“At the next light, take a right and get on the highway for two exits,” I said. We were headed to my office. It made sense even if it wasn’t ideal. I had a couch in my office that would suffice for whatever we were about to do, whether it be sex or simply talking and enjoying another drink. I even had a bottle of whiskey there and a few glasses, just in case.
“So, Lauren, what do you do for a living?” Tom asked as he turned down the music slightly so that we could talk.
I leaned over to him and let my lips hang an inch away from his ear. My hand found the volume knob on the stereo and slowly turned it back to its original volume.
“It’s all very secret,” I whispered coyly. “You know, if I told you, I might have to kill you.”
He smiled and his eyes broke from the road for the first time since we had pulled out of the Nova. When he looked at me, his eyebrows raised to form an expression on his face that mocked surprise.
“Forget I asked,” he said jokingly. “I wouldn’t want to put my life in danger. But would you like to know what I do for a living?”
“Pull into this parking lot right there,” I said. “We’re here.”
He pulled in and parked in front of my office building. In one of the offices above my agency, I noticed a light on. It was still early in the night, early enough for someone to be working late. All the lights in my office were off, and after I opened the door my hand found the switch instinctively.
“So this is your secret lair where you do all of your work?”
“Something like that.”
I closed the door behind us and drew the blinds shut. I didn’t lock the door. Tom looked around the small reception area and studied the walls, trying to glean anything he could about what it was that I did. I took his hand and led him into my office, shutting the door needlessly behind us.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked. I was already pulling out the bottle of single malt whiskey, aged eighteen years, as I asked him. Tom sat down on the couch and crossed his leg. Not waiting for an answer, I filled two glasses with ice from the freezer of my mini fridge.
“A small one would be wonderful,” he said politely. His eyes watched me and I noticed that they fell down to my cleavage and my hips. I didn’t mind.
I poured us two glasses and then walked over to sit next to him. I gave us a few feet of space between us so that we could face each other as we talked. To be honest, I wasn’t interested in talking, but I did want another drink before I let Tom satisfy the itch that was growing inside of me.
“Tell me about yourself. What do you do outside of work. Like if you didn’t have to work, what would you do with your life?” Tom asked. “I’m always interested to know about people’s passions, you know? What their dream pursuit is, that kind of stuff.”
I took a large swallow of the whiskey and basked in the smooth warmth that flowed down my throat until it gathered in my belly. It felt good to be sitting here with a stiff drink and a handsome stranger before me. If only he would quit with the personal questions, it might be perfect.
“You know what would make this perfect?” I asked him.
“No, what?”
I reached over and put my hand on his upper leg. I pushed off of him as I rose and my hand slip up just slightly, only inches away from his crotch. I walked over to my computer, making sure to exaggerate the sway of my hips back and forth, and turned it on.
“Music.”
Tom smiled and nodded as he raised his glass in agreement. I turned the music on with the volume low and the sound filled the background. I tipped the glass back and finished off the rest of my drink, the mild bite of the whiskey now gone as my taste buds adjusted to the fine whiskey. Ice clinked against itself as I lowered the drink from my lips. I walked over to where Tom sat, my hips moving to the low beat of the music, and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and poured myself another glass over the ice that was still fresh in the glass. I sat down next to him, close this time.
“You are beautiful,” Tom said seductively. I eyed him carefully and sipped at my drink, careful now not to drink too much. I was starting to feel the first glass of whiskey add itself to the martinis and I did not want to overdo myself.
“Thank you, kind sir,” I purred. Tom eased himself up and stood before me. I looked down at his crotch, expecting to see him aroused and there was nothing there to see.
He turned and looked around my office. I leaned back on the couch and rested the drink against my exposed knee, the perspiration from the glass flowing in a single tiny stream towards my dress. I watched it slide down, feeling the tickling coolness of the water.
“You have a really nice office,” he said. “You don’t have any pictures on the walls.” His voice had a hint of sadness to it. I shrugged casually. As he walked towards my desk, I took a quick mental inventory of what was there. I wondered if there was anything with my real name on it and then I asked myself if I even cared.
