It's been a while. I was working on my new stories when I looked at where I store my other stories. It's a short one. It was written a long time ago. I remember it was written as a warm-up to another story - I was daydreaming at my desk.
Enjoy and be well, Vic.
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He stood behind and to the side of her. He was leaning over as if looking at what she was typing. He looked interested but his interest didn't lay in what was on the screen.
He whispered into her ear as she typed. Soft words asking her to continue typing. His warm breathe teasing her skin as he lowered his lips away from her ear.
She felt him standing behind her. His face casting a warmth against her neck. She felt his words as he teased her, asked her to not stop typing. She glanced up and saw the door to her office was opened. The staff busy working.
He pointed to the screen as she continued to type. His hand lowered onto her right hand.
"Don't stop," he whispered again.
His hand moved up her right hand onto her arm. He glanced up and then casually lowered his head and kissed right side of her neck. He made sure his kisses was soft and light.
She closed her eyes as his lips touched her neck. She followed his lips as he kissed those sensitive areas down and about her neck. She wanted to lean back and let him kiss all over her neck.
She heard a noise then. A clicking noise. She opened her eyes then. Realizing she nearly gave in. She looked outside and recognized the sound of someone stapling.
His lips, soft and quiet, moved from her neck to her ear. Slowly he licked her ear. Letting his tongue slowly glide along the edge. Lightly circling his tongue down her ear.
His breathe and his tongue sent shivers down her as she tried to look as if she couldn't care. She continued to type be the words on the screen weren't recognizible. Still she clicked away so no one outside the office would think there was something wrong.
She then realized that his hand had moved from her right arm to her stomach. His hand was moving slowly, massaging carefully down her stomach.
The kissing, the licking and now his hand moving slowly across her body made her body react. She found herself breathing heavily. Her neck and ear were on fire. Her hips moved gently with the rythm of his hand.
She closed her eyes again and surpressed a moan as she heard his next words whispered teasingly into her ear.
"I want to taste you." He whispered.
She shook her head because that's all she could manage.
"Now."
"No," she managed weakly. "What about the bathroom?"
"I want to taste you here."
She shivered. She wasn't even sure if she could stand up to go to the bathroom.
"Someone might walk in."
Even as she said it, the thought excited her even more.
"Let them. They won't know." He continued to tease, "Just don't make a sound."
She shook her head 'no' even as she slid her chair back a little.
He quickly sucked on her neck once and lowered himself onto his knees. Carefully, he crawled between her and the desk. Between her legs.
She glanced down and saw him kneeling there. She looked into his eyes as his head leaned towards her left leg. She wanted to grab his head and pull him between her legs.
His hands ran up both her legs as he kissed her left knee.
She heard someone walking by and quickly glanced at the entrance.
"Continue to type." She heard him whisper from below her desk.
She started to type again. Staring at her screen, keeping the entrance to her office in view.
His hands moved up her legs and under her skirt.
She felt his warm hands moving smoothly up her legs. She shivered and felt herself opening her legs more.
His lips kissed her left knee once more then up. His hands moving slightly faster up the sides of her legs.
She felt his hands move under her skirt and up to her bottom. She felt him squeeze her bottom as his lips started to suck on her left inner thigh.
He loved to feel of her on his hands and in his mouth. He grabbed her bottom and squeezed. He kissed until he had to suck on her thigh. He massaged her skin with his lips a moment or two and he moved further up her inner left thigh.
He felt her move her leg, trying to give him more access.
She felt his hands holding onto her pressing her against his mouth. She wanted to feel those lips further up.
"Scoot forward and sit on the edge of your chair."
She moved forward. As she did, she felt her skirt move up past her bottom and past where his hands still gripped her. She felt more excited, knowing she was exposed. Should anyone walk in and near her desk right now, they would see her with her legs spread. They would see her sitting on his hands, his head on her hosed thigh.
His hands let go of her bottom and slid up. He grabbed her panties and pulled at them. They slid slowly down as she moved slightly to allow them past her bottom.
