Lust At First Sight 10

Monday

It was lust at first sight. He made me quiver. There was something about his scent as he stood about eight inches from me introducing himself while I was making coffee. After our brief chat about how I had just recently relocated and how this was my first day on the job as a receptionist, I had to excuse myself to the ladies' room. After lifting my skirt and pulling down my panties, I dragged a wad of toilet paper between my legs. It slid across with ease and was left coated with a film of clear fluid. I was soaking wet just from this first encounter. How is this possible? I wondered as I got myself together and left the bathroom, hoping that I wouldn't run into him again but at the same time hoping that I'd see him every second of everyday that I'm in this office. But what could he possibly see in a twenty-three-year-old college girl. He has to be at least ten years older than me. Probably has a wife and kids.

I settle into my desk chair and check the messages. There are two for Sam. That means I'll have to deliver them to his office, if I can find it. He didn't tell me where it was located and there are sixty different offices on this floor. I got a quick tour by my boss, the office manager, on the day I interviewed, but I didn't pay attention to the name plates on the doors. I pick up the phone, my hand shaking, and dial his extension.

"Hi Sam this is Rachel, the receptionist," my voice quivers.

"Hi, Rachel," his voice sounds seductive, but it could just be my imagination, "What can I do for you?"

Now that's a loaded question. I can't tell him that I want him to lift me up, press me up against the wall, and fuck my brains out. "I, uh, I have some messages for you, but I don't know where your office is."

He chuckles and says, "1029." I quickly thank him and hang up the phone.

Now I need to compose myself. I take three deep breaths before standing; my legs are wobbly and I'm feeling weak. Get it together, my head lectures. As I roam the halls looking for 1029, my heart starts racing and I can feel my palms getting sweaty. Finally, after circling the entire floor, I'm standing in front of his closed door. Knocking, I say, "It's Rachel."

"Come in," he hollers through the door.

I slowly open the door and see him seated behind his monstrous desk. This time he's wearing reading glasses, which make him look even sexier than when I first laid eyes on him. I could easily crawl under his desk and pleasure him while being completely hidden.

"Well, come in," he says with a smile.

I take a step and trip, as my heel sticks to the carpet. I feel my face flush with embarrassment. This is not a good impression, my head scolds. Get your shit together.

"Are you okay," he asks.

"Yeah, sorry, my shoe got stuck in the carpet."

I finally cross the room and hand him the messages. His hand lightly brushes mine and I feel a twitch between my legs. I realize he's tugging at the pieces of paper we're both holding, but I don't want to let go in hopes that his hand will touch mine again. With no luck, I release the messages and he thanks me. I'm staring at him, thinking of all the ways he could defile me. "Is there anything else," he finally asks.

"Uh, um, no," I stutter, feeling my cheeks flush once again. "Sorry," I mutter before quickly turning and leaving his office. Once I close the door behind me I lean into it and try to catch my breath. I am suddenly very aware of my panties nestled against my most delicate parts. The door opens suddenly and I fall back. He catches me and now our bodies are pressed together.

"Sorry," he says, "I didn't realize you were out here."

"Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed," I admit, but not backing away from his solid frame. I feel no gut on him and his chest is firm. His arm is wrapped around my waist and I don't want him to let me go. Finally he does and disappointment floods over me.

"I, um, I need to get back to my desk," I stutter again, sounding like a fool.

"I'll walk with you, I was just going up there to get some water," he says.

We walk in silence for what seems like forever. Finally he asks, "So you're new to the area? Have you been out to explore much?"

"Not really," I respond. "Between job hunting and school, I really haven't had too much free time."

"Well I can take you around sometime if you want."

"Really?" My voice squeaks. "You're not married?"

"Nah, divorced." For some reason this disappoints me. It would be hot to have an affair, to sneak around and have secret trysts in the office. But I don't know if I could conscientiously do that. I do have some morals. "What about you," he asks. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, I haven't met a whole lot of people yet."

"Ah, well let me know if you want me to show you around sometime," he says as he fills his water cup while I take a seat at my desk.

"Okay," I say not committing to anything, though my head is screaming yes!

"Well, I'll see you around, I guess," he says before turning and walking away. My eyes follow him as he goes. His ass is tight and plump in his slacks and I suddenly have the urge to run up behind him and squeeze it.

