Hedonistic Arithmetic Part II (M/F) | 2016

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Hedonistic Arithmetic Part II: Addition and Multiplication.

Suffice it to say between spending the night curled up with Trish in her bed and our incredibly steamy shower getting to work on time wasn’t going to happen without matter-energy-matter transference. In the name of saving some of my reputation at work I phoned the office while I was on a bus to tell them I’d “overslept” and would be in as soon as possible.
Mercifully there weren’t any surprise morning meetings nor had I been scheduled to meet with a client or tapped to show up at a job site so the fallout would be minimal. Provided of course I could get home, change into something approaching professional looking and not schizophrenic before jumping into my jeep and heading downtown.

Half an hour later I pulled into an open spot underneath the building where the firm I work at makes its home. The offices themselves are situated in the business district of the city and anyone needing a bit of inspiration for their latest project merely has to look out the window listen to the frozen music as von Goethe would have put it. Somehow I’d managed to make the journey without dressing like an utter maniac as well, although to be honest matching a robin’s egg blue shirt with thin white pinstripes to a cool grey suit and a pale gold tie wasn’t exactly rocket surgery. Still despite the small victory in dressing ones self I had a chat with one of the firms’ partners, more to make sure everything was okay since oversleeping was most definitely aberrant behavior on my part.
Internally I felt decidedly like a shit-heel when saying I’d simply slept in and had nothing to further offer, but at the moment I was in survival mode. This particular partner had been something of a mentor when I’d started my internship at the firm and stated that it was okay this time but not to make it a habit in the future especially in relation to partner decisions. Soon thereafter my internal kicking had died down due to the necessities of work and wrestling with the new CAD software which refused to work.

About an hour before I’d planned on taking a lunch break the thought of dumping the infernal computer sitting on my desk into the river after freezing for the fourth time was becoming less and less abstract.
Fortunately the cooler part of my head prevailed and I finally acquiesced to calling our resident IT specialist IE the intern who’d installed the program in the first place. However my phone chimed and vibrated before I could ever lay a finger on the screen, signaling someone had texted me.

Hey Mr_Lewd_Punny_Name, I need a second opinion on a project. Come by my office when you have a moment? Eleanor.

I don’t work at a large firm so our office space is consequently small, and moreover we have an intercom system which, unlike CAD software, rarely malfunctions. That said most of us have each other’s phone numbers and texting is an unobtrusive way to communicate if something needs to be discussed but it’s not pressing.
No, what made me raise an eyebrow at this text was the name of the sender.
Eleanor had started an internship with the firm a year after me so by now we were friendly enough, but in all that time I’d known her as being somewhat aloof. What’s more she rarely asked for help beyond confirming that something she’d worked on matched client specifications as well as internal design standards save for the occasional headache of a problem. Still I’m not the type to leave people hanging if I can lend a hand and in any event perhaps I could have seen the damned software work correctly so I got up from my own desk and headed down the hall.

The mystery of Eleanor’s request only deepened when I arrived at her office. With the exception of founding and a few senior partners the offices are double occupancy without exception. Sometimes it can be cozy but generally most get along and in the tradition of local apartments the common areas are much bigger and open. Eleanor however was alone in her office and I’d not seen her officemate up to that point.
“Close the door.” She said with an unusually tremulous underpinning to her usually pleasant and almost bell-like voice. Clearly she was anxious about something and apparently didn’t want it leaving the confines of the office. Even if I hadn’t caught the slight wavering in her tone the anxiousness was essentially written in bold print upon congac hued monolid eyes and in the corners of her thin-lipped mouth. As the latchbolt clicked home I asked the obvious,
“How can I help you?”
Eleanor didn’t answer right away beyond a space-filling nonspecific noise while manipulating the mouse in her hand. The pause gave me a bit of time to take in a few more oddities about Eleanor on this particular morning.

