[m/f] fucking in office | 2016

This short story is about two ex-coworkers who were once in a relationship. A year later, they have both broken up and started their own businesses. The man is visiting the woman's business for the first time, in an effort to "help" her.

His body instantly responded to her and he spent the next thirty seconds regaining control. It had been so long since he had seen her, but everything was so much better than he remembered.Her hair seemed thicker, healthier than he remembered. She looked downright luxurious. He stared, awestruck for a few moments.

"It's so good to see you!"

Her eyes skimmed his body and he was acutely aware of everything that had diminished about his appearance since she had seen him last. He crossed his arms, grimacing and silently berating himself for his obvious lack of ability to stay calm around such a beautiful woman. He crossed the room and knocked over a plastic stool on his way.

He was already being awkward and he had barely been there for five minutes. What a horrible mess he was. Sweating like a pig, stumbling on his words. She took a few steps backward. "Well, what do you think?"

His embarrassment made him bristle, and before he could stop himself he began to say things he did not mean. "Your employees are idle. You seriously allow that? Seriously?" The words began to flow and he could not stop them.

He stepped backward, gesturing around him. His heart was pounding. What was wrong with him? "What is this, you've got five people out there doing nothing. You walked right past them and said nothing. If it was me I would have told them to get their asses to work. Is this how you run a business?"

Her eyes widened for a moment and he could feel her shock, her hurt. But to her credit she was calm, lightly drumming her fingernails on the desk. He was frozen for a moment, out of words. He coughed and adjusted his tie awkwardly. Sweat was breaking out on his skin and his eyes kept slipping where they did not belong. The fuck is wrong with me..

At his core, he wanted to cup her face in his hands and kiss her and tell her that what he said was not true. Her store was beautiful, well-kept. If it had been running for three years then she was doing something right. All alone, likely. She hated help of any kind. It was impressive. Sexy, even. Harshness and criticism was his self-defense. His ability to not feel. To shut down. There was a long pause. His palms were sweating. He pressed them against his thighs, trying to calm down. He was hard, but he kept crossing his legs in an attempt to hide it.

Don't you do that, he thought. Don't play that game I taught you.. She finally spoke, cool and clipped but not angry. "I may have pulled a few ideas from my experience of working with you but I do not operate this place in the exact manner as you do yours."

"I understand that," he managed. He smiled nervously. "Sorry, I---I guess I'm a little overwhelmed at everything. I don't know why I reacted that way."

She smiled again, genial. "Don't worry about it. How's life been?"

"Not bad, really. Business has been getting better, hopefully for you as well." "It has, it really has. Come sit down."

He took a seat and clasped his hands in front of him. His eyes met hers and he didn't know how he was going to keep them from slipping about six inches lower.

"You sure do look good," he managed.

"Thank you. I do try," she laughed.

Is that really a bad thing? He thought to himself.

He shrugged. "So have I. As you can see."

"Prosperity."

He laughed nervously, hating the sound of it.

"Need help with anything? Anything at all?"

"I could use some company."

Or that. That was unexpected.

"Um." "You don't have to if you have somewhere you need to be. But I'd really like you here with me this evening." His eyes had already traveled south and he had given up trying to retrieve them. She leaned forward and clasped her hands, offering him even more of an eyeful.

He almost smirked. It was so obvious. Of course he had to stay now.

He grinned uneasily. "I can stay."

She stook and walked to a minifridge at the corner of the room. He had not noticed it before. "Drink? What do you like? I have wine."

"You keep wine in your office?"

"So do you."

He grinned. "Yeah. Well....stress."

"Is that a biproduct of the, uh, prosperity?"

He leaned back in his chair and tried to relax. He hoped she noticed his Rolex.

"I'm sure it most certainly does."

He glanced at the selection, impressed. These were expensive wines. Strong wines. Large wine glasses were set on a mahogany shelf above the minifridge. What was this all about?

"The one in the twisted bottle, the red wine. That's what I'm thinking."

"Me too."

She poured him his own glass---large, he noticed, and a matching one for herself.

They discussed jazz and the news, culture. He was feeling the wine, it was strong. He felt as if he were tipping over in his chair. He set the glass down and when he looked back after a second she had refilled it.

"Are you trying to get me drunk? There is nothing else you have to do today?"

She laughed, putting her legs on her desk. He wanted nothing more than to spread those legs and eat her out right on top of that desk.

"Everyone's gone home. Look at the time."

How was it eight at night? How long had he stayed? He glanced at his watch.

"God, is that a Rolex? You don't seem the type."

"I like my....luxuries, from time to time." He winked and grabbed himself discreetly. She was on her third glass. Or second. He did not know. He was beginning to sweat. He untied his tie and let it hang around his neck. He unbuttoned his shirt and un-tucked it.

"You don't mind, do you? I'm getting hot."

"Of course not. As long as you don't mind me."

She was slowly undoing all the buttons on her shirt. He breathed in sharply.

"You---hey. What are you---?"

She paused, slowly reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. She let it fall to the floor. He nearly fainted. The dizziness was taking over. What the hell was he drinking?

