I recently read and thoroughly enjoyed
Colleagues in Conference Room 6 by MinnMystery
, so I reached out to ask the author if I could write the story from the male perspective. They enthusiastically agreed. We hope you enjoy this collaboration...
My entire drive into work I turn the last few months over in my head. When I trust someone, I trust them completely. I've been burned by this in the past so I've learned to keep people at a distance. That is, until Caroline. She got under my skin and into my head so quickly it scares me. We started to connect through our work on the hiring committee, but our conversations have never been surface level. Caroline does everything with conviction and passion and it's contagious. When she asks me what I think about a song, a movie, or current events, she demands a heartfelt answer. She wants honesty at every turn.
What's more, she likes me for who I am. I've shared things with her I've never told anyone and my vulnerability was met with eagerness and curiosity. Previous relationships left me feeling I was too much, expecting more from partners than they could give. Caroline made me realize I'm not flawed. It's my passion and desire that makes me unique. For weeks, I've told myself she's just a great friend, but it's a load of shit. I know it and so does she.
As I pull my black, Ford F-150 into the parking spot next to her Yukon, my mind is made up. One way or another, I'm not leaving this building today without showing her how I really feel. She's a daring woman who makes her dreams come true and I'm a man who has never been satisfied. Caroline has spent her whole life being there for others. But I want to be the one who is there for her. I am done saying what if.
The office is busier than usual due to the mandatory in-person company meeting and I greet colleagues as I make my way to conference room 6. Caroline and I sit in the same pod, but I like working in a more private space when I want to focus and get out of the fray. As I wait for my computer to boot up, I think about how much is on her shoulders. I don't know how she does it all. She's the kind of person who will drop everything to help, but never actually lets anything hit the floor.
I look at the clock and realize the all company meeting is starting soon, but I have to see her now. The desire to see her, touch her, devour her is too much. I know despite her having to present in less than 10 minutes, she'll answer the Zoom. She runs toward fire, not away from it. Before I can talk myself out of it, I click on her name and send a message.
Let's connect in conference room 6 before the company meeting. Just need to run something by you. No need to prep anything. I'll meet you there in 5 mins.
I don't realize I'm holding my breath until her response, "Sounds good. See you then." pops up on my screen.
While I wait for her a smirk crosses my lips. I'd recently shared with Caroline that I've always had this uncanny ability to be in a professional setting while simultaneously visualizing wild, hot sex scenes. She laughed and said she does the same. What I didn't admit was that recently she is the one I'm visualizing. We will be actively interviewing someone and while she's describing our company culture I am visualizing her spread eagle on the table. I've pushed her skirt up around her waist and her panties are tossed on the floor. She's running her hands through my thick, dark brown hair as I lower myself between her legs. She wants my mouth so bad she starts lifting her ass off the table, but I brace her hip with one hand to hold her down. She starts whimpering as I leave a trail of kisses up her left thigh, skipping over her center to do the same to her other side. Her pussy is glistening and I feel the heat building. She loves the tease, but her patience is quickly exhausted when she grabs my hair even harder and angles me right over her pussy. I smile as I lock eyes with her as I lick her slowly from top to bottom. Her head falls back as her eyes close and I feel her legs fall open an inch more. I keep running my tongue up and down, slowly increasing the pressure. She's let go of my hair so she can tweak and tease her nipples through her top. I can tell she's getting close when she grabs me again and pushes my mouth deep into her pussy. She's just about to cum when she turns to me and says, "Jason, what is something you appreciate about working here?" There aren't enough cold showers in the world.
I know she wants me as much as I want her. I see when her gaze lingers at where my shirt opens just below my neck or how she watches me when I roll my sleeves. I also know that if this is going to go to the next level, I'll have to make the first move.
I hear her heels on the carpet as she approaches the door. As a feminist crusader, I would think she would buck the heels expectancy and go with flats. I asked her once why she wears them and she said she loves how they make her feel powerful, sexy, and confident. I couldn't agree more. I finish writing my priority list for the day as she enters the room and lets the door close behind her. Seeing her makes my skin feel too tight and my cock, which has been hard all morning, has an ache from rubbing against the zipper of my pants. I hold her stare for a solid beat, waiting to see if she breaks contact first, but she doesn't. She can feel the energy pulsing between us just as much as I do.
I know what I want to do and I know we don't have much time. Caroline's eyes track me as I cross the room and reach for the door.
Do you mind if we close this? My heart skips a beat until I hear her say, "no". Smiling, I lock the door and return to the table, leaning as I look her up and down. Her body is perfect in every way and I take my time admiring it. For all the time we've spent together, we've never actually touched, but there isn't a part of her body I haven't imagined running my fingers, hands, and tongue over.
I'm about to reach for her when the pen in Caroline's hand suddenly falls to the floor and I seize the opportunity. I slowly walk behind her and with the gentlest touch, let my fingers graze her lower back. Her top is soft, but thin and I can feel the heat of her body as my pulse quickens. I'm mere inches from Caroline's neck and I capture a moment of her intoxicating scent. She smells like raspberry, rose, and the woods on a crisp spring morning. I want to devour her. I'm an inch from her ear when I whisper,
You are so beautiful. But more than that, you are smart, funny, and talented. You are absolutely amazing in every way possible. We don't have much time. You know that I know what you want, but I never take it for granted. So, just say "stop" at any point. Should I continue?