way rather than to just complete it. I'm the project manager and she's a subject matter expert. Our project is online and if we do it right the company will make money with something that's easy to maintain.
We work in separate office cubes but often sit side-by-side as we stare at the screen and make decisions. She operates the keyboard and sometimes I reach for the mouse. When my fingers touch her hand she says "sorry". I like her voice. When she talks she sounds confident and reassuring at the same time.
I like her other features too. Her eyes are green and glassy. Her hair is reddish brown. Some days she wears it with wavy curls that have bounce; other days her hair is straight with an inward curl at the bottom. Her skin is white with a slight pigmentation that suggests she could tan if she wanted to. Her body is lithe and her features are refined.
She is single and lives alone in a steel framed loft down town. She likes the hustle and bustle and the big city lights. At night she walks for exercise and essentials at the local stores of convenience. Her life is quiet. She says it's nothing to give up for the good of the project.
My life is different and the same. I'm married. Our kids are two dogs. They wag their tails at the back door while waiting for me to let myself in. They jump on me and when I bend down to pet them they lunge to lick my face. My wife occupies herself with a book, a movie or a magazine. She doesn't greet me anymore.
Angela smiles whenever I walk into her office cube. I usually bring her work and she always lets me off the hook. Our deadline is looming and we have a big decision to make.
A call to my wife tells her the news and she hangs up without saying goodbye. It's more of the same. I can't remember the last time she said "I'm proud of you."
At 6:00 p.m. Angela works in her office while I work in mine. People stop by on their way out to say "good night" and we keep working. Winter darkness is upon us and when we finish so are the cubes all around us. At 7:45 p.m. I walk into her office and sit in the chair beside her so we can start the second half of our evening together.
She asks if I remembered to call Carol and I tell her she hung up again without saying goodbye. Angela places her hand on my shoulder and tilts her head in my direction as she says her usual "I'm sorry" and lets the sound draw out. Our eyes meet and I feel her concern but quickly say "let's get started" before I lose focus.
We make it through the application and it looks complete. Next we move to the presentation and read through it once more. The opening and closing statements need to be tweaked and then we should be done. We're bleary-eyed and resolved to push on through. A half hour later my stomach grumbles and Angela offers me an apple. Biting into it feels good and tastes great. I thank her for the nourishment and she says it's the last one she has. Immediately I feel guilty and hold it out to her for a bite where the skin is still showing. She shakes her head no and smiles. I'm not convinced she's really saying no and I move the apple toward her mouth but remain far enough away that it's not in her face. "Please eat some Angela. We can share this can't we?" I say.
She smiles and covers my hand with her own and pulls the apple toward her mouth. Her eyes stare into mine and I should look away but I don't. She bites into the flesh side and a nice chunk breaks off and drops into her mouth. For a moment I watch her lips close and seal as she chews and then I take in the view of her face again. She's brightening before me and I want to tell her how beautiful she is but I say nothing. After she swallows her first bite, she pushes the apple toward me and says "your turn."
I consider that her hand is still covering mine and instead of saying anything about it I lean in and take a bite. Surprisingly I'm able to control the impact as my teeth cut into the flesh and her hand remains on mine. As I chew, we look into each other's eyes and she pulls the apple toward her mouth again and takes a second bite. I quickly finish and pull the apple back toward my mouth and bite again. Our eye contact breaks for just a moment and when we reconnect she's ready for another bite. This time she places her free hand on the other side of mine and brings the apple to her mouth. We have eye contact as her teeth sink into the flesh and I feel there is more to our hunger than the apple.
As she chews her piece she pushes on my hand and the apple slowly moves to my lips. I nibble and keep looking into her beautiful eyes. Her hands move down my arm just as she swallows. Our eyes are locked on one another and all is quiet except for my heart beat. It pounds in my chest and my palms moisten. No words are spoken as she tugs on my arm and moves her head toward my hand. Her lips part and just as she closes in on the apple she presses on my forearm and moves my hand into her path. When her lips meet my fingers she kisses them and looks at me. The she kisses them again while also looking at me. Each kiss stirs energy between us and soon a series of chain reactions travel straight to my heart. The energy is enough to light a thousand bulbs.
Her kisses continue and I do nothing to stop her. As she rounds her way over my fingertips and down the length of my fingers, I rotate my hand and then my arm. We still have eye contact and the cooperation between us makes my cock swell. Her other hand slips up the underside of my arm and covers the apple just as my fingers relax their grip on it. Juice drips visibly onto my palm the moment she lifts the apple from my grasp. Immediately she kisses my palm and parts her lips. Then she sucks the juice off my skin. When her gaze meets mine again we both smile and then she places the core at my lips and says "hold for me please."
Angela smiles once more as I bite and hold the core with my teeth and lips. Far from laughing, she places one hand on my extended thumb and the other on my wrist. Then she pulls my hand toward her mouth and begins to kiss first the tips of my fingers and then their lengths. Each kiss sends new bursts of energy straight to my cock and very quickly it tents my pants. Of course Angela's eyes are looking up at mine but I do nothing to conceal it. The apple wets my lips. It feels like the juice is pooling at the corners of my mouth and I suck first and then swallow as I watch Angela proceed to kiss the center of my palm. She smiles momentarily and I panic with the thought that my noise has ruined the moment. But she continues her seduction by extending her tongue and touches it to the center of my palm. From there she slowly licks her way up my hand and along my middle finger until the tip rests on her bottom lip.
I am rock hard and speechless as I watch her lips slowly cover my fingertip and then inch their way down its length. Her seduction is stronger than any encounter in memory. Its power is overwhelming and the longer I watch, the weaker I become. When she takes my middle finger into her mouth and seals her lips around it, I am past the point of no return and simply stand. A second later I unzip my trousers with my free hand and then I withdraw my finger and slip my open hand along-side her jaw.
Angela quickly slips out of her chair and drops to her knees as I toss the apple core into the trash can. There she looks up at me and smiles as she pulls my fingers toward her lips. She sucks two fingers into her mouth and then she tugs on my hand to move my fingers in further and then she tugs on my hand to move my fingers out some. Another set of pull and push tugs and I get the message. Then she raises her hands to my belt and begins to unfasten it as I saw my two fingers in and out of her sucking mouth.
Standing up in the cube I decide to look around and quickly become conscious of what we're doing. I want to tell her we shouldn't do this but I don't. It's too late for that. Her hands are on my cock and she's moving her mouth off my fingers.
The moment I look down at her she is looking up at me and slipping my cock into her warm wet mouth. It is the happiest moment of my life and I smile back at her. Each second creates new happy moments as my shaft passes her lips. She makes it halfway down on the first pass and then her red painted lips stretch a little bit as she slowly retreats toward the tip. When the tip rests between her lips I flex my rod and she says "ooh" with a startled surprised look in her eye. Then she smiles at me and takes me back into her mouth as her lips slowly crawl over the crown and across my shaft. Again she stops halfway and starts her slow lip stretching retreat. The beauty of her mouth on the other end of my cock is only replaced by the beauty of her eyes as she looks up at me. The view feeds my desire to make love to her.
Several heavenly minutes pass and Angela's pace back and forth along my rod is the same as when she started: slow and easy. The difference now is that my cock is wearing a nice wet coat and he is extremely optimistic flooding is imminent.
On the verge of coming, I wonder if she wants a load in her mouth or in the trashcan.
