There is history between them. Fate keeps them apart. Fate has its reasons. Yet on occasion their attraction is undeniable. Neither of them can control what they want from each other. He knows that she lets him breathe, and she knows that he grants her release. Their lives go on like any other but in the background they can hear it. Like rain falling outside, quietly calling them.
She finds herself checking off the last of the million things she had to take care of to be free today. Usually life provides a million and one things and that almost always derails any attempt to see him. Today it’s different. Because she is proactive she angles for what could come up so that it does not. Which brings her to being away from work and driving.
It’s long because they live far from each other, she drives against traffic which grants her a certain level of peace as she makes her way toward him for breakfast. Her mind races, thinking of everything but him. He is distracting, and there is much to to be mindful of when taking time from her work. It is a job that is gratifying to her and warrants great responsibility; it is important to her. He is also important but in a different way. He represents the idea that there is goodness and happiness tailored for each and everyone. You just need to have the eyes for it and she knew the moment she saw him. A smile slightly dances across her lips as she remembers.
While going over the last real message he sent her she smiles again. She thinks to herself ‘walk in the office, say not a word. Turn around and lock the door. Remove my bra. Keep my blouse on. Walk over to him, give him a kiss and sit on his desk. Then I present him with breakfast. Yeah he’s crazy’. She smiles even more. They have been attracted to each other since the day they met. On rare occasions fate gives them a break and grants them parole from their lives, even if it’s only for one moment. She is coming.
He sits at his desk in his office. Trying to focus on work but he is not as proficient as she. He has not stayed in communication with her since she confirmed she could make it. Almost like a sweet buzz in the air he has patiently waited for another meeting with her. There is a fire that burns for her, it lays in wait. Complains only when she cannot come to him fast enough. Focus, he has to finish work before she arrives, he wants no delays or distractions. He is good at what he does and he has plans for her. Like a deep sea diver finally coming up for air. With his lungs on fire he remains patient. He sees the light and she’s coming like the dawn.
There was a time that seemed only like yesterday when they saw each other a lot but things, life, was not making it easy for them then. And where life has eased up a bit they still have, complications. Yet the magnetism remains and it is persistent. He plans to drink her in like a fine wine. Taste of her spirits and savor her ingredients. To himself, he has decided that he has not done this enough. To taste of her soul, to have her finish on his pallet. This needs to happen more and when it does, patience must prevail to truly enjoy that level of sweetness.
His productivity has slowed to a crawl and he has given up on work. Now his focus is on his desk. Where she will sit, where she will be. She was instructed to be pantiless and bra less. ‘Will she be moist?’ He thinks to himself. ‘Good question.’ He removes all papers from his desk. He removes anything that may hurt her should she want to lay back or engage the desk in any way. He wants her splayed out on his desk as though she were a calendar. He will count the days, weeks and months until she begged him to stop. He smiles, sits back and waits as she arrives.
She parks her van, takes a moment to be calm. She tries to play it cool around him, where normally she is a pit-bull against the world. Strong and rough to the layman simply passing by, but to look deeper she is soft and in need of love, he loves this about her. She is wearing a dark colored loose fitting dress. She has left her panties at home per his request. A dark color was a must because there was no telling how wet she was going to be before or after. She smiles again as she exits the van. Her stature is very short next to his. Very curvy, curly hair shoulder length and busty. She is a Latin woman of many men’s dreams, but he calls her the best kept secret.
He sees her before she can see him. The office has two large window panes for the office front. They are mirrored. You can see out but you cannot see in. He has the window blinds drawn. He waits for her. She looks at the door number to make sure it’s correct and walks in. She smiles again as soon as she sees him.
He says nothing, she says nothing, but the silence is deafening. ‘Is there anyone else here?’ Is what she tries to ask but he signals her to be quiet with a finger to his lips. He says in a low voice, “turn off the light”. As she hits the light switch to off she notices that the office is still greatly illuminated. She looks back and sees that the windows although obstructed from the outside looked crystal clear from the inside. With a small motion of his hand he calls for her. She is about to take one step forward and stops. Next to her is another desk and she lays her purse there. She looks at him, and reaches behind her to undo her bra. She removes it through her sleeves and places it next to her purse. Her blouse is made of a light satin material. Her breasts sway a bit at the granted freedom. Her nipples stand out from the smooth comfort of that satin. They are at attention in anticipation, hard almost to the point of discomfort.
