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The Office Meeting...

See you at the meeting!

By Reaux TinkleflowerPublished 6 years ago 10 min read
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I always see her in the cafeteria. She eats the same thing everyday: a salad and a water. We make eye contact and smile at each other as she takes her tray to leave with her lonely salad and water. This happens every day.

The Meeting:

I head to my afternoon meeting. Boring. She’s attending the same meeting and the only open seat left is next to her. She glances up at me and smiles again as I move the chair to sit down. This time it is a smile of recognition. “From the cafeteria…” she says. I smile acknowledging her recognition of me and sit down.

The meeting starts, and the VP starts his usual “cheerleading” monologue.

“I always say: the machine cannot function if everyone is not doing their part. You all are the engine that is keeping this 18-wheeler blasting down the highway! Without the engine, the company would never…"

Blah, blah blah…

I can’t pay attention. I never do when he is shaking his pom poms. I’m usually thinking about how much these meeting are such time wasters, but today’s distraction is different. Sitting next to her has all my thoughts in complete disarray. I’m so attracted to her. I excuse myself to go to the restroom; I need a moment to collect myself. I could feel the arousal begin to take over my entire being.

The Restroom:

I hear the door to the restroom open as I am leaning against the sink… it’s her. We make eye contact, but this time it’s different. She has the look of want in her eyes.

She approaches me without taking her eyes off mine. In one smooth movement, she lifts my skirt, moves my panties to the side, and begins to softly massage my clit. When she feels my wetness, she inserts two fingers into my kitty, and I moan a sigh of ecstasy. She slowly removes her fingers and brings them to my mouth; never releasing her powerful gaze.

“Open your mouth,” she says firmly, and I do as I’m told.

I open my mouth and taste the sweet and salty juices of my softness. Once I have cleaned her fingers to her satisfaction, she inserts them back inside of me, slowly fucking me. In, out, in, out, in, and out… I quietly moan as she unbuttons my shirt; slightly pinching and rolling my nipple between her thumb and index finger causing me to whimper in ecstasy.

In a moment of clarity, I think to myself, “God, please don’t let anyone come in here…”

I release my pent up sexual energy that had been rapidly building from a variety of emotions: arousal, excitement, pleasure, nervousness, and more pleasure…

With her fingers still in my kitty, she continues to maintain our electrifying eye contact as I attempt to get my breathing under control. When it returns to normal, she pulls down my skirt, buttons my blouse, and with a mischievous smile says, “I’ll see you back in the meeting,” and then walks out of the door.

I realize that I have been daydreaming about her. It felt so real. I look around to see if anyone is looking at me strangely. Nope, everything is OK. *SIGH…* I look to see if she is still sitting next to me… she’s there. It was only a dream…

As I relax with the thought that it was a daydream, she looks at me with that electric eye contact and smiles. She writes a small note on my pad that says, “See you at the next meeting.”

After the Meeting:

When I return to my office, I can’t help but to think why she wrote that on my notepad. Thousands of thoughts zipped through my head…

“Maybe she’ll be at the next meeting…”

“Did she think I was asleep? Not paying attention?”

“Did she feel me staring at her?”

“What did she mean?!”

I figured that I couldn’t spend the rest of my day thinking about what she meant with a pile of work that needed to be completed before I left for day, so I decided to get to work. An hour or so into my long list of tasks that needed to be completed, I had forgotten all about her, until…

“Hey! Since we see each other in the cafeteria everyday AND are now in the same meetings, I figured that makes us office friends! I’m going to take a walk to get a coffee. I need a break. You wanna come with?”

It was her. She was standing in my office doorway.

“Ummmm, sure. I could go for a break.”

On the way to the local coffee shop, we talked about the usual: office politics, how much we were so over that “cheerleading speech” from the VP, how much work we were doing for little pay, blah, blah, blah. However, I couldn’t help but notice that she had that same captivating gaze that she had in the daydream. I thought that maybe I was imagining it, but each time I looked away and looked back at her, she never took her eyes off me. It was as if she knew about my daydream and was purposefully creating this tense sexual energy between us.

At the coffee shop, she placed her order and asked me would I like something; she was buying.

“No thank you, but thanks for asking. I’m just along for the ride.” *SMILE*

She laughs. “I like that innuendo.”

My smile slightly drops, and I look away in embarrassment. That is not what I meant.

When I look back her way, I notice that she is still looking at me. She holds her entrancing gaze a second too long and for a moment, I’m uncomfortable—sexually uncomfortable.

Her coffee arrives; she takes a sip. In slow motion, I watch her as she drinks, closing her eyes to savor the taste, the liquid moving down her throat as he swallows, each little detail of her enjoying her drink magnified by a thousand. She realizes that I am staring at her and looks at me. I’m caught, damn.

