I shuffled through the papers on my desk, trying to get the portfolio together for the presentation tomorrow. In a moment of despair I let go of the stack and let it hit the desk top. I took off my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to dispell the headache inside. Strands of my dark chocolate hair had come loose from my bun and they were framing my face. Out of frustration I pushed them back, only to have them fall in my face again.
"Rough day?" I heard the voice before I heard the footsteps, which was odd for me. I almost always was able to tell when someone was approaching me. I looked up to see my co-worker Shamus staring at me, a smirk on his face. His dark brown eyes were full of mischief.
I put my glasses back on and picked up the papers again, not wanting to look him in the eye. Staring at the pages I replied, "You have no idea. I have to get this portfolio together plus I still need to finish the powerpoint. I haven't eaten all day and my poor puppy has probably already peed all over my living room floor."
He laughed at me, his white teeth gleaming against his dark tan. "Sounds like a rough time. Can I help?" I tried to tell him there was nothing he could help with but he ignored me. He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed number for a 24 hour chinese restaurant, ordered something in Mandarin and hung up.
Eyebrow raised I ask, "You speak Chinese?" He answers almost sheepishly, which surprises me because around our co-workers he seems like a very confidant guy. He pulls up a chair beside me and starts laying out all my paper work. For the next fifteen minutes we organize and get started on the powerpoint. As I'm inserting a graph he puts his hand on my bare knee. I had worn a charcoal gray skirt suit and from sitting so long the skirt had ridden up, showing off a great deal of my thigh.
"Look here," He says pointing to the screen with his other hand. "You have to watch the dates for this, this chart is about two weeks old, see? I saw the recent one on your desktop." My mind is divided between the heat of his hand on my knee and the big mistake I would have made if he hadn't been there to see it.
"You're right! I delete the slide and replace it with the new one. Putting my hand over his, I tell him thank you. He smiles again, running his hand through his well styled hair.
"See you do need me."
I chuckle and respond, "Well I guess I do."
I catch his eyes looking at my lips and before I ask what he's thinking he leans in quickly and kisses me. His lips are strong and possessive, molding my mouth in exactly the way he wants it. Seconds later I break the kiss, cheeks flushed and brain rattled. "What are you doing? We work together we can't-" He cuts me off, kissing me again and this time lifting me out of my chair. I hear the fabric of my skirt rip and hitch my legs on his hips but I don't care. He stands there, holding my weight while he deepens his kiss, as if I weigh no more than a feather.
Finally he sits me down on my desk and breaks the kiss. His eyes are frantic but what he says next is completely calm and responsible. "If you don't want this, tell me and I'' go. I won't be mad." I grab a hold of his shirt and pull him back to me, forgetting our professional relationship. The next minute he has my red silk blouse unbuttoned and is pushing it down my shoulders. His mouth attacks my neck and chest and I moan into his ear as I fumble with the buttons of his shirt. He stops kissing for a moment only tear the shirt away from his chest. He picks up my hands and puts them on his hard chest. "Touch me, " he growls and I am more than willing to obey. He growls into my chest as i dig my nails into his pectorals and when his hands unlatch my bra and, giving his mouth room to suckle my nipples I moan with pleasure and arch into him.
One hand still on his chest I reach down with the other and feel his hard cock through his pants. I unbutton him quickly and reach in, not surprised at all that he is incredibly well endowed. As I stroke his cock he stops for a moment and leans into my breasts, holding me to him. His moans moisten my chest and I continue to stroke him, loving the power he's given me.
"I need inside you," he says thickly, grabbing my black lace thong and pulling it down my legs. His fingers run up my thigh to my already wet center and he thrusts gently with his middle and pointer finger into me. I arch my back as he continues this thrusting motion. Head tilted to the sky, eyes closed.
He puts his hand over mine and stop stroking him. He moves in closer, taking careful time to position himself before he finally slides into me. I bite back the scream in my throat as he thrusts solidly into me with his cock. "No baby don't, don't hold it back. Scream for me." I lift my hips to accomodate his cock better, and he moans deeply at the motion. His arm moves around my waist to push me onto him. We move in motion together, over and over as our moans become louder and louder. His body is all solid whereas mine is all soft, pliant and I feel as if my body was meant to be draped over his.
Afterward, we sit at my desk, eating the chinese he had ordered and finish the presentation. As I'm munching on a fortune cookie he says, "You didn't cum."
I laugh and tell him it's okay, I still thoroughly enjoyed our little romp. But he looks so somber as I tell him that I start to feel bad. "Let me make you cum...," He gets down on his knees and starts taking off my panties again. His tongue is strong and delicate and he licks and sucks my pussy. I tremble even before I start to cum and he whispers into me that I taste amazing. As I near my orgasm my legs wind around his back and he pushes his head even deeper into my thighs. When I finally cum he moans almost as loud as I do.
...I have to say, this was a good day at work.
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