The best way I’d be able to describe Eleanor’s look on every other day would be fashionably modest; flats or heels that barely cleared an inch, fully buttoned blouses with mid-calf skirts and the occasional jacket, minimalist makeup including subtle shades of lipstick and clips or braids/twists to keep her hair up and out of the way. All in all very businesslike but still feminine.
That morning however Eleanor’s makeup and hair were decidedly different than the norm. Her long raven hair hung fell over her shoulders and down her back in luxuriant waterfalls and the glistening burgundy color on her lips actively fought with her eyes for my attention.
“Yeah, can you look at this walkway design? I think the angle of the handrail is what the client wanted but I’d rather have a second opinion just in case.”
With a simple nod and “Sure” I walked to her side and bent at the waist to examine her work. Knowing next to nothing of her clients hobbled my opinion but a cursory glance revealed that the angle of said railing was noticeable but largely inoffensive. Even still I hate working in the proverbial dark and turned my head to ask Eleanor about some of the specifics but was distracted once again. Two buttons were undone on her avocado-hued blouse and the sections of material were conspicuously open. So much so in fact that from my slightly elevated and diagonal position only blindness would have allowed me to miss the telltale featherlike pattern of lace underneath the blouse itself.
Sharks have struck with less frantic splashing and under the majority of other circumstances I’d have proverbially sank my teeth in then and there. However the workplace was different; I’d worked hard and built a reputation for myself which included not fishing off of the company pier. On top of that this was decidedly different behavior from Eleanor, well past noticeable and well into signal flares and klaxons territory.
With a mix of confusion, slight alarm and simmering arousal all competing for space in my head I swiveled my head and held Eleanor’s gaze for a moment before grabbing her office-mate’s chair. Leaning back and taking a seat I regarded Eleanor with a raised eyebrow before asking.
“The handrail looks good Eleanor, most of your designs do…”
There was a pause as I automatically leaned back in the chair and steepled my fingers at chest height, holding Eleanors gaze all the while.
“Tell me what you really want.”
There was a sigh that preceded what she said next. However my directness seemed to at least cut through without shutting her down; the nervous edge to her voice had abated.
“Look, you know I’m leaving the firm in two weeks and really don’t want any big goodbyes…”
Indeed I did, in fact Eleanor had told me not long after speaking with the senior partners. Apparently she wanted to move to a different part of the country and ply her skills in a smaller market with warmer weather. Logical move to be sure and perhaps if I weren’t so sentimental about the firm and the city I might have done something similar by now.
“… but there is one thing I really want to do before I leave.”
Eleanor was apparently fond of theatrics because she chose that moment to swivel her chair towards me. This revealed the final pieces to her ensemble; a black knee-length pencil skirt that displayed her toned calves and a pair of off-white pumps which were not only much taller than an inch but bore a subtle snakeskin print as well.
“I want to fuck a co-worker during business hours. Not on my last day to avoid any complications, I want to see a man I work with and know I’m contractually forbidden from having sex with him before remembering what his dick felt like inside of me.”