With a slight edge of sexual energy on the tip of her tongue, she says “I think we should head back…”

I smile. “Yeah, we probably should. I’m sure someone is looking for us by now.”

Back at the Office:

Before I head back to my office, I realize that I need to use the restroom.

“I’ll wait for you… I’m not in a rush to go back to that mound of crap on my desk,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll be right out.”

As I enter the stall, I think about my daydream from earlier. I pull my panties down and realize that I’m already wet with arousal.

“C’mon,” I tell myself. “Hold it together until you get home. It was a dream.”

When I exit the restroom, she is patiently standing there waiting. “Okay, back to this crap,” I say. “Thanks for the break.” And, once again with that gaze that latches onto my soul, she says with a smile “You’re welcome! I’ll walk you to your office since mine is in that direction.”

When we reach my office door, I turn around to thank her once again for the much-needed break. However, she proceeds to enter and sit in one of my chairs facing my desk. I sit down at my desk facing her wondering why she isn’t returning to her office.

“I asked you to walk with me because I need to talk to you,” she says.

“Okay?”

Before she speaks, she gets up to lock my office door, and begins to close my office blinds. I’m wondering what private conversation she needs to have with me that we couldn’t have while we were out of the office. I’m super nervous; my hands are sweating.

As she walks toward me with that soul snatching gaze, she states very matter of factly, “I want to taste you right now.” I know I heard her correctly, but I wanted to make sure, so I ask her to repeat the statement again.

In a whisper, I say, “What did you say?”

Moving my chair from my desk, she states it again… this time with authority. “I said I want to taste you… now.”

Every cell in my body is experiencing a range of emotions: arousal, want, desire, fear…

“I don’t think…”

“Shhhh… if you’re quiet, no one will know. I’ve been watching you, and I know you want this as badly as I want you.”

She wasn’t lying; I just didn’t think my office was the place to have a nooner with a coworker… But I couldn’t deny the attraction, I couldn’t deny the increased wetness as she stroked my kitty with her hand, I could deny the hole of pleasure that I was rapidly falling into…

I felt her quickly push my legs open and her tongue lick my kitty like she was licking an ice cream cone. She licked it liked she loved it; like it was a hot summer day and each lick was providing her with some relief from the dogged summer sun. I began to moan softly as she began to insert her tongue into my kitty while using her finger to gently rub my clit, tongue fucking and rubbing simultaneously. The pleasure intensifying with each movement of her tongue and finger…

I moan louder.

“Shhhh… I told you to be quiet,” she says sternly. “I’m going to make you cum, but you need to do as I say and be quiet.”

I nod yes as she continues to please me. I can’t believe that she is eating my kitty in my office… but I don’t want her to stop. I can feel my body start to tense as the pleasure begins to build. Finally, I release. As waves and waves of intense sexual energy leave my body, I moan a satisfied, “yes.”

I look at her in awe…

She looks at me with that electrifying gaze, “Mmmmm… that tasted great!”

I don’t know how to respond. I’m still in awe and still on an orgasm high. She takes a few tissues from my desk and begins to wipe my kitty. “I always clean my plate.” *WINK*

I don’t know what to say. Just twenty minutes ago we were walking to get coffee and now she’s gently wiping my kitty clean. My head is swirling; I’m trying to collect my thoughts which, at this moment is difficult to do. As she helps me dress, she says, “I sent you a calendar invite. Accept it. This is not a request.”

I didn’t notice a calendar invite earlier, but I nod yes as I still have no words to say.

Once I’m dressed, she kisses me on the forehead, opens my office door, and says in the doorway, “Those numbers look great! Let’s revisit this at our next meeting!” She turns and walks away…

Still in shock about what just occurred, I immediately check my calendar. All of my work meeting are highlighted blue, however, I noticed that there was a meeting scheduled on it that was highlighted in pink. The meeting was titled “Break” and was scheduled for every Friday at 3 PM. I accepted the invite since it wasn’t a request.

As sit at my desk with my mind drowning in thoughts of sexual pleasure, my office phone rings.

“Hello?” I whisper.

“Good job for accepting the invite. I’ll see you next Friday. This is not optional.”

“Ummmm… OK. Wait? What about work? Won’t people realize that we are spending a lot of time together? You know how office politics work…”

“I meant what I said,” she said definitively. “See you at the next meeting,” and hung up.

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Reaux Tinkleflower

Hi! I am blogger who writes about female sex and sexuality! (Yes, I LOVE sex!) My posts usually run the gamut from oral sex to sexual health. If you would like more info, please visit my blog at www.pussycatchats.com.

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