Office Encounter

As she sat on the edge of the tub, quietly watching the pink bubbles form from the flow of hot water pouring on to them, she sighed. She closed her eyes trying to forget the events of the previous night. They were emblazoned in her brain, they were scorched on her skin, and they were tingling on her lips.

She should be at work by now, this she knew. However she just couldn’t muster the strength to face all her colleagues after what happened last night at the office Christmas Party. The images of the heated encounter flared into her mind again. She felt the familiar electric shocks run down her body from her neck to her toes. How his hands had followed that same path. Then his lips, and his tongue.

She came flying back to the present when she felt dampness on the floor by her feet, the bath had started overflowing. She shut off the tap, and pulled the plug to allow some of the scented bubbled water to escape down the drain.

She lowered her love tender body into the soothing water, and sank down to her chin. She closed her eyes in pure ecstasy as the heat seemed to enter every pore and relax her sore tired muscles.

She laid her head back and replayed the Christmas party last night.

She didn’t even have any clue that he was the least bit attracted to her. He was a man's man, standing at least 6’4”, lean and muscular, longish black hair that brushed his shoulders with a hint of gray, the most stunning green eyes she had ever seen, she estimated his age to be late thirties, early forties. She was not the most stunning person at the office, standing only 5’6”, weighing well over 200 lbs, and 40 years old. Auburn shoulder length hair, freckles, and tired-looking, color changing hazel eyes. She was rather quiet and kept to herself most times. Just go in, do her job, and come home to her children. It was a simple life she had made for her and her five kids after the big breakup and relocation to a new city.

Again the events played through her mind. She was not participating in the festivities, she had wanted to finish her work early and get home for the holidays with her little crew. A couple of the other employees had tried coercing her in joining but had no luck. She was just wanting to get out of there. She wasn’t really close with any of the employees there, just friendly.

She closed her eyes tight with the memories of what happened next.

She was in the copy room, making her final copies of the big report for him, when all of a sudden she sensed someone in the tiny room with her, she knew it was him. She smelled his intoxicating scent, a mix of sandalwood and frankincense.

She was just about to turn around when she felt his large warm hand on her shoulder hold her in place. Her heart had skipped a beat. She heard the door to the little room close and then the lock click into place. Her breathing became more rapid. She remembered closing her eyes praying for him to touch her the way she had fantasized since the day she started, but she was also praying he didn’t. She was a mix of emotion and intense feeling.

Then she heard the rustling of fabric, she knew he had removed his suit jacket and tossed it on the copier. She held her breath.

He took a couple steps towards her, he didn’t speak a word. His hands were so warm, and surprisingly rough for a businessman. It felt amazing as he slid his hands across her bared shoulders to move her shoulder length auburn hair from her neck. Then she froze as she felt his hot breath, it felt like hours passed until he pressed light kisses to the back of her neck.

Shivers cascaded down her body again as she remembered the feel of those full lips pressed against her skin. She unconsciously traced her fingers along the same path his lips had went.

She remembered how his tongue had started tracing paths along her neck, and he took little nips with his sharp teeth, the sensations were intoxicating.

His assault on her senses kept her unaware of what his hands had been doing, until she felt a slight coolness on her erect nipples. She then realized with quite a bit of embarrassment that he had managed to undo and remove her blouse and bra without her even noticing.

She had started to protest when he slid his rough warm hands from her back around to her full breasts. He massaged her aching buds between his thumb and forefinger, causing a new onslaught of electrical currents to run through her body.

She remembered laying her head back against his chest, and slightly pushing her derriere against his groin area. She started at the feel of the very apparent attraction he had for her. She was about to step away when he quickly grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards and against his full erection. She was lost, the pure lust that flowed through her now was not about to be ignored. She knew then and there that she would do whatever it was that he wanted, and she knew she would love it.

As she sat in the tub, the phone rang again for the fifth time that morning. She knew who it was, and she just couldn’t answer that call. It was too much, too soon. She needed to heal from the experience and from the aftermath of her colleagues' remarks and nasty comments.

She had to add more hot water to the tub since she had been sitting awhile just remembering the events.

