Sexual Surprise

I felt his hand reach over and touch my thigh and I gasped a little, tingling inside and wanting nothing more than to leave the stuffy lunch we were having and go have wild sex in his room upstairs. I must have been flush because my boss looked over at me and asked if I was warm, and did I want to sit somewhere cooler? I'm sure I turned even redder because he noticed it; my face was burning and I could feel the heat going down my neck. I lied and made up a story about taking niacin at my doctor's request and how it made my skin flush at times. He nodded, but kept on looking at me as though my nose were growing.

The lunch was boring and the food mediocre. We had these lunches once a month to discuss the business and how things were working. Max, the man with the soft hands, one of which was still moving further up my thigh, was a new hire, so all conversation was focused on getting him up to speed. He was so beautiful– too beautiful to be an attorney and get into nasty arguments in the courtroom. No, he should be a male model, or a coach so he could put his hands all over me daily as he showed me how to get my butt even tighter, maybe for him.

I could feel the wetness building inside me and if his hand got near my panties, he would feel it and know how excited I was. He and I had been at odds since he came there, and why he was doing this today I had no idea, but my reactions were odd to me as well. I had no idea I was so attracted to him. Sure, he was something to look at, and every girl in the office had a crush on him, but I didn't like his cocky attitude and the way he would always act like he was in charge. After all, I had been working as an intern in that place for five years and I had the upper hand. He needed to step back.

I heard my boss say my name, Marci Kimball, but I was so caught up in the sensual way my body was responding to Max that I didn't reply. He said my name again, and then Max turned to me and said I needed to tell him about the McCallister case for court that afternoon. The McCallister case was mine, so why did I need to tell him about it? I guess I had been outed by Max, but what could I do but give him the information and tuck my tail between my legs.

I laid out the details of the traffic accident and the drunk and disorderly charges, the DUI, and the resisting arrest charge. Max stared at me intently with those deep, blue eyes that sparkled the entire time, as though it was the most important information in the world. At one point I remember sucking in my breath as his fingers began to pull back my panties and expose my bare pussy to him. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

My pussy lips trembled as he slid one thick finger between them, and then gently inserted it inside me. I could no longer speak, but smiled at him and asked if he needed any more information. He smiled that beautiful, sexy smile, and said no, he had everything he needed to know, and then pulled his finger from inside me and brought his hand to his mouth and seductively began to suck it. He told the others that he was being rude, but the food tasted so good he didn't want to waste any, even on his finger, and then turned and winked at me. His dark, wavy hair caressed his face and was a bit longer than the usual acceptable length, but somehow he had gotten away with it.

Before I knew what hit me, I blurted out that I had to go to a doctor's appointment, so if they would please excuse me, and then grabbed my purse and headed for the door, feeling all the piercing and questioning eyes watching me leave. My pussy was still throbbing from the way he had massaged it while I was trying to talk and yet I was angry that he had stopped so suddenly and then had the nerve to lick my cum off his finger and make excuses that they all bought. I was practically in tears when I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist, and there he was. He was smiling, acting as though he had no reason to be apologetic. I reared back to take a swing at him and as I did he grabbed my wrist and held it tightly while he gave me a deep, long kiss. His lips were soft and he tasted good. I didn't complain or fight when he led me over to his car and peeled out, but sat there numb, wanting more and yet hating him at the same time.

He ducked into a dark parking garage and went way up to the top where nobody else was parked. Then he turned off the engine, and began kissing me hard, this time as he reached inside my blouse and touched my nipple, pinching it lightly and making me feel those waves of extreme lust. I was ripping his shirt off as he undid his belt, and soon we were both naked in the back seat of the car, wrestling around, when he took charge. He held my hands above my head firmly, and told me I was never going to forget the next few hours. I went limp as he began sliding his thick fingers slowly into my hungry vagina. I lifted my hips and came all over his hand, and then he began doing it faster until I thought I would pass out. He shoved his big dick inside me, slowly at first, and then began a slow movement in his hips that made me scream because I was in such ecstasy. I was yelling,"Don't stop!" as I had the most amazing feeling of everything inside me turning loose, and I could feel the deep, penetrating waves as I came repeatedly, still hating him and loving him at the same time.

Hours passed, and he made love to me repeatedly, licking the cum from my pussy and legs, as he got me more and more excited. Then we heard a security guard's car coming and hurried to get dressed as they patrolled the garages regularly. We were back in the front seat by the time security found us, both sweaty and flush, but the security guy didn't cite us, he just told us to move on and discuss the lawsuit elsewhere.

I never saw Max again after that day, he quit the firm and moved to New York.