I parked my car in the office parking lot and made note of the few other cars in the lot as I walked in, as if I would know his car. I entered the building and walked slowly down the hallway towards my office. I tend to be clumsy and that, combined with 5" inch heels and my nervousness, was guaranteed to lead to hallway tumbling. The heels and the nervousness were all due to the fact that Derek was scheduled to be in the office that day.
I had met Derek a couple of years ago because we work for the same company. I work at the corporate office in Ohio and he is a salesman in Oregon. Derek was actually one of the top salesmen in the Company with the charm and confidence bordering on arrogance that you'd expect.
But we really 'met' a few months ago at the annual company meeting. Several days of super exciting and educational meetings during the day, and an open bar and dance floor at night, leads to many office hook-ups. We weren't any different. The way he looked into my eyes when we talked, his dimples when he smiled, his full lips and broad shoulders; there was no way I would miss an opportunity to sleep with him. I was scheduled to be at the meeting only one night, and I spent it with him.
It led to other nights, which I did not expect. I expected to have one fabulous night and go back to my life. He's not the settle down type and I didn't need to get my heart broken. But we stayed in contact and we both even flew out to visit each other. We spoke on the phone several times a day, sometimes for hours. I shared everything with him, and he shared a lot with me, but not everything. Most days he was the first person I talked to in the morning and the last person I talked to at night.
As great as it was, and the sex was always phenomenal, it didn't change the fact that he did not want to be in a relationship with me. I'm a typical girl, I get attached. I had to end it before I got really hurt. I haven't spoken to him since I called him to tell him I couldn't have any kind of a personal relationship with him anymore.
Flash-forward one month, and he is scheduled to be in the office, my office.
Even though I ended it, I wanted him to miss me. I wanted him to look at me and want me. So I wore a black suit -- fitted jacket and mini skirt. The skirt wasn't too short or too tight, as I still wanted to be professional, but it did hug my ass. The open toed heels are probably more sexy than professional, but I knew how much he liked them. He also really liked candy red toenail polish, but I'm not his girl so mine were painted purple.
After putting the laptop in its place I went to the cafeteria to get my coffee. I had just finished pouring the coffee and set my cup down to add sugar when I heard laughter behind me. I turned around to see Derek walking in the room with a couple of other people from the office. He was always outgoing and funny, so they were all chatting animatedly.
He smiled at me and said "Hello."
I smiled and said "Hello" back in the most normal voice I could find, even though I had acrobats in my stomach and that all too familiar itchy-tingly feeling lower.
He walked towards me and I had nowhere to go. I was in a corner and if I scooted around him it would be obvious that I was trying to avoid him. He gave me a hug, which was of course normal behavior before the sex. But then, so that no one else can see, he snuck one hand up past the nape of my neck and grabbed a fistful of hair. He whispered in my ear "I decide when we are done." He backed away from the hug, still smiling at me. As he walked out of the room he said "I'll stop by your office later so we can catch up."
I returned back to my office and sat motionless in my chair for a few minutes trying to clear my head. I had work to do and I needed to focus. I sat up to the computer and started working on my project. I was typing away at my report but my mind kept wandering. Every once in a while I heard his voice from down the hallway. I got up to shut my door thinking the quiet would help. While I was reading a particularly boring manuscript; my hand absentmindedly traveled into my lap, then under my skirt. I snuck my fingers under my underwear and started exploring myself, the folds of my lips, gently massaging my clitoris. I started massaging my clit with more pressure and speed as I got more excited. I leaned back and closed my eyes as my fingers moved faster and harder.
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I was startled by the ringing phone. I cleared my voice and answered. It was my boss. That brought me back to earth and I realized I needed to get up and get some air. I prepared some correspondence to be mailed and headed to the mail room at the other end of the building. I looked for him as I walked through the entire building but I didn't see him. When I returned to my office and opened the door and was surprised to see him sitting at my desk, waiting for me. I froze in my steps and searched for a fake smile to plaster on my face, but I was having a hard time concentrating.
"Hi, I ... uh ..." I started.
"Lock the door" he said. He just kept looking at me with his deep brown eyes. He smiled, a little, and flashed his dimples.
"No. I ... uh ... I'm not going to ... ah ... do..." I stammered.
He cut me off and just repeated, a little more slowly, "Shut and lock the door." I did.
"Come here." He pointed in front of him, "Come stand here in front of me, with your hands on your desk." His stern and commanding tone caused shivers to run through me. I looked at him and knew I was powerless to say no.
I did as he asked so I'm standing in front of him, bent over slightly with my hands on the front of my L-shaped desk. I can't help but curve my back so that my ass is inches from his face. He reached up and ran his hands from the sides of my waist, down to my hips, and cups my ass over my skirt. His hands went lower, below my skirt, and made a trail on my bare skin up the insides of my thighs. I shuddered and captured the moan in my throat almost before it escaped. I bit my lips to keep from making more noise. Again he cupped my ass. He got rougher, squeezing and pinching my skin.
"I would spank that ass, but I don't want to make too much noise right now," he said.
Even though the door is shut, the walls are thin in my office. He pinched my ass hard enough to sting and probably leave a mark. I bit down harder on my lip to keep from reacting.
One hand went back to the inside of my thigh and started to massage my clit through the thin material of my thong underwear. I noticed I'm humming quietly to myself as I became lost in how he makes my body feel. My hips instinctively started rotating as I slide my legs more open. I was remembering how good, how amazingly good, it felt when he slides his cock inside of me. It seems so cliché to say it, but he really does have an amazing and large dick.
"Damn, you get so wet" he said. "You've been thinking about me, haven't you?" I was completely open to him as he continued to softly caress my clit.
I'm pushed my very wet and very warm pussy against his hand, urging him to press harder. "Yes. Yes. Please" I said quietly. I was embarrassed it took him less than a minute to remove all the barriers I tried to put up in front of him. Even more quietly I asked "Please, please fuck me."
