I am in the bar down the street from your office. You a not a super regular here, but every so often you go there, interrupting your commute from office to apartment by ducking into this watering hole for a quick drink or the diversion of pleasant conversation. I wait here, having gotten there well before you, it is cool in the darkness of the bar as I watch the groups come and go. I see you enter, but you are not alone. I see the react of some of the men at the bar to your entrance. You consider yourself good looking and, judging by the attention frequented upon you by the other men, you are right. (My reaction is more pointed and growing by the minute.) Usually you ignore the advances thrown your way but you are on edge tonight. We have…plans. I see you, Dreamer, at the bar with two other women, drinking and easing away the stress of the work of the day. You hear me order from the barkeep. The sound of my voice pushed you into arousal. Was Bob really here? You scan the bar, but can’t place the voice. Your drink arrives and you return to your co-workers. I nurse my drink while my eyes scanned the dimness of the bar. I watch you. I see you standing by a corner table in conversation with two women seated there. Your two co-workers, I surmise. With your back to me it was impossible to make out many details. So I take in your figure with my eyes. I shift to the next stool so I see all of you. My gaze tracked up the length of your legs to where your thighs disappeared under the hem of your thigh-length skirt. It lingered on the tight, black cloth molded over the roundness of your ass. Your tasty delectable cheeks, how they lick my mouth on them. Dreamer, I wonder which panties and bra are under your dress tonight. You shift slightly to the side, and the profile of your magnificent breasts comes into view. I smile. My mouth waters just thinking of their softness and their reaction to my kisses. Your hair cascades downward, contrasting sharply with the silky scarf draped around your throat and the tan of your exposed shoulders. You have to like summer fashions, they are so...exposing. Just seeing you, Dreamer, I feel my need for you rising up. I felt my balls tighten with anticipation. Your head looks up over your shoulder, as if feeling my gaze upon you. You search the bar, but don’t see me (yet). Pivoting smoothly you turn and angle your face toward me as you sought the source of the unseen, sexual energy. Then our eyes lock. The inaudible click of your gaze meeting mine stopped all noise except the hammering pulse of your heart. I hold my breath and smile. With a quick flick of my wrist, I downed my drink then tilted my head in the direction of the door leading out to the night. Your return nod was almost imperceptible. I stepped to the exit as you quickly made an excuse to your girlfriends and headed for the door. The front of my pants bulged noticeably as I opened the door into the dusky light. You passed in front of me and the others by the doorway and quickly walked out into the night. It looks like you left alone, but I follow a few yards back. Exiting the bar, you turn towards your office building one block away. Urged on by the growing fire in your loins and your hard nipples growing under your bra, you walk hurriedly through the gathering darkness. Behind you, you could hear the clack of my impatient heels matching your pace. You reach the front door of the office building. You reached into your purse and removed the key pass that allowed you after-hours entry to the building. I close the distance between us as you run the card through the reader and opened the door. You step in and you felt the door behind you taken by another hand before it closed and we entered the lobby. It is dimly lit in the evening with all the other workers gone in a compromise between vision and economy. We stride toward an open elevator, the marble floor and concrete walls of the lobby echoing the sharp reports of my pursuit. The night guard is missing from his post, as good sign, perhaps? You don’t want to have to sign me in anyway. As you entered the elevator, you turn to the side waiting for me to enter. You press the button that closed the doors and send the elevator up to your office floor. I turn to you and step into your arms. I tell you how much I want you, Dreamer, as I grasp your scarf and use it to pull you to me. Our mouths melt into each other. Probing tongues met in a lust driven frenzy. Your fingernails rake the front of my bulging erection and sought the zipper imprisoning the object of your desire. The zipper opens and my cock springs out. You grip its firmness and squeeze. It is ready. I push your willing head to my cock. I slide your scarf off of your neck into my hands as