His mouth waters at her proximity but he tries to stay cool. He sees that her nipples are speaking and his crotch is getting tighter. She walks to him, slowly, stands in front of him. He looks up at her and stands to look down at her, they kiss. With the air stolen from her he nudges her to sit in his desk. She does. He looks up at her as he sits down. He runs his hand up her leg and smiles. She shaved and it is smooth like a porcelain goddess. With a gentle grip to the back of her legs he places her legs and feet to rest on the arm rest of his chair. Their eyes connect and he smiles as he reaches under her dress. With the middle of his fingers he runs them across her lips. His fingers are quickly covered in her wetness. He rubs her again and she slightly moves to his strumming. He marvels at this beauty, how the satin form fits her breasts, how her breathing has increased, how wet she is in his hands, how wet she will be in his mouth. He raises her dress.
She looks at him. She promises herself to not be the first to look away no matter what he does. The struggle is real. His hands are warm and soft, strong and wandering. Her heart rate is starting to pick up. She is wet, ‘I’m practically dripping.’ Runs across her mind. Her eyes flutter, his touch is intoxicating. Her dress comes up over her knees, and slid down towards her thighs unassisted. She is completely shaven. He leans in closer and slides his hands under her blouse to grip her breasts, nipples first. Her breath quickens. He’s still looking at her and she’s struggles to not close her eyes. She can feels his breath on her lips. He asks her, “why has it taken so long for you to come back to me?” Her eyes close as she feels every syllable, every enunciation, each punctuation on her clit without him touching it. It is maddening. He asks again but she never really paid attention the first time he asked, and again the sensation floods her faculties. She arches her lips so that contact is made and he denies the contact until she answers. She tries to reply, ‘my job, you know that the...’ and before she can finish the sentence he sucks in her lips into his. It feels as though he has consumed her clit. The suction makes it worse. She smiles, she can feel his head between her thighs, he shaved today, it’s very smooth. A figure to her left moves and she snaps over to look and it’s someone walking outside the window. She gets a chill and a shot of adrenaline and quickly realizes that they cannot see her. It’s electrifying. ‘Slow down your breathing, don’t finish, just wait.’ Her thoughts flood her mind. ‘This feels so good.’ He tilts his head sideways and with continuous suction runs his lips across hers like a harmonica with his tongue on her clit, her heart rate quickens once more. She utters, “fuck”, and her abdomen contracts. She lays back and says ‘“wait, I’m cumming.” He stops, the world stops spinning.
He looks at her. He does not want her to finish. ‘No, not yet.‘ he thinks to himself. His hands find their way back to her breasts. He slides her blouse up so that they are now exposed. Her nipples are as hard as diamonds. She looks to her left and sees another person standing not 20 feet away from her laying on this table and they cannot see her. She thinks to herself, ‘this is crazy.’ In that instant she feels one of his large fingers slide deep inside. She almost cums from the sensation. It’s building inside of her, she doesn’t know how much longer she will last.
He pulls her clit into his mouth with only the slightest suction. There he applies pressure and begins the torture. He creates a separation between his tongue and the tip of her clit while maintaining the suction. The pressure continues but there is no friction. It feels like a sensation is being pulled straight out of her. He then connects with his tongue, then the separation. Again, over and over. She realizes that her clit is becoming swollen from the suction and it’s increasing the sensation. It’s building even more. Her breathing is rapid and she losing control. She raises her elbow and elevates her body to look at him. It’s a plea to finish her and to never let it end. His hands go from her breasts and nipples to her wrists. He pulls her hands towards him and her entire body, her pussy, presses even more firmly against his mouth. And with a deep inhale of air, she exhales and her body begins to contract. Her torso and clit contract and his lips are firmly suctioned on to her and she is lost to her senses. The grip on her wrist loosens and he starts to lightly rub her breasts and nipples. Her body is not finished contracting. He loosens the grip his lips have on hers. Just like that it’s over. She smiles, and sits up. She can feel herself all over the table. He smiles, slightly pinches her nipples and pulls her breasts towards him, and she leans forward. He kisses her, smiles and says, “let’s go have breakfast”.
The end.
~Ivory
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