I'm sitting on my desk; we are the last ones in the office. It's gotten late, the building is empty and poorly lit, the only source of light coming from my desktop and a lamp at the other side of the room. I put the finishing touches in the Word document I have open in front of me while we're chatting, in what we pretend to be a carefree manner. You're standing behind me, your hands resting on the top of my chair; you pretend to be reading what I'm writing. A lot of pretending is going on here but we're not fooling anyone, certainly not ourselves. The tension has been palpable for months now, the air fills with electricity every time you enter the room, I've come to count the hours by the times I see you coming in and out, smiling a friendly smile –but your eyes are hungry and I know they match my own.
Tonight there is a smell of inevitable in the air. Trying to keep my emotions, my physical reactions to you in check all this time, has taken its toll. I know I can no longer control myself.
Need to finish this report before I leave but your presence intoxicates me. I cannot see you as my eyes are glued in the desktop screen but I can feel your every move. Every fiber of my being is conscious of even the breaths you take. Then your hand moves a little. It's still on the back of the chair but now it touches one of my locks. You caress my hair and a tingling sensation spreads on my body making my groins ache. Humidity starts to pool between my legs and I regret my decision to wear a thong today.
I can't keep from letting out a small moan and that's all you need to reassure you that I'm not going to stop you, slap you, get offended and storm out of the room... You now know I want this as badly as you do.
My eyes are getting heavy as if I had sweet wine in a hot July day, I can't seem to be able to keep them open. I'm now even more conscious to your presence, as if I'm tied with invisible, silk strings to you, my body can't help reacting to your every move and the erotic aura you transmit. I lean back to the chair allowing you to keep caressing my hair. It's long, well past my shoulder-blades and you stroke it with slow sensual moves. Then your hand moves to my neck, cupping the back of my head and slowly massaging it. Another moan escapes me, louder this time. Your other hand starts caressing my shoulder and my arm. You only use your fingertips and that makes it more exciting somehow...
The Word document is left there open, forgotten, the censor is blinking, trying to remind me that I need to keep writing but I'm way gone by now. My hands are loose on the keyboard; I stopped pretending to write the moment you first touched me.
The light-headedness produced by your magic touch makes me feel like I'm floating. I can hear my heart beating faster and faster but it seems as if time has slowed down. In a move that surprises even me, I pull the last remnants of my strength and get off the chair. You take a step back; you must be thinking that I've changed my mind, that I'm going to storm out anyway, embarrassed of what I allowed to happen. Instead I put my hands on your chest and grab your button-down shirt. I use the leverage to pull you closer and for a minute there we both stay still –stillness that is full of suppressed motion. Neither can move back now but for milliseconds that seem to last aeons, neither takes a step forward either.
I then lean, ever so slowly, like carefully approaching a wild animal. I'm not afraid although my heart beats like a drum by now, but I want to savour the moment, expand it to infinity. Your breath is caught, your stillness perfect, your body tense. The top two buttons of your shirt are left open, you never wear a tie. I approach that cleft on your neck, the one that's resting between your collarbones. I'm so close my nose is nearly touching your skin. I take a deep breath and your smell fills me, there is not way I'm backing out of this now. As I release my breath, the hot air coming out of my mouth touches your skin and you shudder. Your left arm circles my waist while the other one tangles my hair, gently grabbing it and you pull me closer. Now our bodies are flush, my forehead reaches your chin, and I can feel your cock, hard, pressing against my stomach. I lift my face and tentatively lick your chin cleft, the stubble there rough against my tongue, excite me further. I trail light kisses on your neck while you tremble, your desire more evident than ever, your nose in my hair, you seem to enjoy the way I smell as much as I do you.
The hand that's on my waist starts trailing down. It reaches the hem of my flowing chiffon skirt and crawls underneath. You cup my ass, caressing it, enjoying the bare feel of my exposed cheeks before you move your hand to the edges of my thong. You groan as you realise that the skin there is bare, no trace of hair anywhere. A long finger enters me and I now rest my weight on you, my legs to weak to hold me up.
