It was after hours and the lights from one end of the office to the other were dimmed.
Stuart watched with unrestrained glee as Yvette slowly walked toward him through the dimness, each step a study in eroticism.
Yvette worked in the accounting department at his office. She was in her forties, but looked much younger. Her face had the typical moon-like qualities of most Asian women, but her deep dark eyes and wide mouth set her apart. She was dressed in a snow-white blouse with a filigree pattern sewn into it. It was buttoned to her neck and perfectly reflected the conservative attire her profession demanded. Her mini-skirt, a dark blue, seeming almost black, was a different story altogether.
It reached past her well-rounded bum, but extended only about six inches below that. Her bare legs were on full display from her thighs down to her feet. The high-heeled shoes she wore accentuated the motion of her hips when she walked. Stuart had often been beguiled by the sight of her walking away.
Now she was walking toward him. She unfastened one button from her blouse with each step, making her way across the room to the desk where he sat. By the time she reached the side of his chair her shirt was completely undone; her silk chemise beneath it hid the curve of her breasts, but only barely.
Already he could see her nipples puckered into hardness as they poked against the light fabric. He thought he could make out the darker color beneath the camisole but he couldn't be sure.
As she reached his side she reached for his hand. Ever so slowly she guided it to her left breast. She sighed and grinned as his hand closed over it. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he kneaded the soft flesh, reveling in the fullness while softly pinching the nipple through the silk.
She took two small steps forward, trapping his leg between hers. She was small enough that her upper thighs were now almost straddling his knee. Her mini-skirt folded up toward her pubis, the hemline pushing against the gusset of her panty as she slowly lowered herself to rest fully on his thigh.
Her hips slowly rocked forward and back against his leg as he continued fondling both of her tits. He was now using both hands and he hastily pushed her silk chemise up to her chin.
He was rocked back with shock when she swatted his hands away and then admonished him with a pointed finger.
"Unh-uh," she murmured softly with a shake of her head as the camisole dropped back to cover her breasts. It fell down to just below her breasts leaving her tummy exposed.
Stuart dropped his hands to his side and she smiled broadly as she saw his acquiescence.
With agonizing slowness, she began undoing the buttons on his shirt. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally had it open and she pushed the sides outward to expose his stomach and chest.
She placed a fingertip softly against one of his nipples and traced a gentle circle around it. It hardened under her touch and she let out a soft giggle. She deftly leaned forward and ran her tongue over it; just once.
Stuart groaned at the intimate touch and then whined softly when she stopped.
Again Yvette grinned as she exerted her complete control over the situation.
She leaned forward against him then, her left thigh pushing hard against his groin and her breasts, still covered by her chemise, thrust against his chest.
"Do you want to make love to me?" she whispered against his earlobe.
Stuart nodded. He couldn't speak, his throat felt far too tight.
"Do you want to see me naked?" she said with a soft giggle and then nipped his ear with her teeth.
"Oh God yes!" he stammered.
She giggled again and kissed his neck and then playfully ran her tongue up to his earlobe.
"Put your hand under my camisole," she said.
He carefully put his trembling hand against her belly and slowly moved it up to cup her tit. She sighed when he touched her nipple and pushed her thigh harder against his groin.
"Put your other hand in my panties," she whispered.
Stuart swallowed hard again and moved his other had under her skirt. As he moved up to the waistband he realized she was soaking wet. The dampness had permeated her panty and the aroma wafted up to him when he slipped his fingers into her matted pubic hair.
She sighed and groaned as his fingers slipped between her labia. She moved her hips against his hand and drove the rhythm of his movement.
"Show me your cock!" she gasped as she ground against him.
He moved his hand from her breast and tried awkwardly to undo his slacks. Again she swatted his hand away, but this time it was not in a playful manner. She was all business as she determinedly opened his belt, snap and zipper.
Stuart yelped slightly when she roughly grasped his shaft and pulled it out into the open.
Brian saved the document to his on-line account and grinned in satisfaction at what he had just written. He wanted to take a little break before continuing the story.
He had been writing erotic short stories for ages now. He posted them to Literotica for his own enjoyment. He certainly wasn't getting paid for them; although he read somewhere that some of the authors had managed to publish for money. He just didn't know how to "join the club" so to speak.
Even though he didn't get paid for them, he got enormous satisfaction from the comments people would sometimes leave after reading them. He also followed the ratings scores on his stories, privately simmering when they didn't at least get a 4.00; 4.50 and above usually made him smile.
His job was such that he could devote a few minutes some days to adding passages to his works from time to time. In addition to that, there were a few women in his workplace that he modeled his characters on, sometimes with very detailed descriptions of their appearance or mannerisms that would leave little doubt about whom he was writing if they knew them.
In particular, there were two or three women in his current workplace that he had written about. Of course, all of his writings were his own imaginings. He'd had many wonderful fantasies about the women there and he tried not to look at them differently after writing a juicy chapter where they were the star. It didn't always work out, but mostly, he hadn't outright offended anyone; at least until now.
The woman in the scene he had just written was based on one of the accountants in his office; a very curvy and eternally friendly Asian woman named Evelyn. After saving it he was convinced he had closed the document before getting up to use the washroom.
He returned to see her sitting at his desk with her eyes glued to the computer monitor.
He creased his brow and frowned, wondering why she looked so engrossed in whatever she was looking at. She didn't seem to notice he was approaching until just before he rounded the corner of his cubicle. Without turning her head toward him, he saw her flip from one screen to an excel sheet full of expense lists he was preparing for her.
She got up from his chair and gave him a strange look as she turned. She was flushed bright red and she wouldn't meet his eyes when she looked his way.
"How long til you get those expenses to me?" she said in a queer low voice. "I'll need them before month-end on Thursday."
"Should be tomorrow morning," he said, "maybe even end of day today."
"Okay, good," she said and brushed past him quickly as she left his cubicle.
She didn't look back at him, but he could tell something was bugging her. Even though he knew she was upset, he couldn't help but stare as she walked away, her curvy bum swinging back and forth with every footfall. Her tight mini-dress offered a very good view of those hips and her high heels accentuated the motions of her hips considerably.
After a moment he turned toward his monitor. He used the shift-tab key combination to see what screen she had flipped from. He was horrified to see the steamy passage he had just finished writing. His description of Yvette, the Asian accountant who always wore figure-hugging mini-dresses and high heels to work was a dead giveaway and he knew with certainty he was caught.
He swallowed hard and looked up just in time to see her scowling at him before she disappeared into the next office space.