He ran a single finger across my desk as if to prove to himself that it was really there. I got up from the couch slowly, bending over so that he could eye my cleavage if he wanted, and walked over to the lights. I dimmed them down slightly and the room took on a new ambiance with the dim lighting and soft music.
Tom was looking down at my desk, his attention completely on it. I put my drink down on the coffee table softly as I walked towards him. I stepped out of my shoes and left them next to the coffee table. I lifted up my dress and latched my fingers around my panties, sliding them down around my legs.
With my panties around my feet, I lifted one leg out of them and let the panties hang from the other foot. Tom was still looking around my office, oblivious to what I was doing. I briefly wondered why his attention had shifted so completely and then decided I didn’t care. This wasn’t about him anyway.
“Tell me, how long have you...” he began. With my foot, I tossed the panties towards him. They bounced off his chest and landed on my desk. A look of surprise washed over his face and he picked up the panties, then turned to me. His face changed from surprised to intrigued before he leaned back against my desk. I walked over to him slowly.
“So talkative,” I whispered to him as I stood only inches before him. I ran my hands down his outer thighs before sliding them up his back, feeling the rigid muscles there. He was a bulky man and I could feel his strength emanating from him. He leaned in to kiss me and I turned my face away, grabbing him by the hair gently and guiding his mouth to my neck. His mouth opened and I felt the sweet wetness of his tongue against my skin.
He sucked on my neck gently, careful in his movements. I pushed myself against his body, rubbing my hands through his hair and on his back. Tom sucked on my neck with no sense of urgency in his actions. I grew wet between my legs and gyrated my hips against his. I could feel his cock growing hard as it rose against me.
My eyes were shut closed, darkness enveloped my entire being as I let the sound of the music and the sensation of him against me take me away. His hands were sliding down my back and they stopped on my ass and squeezed, soft at first and then harder. It felt wonderful.
I reached back and lifted up my dress so that my ass was completely exposed. I moved Tom’s hand to my naked skin and he began to breathe harder as he rubbed the naked flesh. I was on my toes, pushing my ass back and lifting it up slightly so that it arched just right for his hand to slide down between my legs from the back. Soon, my wetness dripped around his fingers as they found where I wanted them to go.
Tom was slow and deliberate. His fingers moved around my lips, careful at first not to enter me. I moaned out loud as he slid further and caressed my clit. His cock was fully hard now, pressing against my stomach through his pants. Yet I felt no urge to make a move towards it; I was engulfed with the sensation of Tom’s touch. I pushed his face away from my neck and latched on to his lower lips, biting down playfully.
I moaned even louder as his fingers parted my lips and pushed inside of me. I dropped down from the tips of my toes and he slid
further inside of me as I pushed down. His hand was firm and strong and he practically lifted me up as he moved in and out of me. I pushed my tongue in his mouth and greedily opened my mouth for his.
His fingers parted from me and I moaned in protest. Both of his arms wrapped around me, the hands firmly grabbing my ass, and he lifted me up. We floated across the room to where the couch was and as he tossed me down, I kicked over my glass of whiskey. He looked over to the spilled drink and a moment of confusion dawned on him as to whether or not he should continue.
“Fuck it,” I said, eyeing him hungrily. I was on my back on the couch, my legs opening. He was kneeling before me now, crawling on top of me. I grabbed him by the side of his face and pushed his face down onto my breasts. He pulled the dress down and my exposed nipples poked out, yearning for his attention. Pleasure pulsed through my body as he rubbed the hard, wanting nipples. He rubbed his nose against the soft pink nipple, playfully teasing it before he finally wrapped his mouth around my left nipple and began to suck.
