by Shinzon and Barenecessity
"My office now," he pointed. Rachel hurriedly moved into his office hoping to minimize the raised eyebrows from the secretarial pool. Dan followed, slamming the door shut behind them.
Before Rachel could utter a single word, he moved towards her, pressing her hard against the large executive desk. His hands immediately slid up under her skirt and along her outer thighs. Flabbergasted by his boldness, Rachel's heart raced wildly. She gasped as he grabbed her moistened panties and pulled them roughly down in one swift motion.
Rachel struggled, stepping out of her panties hesitantly. She started to protest but was quickly stifled.
"Shush," Dan commanded sharply.
A few muffled sounds escaped her lips as his palm clamped firmly across her mouth.
"We've talked, flirted and teased long enough," he added. "We both want and need this."
Riveted by the hunger in his eyes, Rachel nodded her head in affirmation.
Over the last year, she had watched their relationship grow. She had witnessed this man purposefully destroy her raised barriers, one by one. With patience and subtlety, he had torn her carefully built fortress asunder. At times, Dan's approach had been confusing as it often sent a mixed message; however, today his intentions were unmistakable. He wanted her as his lover.
He had finally made his move. Right now all she could think about was him—nothing else mattered; not his marriage, not their jobs; nothing. She needed him just like she needed air, water, soil and sun. Now their desires would be satisfied together and she desperately wanted that which only he could provide. Instinctively, Rachel's eyes closed halfway as lust began to fill her.
As he lifted her up onto the desk, she halfheartedly struggled against him, but he was too strong for her. When he pushed her backwards, her skirt rode up high, exposing her glistening pussy lips. He knew she was ready and lowered his head between her legs, licking the full length of her hot throbbing cunt.
Rachel gasped as he inserted one, then two fingers into her vagina. With each stroke, shivers of excitement raced through her body. As his thumb bumped against her clitoris, Rachel thrashed about on the desk. Her moans mounted, growing louder as he vigorously fingered her and aggressively licked and massaged her swollen clit.
Without warning, Dan stopped abruptly. He took her hand, guiding it to her pussy.
"Now finish what I started, I want to see you make yourself cum!" he ordered.
Although she was not a subservient woman by nature, the command demanded her obedience. Still Rachel hesitated.
"Be quick about it, cause lunch time is almost over," he added.
Ordinarily such a thing would have turned her off but the requester was no ordinary man. There was uniqueness about Dan ... something about him called to her very soul. She didn't quite understand exactly what it was, or why it existed but right there and then she knew she would do anything for him.
Rachel's breathing was more than a little ragged as she watched Dan resting directly in front of her. Tentatively, she started to rub her swollen lips. Her moistened fingers slid easily over her tender and sensitive labia. She was so much in need.
His intense gaze excited her more and more and the scent of her womanhood quickly soon flooded the room. She gasped loudly, letting out an involuntary moan as the sensitivity of her body craved release. Unfortunately, knowing Dan was watching such an intimate act and savouring her discomfort prevented her from realizing a full climax.
After her breathing slowed, Rachel eased herself from the table. With a grimace of disgust, she slipped her wet panties back on.
"Well, Miss Hathaway, we certainly have a dilemma don't we? If I let you work in those wet panties you'll surely be distracted all day. I can imagine you squirming from the discomfort and that will never do. I think you should go immediately and take them off."
"Dan ...?"
Flushed with embarrassment at her dismissal, Rachel brushed past him on the way out. Dan caught her by the waist, pulling her tightly against him. As his lips tenderly brushed her neck, she could feel his hardened member press into the small of her back. She moaned softly as he blew his hot breath along the moistened skin.
His hands roamed upward along her arms. She leaned her head backwards, nuzzling against his chest as he toyed with the straps of her top. Slowly and gently he eased them off her shoulders, exposing her soft full breasts, cupped by a silk mocha-colored Balconette bra.
"Umm, lovely," he moaned into her ear, beholding her beauty.
He had been away for a few days and missed her immensely. The very sight of her stirred the longings of his heart. He ached to rip the lingerie off and take her there and then. Instead, Dan traced his fingertips along the intricate lace which detailed the cups. He growled deeply as he envisioned himself enjoying her full breasts; his palms running over and under her nipples before caressing them with his fingertips. Damn, he desperately wanted her succulent nipples in his warm mouth.
