Lunch with Lucas [m+f] | 2016

I had decided it was time to change my look. I was in sales and, honestly, a lot of folks out there will buy from you if you look put together. I’m a tomboy at heart, and so I had become comfortable with khakis and pretty shirts. My boss offered a girls’ night out and told me she wanted to “do me a favor” and buy me a new wardrobe. Nothing crazy, but more skirts and dressy-business style stuff. I reluctantly agreed, because I’ve never been good at accepting gifts.

I’m just under 5’6” and my shoulders are fairly broad. I guess what folks call a “swimmer’s build.” I had gone through a few different hair colors, but I was back to my natural reddish-blonde and I’d layered it to fall just below my shoulders. With pale white skin, lots of small freckles, and blue eyes, I had a really hard time finding colors that really looked great. I was frustrated, but she actually helped me a lot and spent quite a bit of her hard-earned money to push me out of my usual comfort zone. I felt pretty for the first time in a long time, and better than that… I felt sexy.

It was the first day I’d worn my new clothes to work. A weekly meeting on Monday, just before lunch. I put on my new high heels that had open leather work to cover just above my ankle, and a well-fitted black skirt that fell just above the knee. I had paired it with a sleeveless light blue shirt and wrapped a belt around my natural waist. I took a deep, but shaky, breath before I walked in. Everyone on my team turned and their eyes popped open. I must have blushed along every inch of exposed skin. Lucas was in the restroom when I came in, so I’d already started chatting and exchanging pleasantries with the team. He stopped short in the doorway and tried to act normal when I looked over to him. It made me giggle, because he always tried to play the cool and collected type around me.

Clearly, I was exuding confidence. My boss asked me to make a short presentation on a particular sales technique that I was great at, and I agreed. I tried to keep composure, but I kept feeling eyes on my. My bare legs, the heels, the skirt… people were watching everything I did. People like Lucas. When I was done speaking, everyone did their polite clap and I went to find my seat. Strangely enough, Lucas had found himself sitting directly behind me. I smiled politely at him and turned, sitting in my seat only after I’d leaned forward, bending deeply, to grab a pen from the table. I smirked to myself.

He leaned in about 10 minutes into the relatively informal meeting and whispered to me, his chin just above my shoulder, in a teasing way, “Love the look.” I smirked, and felt my face get hot. I just nodded my head a little. He ran his fingertip down the back of my arm and I looked down to watch its trail, then flicked a quick smirk at him before looking forward again. He took that as a cue to touch me gently and imperceptibly to the others in the room for another 5 minutes until we could leave. He knew I liked it and he was driving me wild. I squirmed a little, shifting my hips as I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I squeezed my thighs firmly a few times to give myself a little twinge of pleasure.

The meeting let out, and Lucas and I pretended to be chatting about the “talking points.” Really, we were just waiting for the office gossips to leave. With the last couple of folks wandering out of the room, I looked to Lucas with a grin and he took my wrist. He walked me to the bathroom, which was thankfully always immaculate and a “handicap access” style; basically a larger bathroom like you’d find at home. The door had two locks on it and we latched them both. In a moment, he had spun me to face him. “You dirty fucking minx! How dare you come to this meeting dressed like that? I’ve been able to cut diamonds for almost two hours,” he said. I grinned before mocking his false outrage as well, “Yeah? And who the fuck are you to be touching me and caressing my body while I’m trying to focus on a meeting?”

He looked at me fiercely for just a moment before he walked me back against the wall and kissed me hard. I went a little weak in the knees with pleasure and a moan escaped. I opened my eyes and he surveyed my body. I’m very petite and most everything about me is small in proportion except my ass, which is one of my favorite parts of my body. For this reason, I get a little shy when he takes me in like this most times. Today was an exception. I stood up straight again and turned around to face the wall, then I bent slowly, my fingers trailing down the wall as I bent down from the waist and eventually wrapped my fingers over my ankles and the heels that covered them. Then I stood up slowly, “Get a good look?” I called over my shoulder.

The next thing I knew, I was pressed up against the wall. His hand held the back of my head and kept my cheek firmly against it as his other hand worked his belt and zipper. I heard him slide his pants down and then fumble a little more with his boxer-briefs. I was breathless with excitement when he growled, “Panties. Off.” I pulled my skirt up enough to reach the straps of my thong and pulled it down to my knees. He moved his hand between my legs and pressed them against my lips. I moaned again, feeling his cooler hand against me, I was on fire. He dipped two fingers inside and only pumped them a few times before spreading them open and thrusting inside, deep. My whole body squirmed and he leaned in close, pressing against me to keep me still, “Good girl.”

My eyes closed, rolling back as he kept his thrusts short and deep, a firm force as my hips arched and pressed hungrily back to meet him. I started to moan a little loud and he pressed a finger into my mouth. I licked and sucked his fingertip and he grunted, pulling it back and then wrapping that hand over my hip, searching for my clit with that wetted finger. I threw my arms up next to my head and bit the inside of my left arm to silence the sounds I made when his finger found its mark. I bucked against him and he pushed against me even more firmly.

He gripped my hip hard with the hand that wasn’t holding my face against the wall and fucked me as hard as he could. I lost count of how many times I came, and he powered right through them. He knew I’d get off, and I knew this was purely about him taking what he wanted. He hissed my name, cussing at random when he slowed his pace and then picked back up. “I’m going to cum on you,” he growled, and when I only moaned in reply he pulled free and came all over my ass, working his length with firm, long strokes. My knees fell inward against one another for support as my body slowly leaned more and more on the wall.

Lucas walked over to the sink to grab some towels and help me clean up, which we did in total silence. When I finally leaned over to pull my thong up and fix my outfit, he slapped my ass hard and I jumped. When I turned to look up at him, he was grinning as wide as I’d ever seen him and I smirked back. “What?” I asked with more confidence than I felt. “I’d like to see the rest of this new look. Please? Like… tonight. Say, around 8:30. Your place? I’ll bring the hooch.” I laughed and nodded once. “Yeah, alright. But only because you asked nicely.”