After I finished eating my lunch I took off my shoes, curled up on the couch, set the alarm on my phone and closed my eyes. I started reliving the sexy events on the train that morning and reveled in the way he touched me. I was jarred out of my bliss when a few minutes later I felt someone brush the hair off of my neck. I woke with a start, put my feet on the floor and looked up into the eyes of the gorgeous stranger from the train. At first I thought I was dreaming so I blinked a few times. I’m sure I looked silly. But there he was, in all of his gorgeous splendor.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Damn, his voice was so deep and sexy.
“Oh, that’s OK. I wasn’t sleeping. Um, what are you doing here?”
He gave me a wry smile and asked me what I was doing there.
“I work here. Well, I don’t actually work here, not yet anyway.” I saw him raise an eyebrow. “I’m an intern in the investment banking unit. Just taking a late lunch.” My throat was suddenly very dry. I took a sip of my water to quench my thirst but it didn’t help. This man had such an effect on me. I could feel my cheeks burning as he just looked at me. His dark eyes roamed slowly over my body stopping at the opening of my blouse. I was always careful not to dress seductively at work. I never unbuttoned more than one button and I never wore a skirt above my knee.
He tore his gaze away from my blouse and looked into my eyes. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since this morning. You smelled so good,” he murmured in his deep sexy voice. He reached out to brush the hair out of my wide eyes that were blinking at him uncontrollably.
Am I dreaming here? There is no way this is really happening.
I was suddenly very aware of the thumping of my heart. I hope he can’t sense what he is doing to me. I felt light-headed as I tried to think of something to say in response to him.
He pulled up a chair and was sitting directly in front of me. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call while holding my gaze the entire time. “I’m in the lounge and I don’t want to be disturbed for the next hour.” Immediately after he hung up the phone I heard the door automatically lock.
He obviously worked in the building. Who was this man?
He reached out to move my hair out of my eye and his fingers entwined in my hair, grabbing a fistful, and gently but forcefully pulled my head back. He leaned in to kiss me, his soft lips crushing mine. Our tongues eagerly sought each other out, wanting and needing. He slowly pulled away searching my eyes. His fingers slowly caressed my face and moved down my collar bone, down my arm to my hand that was sitting on my thigh. Oh, the way he touches me. My breathing quickened as I started to melt under his touch. Both hands then started a slow trail up my thighs and under my skirt and caressed my legs in a circular motion and came back down my thighs. They slowly went back up my thighs and under my skirt again only this time they went a little higher and I felt my h*ps inch forward to give him better access. I’m not stopping him, this feels too good. I felt his fingers caress my soft opening. Was that appreciation I saw when he felt I didn’t have on any panties? I felt like I was in a trance. I was letting him do whatever he wanted.
With both hands on my thighs he leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear with that deep masculine voice. He was all man. “Sarah, you’re so f**king sexy.”
I looked at him, wanting to grab him and pull him to me. He gave me a sexy smirk and cupped his hands around my ass cheeks. I lifted up slightly so that he could get a good feel and he gave my cheeks a squeeze before sliding his fingers around to my moist opening. I felt the fingers of his left hand graze my cl*t as his right hand moved up my stomach to my br**sts and started caressing my nipple in small circles through my shirt. My gasp was audible as waves of pleasure washed over me. My nails dug into the soft fabric of the couch as soft moans escaped my lips. At that moment I didn’t care that I didn’t know who this man was. All I cared about was how good this felt and that he knew how to touch me. I spread my legs a little wider to give him better access. His fingers glided over my cl*t again and then he started rubbing it faster while he leaned in to kiss my neck. I planted my hands on his shoulders and threw my head back exposing the delicate skin to his unyielding lips.
“Lie down on the couch.”
I did what he said without hesitation. Before I knew it he was on the couch, spreading my legs, hands under my ass. I saw his head dip between my legs and I felt his warm tongue lick between the folds my most sensitive place. I raked my hands through his hair and moaned uncontrollably. Then I felt his tongue probe inside my tender opening. I was writhing with pleasure as he reached up to pinch my nipple through my blouse. I felt his tongue glide up to my cl*t repeatedly assaulting it. I could feel my orgasm building and I was helpless to stop it.
He let out a soft hum against my nub and the vibrations permeated through me and were the catalyst for my body’s reckless abandon. My fingers dug into his head as I let out a loud cry and started to shake. After a few seconds I finally stopped shuddering and fell limp against the couch. After a few seconds I tried to pull him toward me because I desperately needed to be filled. He gently pulled back.
“Soon.” It was a promise I hoped he would keep.
From my purse, my cell phone alarm startled me and I was suddenly aware of how exposed I was. Shame began to wash over me as the realization of what had just happened hit me. What was wrong with me? I had let him do this again. He sat up looking at me with those smoldering eyes as I fumbled around trying to muster up some decorum as I straightened my clothes and my hair.
“Um, I have to get back to work. My lunch hour is over.” My voice was small and slightly shaky. I stood up and slung my purse over my shoulder. I could barely look him in the eye as I walked toward the door. What now? I had no idea what I should say. And he was no help. He just sat there looking at me with a satisfied smirk on his face and let me walk right out of the room.
I was mortified and went straight to the restroom to freshen up. Part of me wanted to go crawl and hide but the other part of me enjoyed my encounters with the handsome stranger. I got lost in what had just happened as I thought about his hands on me, his tongue and his probing fingers. I snapped out of my reverie when I saw what time it was and headed back to my desk. I was a bit paranoid that everyone on my floor would know what I had done because I was a little bit late going back to my desk, but no one seemed to pay attention to me as I walked down the hall. I threw myself into work to keep my lustful thoughts at bay, at least for a little while.