you ease down to your knees and take my rock hard, rigid, and hot cock between your lips. The heat of your mouth knocks me back to the wall of the elevator, makes me drop the scarf and almost loose my mind. WOW, I love it when you suck me… I caress your hair, and use it to hold your head as my cock slides in and out of your exquisite mouth. Your tongue swirls and twists under the shaft sliding in and out of your puckered lips. My cock plunges deep into your throat, just the way you like it. My hips pull and buck by reflex, urged on by your skilled tongue, flicking and licking. You taste a drop of salty pre-cum (rare for me to have any ‘pre’ anything..) and stoke my shaft with one hand while the other slips behind my cock and tugs at my balls. My balls tighten as I near orgasm. Not so fast, you think. You stopped fluttering your tongue. You grasp the base of my cock on the outside with your hand and pinch down to keep me from cumming. (just in time…) You want me to fuck you before I spurt out my first cum. The elevator bell rings (damn, too soon!). We rush to straighten up, not knowing if the security guard might be on the other side of the door as it opens. I pull my slick cock from your mouth, but in my haste, left my pants unzipped. You quickly stand just as the elevator halts its rise. The elevator doors opened, there was no one there, it was after hours wasn’t it, and we went down the hall toward your office door. All is dark inside, as you expected. You have been day-dreaming of this for weeks, of me being alone with you in your office. As I survey the office, I see that you have less privacy than I imagined. It is amazing you have been able to read my other stories at your desk.. (everyne could watch you squirming in your chair.) I understand now why you had to go to the ladies room to… ah…fully appreciate… our previous missives. At first, you turn on the lights as you always do when you come in the office, then think better of it, and turn them off again. “In the dark,” you say, “I want you in the dark.” There is a faint glow of lights from outside the windows and we can barely see each other at first. Once through the office door, you spin me around to face you and press my back against the reception desk. I answer your passion as our bodies melt together. But this is not the exact place you want, is it Dreamer? I ask you which desk is yours and which is the one behind yours, the one you told me about. You point off to the side, and I take your hand, lead you to it, push the chair to the side, and lift you up on the desk behind yours. Right there behind your chair. The unused desk that is about to get a real purpose. OMG, this is really happening, you are thinking. Until now, you had only imagined lying on it while my cock sang to your pussy, and now it was about to happen. Sliding my hands under your dress, I grasp the sides of her panties and pulled…they pulled back. I grip your black mesh thong as it kept me from your sex. It is wet in my hand, you are wet already Dreamer. You can feel your juices flowing. I want the panties out of the way and I can’t wait. The fabric parted easily as I tear them from your body. The heat of your sex is now free to feel the heat of mine. I step close between your legs as they dangle off the edge of the desk. You pull me closer as you kick off your shoes. I reach behind you and un-do the zipper on the back of your dress and pull it down to your waist, exposing your breasts encased in the sheer purple bra. I can see your nipples already standing under it. I unclasp the front clasp and set you free. We are moving fast now. “Kiss me,” you say, as you pull my head down to your waiting breasts. “I want you right here, right now.” Your thong dropped, forgotten, you help me pull your dress down the rest of the way. Wearing only your heels, you perch on the desk. You look so delicious, Dreamer. My fevered gaze takes in and lingers on every part of your naked body. My cock juts out. We shift our attention to stripping off my clothes. In moments, my pants are off. You pull at my shirt, but it resists, you pull the front buttons apart and we leave it halfway down my back, forgotten and we eagerly embrace. So fierce is our need. I must have you now… and you must have me now. My hands slid under your thighs as you are perched on the edge of the desk. Your legs are shaved smooth and I run my hands over then, smiling at you. You feel so wonderful, Dreamer. I then spread your legs open to completely reveal your pussy to me. I am always excited when I see you. Your pussy lay open, inviting, and wet with lust. The outer lips extended a bit…ready for what’s coming. Your hands around my neck and mine on your breasts. I can smell your desire. I slide my