So, there's this guy in my office building, named Jonathan. He and I got to be pretty chatty during smoke breaks, and started flirting with one another. After all, I was a single girl who enjoyed attention from such a hot looking guy. After corresponding online for quite some time, I decided to meet him at work on a Saturday. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I went with a shirt, skirt, and shoes. No bra, no panties.
I was getting all worked up just thinking about seeing him at work. Remembering the few times I'd dared to touch him - in the elevator, brushing my backside against him, feeling his hips thrust forward toward me....from the feel of the erection, I could tell I wouldn't be disappointed.
One night after work, I had even thought to myself, "if I don't do this now, I'll lose my nerve." Then grabbed him by the front of his leather jacket, pressed him to the wall and planted a big kiss on his sexy mouth. I whispered against his cheek - "Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?" His response was a moan. He turned his head and said "we have to stop." I knew he was right - I mean, he'd been dating someone for a few months. But here I was, single and wanting this man SO desperately...and I didn't want a relationship with him - I just wanted to fuck him.
So, I went to work. I got online and let him know I was in the building. He wrote that he'd been checking out the offices on his floor, trying to see which one he'd want, after his promotion. I asked if he'd like to give me a tour, and he told me to come on up.
My heart was racing. Every time I got close to this man, all I wanted to do was touch him. So I came in, and there he was in jeans and a t-shirt. Damn, he looked good. We sat and chatted for a few minutes, and then he gave me the office "tour". We went into several offices, and then finally, to the one he wanted - a medium-sized room with windows along one wall. Cherry desk and padded leather chair. I leaned back against the desk and discussed dΓ©cor with him.
I don't know if he could tell, but I was thinking how much I'd love for him to close the door, hike up my skirt and fuck the hell out of me. I commented on how nice he looked in casual clothes. He showed me the tattoo on his back, and I reached around the front of him to touch his chest, and kissed his warm skin. He sighed deeply and leaned into me. I backed off a little, because I wanted the 'tease' just a little while longer.
We sat down again and talked. He got a phone call, and I decided to cross my legs, using the slit in the skirt up to my thigh to entice him. His eyebrow went up, and I stroked his thigh. While on the phone, he uncrossed my legs and pushed the skirt up my thighs. My heart was thudding out of my chest. I was already dripping wet.
He hung up the phone and asked if I was trying to distract him. I laughed and said that of course, I was. He asked me to hike my skirt up further, and I laced my legs over his, to give him a good view of my pussy. I saw him catch his breath. I opened my blouse to show him I wasn't wearing a bra either. He leaned forward and put his hand inside my blouse, running his thumb over my nipple - it instantly hardened at his touch. My body was screaming for him to fuck me. Still, I played it cool.