She sensed him approach behind her. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, goosebumps trickled down her arms and spine.
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He only came into the office every few weeks; never saying too much, just busy, lots on, working hard; she wasn't important enough for him to notice. Or so she thought.
He was tall, lean with an air of authority, which drew her eyes to him whenever he was there. After a few months, he started appearing more in the office to help cover a missing senior manager. He began asking her questions - just friendly, nothing untoward. His voice was soft with a lilting accent. His eyes caused her heart to beat just a little faster. One night, they both had to work late in the office. They starting taking, sharing stories, a little bit of flirting - nothing serious - just talking but that's when it began.
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She was immediately alert. What felt like an electric shock went down to her clit when he asked her to come into his office. She coyly looked behind her and smiled "of course."
Her heart was racing as she walked slowly in to his office. She knew he'd be there today so had chosen her outfit carefully; a black leather knee length skirt and white buttoned shirt; black leather stilettos elegantly tapped on the floor as she entered his office. She felt her black lace briefs starting to get wet as her pussy tingled in anticipation.
"Shut the door," he commanded in his soft voice and she diligently obeyed. Once the door was shut, his gentle office manner changed. He covered the distance between them in two quick strides and pushed her against the wall, putting his finger to her lips, "shush. I don't want you to make a sound," he whispered, as he grabbed both of her wrists and swept them above her head, gripping them tight so she couldn't move.