"Dan ...," moaned Rachel as his palms brushed lightly over her warm voluptuous skin.
Rachel's scent mixed with her a hint of light perfume was driving him insane; his senses were on the verge of becoming overloaded. 'With an afternoon full of meetings, now was not the time to lose control,' he thought. Knowing they would demand his immediate attention, he eased himself away from her, and playfully swatted her on the arse.
"Off with you now, I have some work to do this afternoon. Don't forget to take care of your panty problem," Dan chuckled.
"And whose damn fault is that?" Rachel grinned as she adjusted her top. She looked over her right shoulder giving him a pouty look as she headed for the door.
"Oh by the way Miss Hathaway, you'll need to put in a little overtime this evening. My office at 1800 and don't be late!"
"Yes sir! hmmmm...how long will I be required?" she asked.
"I would estimate that your presence will be required until 2000, give or take."
"Ok, I can book a cab home in advance if you are sure you won't need me beyond that," Rachel replied.
Dan looked up over his glasses at Rachel.
"Miss Hathaway, I don't like to make a habit of repeating myself. I will need you from 1800-2000. Is that clear?"
Rachel raised an eyebrow, lifting her face, chin jutting defiantly. "Yes, Mr. Reynolds, perfectly clear!"
Whirling on her heels, she exited swiftly. "Bastard!" she muttered barely audibly. "Let's see just how focused and driven he really is."
Her hips swayed gently as she walked slowly and deliberately to her work station. She smiled, knowing he'd get an eyeful as her pencil skirt hugged her hips and buttocks tightly with ever step. As she reached her desk, she was still smarting from Dan's attitude so she turned up the heat a little by bending over real slow, low at the waist, pretending to retrieve something from her handbag.
At 38 she was one of the older members of the support staff, but her well defined assets and natural personality kept her well on the radar of every hot-blooded male in the office. Rachel knew for a fact the deep V split in the back of her skirt acted like a set of runway beacon lights. While others may have been getting a show, her performance was for one man and one man only. As she made a show of rummaging amongst her belongings, she could feel his eyes on the curve of her arse.
Taking her time, she straightened up and eased seductively into her chair. Using her hips, she swiveled herself into position directly in front of her computer. Rachel smiled as she carefully observed Dan from the corner of her eye. Oh, she had caught and held his attention alright. She smiled to herself as his eyes appraised her from top to bottom, surveying the long dark thick hair framing her freshly tanned face, the curvature of full breasts and her shapely long legs.
She straightened her back, allowing her breasts to swell a little for effect. Deliberately, she met his gaze and slowly but seductively crossed her legs. The sound of her phone ringing broke the interplay between them as she answered the call.
"Mr. Reynolds", Rachel motioned to the receiver, "Your wife is on line 1...."
After a brief conversation with his wife, Dan continued to stare at Rachel, pondering his feelings for her. He had started this now and there was no going back.
Since joining the company a year ago, she had been quite instrumental in helping him get accustomed to this strange but fascinating country. Despite the many similarities between the US and the UK, there were tremendous cultural differences. Fortunately, the company had provided an extremely competent secretary—one who had patiently helped him learn the ropes of the British business culture whilst keeping him from making a total fool of himself. Because of her, he felt more grounded and at peace with his new life.
Rachel's confidence, energy and down to earth mannerisms had impressed him from the start and there was no denying the chemistry between them. Over time, he quickly discovered these things were merely the tip of the iceberg. Underneath the fiercely proud and independent exterior, lay a very sensual woman—a woman he'd come to know, understand and care for quite deeply. Her sexuality called to him, guiding him like a beacon whilst challenging him at the same time. Although her defenses had been quite formidable, he, slowly over time, had penetrated them all. Dan knew she was his for the taking; he sensed it with every fiber of his being.
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That evening Rachel arrived promptly at 1800 as ordered. Her mind raced uncontrollably as she walked into his office. She had waited so long for Dan to make his move, but now she was almost in fear—what had she awakened within. Her heart thumped rapidly as her mind explored the possibilities. 'Was this really a good move to be making in her position?'
"Shut the door Miss Hathaway and pull the blinds on the windows," Dan requested sharply.
Rachel nervously complied with his instructions and walked slowly over to the mahogany desk.
"Now turn around and let me see if you followed my previous instructions," he commanded.