She laid her head back again, closed her eyes and picked up where she left off. She could feel her body responding to the memories, it was intense how fast even just memories could get her so hot and ready for another encounter. Although she knew it would never happen again. She couldn’t let it happen again. Or could she? She shook that thought right out of her mind.

As his hands pulled and pushed her hips in time with his grinding on her backside, she felt herself grow more and more ready for what she knew was going to come. He had other ideas though; he wanted to take his sweet time with this purely luscious torture.

His lips came back to her neck, biting a path across one shoulder then to the next, he slowly lowered his head and started placing bites on her back, all the way down to her backside. She was in pure heaven, it was driving her mad, but she held still, she wanted to see where he would take this onslaught of her senses next.

He was on his knees behind her now, his big hands cupped her buttocks, and he squeezed roughly and sank his teeth in through the fabric of her skirt and panties. The pure carnal pleasure that coursed through her veins at that moment was almost overwhelming, she finally reacted with more then just moans, and groans, and slight hip movements. She reached behind her, her hands into his hair and pulled him to her backside again. She wanted to feel that intense pleasure again and again. He obliged, he covered her whole posterior with bites and smacks, and full hand grabs.

She could feel his intensity rising as well, she knew he was reaching his wild levels too. As he got rougher she knew he was losing his control. The electricity in the room was almost tangible.

He stood up so fast and spun her around she almost toppled over, his strong hands caught her around the waist and lifted her onto the table in the corner of the room. She was breathless with how easy it was to lift her bigger frame like she weighed no less then a feather. His eyes were dark green now, with a fire that she could feel through his rough touches.

She tried to reach for him, he brushed her hands away, and laid his rough hand on her chest, he slowly pushed her back so she was laying on the table. She almost screamed with frustration, she wanted to put her hands all over his sweaty, sexy body. She wanted to torture him the way he was torturing her.

All thoughts left her mind when he roughly pulled her legs apart and sank to his knees. He ripped her panties off, and started blissfully assaulting her most intimate spot with his mouth and tongue. He growled like a starving wild animal as he expertly made her cry out with the pure power of his attack on her senses.

He only stopped when he felt her legs quivering with her first release, as he came to his feet, he had a pure male satisfied smile on his face. She was at a loss. He had made her into a quivering mess on the table, and he knew it.

She was just about to reach for her shirt in pure embarrassment, when he uttered the first words of this encounter, “Oh no you don’t, I am definitely not done with you yet.” He took her shirt and bra and tossed them out of her reach. She shook with the animal attraction she was feeling for this man, her boss, a practical stranger. Who up until this moment, she thought he didn’t know she existed.

Damn phone started ringing again. This time she rose from the tub to see who it was. Just as she had expected, it was him, calling her for the hundredth time since the party. She put the phone back on the hook, and got dried off. She wrapped her favorite blanket around her, and went to sit on the couch. Thank goodness her kids were off spending a couple days with their grandparents.

She laid back on the pillows and allowed herself to continue remembering. Her body was definitely primed and ready for another encounter. She berated herself for the thought. She couldn’t allow herself to think of that. She closed her eyes and thought, unconsciously running her fingertips along the blanket across her erect nipples, and down to her belly, and back up again.

He started to slowly unbutton his suit pants, sliding his hand down his chest, across his hard belly, and followed his treasure trail, to grip his very prominent erection. She melted even more, she had the uncontrollable urge to run her lips and tongue along the same path his hand had just taken.

He slowly lowered his trousers down to his hips, to land in a pile on the floor. He was commando. Her breath caught in her throat. She was propped up on her elbows, so she could see his every move. He wouldn't allow her to close her legs, he wanted to see her fully. He started coming toward her, stroking his very impressive erection. This made her heart jump and knees quiver. She was ready for him.

He unwrapped a package and placed a condom on his shaft. She couldn't control the moan that escaped her when she felt the excitement of what was coming next. He smiled that male satisfied smile and came closer to her.

He grabbed her knees and pulled her closer to the edge of the table. He whispered, “are you ready for me” which sent an all new set of electric shocks through her body. All she could do was whimper and pull him closer with her legs wrapped around his hips. He growled and entered her with such force that the table banged hard against the wall. She let out a loud groan, and held on for dear life as he started the ride. She knew he had held his passion in check and was now letting loose. He filled her with his manhood, his pace growing faster and harder. She couldn’t help the loud sounds coming from her lips.

