Tall, stocky build, wavy black hair, eyes that held a piece of the sky, and skin that reminded me of cream i so wanted to taste. I saw him every day, though i never got up the nerve to say much to him. I knew his name was Edward, yet I knew more about him by watching him work in the zen garden outside my office window. If a man could be so detailed and generous with his hands and time on a peaceful zen garden, would he treat my body the same?
Sometime after I was supposed to go home that day, i found myself still at my desk cleaning out my corporate inbox. There was a message I knew didn't come from my supervisor or clients. Being as nosy as I am, I opened it. 'Every day I hope for just a glance from you. One touch. I have dreamed about you and I and the things i would LOVE to do to you to make you come... Yours, Edward'
I knew i should have reported that email, but just reading it had me hot and wet in those few seconds it took to read it. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat pool between my legs. My hand strayed slowly down my throat, my snow white button up blouse, brushed over my full breasts. I sighed, knowing that he was out there getting dirty and I was still stuck in my office. 2 inches of glass seperated us. I wanted him bad. God, was I horny.
Oh well, I thought as my hand continued on a trail of pleasure past my waist and between my legs through my high slitted skirt. I slid my butt forward in my seat for better access to my clit. Though my silk panties were in the way, I imagined his hand there caressing me. I moaned, not afraid of getting caught, everyone else was gone for the day. Except him.
I imagined him there kissing my neck, bitting softly at my pulse point. nibbling on my ear while slipping his hand under my shirt to lightly pinch my nipple through my thin bra. My breasts ached to be let loose from their fabric prison. I unbuttoned my shirt and spread my legs wider, imagining him there pushing my panties aside and sliding his finger around my slit.
My fantasies always felt more then real to me, but I opened my eyes to meet blue eyes filled with fire. I gasped, wondering what he must think of me sitting in a leather chair getting off to his email.
Apparantly it never mattered, his finger continued its course over my clit, making me jump with sensitivety. "You are so wet, I want to come inside you," he breathed this, his voice betraying his desire to fuck me senseless.
I lifted my hand to graze my nails lightly over his hard member through his jeans. He sucked in a hard breath and shoved his finger into my sopping wet pussy. I cried out in ecstacy, almost over the edge from the need to come. He withdrew his finger slowly, bringing it to his lips and sucking my juices off. I watched, knowing that i was more impossibly drenched then before.
He moaned at the taste of me, "Heavenly, sweet." His finger left his mouth and two were pushed in me. I lifted my hips as his fingers moved back and forth across my g-spot. I knew I wouldnt last much longer, so did he. He stopped. His pants met the floor with amazing speed as I watched. He goes commando, I glanced down and saw his thick hard cock jump in response to my gaze. I pushed my panties and skirt past my hips, sliding a lone finger over the head of his cock. It throbbed in response. Hlifted me onto my desk with one arm, and slipped a condom on with the other. In one fluid motion his core met mine. I groaned at the fullness of his thick cock inside me, almost at the edge again.
His hips began to move as my hands clutched at his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss me, the electricity upon contact causing more wetness to aid his motion. His tongue swept the inside of my mouth in uncontrolled passion. I met him stroke for stroke, as hungry for him as he was for me.
My moans turned to screams in the office, his groans accompanying the passion filling the air. I felt myself let go, my skin tingling as I came with a force built over months of fingering myself. My pussy muscles clenched, my body embracing him as his hips moved uncontrollably at lightning speed. He came with a loud groan, the veins standing out in relief in his neck and forehead.
When I came back to reality, I thought to ask Edward out. Maybe we would have more passionate moments like this...everywhere we might get caught.
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