The grey early morning light steals across her sleeping limbs. She stirs, stretches slowly and feels the soft lightness of the duvet shift against her naked form.
She kicks it back and lets the cool air caress her skin. She smiles as she remembers her lover and the pleasures they shared last time they were together. She can still smell his delicious scent on her hair and her hands.
She touches her breasts as she remembers his hands doing the same. She gently squeezes her nipples, one with each hand, then with a slight groan rolls onto her side as one hand slides down between her legs. Her fingers find the little bump already slick with readiness. She wishes he was there to feel it too. She wishes she had time to relieve the tension which is growing within her.
But the day has begun and she must get ready for work. Reluctantly she rises and chooses her clothes. She is expected to look neat and respectable for work so she chooses a pair of grey trousers, a grey cashmere sweater and a matching grey paisley silk scarf.
From the underwear drawer she selects a lacy black bra and a matching g-string. No one will know that beneath her sensible clothes she is wearing these. The bra goes on first. It gently cups her breasts but is too sheer to completely hide her nipples which are awake to the cool air of the room. She puts on the g-string, and gently parts the cheeks of her buttocks so that it presses snugly against her most sensitive parts. The feeling it invokes is almost overwhelmingly sensual.
She goes into the bathroom to put on her make-up and brushes her hair. She appraises herself in the mirror. The slight flush of colour in her cheeks is the only hint that she is aroused.
She continues dressing in her work clothes, steps into her shoes, grabs her bag and leaves.
As she takes her place in the driver's seat of her car, the g-string stretches, stroking her, reminding her, as it will do every time she sits down today, of her lover and how her body longs to feel his touch again.
LUNCHTIME
She meets him outside her office building at lunchtime. Waiting by the roadside, standing still amidst the bustling workers, the noise of the traffic and the smell of cigarette smoke assails her.
The traffic is heavy as his big car noses towards the kerb. She jumps in quickly and shuts the noise and smoke outside. Music is playing quietly and she nestles into the softly cushioned leather upholstery of the seat. He bends and kisses her quickly. She feels her whole body yearn towards him. But he turns away to nudge the car back out into the stream of traffic.
She strokes his knee and he smiles.
"I don't have much time," he says." I'd like you to undress for me."
"Here, in the car?"
"Yes."
She looks around. Outside crowds of office workers are hurrying about their business.
"Will they notice?" she wonders." How embarrassed she will feel if they do."
She hesitates a moment before beginning to untie her scarf.
She pulls off her sweater and struggles out of her trousers as the car stops at a red light. She sits in her bra and g-string feeling the leather seat cool against her skin.
He looks across at her, appraising her and reaches across to slide a hand between her legs.
She takes a deep breath and realises she is trembling.
As the car is pulling away she looks out the window and catches the amused expression of a man waiting to cross the road. She blushes.
"Please continue," he says.
"Do you want me to be completely naked?" she asks. He nods.
The car is speeding up now as it reaches the freeway so she thinks there is less chance of someone looking in and seeing her nakedness.
She unhooks her bra and raises her hips to slide out of her g-string.
He glances at her and sees from her bare, erect nipples that she is feeling cold. He reaches across and brushes his hand against them before turning up the thermostat on the heater.
She turns towards him, smiles nervously and then lays her head on his shoulder.
"Where are we going?" she asks.
He turns the car off the freeway and onto a city street. A minute later they are heading down into the relative darkness of an underground car park. Several floors below ground level he finds an empty spot next to the lift and pulls in.
"Put your shoes back on," he says. Then he gets out of the car and takes something from the boot. When he comes around to her side to open the door he is carrying a pale brown fur throw.
"Lets go," he says. "Leave your clothes in the car."
She is very fearful of getting out of the car, and of leaving her clothes behind. It is one thing to be naked in the relative privacy of the car but the shame of someone seeing her in this state outside the car, terrifies her.
"Its OK," he says, "Trust me."
She finally climbs out and he wraps the throw around her. It is soft and warm but she still feels vulnerable and it will be obvious to anyone who sees her that she is naked underneath it.
He calls the lift, then puts an arm around her waist as they wait.
It arrives quickly, although it seems like an eternity. And thankfully it is empty. He takes out a key, inserts it into the lift control panel and presses the button for the thirtieth floor.
As the lift whirs upwards he turns her around to face the back of the lift which is mirrored. He lifts the throw from her shoulders and admires their reflections — her naked form beside his fully clothed one.
The door opens at the thirtieth floor to reveal an empty, unfurnished floor, where pale blue carpet stretches all the way to distant floor-to-ceiling windows. Beyond the windows is a spectacular view of the harbour and botanical gardens.
He takes the throw from her as they leave the lift.
"Wow!" She exclaims.
She walks over to the windows to admire the view, quickly checking that no one from neighbouring buildings can see her.
He comes up and stands behind her. He strokes his hands down her back. She reaches behind and pulls him in towards her so that he presses against her naked back. He moves in closer, sandwiching her between the cold window glass and his warm body. She feels his clothes against her back, and his erection pressing through his trousers.
Her nipples grow firm against the cold glass and she is suddenly afraid, despite the glass, of falling. It is a long way down.
The fear of falling to her death is not quite so fierce as the fear of dying on the pavement, naked.
She puts up her hands to steady herself against the window as she feels his hand slip between her legs. Compliantly, she steps one leg sideways to give him better access and he slips a finger inside her.
The contrast between what her eyes see -- the panoramic view -- and what her body feels —the probing of her private parts -- is a completely novel sensation.
"You're so wet. I want you right now!" he says.
Quickly he undoes his trousers and urgently spears his cock straight into her. She yelps with surprise and her fingers scrabble as she fights to steady herself against the glass.
One minute he had been so gentle and protective. The next he is like a wild animal. His passion had been inflamed by her willingness to please him.
She can feel the glass shaking as her body is slammed repeatedly against it. The mixture of fear and passion overwhelms her. He pounds into her until he feels he is in danger of coming, then pulls out, spins her around and kisses her hard. She trembles as she returns his kiss, and feels relieved to be removed from the glass.
Her hand drops to his cock which is already sticky from her juices. She is overwhelmed with a desire to kiss it and sinks to her knees, covering its shaft with tiny licks and kisses. She can taste herself on him. She hears his intake of breath and feels his hand gripping her hair. She looks up into his eyes adoringly, then, carefully cups his balls in her hands and slips his cock into her mouth.
She takes in as much of it as she can without choking, her lips forming a seal around the shaft, her head dipping rhythmically as she pleasures him. She loves this feeling of kneeling in front of him, naked while he is dressed, worshipping his cock. She puts one hand around it and works her lips and hand together, hoping she can make him come in her mouth.
But he has other ideas. She looks up at him standing above her.
"Stand up and come with me," he says, "I have a gift for you."
She stands up, smiles and gently kisses him on the lips. He takes her by the hand and leads her past the lifts to the far side of the floor. They come to a partitioned area with a timber panelled wall and heavy double doors. He pushes open one of the doors. Beyond is a board room with a beautifully polished honey-coloured timber table, surrounded by white leather chairs and floor-to-ceiling built in cupboards with the same finish as the table.
Her eye is drawn to a large white box, tied with a broad black ribbon, resting on the table.
"It's for you," he says. "I hope you like it."
"Oh wow! she says, "This looks exciting!"
He watches her as she skips down the side of the table, reaches over and draws the box towards her.
He observes her slim figure, naked except for her shoes, silhouetted against the far windows of the room. He has to fight the urgent desire to take her in his arms, spread-eagle her on the table and bury himself in her warm, always-welcoming body.
"May I open it now?"
"Please go ahead."