All of a sudden there was a giggle and a knock at the copy room door—They both froze. The people on the other side knocked again. He looked at the pure panic in her eyes and smiled, he started to slowly gyrate his hips, pushing back into her quivering body, slowly increasing his pace, the knock came again, he moved faster and harder. She threw her head back and tried not to make a sound.

He then just as quickly pulled out of her body, she felt empty. She thought it was surely over, as the people on the other side proceeded to keep knocking. He helped her off the table, she was about to reach for her discarded clothing when he grasped her wrist and whispered, “oh no, not yet miss” then he quietly but roughly spun her around and pushed her to bend over the table.

Without warning he entered her hard and fast from behind, she was about to yell out with the pure primal ecstasy that she felt, but he must have known she would, because his big warm hand came over her mouth to drown out the sound. She was lost, she had never had such intense sexual feelings in all her life. This man was pure animalistic, primal, and sexual.

He continued to pump into her hard and fast. They heard giggles on the other side of the door and heard someone say, “oooh seems like this room is already occupied” and then there was silence. She couldn’t help but be mortified, she knew that as soon as this was done, she would have to walk out that door and face whoever was out there, because no doubt, word of the goings on in this room would be spreading like wildfire right now.

He must have sensed the change in her, because he released her mouth to wrap his fingers in her hair and pull, with his other hand he proceeded to place erotic slaps on her bare cheeks. The pure intenseness of this new act made her forget her troubles for the moment. She started pumping back against him, to match his rhythm. She heard him groan in pure male pleasure. This new sound from him made her a bit more bold. She wanted to take some control now.

All of a sudden she was brought back to reality when she heard a knock on her door. She realized then that her hand was under her blanket, and she was moving along with her memories. She blushed in embarrassment. She quietly rose from the couch to peek out the peep hole of her front door, she saw a delivery man standing there. She yelled out, “can I help you with something” the delivery man looked a bit confused but answered, “I have a delivery here for you.” She thought for a minute, then shook her head, it wouldn’t be anything from him. It would probably be for one of her kids. She quickly grabbed a robe and answered the door. He handed her the box, and had her sign for it.

As she shut and locked the door she saw the card. Oh my goodness she thought, it was from him. She put the package down and read the card.

“I am so sorry the most amazing experience of my life ended the way it did yesterday. I would never have put you in a situation like that intentionally. I can’t get you off my mind. My body heats to unbelievable levels when I think about what happened between us in that god awful little room. I can’t think of anything else but taking you over and over and over again. I don’t think I will ever be able to get you out of my system. Your smell, your taste, the feel of you. You are my drug, I am addicted to you. Please meet me tonight. I have included in your package a map of where I will be waiting for you. I need you.”

She felt herself getting hot all over again. Damn even words on paper from that man can turn her on. She hesitantly opened the package. Inside was the most beautiful arrangement of spring flowers she had ever seen. How did he know her favorite flower was a sunflower?

She sat back and thought to the party. They had been in that room for a couple hours of just pure primal copulation. They were both extremely worn out by the time they both had their full release. As they got dressed, he still placed soft kisses all over her face, neck, and shoulders. He actually kind of blushed when she held up her ruined panties.

After they were fully dressed, he pressed her up against the table again and gave her the most deep passionate kiss she had in a long time. He then said in a hushed tone, with a bit of shyness which was totally opposite of what just happened between them. “I have been wanting to do that since the day I hired you. You came into my office all nervous and shy, barely made eye contact with me. But you had some quick witty replies, and you had a ready smile and your eyes speak of an old soul. I must admit I couldn’t take my eyes off your full breasts when you sat down, and your juicy backside when you left. It took all my control not to ravage you for the passed couple months. I couldn’t wait any longer. I saw you come in here, and I took advantage.” He kissed her again, and then motioned to the door.

She quickly opened her eyes, not really wanting to remember what happened after the door to that copy room opened. She felt the unshed tears start to roll down her cheeks.

