Thursday- the ever-hated day of the staff meeting. Ugh! What an incessant hassle! Sitting in a room full of higher-ups to watch them all have a dick-waving contest has NEVER been my idea of "increased productivity!" Today however, it managed to serve as a pretty effective countdown timer.
"No, no. I don't need you here. It's just the stupid staff meeting. Go home and spend some time with your wife while she's off work," I conned my counterpart to enjoy a decent lunch for a change.
I teased him with the fact that I was now alone. My implication crystal-clear, I convinced him to sneak away for a little visit. While I waited, I even went so far as to set the stage by turning off the glaring overhead lights, leaving only the desk lights on to bathe the room in a soft glow.
The instant the door closed behind him, I strode across the room. Without pretext, I leaned in, invading his space, standing mere centimeters in front of him. I stretched my petite form to its full height of 4'11". After a few seconds charged with anticipation, he lowered his head to mine. Our lips met, softly at first, teasing almost. With a groan- mine or his? - the kiss deepened. Our tongues met in an incessant battle, each of us seeking to draw the other in.
His hands found my hips, then slid back to cup the softly rounded cheeks of my ass as he pulled me against him. Mine reached up to grip his firm arms in complete agreement. Then, without breaking the kiss, he walked me backward, not stopping until my stance was broken by the small round table halfway across the room. He lowered me gently down on the table, still devouring my own lips with his.
He broke off the kiss then, and leaned back away from me, though he still remained firmly ensconced between my parted thighs. His hands, freed from supporting my weight, began to explore. He found each of my breasts, kneading the soft globes through my clothes. Then he snatched my tee shirt free from the waistband of my pants to stroke the newly-bared flesh. His fingertips teased over every inch of the smooth skin of my belly, then slid higher to graze across the upper part of my breasts not covered by my bra. I could feel his piercing stare caressing my flesh almost as well as his touch as he looked down at me while he pushed the offending fabric upward, forcing my breasts to spill out from beneath it.
I sighed quietly when he lowered his head and his lips followed the same path of his hands. I felt my skin break out in goose flesh as his soft teasing kisses trailed upward from my belly button, along my side, finally stopping at the rosy peak adorning my right breast. I found his head with my hands then, arching my back as I pulled him to me, encouraging him to deepen his kiss. He obliged my silent request, closing his lips around the nipple before drawing it and the surrounding skin sharply between his teeth. I rewarded him with a gasp and tightened the hold my hands had on his head, further arching my back to meet his onslaught. He suckled deeply for a moment, then moved to the left breast to lavish it with the same savage attention.
He continued his path upward, trailing fiery kisses along my chest and up the side of my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me, grinding my hips against his hardness. My hands still on his head, I turned back into his kiss.