There’s obvious and there’s that. Somewhere in my mind a voice was probably reminding me that I’d already gotten into enough trouble that day, that this was a stupidly risky thing even if I wasn’t late and…
I wasn’t listening to more rational thoughts. The moment Eleanor had left her unspoken question hang in the air the steeple disappeared in favor of palms rubbing together slowly and the grin that had taken over my features would have qualified for lascivious without much effort. That and the sudden shifting in the front of my pants was a dead giveaway.
Fantasies are always one thing however and I probed a bit further to see just how serious Eleanor was.
“Obviously this would have to be done on a lunch break, but the question is where? Theoretically my SUV would be a good choice but the parking lot is usually pretty busy…”
“The 12th floor offices were still unlocked when I checked this morning.”
She’d picked a relatively decent spot; the day prior a cartel of self-styled masters of the universe had cleared their offices relatively quickly without informing the property managers. With a little luck it would still be open, a little more and there’d be carpet or a rug available, and a lot would yield abandoned office furnishings.
There was another matter however,
“There’s also protection…”
Eleanor’s hand slipped into her purse and produced a little blue box with her own sultry smirk before dropping it back in. I’m pretty sure I tensed slightly as the front of my pants tented just that tiny bit more for a millisecond.
Clearly Eleanor intended to carry out her fantasy and planned accordingly. The last piece of the puzzle was the right partner and she’d decided that was me. At that point frankly I had visions of throwing her on the desk and pumping away gleefully right then and there, but this was her rodeo. However I tend to be a curious sort of person and there was one last thing I needed to know, if only for my edification.
“So when did you decide that I’d be the guy to carry this out with?”
She didn’t answer right away as if considering the weight of her next words. When she did there was an almost wistful breathy tone as if relating a cherished memory.
“Not all at once, it was more over time. I know when you’ve gone to happy hour with some of the other associates you’ve talked about sex in some form or another and some of it have gotten back to me.”
I made a mental note to figure out who was the loudmouth from happy hour and either thank or curse them depending on how things played out. As Eleanor her hand moved to facilitate her fingertip’s almost absentmindedly caressing of the skin bared from the undone buttons while she slowly crossed her legs in front of me.
“Then the day the pipes burst and we had to get all those boxes out of the storage room, you had to take everything but your pants and tshirt off and I could see your arms and shoulders move and how you tossed those boxes on the table over and over…”
Eleanor’s fingertips slipped inside hem of her shirt for a moment before she recovered and continued.
“… after that I did a bit more homework to get a clearer picture of you in that way. I like the image Mr_Lewd_Punny_Name.”
On the one hand I was slightly irritated that Eleanor had been that cagy as opposed to coming to me directly despite the fact that such a proposition was a minefield. On the other hand…
“12th Floor then. In… 45 minutes.” I said after consulting my wristwatch. Perhaps I was imagining things but I could have sworn Eleanor’s eyes widened slightly and her legs pressed together subtly as her own little lightning bolt struck home. Regardless I’d just agreed to be part of Eleanor’s fantasy and for the moment nothing further needed to be discussed, at least with words. So after getting up I re-adjusted myself to minimize the growing erection from any prying eyes (after giving Eleanor a look) and returned to my office while trying to wipe the vestiges of that lascivious grin off of my face. After a few minutes passed a thought entered my brain; Am I really going to do this?

45 minutes later on the 12th floor I’d answered my own question, although I was still feeling a little exposed. Only a few floors in the building are fully occupied by one company and already two or three people had walked past the guy standing in front of a now abandoned office. Just as the first vestiges of doubting Eleanor’s resolve bubbled to the surface the click of heels on tile heralded her arrival.
Instantly my heart hit the anterior of my ribs and my nethers stirred against a blend of cotton and nylon the moment I lay eyes on her. The heels accentuated her slim yet toned legs which her skirt (a pencil skirt no less) hugged as she walked while the two buttons on her blouse were tantalizingly revealing without being obvious. As she got close I could appreciate the way her flowing hair accentuated her almost delicate face and read the anticipation in her eyes. Clearly Eleanor had ruminated on her decision and still found it appealing, although she’d nearly been thwarted by the intern asking obligatory silly intern questions as one does in that position.
The doors to the abandoned office were indeed unlocked (and that plastic card was there the whole time, honest) and we set about trying to find a suitable venue. Our first thought was the obligatory conference room, however that turned out to be not only devoid of a table but displayed multiple stains on the carpet that effectively killed its candidacy. From there we split up and started checking other in a frantic search to find something suitable. I quickly became frustrated with two offices and a breakroom and was entertaining the thought of trying a quickie in my SUV when I heard Eleanor sing-song from around a corner,
“Found it!”
Indeed Eleanor had run across the ideal venue for our little tryst; an office which not only had carpet and a sturdy-looking desk but also a remarkable view into the heart of the downtown district. Eleanor was still admiring that view when I sauntered past and leaned against the doorframe. Those heels had done a remarkable job of lifting her rear and such a view deserved admiration.

