The party was for my husband's company to celebrate and introduce the new CCO. He was from the UK and been put in place after the companies had merger sometime last year. It was said that he was highly intelligent and knew the business better than anyone in the company. I had also heard through the grapevine of office wives, that he was not handsome. Yet, there was something about him that made a woman wants to look twice and maybe do more than just look. I had wanted to see the Enigma, but by the time we met, I was ready to swear off all men.
My life and my marriage was a joke, both existing only in public. In private, we were like strangers meeting for the first time. The thrill of life was slowly dying in me. I was so empty, feeling numb and cold inside. The night of the party, numbness and cold had all but eaten the life out of me and I was looking for a way to hold on.
It was my second drink that I found the energy at least to laugh, not just smile at something said that was funny. Laughing until I started to cry, funny alcohol always did that to me. Then I realized that I was crying out of control and had to get out of the sight of others. Almost running to get to the bathroom that I never got to, for Just as I placed my hand on the doorknob, with tears running down my face, I felt a hand grabbed my right shoulder. He turned and pulled me to him, sending me face first into his chest, an unyielding thing with only the softness material of his expensive suit to cushion me.
Looking up into his face, I gasped and for the first time in years, I felt horny. This was a shock I hadn't felt anything like in years. It started like a sound coming from way off in the distant running through my body, waking and warming places that had gone cold. His dark eyes gave nothing away as they looked down at me. He said nothing as he looked into my face reading what was there. I am sure that my face read like an open book as I rubbed my body into his trying to find the man in the clothes. He picked me up and the next think I knew we were in an office, with the door closed and locked.
No words past between us, I am now sure that none were needed. I step out of his arms and started to look around the office in the dim light of the room. It was impressive, which I could only assume it was one of the executive offices. Feeling his eyes on me, watching my every move as I looked around the office and I loved it!
My dress was the first thing after my common sense that I let go. The rest followed and I found myself naked except for my cum-fuck-me five in heels. I stood there as he examined me over from head to heels with a soft smile on his very kissable lips. I knew what he was seeing full hips and breasts with long legs. All natural to the point, that I have even gone so far as to keep the soft down that marked my sex. It was now curly and damp due with desire due to the attentions of the man in front of me. Feeling the warm thick wetness gathering there, I wanted to touch and taste it.
Sticking my well-manicured fingers into my pussy moaning at my own touch, I started to tease my clit and feel the first spark of a thrill that ran from my head to my pussy. I gasped aloud and felt my legs began to shake. I quickly decided to take a seat on the top of the desk where I opened my legs wide. Looking at the enigma as he stood in front of me, he was all that they said he was and more. I acknowledged that with a smile and a wink and went back to my playing. My clit was like a ripe fruit waiting to be eaten. He stood there smiling at me as the front of his trousers formed a tent. Never once did he touch it or even acknowledge that he was aroused. It was as if that part of his body was just there.
By now, my hands were covered with my sticky, thick, musty scented wetness, I didn't care. Moving to lean back onto the desk, I noticed that there was someone looking back at me or rather us from the building the building next door. The person was in the shadows, but looked to be a man ... maybe. For them, the man in the room and the one in the building next door. I started massaging my breasts and teasing my nipples becoming lost in fucking myself for them the man inside and outside the room. Body covered in sweat was beginning to shake as my orgasm rose up from its long slumber.
I came screaming and moaning knocking things on top of the desk onto the floor. Becoming something that was all legs, arms, and torso screaming and crying my release, my freedom into the air as beads of sweat went flying in the air around me. I was cumming rising up out of my silence, squirting my essence out of my convulsing pussy on to the desktop beneath. I was exposed; a mess and I didn't care.
When I back to the world, I was hearing my own breathing and looking upside down at the building across the street. Sitting up still on top of the desk, I looked around the office and found myself alone. Then looking into the office next door where the watcher was it now appeared to be empty and totally in the dark. It was like there had never been anyone standing there or even in here I thought as I looked around the room. With wobbly legs, I stood and quickly redressed wondering where had they gone?
When I rejoined the party, my husband was ready to go home. He didn't seem to notice that I had been missing well that at least hadn't change. It had me wondering if I had dreamed it all. Later that night well really morning as I sat in the warming waters of the tub, I thought about the evening. Had it really happened, had I really finger fucked myself for two strangers?
Then slowly the numbness returned to my body and by the next morning, it all seemed like a dream. Brought on by one too many drinks, but the thrill of it was still there, like a whisper. It was about two weeks later the whole situation by then had been reduced to a passing thought, when he crossed my path again... or should I say they.
To be continued.
Thomas Newman: Whisper of a Thrill (Meeting Joe Black)