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Chapter 1
Another day, another nothing, void, a blank moment in time. Rise at 0458, listen to the weather and news, shower at 0510, coffee shop for paper and caffeine at 0527, Fox News until 0600 and walk to the train. An hour of reading about sailing or working on the laptop ends upon arrival at Penn Station. Another cup of coffee at the umbrella room across the street and up to the empty 14th floor. A day like any other.
I slipped the key in the door knob lock and pushed into my office. The next daily drill started with placing the briefcase on the credenza, the coffee on the desk, and a poke at the large monitor button to start up the big machine. Then back to open the briefcase and pull the laptop for hookup to the network and only then did I realize I was not alone.
"Heh... Hello. You scared me." I was standing behind my desk, laptop still in hand, and my jaw began to drop as the clearing vision before me began to move. Short hair so as not to distract the eye from wandering over her striking facial features. Broad shoulders that brought strength to her image, but with a waist of perfect proportion to make a man want to hold it instantly. Her hips were wide and inviting as could be and her legs stood with the grace of a dancer, curved and strong, but delicate of movement.
She ran a finger across my conference table, looking askance at its progress over the smooth surface. She teasingly kept an eye toward me as well, and did something with her lips I could not yet describe that told me I was not misinterpreting her actions. Something very erotic was taking place here, and it was planned and deliberate. I was not in control. She made that perfectly clear when she continued past the table and pulled up snuggly to my now stunned frame. This ordinary day, this mundane ordinary day had just gone haywire, big time. And I was in heaven, inviting whatever this delicious woman wanted.
She looked directly into my eyes as her hips moved left then right, then back again. Each rotation seemed to be adjusted to include a stronger push forward to ensure our sexes rubbed together as her body came up against my own. Mine overly excited cock was standing on end in no time and I was sure she could feel the first results of her actions. This was a seduction, clear and simple. There was no denying it. And there was no denying that I was all for it. I had done enough double-takes with this woman over the past few years to be totally excited at the prospects of that unbelievable moment when I might actually get to be close to her.
She is hot, sexy, firm and as deliciously erotic at that moment as I could imagine. Her eyes were speaking volumes and I wanted to read them all. Her hands were moving all around me without touching me at all. Her scent was filling my nostrils with an aphrodisiac that had excited me into its deep spell. Her lips moved ever so slightly in any direction they wanted, tantalizing me to new levels at each turn. This woman had more control over me at that moment than she could have had with cuffs, chains and locks. I was totally under her spell. I would do anything she asked. I pained for more contact with her, her body, her soul. I wanted to devour her, to make her feel the pleasure she exuded to me. I needed her right then more than I can possibly imagine or describe. She made be hot, desirous beyond description. I needed this woman badly.
Chapter 2
Time for a sanity check! It's 0715 in the morning and I'm standing behind my desk, facing the conference table, and this beautiful hot bodied Janice is bumping and grinding her loins up against mine, causing me to bulge stiffly against her. It's dark in the cubicle area outside my office, but my door is wide open and the lights will go on when Vincent arrives in 15 minutes or so. This ordinary day has turned into the hottest of possible mornings, and the events, unless I am totally wrong, are just beginning. That about says it all, except for the fact that this terribly erotic scene has just taken a next step with hot breath being blown into my ear.
As turned on as I already am, I realize too that I have to protect us from discovery. As hot as the body is getting, as hot as Janice is too, I have to get that door shut. My right hand moves to the area under her left arm. I am tempted to slide it up and down to feel her body, her clothing, her bra underneath, but I slip it around behind her and move the other to join it around back. By trying to pick up her gyrations with my own hips, we end up in sync somehow and move us both toward the door. If I can just get it closed before the lights go on, it will look to Vincent and all who follow that I am not there and coming in at 0915 as I often do. The door must close soon!
Janice could care less about the door. She is taking my action as encouragement and grinding her mound into my stiff cock like her life is depending on maximum contact. She does cooperate though, right foot and then left as I guide us toward the door. Damn, what if Vincent walks in when we are about to close the door. He always looks to see if it is open and my light is on so he can say "hello."
We manage to get close enough that I can lean us both over toward the door. Janice is smiling up at my face, bending backward in my arms, and I am trying to smile back without letting my awkwardness at closing the door interfere with the mood that she has created. Finally, the door closes softly, and I hear the click and see the brightness of the lights coming on in the cubicle area - Vincent is here. I kill the office light and put a finger to my lips for Janice. We are quiet. I hear Vincent's footsteps. I have such a feel for where he is that I can tell when he has satisfied himself that I am not in and turns for his production room. Then the sound of that door opening signals the "ok" to re-devote my attention to this delicious creature in my arms. As long as we are quiet, we are undetected.
Immediately the grinding accentuates. We both push into each other. I can feel the heat from between her legs mixing with my own to start the sparks flying. My cock is rock hard and longing. I can see her tongue moving around provocatively inside her partially open mouth. It's looking, slithering around in the recesses, lurking, as if to strike like a cat at anytime.
She smiles as she recognizes the increased tempo in the pulsing of my shaft and the stronger hold my arms put on her from behind. Suddenly pushing away, she pouts as if to mimic my own boyish disappointment. It is frustrating for me, but she is so exotic in her movements I am totally captivated by her, at her mercy, willing and able to do anything she wants. I stand there like a fool, my arms still outstretched as they were left when she pulled away.