hands down your stomach and out to you’re his and you reach down for me. You grasp my cock and pull me into you. You reach around to my back and pull my toward you. The insistent press of your hands on my ass tells me that you wanted to be fucked and fucked right now. I hold your knees and rested your calves on my forearms, lifting your legs, as I plunge into your pussy. Moans rip from your throat with each stroke. Your pull at my shoulders, urging me on. Deeply plunging, my cock blasts in. Again.. Again.. Again. My hips loudly slap against you. You grab my shoulders and lean back and push your hips forward to meet my thrusts and drive me further inside of you. I am in you now, Dreamer, and the feeling is overwhelming. Feel my thickness inside you now..pushing…pulling…sliding…stretching… You throw your head back, lost in the building heat. “Fuck me Bob, Fuck… me… harder...oh…oh…oh…ohhhhh” Each stroke pounds out the words. Waves of pleasure wash over you, through you, obliterating everything but your coming explosion. Hot juice from your pussy oozes out and coats my hot cock slamming and banging into you. Every thrust pushes me toward an explosive climax. I groan as the tightness from deep inside my balls pushed through my cock as spurting jets of hot cum filled your pussy deep inside. Dreamer, can you feel me cumming now? My pulsating cock sends you over the top and you sugar walls start rippling in orgasm. Heat pulses from your pussy as you pull my ass in and hold it as your body shudders and you cum with me. Sweat poured off of our heated bodies. Your legs shake with the sheer force of your release. Panting from our exertions, I step back as my cum dribbles down your nether lips. Your smoldering eyes stare up at me. Our juices are fresh inside you, and I must taste them…taste us … now… I drop to my knees and slide you right to the edge of the desk so your freshly stroked pussy is directly in front of my face. I pull your chair over and sit on it. My head is perfectly placed. You put your hands on my head and pull me into you. I place two fingers into your pussy and coat them with our mingled juices. Your pussy is still buzzing. My fingers slide from the inside of your pussy to the tight pucker of your ass. I press them against your cheeks and find your tight rear hole and began a gentle circular motion around it. Then my mouth engulfs your wet sex and licks and sucks our juices. Your legs tighten on my neck. I hear you moaning…you re really are enjoying this…With my mouth on your buzzing pussy and my fingers in your backside, your hips respond, pressing hard against my fingertips. I work both digits into your ass using a gentle pressing-stretching motion. Not sure how far or hard to push, only that your are responding with pleasure. I am so glad you like my touch this way Dreamer. You squeal and giggle and whisper….more….more, please. I feel the muscles inside you grab my fingers. I felt your ass tighten as I work my fingers carefully back and forth. My mouth is busy in your pussy, and it feels like it is on FIRE. I lick and swallow, (you shiver) lick and swallow (you moan), and lick and swallow even more… all of our juices. You lay back on the desk, oblivious to its smooth wooden hardness. With my head buried between your legs, you put your hands on your breasts, your nipples are already red and large, you tweak them hard. Your clit is sending shocks through your body. You are lost in waves of pleasure. “OMG, Bob I can’t take much more of this.” But you will. You taste so good. So hot… I begin to kiss and lick the inside of your thighs. My tongue caresses the soft flesh of your mound. In ever tightening circles, I flick closer and closer to your screaming clit! I paused then quickly flick the tip of my tongue right on your hard clit. You literally bounce at my touch there! WOW. Do it again. And I do it again…and again,.and again…You yelp with trembling pleasure. My tongue leaves your swollen clit and circles your labia, sucking on the dark soft lips, biting them softly and wrenching a moan from deep in your throat. We are in no hurry. This wave of pleasure is so good. “Bob, keep licking me…sucking me… more..please more…” Dreamer, your voice urges me on. You moan as you writhe in pleasure. I move my mouth back to your clit. As my lips gently kiss the hard button, my tongue flicks out, sending fresh shivers through your body. It sends you over the top and your orgasm hits you like a lightening bolt. Your legs stiffened and clenched my head as you scream!!!!