My body moved like I was in the ocean, taken by a large wave. My eyes closed hard as the tension of my wanting pulsed through my body. I was pulling and teasing the other nipple as he worked on my left breast, sending pleasure through me. Soon, it became too much and I pushed his head down, clearly telling him what I wanted. He looked up at me, a grin on his face, before he slowly moved down between my legs. He kissed my stomach through the dress as he descended, inch by inch. With his head between my legs, he lifted the dress up and parted my legs even wider.
An explosion of sensation rocked through me as his tongue licked every inch of me. I moaned loud, so loud it bordered on yelling, and pushed my hips against his tongue as it moved against my clit. He sucked softly, barely touching it at first, teasing it. I managed to open my eyes and looked down at him. He looked back at me and pushed his tongue harder against my clit.
I felt him slide a finger inside of me. I bit down on my lip, hard. I moaned. He wrapped his lips around me and sucked softly until I was crying out with pleasure. He licked me up and down, stopping only to drink up the sight of me with his eyes. I watched him lustfully staring at me when he paused and I wanted to reach down and suck on his tongue ferociously.
An orgasm was building inside of me. I could feel the pressure mounting and knew that if I let him continue, it would erupt. I looked down at him tonguing me up and down, his finger moving in and out of me, the tightness wrapping around his firm grip. His other hand had undone his pants and he was moving it up and down his cock. I eyed it greedily. It hung large and firm. His hand moved up and down it, his lust too much for him not to pleasure himself as he ate me out.
My disheveled dress writhed against me as he worked on me. He lifted my legs up, pushing them back so that I was completely exposed for him. He licked slowly from the bottom to the top and when he reached my clit, my orgasm broke. It was too much to bear. I cried out, the growing force of the climax wracking me with intense sensation.
Tom responded to my cries and pushed two fingers into me, working furiously to intensify my orgasm. My hips rocked against him as he sucked on my clit and moved in and out of me with his fingers, pressing against the inner wall of my pussy so that he rubbed against my g-spot. I bit down hard on my lips and the orgasm filled me completely.
I came. It was a satisfying orgasm, strong and enveloping. While my body convulsed with the sensation, all thought was drowned out and I was one with my physical self. Even Tom wasn’t there; it was only me and the orgasm. As the crescendo peaked and then slowly fell into a descending note of ecstasy, I began to calm my breathing down.
Tom was still licking me, although he had eased on the speed of his licks after my orgasm had peaked. I opened my eyes and wet my lips as I looked down on him, still working on me. My eyes were half open, a sweet soreness was taking the place of the explosion of pleasure. Tom smiled a devilish smile and winked at me. I leaned over and looked down at his cock in his hand. It was large and hard, wanting my attention.
In the aftermath of my climax, the cloud of the alcohol lifted enough for me to feel sober again. I thought of Leon Christensen. His eyes had stared into mine with a desperation that was unlike anything i had ever seen before. It was not a sexual desperation; there was no lust behind those eyes. His eyes had yearned for something beyond description. Beyond articulation. When we had come together, him inside of me, our eyes had locked in on each other’s with a bond that had seemed unbreakable.
Tom’s eyes stared up at me with a want that was clear and definable. They were a deep brown, cute and big. I pushed him back from me and rubbed the side of his face playfully with one finger. Tom stood up and dropped his pants. His cock jutted out. I eyed it and felt a want grow between my legs, although still overshadowed by the throbbing of my orgasm. He lifted off his shirt and stood before me, naked. His muscles were large, but not cut from stone. They were like boulders smashed together.
I pushed out the thought of Leon Christensen. He was no longer a factor. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of whiskey and drank straight from the bottle, the liquor burning as it flowed down my throat. He took the bottle from me and lifted it back and drank greedily.
I eyed him. I looked down at his cock and he watched me stare at it. He stroked it once before me and lowered himself down on top of me, his arms on my side. His hard cock hovered above me, huge and firm. I stared at Tom in his eyes and saw the lust that passed between us, nothing more.
“Fuck me,” I said.
Chapter 16
The light from the outer office grew brighter. Tom was pulling up my dress, determined to take it off. I stopped him, alarmed.
