Damn him!
It had been seven months of torture. Of willing myself to let him go. To not want him. Seven months of fantasizing and masturbating to images of his body, memories of how good he felt, how good he smelled and tasted. Seven months of seeing him everyday and forcing myself to sit behind my desk and not throw myself at him. Seven months- and I remembered every hour I was with him... and without him.
He'd walk into the office, and my body would turn into a radar screen. A little bleep sounding through whatever body part was pointed directly at him. A shoulder. The back of my neck. My knee. I knew where he was when he moved toward me, and my body tensed at his nearness. Seven months of wanting him.
I had finally gotten myself under a small amount of control- and then it slipped once again. Finally, I had gotten to the point where I could smile and act like my nipples weren't hardened points begging for his touch whenever he came near. Finally, my masturbating fantasies included other things beside the image of him fucking me. Memories of my mouth around his cock. Finally.
And then I lost it. That fragile control. His softly spoken "I want to..." in response to my teasing offer that he should come over for some "fun". One phone call- those few whispered words carried over a wire from his sexy mouth, and I was once again desperate for him.
I made the decision in the shower. Sort of a half-assed plan that I wasn't even sure I had enough guts to carry out. All I wanted was to give him a small taste of the torture and want that I had felt for seven months. I would walk in and kiss him. Just one hard, long, lingering kiss that contained all the frustration I had built up. Just one kiss to show him how much I wanted him and what he was doing to me. One kiss.
I went through the motions of getting ready almost diabolically. Shampoo. Shave- armpits, legs, pussy. Powder. Perfume. Dress. I found a T-shirt and the shortest pair of shorts I owned. Hair. Makeup. Car Keys. I hopped into the car and drove the five minutes to the building where he worked, praying that there was no one else there.
***
"What's up?" he asked. He was standing over by a desk with wire and stuff on it. I didn't pay much attention, just sort of looked around at the space filled with little do-dads of every kind. Wire, tools, wood, covered every surface. It was like a project master's paradise.
"Not much" I said, shrugging. My heartbeat going about a thousand beats a minute. Determination in every breath I took. "I like this place. Lots of interesting things in it."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" He looked around as if not knowing what was so interesting about a building stocked to the hilt with things he used every day.
"Just stuff. Wires... I think it's really neat in here." I looked directly at him. Small talk over and I think it registered on my face because he was looking back at me- a slight smile on his mouth. I was riveted to that smile. Pointing, I commanded "Into the office. Now."
I watched as he responded with a laugh, his eyes sparkling, and followed me into the office. Three chairs were placed in the small area, and I eyed them trying to ascertain which would be the best for what I had planned. I was determined to do this. To hell with the consequences! I wanted it, just one kiss. Just once to let my frustration out. "Sit. Anywhere."
He walked over to a corner chair. A perfect chair, with handles on the sides- arm rests- and I knew this was perfect because I could trap him in. I watched him sit down, and did not hesitate. I was standing over him before he even knew I was coming toward him. My mouth dropped to his and I started to ravish his mouth with mine. My tongue sweeping in, groaning at how good he tasted and felt. His mouth was cool, like he had just had a cold drink of water.
"Oh really?" he laughed. His lips still touching mine.
My heart skipped as I wildly tried to think. Was he angry? Should I stop? I nibbled on his lower lip, my tongue sweeping into his mouth. No, don't stop, I thought. His tongue was dancing with mine. Touching mine.
"What's this about?" he asked. His lips still touching mine. Moving softly against mine.
"Just letting some of my frustration out." I mumbled, without breaking our kiss.
"Well... don't forget that there are other people in the building."
He sounded slightly worried, and I lifted my mouth from his, breaking the contact to answer him. "I know, that's why this is just a quick stop."
My mouth dived for his again, devouring. Wanting more. I wanted to let all my horniness, my sexual frustration, my desires show in this one kiss. I wanted him so much, and for one moment I wanted to know that he wanted me too. I pressed closer, my mouth moving against him, captivated. My heart melting at the sensations coursing through my body. He was kissing me back, and it was so achingly familiar and gentle.