“What a view.” I said in the best come-hither tone I could muster. The moment Eleanor turned and clapped a hand over her face to suppress a giggle I realized just how corny that had sounded and had to chuckle myself while closing the gap between us.
Eleanor stopped laughing overtly but still snickered a couple of more times even as her hands found my tie and began gently stroking the silk with both of her hands in succession.
“So how should…”
Eleanor was cut off by the sudden grasp of my arms around her waist and my lips pressing against her. All her planning had worked to perfection; the moment I’d gotten back to my office my productivity had essentially stopped thanks to visions of frenzied removal of clothing and flesh meeting with abandon. At first Eleanor seemed shocked at this sudden change in demeanor for a moment but quickly started moaning into my mouth and digging her nails into my chest. Although our tongues stayed put that time Eleanor’s teeth gently pulled at my bottom lip for a moment as our lips parted and coaxed a grunt out of me.
Feverishly Eleanor’s hands tugged the jacket off of my shoulders and deposited it unceremoniously before my hands found her waist and pulled her tight against me once again. This time I didn’t hold back in the least; my tongue drove into her mouth while I ground my now rigid penis against her with a feral growl. Eleanor melted against me with a moan while clinging to my triceps for support as her tongue pressed into mine almost deferentially. Now it was my turn to give Eleanor’s bottom lip a gentle tug with my teeth, only this time my attention was focused on her ear.
“Tell me how badly you craved me.” I hoarsely whispered in her ear before forcefully sucking the lobe between my lips and nibbling. Eleanor practically squeaked while her hands clenched at my sides for dear life before panting out a reply.
“All week Mr_Lewd_Punny_Name! Touched myself… thinking about those arms holding meooooh…”
My hands had been tugging at the buttons of her blouse in succession and pulling the fabric from beneath her skirt and one had brushed against the general region where I’d presumed her nipples were. Even in my lust-fueled state the sudden intake of breath and arch in her back wasn’t lost on me and only spurred me to tug at her earlobe a modicum harder while frantically trying to make it through the remaining buttons without popping one free. Once Eleanor’s blouse was free and open I practically yanked the two halves open and let go of her earlobe with a final bite to see what I’d revealed. To say that I approved of Eleanor’s lacy black bra would have been a cosmic understatement; she’d obviously picked something that looked good on her and highlighted the perkiness of her small pert breasts without any false advertising.
Clearly she deserved a commendation and I did so by yanking her in by the small of her back and hungrily kissing and sucking between her breasts while my other found the back of a thigh and squeezed greedily, all the while still unable to utter anything other than feral grunts. Eleanor could still talk but now she was starting to have problems controlling her own volume, vacillating between deliberately quiet to unabashedly forceful while digging her nails into my sides.
“Fuck! Fuck you’re strong Mr_Lewd_Punny_Name.”
Flattery is one helluva skeleton key and Eleanor was adept at turning it, so much so that I let go of her thigh and started feeling between the cups of her bra to find the closure. My educated hunch paid off when I my fingers found the simple hook and loop closure and in a surprising display of dexterity given the state of my lust managed to unhook it in one motion. The moment the lacy confines of her bra fell away I had to pause however; Eleanor’s nipples were adorned with silver barbells which winked at me with reflected sunlight.
Eleanor sensed my hesitation and evidently caught the look of wonder on my face that was still coming to terms with modest and slightly aloof Eleanor walking around with such adornments hidden by her clothing.
“Careful with them, they’re sensitive and the barFUCK!”
I’d noticed. Hence why I dove back in with aplomb and clamped my mouth down around one of her nipples in coordination with one of my hands enveloping her other breast with a splayed grip.
As my tongue curled underneath each ball in turn before I gently nibbled and my fingers kneaded and squeezed I felt Eleanor shudder in my hands and raggedly pant. Encouraged by such a result I grunted against Eleanor’s skin before my thumb and index closed around one of her nipples and gently tugged while my teeth followed suit with the other. Eleanor managed to cut off a moan escaping from her throat before her hands started feverishly tugging at my belt in an effort to engage in a bit of reciprocity even through spasms of pleasure.
I wasn’t having any of it just yet however and after a quick switch of my hands my mouth closed around her other nipple and sucked enthusiastically in conjunction with swirls of the tongue and nibbles while I used one of my hands in concerts to gently pull and even slightly twist her other nipple.
Soon the onslaught pushed Eleanor over the edge and her fingers dove into the waist band of my pants in order to hang on while she quivered and grunted repeatedly in my arms. Eventually she managed to pull herself somewhat upright and rest her head upon my shoulder while breathing deeply, her hands finally freeing my buckle from itself before zeroing in on the infernal button and zipper that stood in her way.