I'm supposed to sit here and answer phones and greet visitors, but my body is needing a release. I rise and head toward the bathroom. Once inside the stall, I lift my skirt and shove my hand into my panties. Just as I expected I'm still soaking wet. I spread the moisture over my clit and imagine he's in the stall with me, that my hand is his. I'd be jerking him off, or maybe sucking his dick, as he makes me cum. Just the thought of seeing his dick has my mind spinning as I continue to rub myself, inserting a finger inside me with each downward stroke. I want to breathe the pheromones wafting from his crotch. Rubbing my clit harder, faster, I imagine him telling me that I'm a bad girl. I want to see him cum. See how big his load is. That thought takes me over the edge and I'm left panting in the stall, my clit hot with pleasure and the muscles inside me contracting. If only he knew what I had just done. That would surely get his attention, but for now it has to be my dirty little secret.

Friday

It's been a disappointing week. Sam has been out of the office since Tuesday, though my fantasies about him have been getting steamier and steamier. I've made a list of places we could fuck in the office, starting with my boss's desk. I'd be sitting on the edge and he'd come to me, his belt unlatched and his pants open. He'd pull his throbbing dick out and insert it inside me then fuck me hard till we both came together.

"Rachel," I hear his voice and snap back to reality.

"Oh, hi, Sam," I say blushing, as if he knew what I was thinking about.

"What are you doing for lunch today?"

"Um, I brought a yogurt," I shrug.

"That's a snack, not lunch. Let me take you out," he says.

"Mmm, ok," I agree nonchalantly, though my stomach is flipping with excitement. "I'll just have to check with Laura to see what time she's able to cover for me."

"It's usually dead in here on Fridays, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"Ok, I'll go ask," I say rising from my chair. Even though I'm wearing heels, he still towers over me, my face at chest height.

Walking to my boss's office, I'm hoping he's watching me. My ass is one of my best features.

"Hey, Laura," I say smirking at the sight of her desk, "Is it ok if I go to lunch now?"

"Yes, of course," she says. "I'm not busy. Take your time."

I thank her then retreat, but not before imagining my fantasy sex scene on her desk one more time.

Sam is still standing by my desk. "Ready?" I ask.

"Yup," he says as I grab my purse from under my desk, bending over right in front of him so he can get a good look.

We get into his car and I ask where we're going. "There's a little bistro that has a great lunch and bottomless mimosas on Friday."

"Mimosas? I don't know if I should be drinking on my lunch break," I say with a chuckle.

"Laura won't care. We've been here several times and she gets pretty hammered."

"Really?" I'm surprised. She seems straight-laced, with her hair always pulled back and her collection of cardigans.

He's smiling at me and I can feel heat between my legs. I'm not sure I want my inhibitions lowered. I might try to make a move and he might reject me. This is just a friendly lunch between two co-workers, or is it? I wonder. He's the one who suggested we have mimosas. Maybe he's planning on making a move on me.

"Can I ask how old you are?" I say, breaking the silence.

"Thirty-four," he says. "What about you?"

"Twenty-three."

"You don't seem twenty-three. You seem to have your shit together. You must have an old soul." He winks at me.

We pull up to the restaurant and he parks. Then he gets out of the car and circles it, opening the door for me. I thank him and he puts his hand on my lower back and leads me inside. We're led to a small table by the window and he immediately orders our drinks.

"Everything is good here," he says examining the menu.

Our mimosas arrive and he clinks his glass to mine. "Have you been on the causeway yet?" he asks before taking a sip.

"No, I don't think so. Where and what is that?"

"It's not far from here, it's a bridge, with beaches on both sides. You can drive your car onto the sand in some places. We should go there after we eat."

"I probably need to get back to the office," I say, though taking a drive with him to a beach sounds divine.

"We'll just go for a little while," he says, trying to convince me. Finally I agree.

After four mimosas and a spinach and goat cheese salad, my head is spinning.

"You ready to get out of here," he asks.

"I think we better before I have another drink," I giggle.

Leading me back to the car, again with his hand on my lower back, he opens my door like a gentleman, then carefully closes it once I'm inside.

"Do you often take ladies out for lunch and get them drunk?" I ask, once he's in the car.

"I may have in the past," he says with a boyish grin.