… My mouth was unrelenting. I slide my hungry mouth to engulf and suck on your entire pussy. Pulling on it…I pull on your out lips, then swish inside with my tongue, then back again lighter…harder…lighter…harder… You are riding wave after wave as you continue to cum. Your pussy fills with cream as you sugar walls drip their joy into my mouth. I taste you in all your glory. Your juices are hot, slick, exotic, and your taste makes me wild with desire for you. Mindlessly you grab my hair, pulling my face tighter against your aching, sensitive, and now very hot pussy. You grind her pussy against my face, my tongue buried deep inside of you lapping at your soft, deep, inner flesh. I draw my flattened tongue against the entire length of your nether lips, savoring every inch of you. You are so sensitive. Dreamer, can you feel it tingling right now? Finally, I wrap my lips around the hard little nub, your clit, I can feel it there between my soft lips, I suck it gently into my mouth. Your body shakes again as your orgasm continues to hammer away at you. Your hips move so fast, my mouth slides all over. You have coated my face with your hot, thick love honey. In all the excitement, my cock is hardening again. I gently turn you over and lay you stomach down on the desk, your legs dangling, not touching the floor. I pull your hips off the edge a bit and pull your thighs up and open. What a beautiful, succulent ass you have, Dreamer.You grab the far edge of the desk as I slide my cock into you. My hips nestle into the backs of your thighs. My hands are holding your hips, pulling you into me, and me into you. When you feel the silken head of my cock against your pussy, you let out a low moan, “yes, Bob, pump me hard, baby. Shoot your cum in me. I need to feel you cum in me”. And I intend to do just that. I push in…there is no resistance in your slickness and then I slowly and smoothly began to rock my hips back and forth. Gently, but with increasing urgency, I slide in and out. You feel so hot, so slick, I love it, the feel of being inside you. Can you feel me sliding in you now., Dreamer? It feels wonderful. Your eyes close, you hold on to the desk and match my rhythm. “Don’t wait,” you say, “I want all of you, hurry, I need you.” I can feel my climax approaching. I pull faster and faster, we can hear the slapping of my cock into your pussy as I go higher and higher. I can’t hold back. It is too much…too much for me now. My legs start to shudder and I almost fall, but I pull on you hips and hang on as my cock starts is spurting and cumming. “Yes….it’s there now…I’m cumming now…NOW…Dreamer…NOW…Aaagggghhhhhh,” I yell. I put my hands up on your shoulders and pull my cock tight in you as my pulsating cock cums in you. Can you feel it cumming in you now? There it is.(my cock is straining and pulsating right now as I write this. It so wants to cum now… I need to explode now…)I collapse onto you and slowly massage your back as my cumming subsides. “That was…wonderful, Dreamer,” I pant, trying to regain my breath. You are hot and slick inside. I reach around to see how drenched the rest of your pussy is, and I ease my fingers into your wet lips, coating my fingers. We are done. WOW, are we done. Exhausted, I need to help you to sit up. You lean against me, your breasts pushing into my chest, your skin glistening with sweat and I gently rub your trembling body. Eventually, we dress as we know we both have other places to be. Together we straighten the chairs then leave the office. As we walk down the hall, you pause for a moment in front of the ladies room… Not yet, you thought. Next time we’ll fuck in there. (a story for you to write, no doubt) In that same stall you use when you masturbate to my letters and stories. Then you won’t have to imagine me standing over you in there, or having me seated below you as you sink slowly onto my cock. It’ll be real. We continue to the elevator. You remember your scarf, dropped in the heat of their earlier passion, but could not find it. We leave the elevator, nodding at the guard and walk through the lobby, and into the darkness outside. We embrace and share a slow long kiss, and I say “nice desk you have there,” then I head off to my car and my long drive that is my next business trip. While you return to the bar where your friends waited. I can only imagine what you told them. Back in your building, the security guard entered the office on his final check. He carried the scarf he had found next to the elevator on your floor. The scent of sex assailed him, our scent. Somebody had been here recently. Very recently he mused as he picked up the still wet thong and put it in his pocket. He probably would have interrupted us if he had not started his rounds from the other end of the building. He glanced at the dim red light of the security camera covering the desks of your offices as he closed the door and headed down to watch the tape. “God, How I love this job.” He mused.