“Hold on,” I said. “The lights.”
He pushed himself away and sat up, looking around confused. I turned towards the door and a figure stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the light.
“Well, isn’t this a pretty little sight,” a voice purred.
I racked my brain, searching through the fog of alcohol to put a face to that voice. It was a female voice, no doubt. My moment of confusion was immediately lifted as the figure walked into the office and stood before the couch, only a few feet away. The woman leaned down and picked up the fallen glass and grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured herself the amber liquid. She sipped the whiskey.
“A fine whiskey,” she said. “You have good taste, Julie.” Her eyes fell on Tom’s exposed cock, still hard as stone and pointing upwards.
It was Marilyn Benedict. She stood before us in a dressy suit, the top buttons undone to show her supple cleavage. Her hips jutted out as she rested her arm against them, lifting the other hand with the glass of whiskey and taking another small sip.
“Julie?” Tom asked, confused. He looked over at me and a small sign of understanding bloomed on his face. “What is going on?” His voice wasn’t alarmed. I could tell a hint of excitement was in it.
Marilyn stood before us, looking at us with a peculiar look on her face that could easily be construed as lust. Even as he was trying to figure out whether Marilyn was about to join us, his hand was moving up and down his cock, keeping it hard.
I opened my mouth to speak and no words would come. I was too startled and confused to begin to say anything.
Tom stood up, cock still in his hand, and faced Marilyn. I sat up on the couch and began to fix my dress. Color had bloomed in my face and I felt incredibly exposed. Marilyn was staring at us with a bemused expression, a hint of something dark in her eyes. Tom thought that this was going to lead to some fantasy; I knew better. Marilyn was not here to join us in our drunken escapade. She was here about Leon.
“Hey there big boy,” Marilyn said, her eyes on Tom’s cock for a moment before they climbed up to his face. “You certainly sounded like you were a good time for this little lady, but I’m not interested.”
A look of disappointment flashed across Tom’s face. He stopped stroking himself and in that moment I realized just how stupid his actions looked. He looked like a child re
primanded by his parents.
“Why don’t you get dressed and get the fuck out of here? I could hear Julie’s moans in the parking lot, so you’re pretty much done here anyway. Isn’t that right, Julie?”
Tom look dumbfounded. He reached down and covered himself as he lowered to pull his pants on. As he pushed his cock down into his pants, an awkward movement as he was still hard, Marilyn snickered at him. Tom turned to me with an accusatory look.
“Marilyn,” I said, regaining my voice which had seemed to flee at the entrance of Marilyn. “What are you doing here? You can’t just barge in my office like this!” I was now realizing the gravity of what Marilyn had done. Anger was filling me up. At the same time though, I was still a little afraid. Leon had said Marilyn was crazy, but just how crazy was she?
Marilyn turned to Tom. “Why are you still here?” she asked.
“Hey, she asked you a question. You broke in here, obviously, so I think you should leave,” Tom said, his voice stern and assertive. The comical scene that had played out just moments ago with Tom stroking himself while standing before Marilyn, the hope of a threesome in his eyes, was gone. Now a darker scene was taking place.
Marilyn walked right up to Tom and caressed the side of his large arm. “You have about one minute to get out of here,” she said. “Or else.”
“Or else what,” I said.
Marilyn, still standing before Tom, reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Tom looked more confused than anybody I had ever seen before. He was speechless. She pulled out his hard cock and with one hand grabbed it firmly, the other hand reaching around him and sliding down the back of his pants. He let out a loud cry of surprise and raised his arms to push her away, but then his body tensed. Marilyn’s eyes never left me.
Tom moaned as Marilyn pulled his orgasm out of him. His cum shot out into her hand as he smiled at me. She pulled on his cock hard and Tom’s eyes were closed. She slid her hand out from behind him and pushed him away like he was nothing and Tom stumbled back, still in the throes of his orgasm. She looked down at the cum in her hand and shook her head as she snickered again.
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