The moment my zipper hit it’s base Eleanor’s hand slipped further in and started to caress the pulsating hardness beneath the fabric of my boxer-briefs with a soft moan.
“Oh god, fuck me Mr_Lewd_Punny_Name, please fuck me…” she said while slipping her hand underneath the elastic of my boxer-briefs and pulled my penis into the air. Eleanor looked down and made a noise somewhere between cooing and sighing while giving the shaft a squeeze and a couple of gentle tugs before meeting my gaze again.
“Please, I’m so wet…”
For a moment I didn’t answer, only shifted my hips towards her hand. She didn’t wait long however as I kissed her mouth vigorously and deeply before telling her “Over the desk.” with a growl.

Eleanor not only complied after kicking off her shoes but also started reaching back with one hand to tug at the hem of her skirt. Exciting as it is to have a women claw at her own clothing so she can be penetrated that much sooner I was possessed and had to reveal her ass myself and subsequently stepped forward to hook my own fingers underneath the hem of her skirt and yanked it over her hips to the tune of a gasp from her and an approving grunt from me. Like her pert little breasts Eleanor’s ass was small but pert and rounded and seemingly fit my hands perfectly as I squeezed and spread each cheek individually while framed by a lacy black thong to match her bra.
Ordinarily such sensations would have been cause for me to slip my penis between her thighs and tease her while caressing and smacking such rounded pertness with aplomb, but as I said earlier I was a man possessed and knelt behind her while dragging the offending and sodden thong down her legs before removing them entirely courtesy of her lifting a foot at the end.
Fortunately I wasn’t so possessed to neglect protection and started rummaging in Eleanor’s purse for the little blue box she’d flashed me while sliding a pair of fingers along her swollen lips. That proved to be a bit of a distraction since it became instantly apparent that Eleanor was not only telling the truth and completely bare but perhaps downplaying her wetness; after a couple of passes it felt like I’d collected a stream between my fingers and Eleanor was pressing her hips down at them with sharp almost frustrated grunts.
Providence struck again however and the moment my fingers felt that little box I snatched it out of her purse like it was the key to prevent a doomsday device from going off and practically destroyed it to get at the smaller packages within. With a bit of judicious work between my teeth and free hand I managed to continually stroke Eleanor’s folds while rolling the condom down before grabbing her hips and slipping the now sheathed head of my penis into her.
Before pushing further however I was compelled to bend over at the waist as far as possible without slipping free and growl in Eleanor’s ear, “Remember..” before my hips pressed forward and I was buried in Eleanor to the hilt, her broken moan commingling with my open-jawed grunt and resonating in the mostly empty offices.

My first thrusts were slow but deep and swiftly built in force after both of our hips had subtly shifted to accommodate the other. With each thrust forwards my hips pulled Eleanor back to me resulting in a smack of skin meeting skin and a sharp moan from Eleanor, and as the pace built while still maintaining my long strokes words flowed from between my lips between guttural grunts.
“You fucking needed my cock inside of you all morning didn’t you?” I might have been getting into the danger area of volume but Eleanor was right there with me, tossing her hair back and moaning in between exhortations.
“Yes!”
My fingernails dug into her hips just that much harder and my hipbones slapped into her cheeks in the same small but noticeable degree.
“You needed me to fuck your brains out!”
“Yes, fuck I needed your big cock inside me and your hands on my tits!”
I swear I felt my cock twitch inside of her just from that alone and rewarded her with a spank to each cheek before hitting the crescendo of long strokes I could muster. Now our moans and grunts and dirty talk and skin-slapping had hit a new crescendo and in the back of my mind I started to wonder if people in adjoining offices were starting to catch on.