"You don't mind, do you?"

"I.......can't judge the actions of another, I suppose," he slurred.

"I think someone wants a closer look. After all, it's nothing you haven't seen before."

She moved over to him and straddled him between her thighs, hovering over him. Those glorious tits were right in his face. He could bite them if he wanted to. His eyes were on her chest but his hands were already working up the backs of her thighs. He was so excited now he was hard as rock. He took her hand and held it below his waist, begging her to ease his discomfort. She stroked his swollen cock through his pants. Beads of moisture had made the area damp.

"You've been hard the entire time you've been here. Don't think I haven't noticed."

"I just....I have to have you," he said.

He drew her close and met her eyes. He spoke to her with his eyes, and he knew she saw the longing in them, the softness and understanding.

His mouth pressed against hers. He kneaded her breasts and let the kisses deepen slowly, and when he pulled away he stared into her deeply, speaking silently. She understood the permission he was giving her, and when he saw the same in her eyes he took her hand and guided it across his chest. His eyes bore into hers as he brought her hand lower, then lower and lower. He felt her sigh when he released her hands.

"What do you want," came the whisper.

"You know what I want," he answered.

He was sweating through his shirt. He could not stop. She was unbuttoning it too slowly. He breathed deeply and willed himself to relax.

"I might not be quite what you remember," he admitted again. He was nervous and aroused and everything he had not been in so long.

"It's fine. You look fine."

He believed her.

"Life leaves its tracks on us. But we are the same as we were when we fucked in your car a year ago." "Yeah but....I liked it," he moaned deliriously as he held her heavy breasts in his hands. He covered them with kisses.

With a sigh her hands slipped below his navel to undo his belt. One fingertips stroked the line of hairs that disappeared into his pants. They were both sweating now. Her hands fumbled with the notches of his belt. Impatient, he removed it himself and tossed it in the corner. She was stroking him now, teasingly zipping and unzipping his pants. She braced herself on the table and opened her legs wide for him. His eyes widened and he moaned softly in spite of himself.

Everything about her was so much better than he remembered. He hadn't cum in days, and masturbation seemed a joke compared to something like this.

His eyes were riveted to her. He let her watch him. He realized his mouth was open, he was frozen. "You're beautiful," he whispered shakily.

In the chill of the air her nipples were hard and taught, the dark circles around them shrinking. He took her round breasts in his hands and felt them as he kissed down her neck and lower until his tongue swirled around a nipple. It was firm but pliant in his mouth as he sucked greedily. He no longer cared about any possible shortcomings of his own body. He no longer cared about anything but this pleasure, the indulgence of his hungry senses. The point of no return had been reached. Her pants were too tight but he managed to get them off her, and her silky panties soon followed, already wet with desire. He wanted to shock her. His knees cracked in protest, but he sank down onto them and buried his face between those beautiful, delicious thighs. She made a feral sound in her throat that was almost the end of him right then and there.

He paused and she flinched. "You sure no one can hear us?"

"They're gone," she said, her voice strangled. Her fingers knotted in his long hair. "Don't stop, don't stop..." He slipped his tongue as deep inside her as he could and suddenly pulled away, sensing she was close. He stood shakily and backed her against her desk, spreading her legs wide. He teased her entrance with the tip of his cock and when she squirmed with impatience he let himself sink into her.

"Beg me for it," he sneered. His old confidence was returning as he felt her desperately moving against him, waiting for him...

"Please, please..."

He realized with amazement that she was going to come. There was a creamy ring around her hole, and he realized he had to act fast.

"You don't come until I say you can."

"Please..." She squeezed tight around him and his resolve weakened.

"Good girl. You keep that up, you might just get what you want," he growled as her hot, slick skin sheathed his swollen cock.

He swore and clenched his teeth, driving into her. It was better than he remembered. He bit down on her arm to stifle his moans as the pleasure built. He held her legs up and the change in angle was enough to take his breath away. Her body seemed to accept him hungrily. Every move she made invited him deeper and deeper. Every nerve ending in his body was singing with electricity. His heartbeat had moved below his waist and he did not know how long he would last. Every pulsation sent him closer to climax.

He abandoned the effort to keep quiet, and made every sound he felt but did not say a word because it was so good.

"Please," she moaned loudly. "Take me, fuck me!" He could not take it any more and he came, shivering from head to toe, exploding inside her. He ran a hand through his dark hair, shuddering with aftershocks. Beads of cum were still at the end of his head, and when she took him in her mouth and sucked them out he almost lost his mind.

She was deflated and tired now, her sexy body spread out so beautifully on the desk. He wished they were in a bedroom where he could rest. He had lasted a long time. He was exhausted.

She sat up.

"You should come around more."

He shakily stepped into his pants, haphazardly slipping into his undershirt. He was almost sober. Normally such a transparent comment deserved a smirk. But he wanted the same thing, badly.

"I....I....come home with me."

She froze, and he waited.

"I have nothing to wear."

"You don't need anything."

"You haven't had enough?"

"No."

"Me neither. I probably never will."