Suddenly I don't know how to feel. Is he just trying to get up my skirt? Do I even care if that's his goal? I've spent the entire week fantasizing about him. My toy collection hasn't ever gotten this much use. Now maybe on the beach we'll make the fantasy a reality. I'm nervous at the prospect so I ride silently as he drives us to the bridge.

"Wow, it's beautiful over here," I finally say looking at the calm water in the bay.

He pulls off the road and onto the sand then parks the car. "It is. That's why I wanted to bring you out here." He's turned toward me, studying my face. "You know, you're very beautiful," he says rubbing my cheek with his finger.

"I'm very drunk," I laugh. "Do you want to take advantage of me?" I ask still laughing.

"I don't want to take advantage of you but I do want to kiss you if that's alright with you."

I bite my lip and nod. He leans in and presses his mouth to mine. His full lips encompass mine and I feel my body making fluids. I part my lips, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. Our tongues swirl around each other effortlessly. He's good kisser and I wonder what else he can do with that tongue. He reaches down and rubs my leg, my skirt rising up ever so slightly. He pulls away, and breathily asks, "Can I touch you?"

I nod slowly, anticipation rising. He slides his hand up my bare thigh till he reaches my pussy. He pets it gently over my panties. "I'm getting so hard," he says. "Do you want to feel?" I nod again and reach over and rub his crotch. The bulge is big and I'm guessing he's at least eight inches in length. He gently pulls my panties to the side and rubs my bare skin. I'm in disbelief that this is happening. Is it a dream? I wonder, not wanting to wake up. He parts my skin and finds my clit, pressing on it gently before sliding his finger down to my opening and pushing it inside.

"My god, you're so wet," he whispers.

"I want to see your dick," I say softly.

He starts to pull his hand from me, but I push it back in. I unbuckle his belt while he continues to finger me. I'm moaning gently as I unbutton and unzip his pants. He's wearing paisley boxers and I can see the outline of his dick clearly. I give it a tight squeeze before slipping my hand under the fabric and grabbing his flesh. It twitches in my hand.

"Can I kiss it?" I ask, looking into his chocolate eyes.

"Yes," he replies without hesitation.

I lean over and take in a deep breath. He smells better than I imagined and my pussy clenches around the finger inside of me. I slowly pull his dick out from under his boxers and it's beautifully brown, like the rest of his skin. I press my lips to it then slowly slide my mouth down around it just past the ridge of his tip. I feel a drop of precum on my tongue and so I take him in a little more, swirling my tongue around him as I do.

"God that feels good," he mumbles under his breath.

I've imagined his dick for the entire week, and now it's in my mouth. I feel like a kid in a candy store. I was right that it's about eight inches; I can take it all in, I tell myself before pushing my head down till I feel him touch the back of my throat. His fingers start to move a little faster and he's paying more attention to my clit now, swirling them around it masterfully. His dick still in my mouth, I let out a loud moan.

"Oh my god," he says, "Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum."

I increase my tempo, bobbing my head up and down, each time letting his dick touch the back of my throat. I want to suck the cum out of him and let it pour down my esophagus.

His fingers are rubbing me hard and, with his dick still in my mouth, I tell him I'm about to cum.

"Keep doing that and I'm gonna cum," he struggles to say.

The pleasure is taking over, my clit surely engorged, my pussy dripping wet. With one last swirl of this fingers, I start screaming in ecstasy, my mouth still wrapped around him.

"Oh fuck," he says, pushing my head down till I gag. Suddenly his body tightens up and I feel warm cum erupting from his dick. I take his hand and push it inside me so he can feel my muscles contracting around it. I'm swallowing each pump of his cum as his body spasms. Finally he relaxes and his dick begins to soften. I gently suck on it and swirl my tongue around it as if cleaning it off. Finally, I release him and give him a kiss on his tip.

"Goddamn," he says panting, his hand still inside of me. I sit up and smile at him. He smiles back, while slowly retracting his hand from my body.

"That was better than I'd imagined it," I say, covering my legs with my skirt.

"Yeah, for me, too," he says still trying to catch his breath.

"So what now?" I ask.

"Well, I have to get you back to the office," he says fixing his pants and tucking in his shirt. "But can I get your number so we can do this again?"

I'm reeling with excitement inside. It seems like now the possibilities are endless. "I would like nothing more," I say with a grin.

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