It was a small part that wondered it however, because a much more pointed and prominent portion decided that now was the time to send Eleanor over the edge even as I could feel the pressure just beginning to mount between my hips. As I changed the angle of my hips slightly to find new areas of Eleanor’s anatomy to stroke one of my hands slipped forward and found a deliciously familiar sensation of skin and metal. It didn’t take much pressure and slight twisting before Eleanor’s hair was thrown back as her head became the cresting portion of a back-arch.
Now Eleanor’s moaning was verging on screaming territory and surely would have carried beyond the walls of the abandoned office. Instinctually my other hand left her hip and clamped down across her mouth while still pumping away and pinching her nipple. Rather than take it as an affront Eleanor stuck her tongue out and dragged one of my fingers into her mouth in order to forcefully suck between chest-heaving moans.
The renewed addition of nipple stimulation sent Eleanor over the edge again after a couple of minutes from my combined onslaught and I felt her walls clench at my shaft through the barrier of latex between us.
Although I’d been pressed to the hilt inside of Eleanor when she came and was panting in my own right from the insane bliss of things so far I wasn’t as close to my own release as I typically would have thanks to the thicker condom than I typically use. However this did give me a bit of clarity which generated a wicked idea.

Slipping my hand away from Eleanor’s nipple I gently swiveled my hips back and forth as if I were simply letting her recover before diving underneath the bunched material of her skirt and seeking out her folds once again. From there my fingertips traveled upwards and met at their upper origin. It only took a few delicate strokes before Eleanor’s thigh stiffening and a gasp indicated I’d found her clit and immediately set about rubbing it between two of my fingertips while pumping into her again. This time Eleanor was quicker on the uptake and soon a finger was in her mouth and being sucked between moans and pants once more. It seemed like mere moments before her thighs visibly quaked and quivered while her walls clamped down on me in waves yet again, and all the while I was growling at her, “That’s right you remember every fucking time you look at me.” Now visibly flushed along her legs and ass Eleanor slightly collapsed into the desk and moaned in soft ragged waves. Unfortunately this meant that I still hadn’t come and Eleanor apparently had run out of steam.

Although irritated that I hadn’t gotten off I was more than pleased with what I’d done to Eleanor and after planting a soft kiss upon her ear I slowly pulled out. Much like when I’d rolled the offending (yet necessary) condom on I rolled it back down with one hand while caressing Eleanor’s thighs and ass.
Eleanor however had one last surprise in store for me. Rather than stand up she slid to her hip on the carpet before pivoting to her knees and walking forward. Before I could even get a word out she braced herself against my thigh with one hand while wrapping the other around my shaft after collecting some of her wetness and engulfing the head of my penis with her mouth.
Eleanor however wasn’t interested in teasing or putting on a show; instead she immediately started pumping with her mouth and hand in unison while pressing against the underside of my penis with her tongue. I might have been somewhat close before but such a need to bring me to orgasm while looking into her brown eyes conspired to make my loins fizz and crackle in overdrive and a litany of grunts and huffs to escape from my chest. Intertwining my fingers in her hair seemed to be the best way to hold on lest I stutter-step out of the room in pleasure but it seemed to encourage Eleanor to pump that much faster and harder
In what seemed like record time I felt the pressure reach critical between my hips and made it’s imminent release known to Eleanor in a clenched guttural tone,
“Fuck yes Eleanor take it, drain my fucking balls…”
With one last moan from both of us she did just that, sighing and lapping with the head of my penis in her mouth as my hips bucked forward with every spasm of pleasure. How I remained standing I’ll never know but Eleanor made sure to get every drop before standing with her hair askew and a glazed over look in her eye. For a beat we just gazed at each other through a haze of orgasmic bliss and dawning realization of what had just happened before I gently leaned in and kissed her lips while squeezing her hands.
As we pulled ourselves back together we made small talk before slipping back into the hall and taking the elevator back down to the firm’s offices with everyone seemingly none the wiser.
After I’d gotten to my desk I found a can of nuts I kept on hand to ward off cravings and dove in since I hadn’t actually eaten anything for lunch. It was only after I dropped an errant hazelnut on the floor that I noticed something new was in my jacket pocket that wasn’t there earlier. Eleanor had managed to slip her panties into the pocket without me noticing.

Stay tuned for Part III: Redistribution and Summation