She placed the box with the flowers and the map onto the kitchen table, and returned to the couch. The unwanted image of the two sneering, twisted nasty faces came into her mind. The tall statuesque blonde bombshell of the office, and her sneering little cohort, he was a weaselly looking little man, that didn’t stand any taller then she did herself. The blonde was well-known around the office as Medusa. She would shoot looks that could turn anyone to stone, and if she wanted something (or someone) you better not stand in her way.

It just so happened that Medusa had been vying for the bosses attention for a couple years now, to no avail. She made it quite clear to everyone to keep hands off of him. Her little weasel companion would always keep a close eye on anyone trespassing on her territory, and report back to her. If she felt you were in direct violation of the rule, she would either make your work life a living hell, or somehow get you fired.

She remembered the way Medusa and Weasel had looked at the two of them when they finally emerged from the copy room. She must have looked a site, her hair would have been very tousled and her cheeks would have been bright red, and she knew she had nibble marks on her shoulders and neck. Medusa looked extremely surprised at first but quickly recovered to flash the most chilling, contemptible look she had ever seen. She followed with words full of venom. “Oh now I see, you prefer short fat pigs, to someone like me. I mean look at her, she must be at least 55 and 400 pounds, how did you even manage to take her on that little table?” The poison words kept falling from her mouth, until she couldn’t take any longer and slapped Medusa. She looked at him, and she saw pure rage on his face as he looked at Medusa. She wouldn’t or couldn’t stand there and take anymore of this. As she fled the office, she heard him calling to her, she also heard Medusa's evil laughter in the background and the words, “oh look, the little piggy can run.” In a booming voice she heard him yell “You are fired, take your vile poison somewhere else, and take you little weasel with you. Security will escort you out of the building.”

She didn’t stick around long enough to hear what Medusa was shrieking. All she had wanted to do was get home. She passed some of her colleagues; some had sympathetic looks on their faces, others were shaking their heads. She couldn’t go back there. Not in a million years.

She had flown into the house, collapsed on her bed and cried for hours. Her phone had rang off the hook last night, with calls from him. She didn’t listen to the several messages he left. She just couldn’t. Yet now with his message and the flowers, and it being a new day, she was a bit curious. She slowly walked over to her machine. There was 25 messages on the silly thing. She smiled a bit to herself. Well at least she knew he still liked her.

She pulled up a kitchen chair and sat beside the machine. She pressed play on the first message. His low voice sounded so angry, he told her how sorry he was, and that he had never intended for something like this to happen, and he fired the poisonous bitch. She frowned at how angry he sounded. The next few messages were along the same lines, asking for her forgiveness, and to please answer his calls. She made it to the last message, and this one took her breath away. He sounded so lost and sad. He mentioned about the package coming for her, and that he prayed she would meet him. He repeated that he was addicted to her, that he couldn’t forget her taste and smell, and how soft her body was. He needed to be buried deep inside her again and again. He ended the message with a plea to meet him.

She felt herself respond to the words he said about her taste and smell, and how he wanted to be in her again. She checked the time, and then the map. She was going to do it. She couldn’t deny how she reacted to him. How her body was even now craving his mouth on her. She quickly dressed and went to the meeting place.

To her surprise it was a very secluded beach spot. She never came to this area as it was known for being the rich side of town. She slowly walked onto the beach and noticed some light down a bit from where she was. She started heading in that direction.

She made it to the beautiful setup; there were beautiful lanterns, and a hug blanket, a picnic basket, and all the trimmings for a perfect date. The only thing missing was him. Where was he? Was this a trick? But just then the breeze shifted, and she caught a slight sandalwood, and frankincense smell. She shivered, he was there somewhere in the dark just out of the lantern view. She was so nervous. What was he doing, what was he going to do?

He finally whispered to her, “close your eyes for me” She hesitated a moment but did what he asked of her. She felt him come close to her, his hands slid down her bared arms, and across her back. He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He slowly kissed her ears and nibbled, her neck and bit with his sharp teeth. He slid his hand into her hair and gripped it tightly as his other hand slid around and gripped her already responding breast. He whispered with pure raw passion feeling, “You are my drug, you are my life line, you are mine.” She whimpered in agreement and succumbed to him once again.

THE END