He'd been thinking about her all morning, he papers in front of him going unseen. The worst part wasn't the fact that she was unattainable; instead it came when a phone call not only interrupted him, but called him away from his desk. He grabbed his jacket quickly, wondering why now, of all times, his erection was not disappearing.
He was thankful for the first time that his coat covered his ass, for it meant covering the large, and clearly visible, bulge in the front of his pants as well. Thinking about her and the way he wanted to ravage her body had him as hard and straight as a 2 inch thick steel rod. His snug pants were showing every part of his package, including his sack. He only wished that if he was going to be seen, it would be by her. Maybe he should stop by her desk to see if she would help him with his problem. Unfortunately it was just too ridiculous.
He was overjoyed then when he saw her in the hallway. When she asked him to stop by her desk, he had to concentrate to keep from growing another erection. He walked behind her, noticing her skirt was shorter than usual, just long enough to curve under her ass and back down her legs.
Gazing at her legs, watching her ass sway as she walked, he was once again glad for the length of his jacket. It was impossible to look at a woman with legs and an ass like that and not think of sex. Thinking about sex with those legs and that ass and it was impossible not to get aroused. All he could think about was yanking that skirt up to her waist, revealing her glorious ass, bending her over a desk, and ramming his cock into her. He no longer cared whether or not she wanted the "back door loving" that he longed for or not, he just wanted to be with her, enjoying her body. He no longer cared that both he and Rebekah were married, he only wanted to undress her.
He pulled back to reality as she quickly sat down at her desk, her white skirt riding further up her creamy thighs. She reached into a bag underneath the desk, grabbing something and handing it to him. Looking at it he saw it was a plain interoffice envelope, but nothing was written on it. He wondered why it had been kept under her desk.
She quietly told him not to open it until he was back at his desk and to be alone, because it was private. They chatted about nothing for a few minutes, as she would give no further explanation. She only stressed the confidentiality of the packet. He thought mostly about Rebekah's full breasts, and what she was wearing under the white jacket that showed so much cleavage.
As he walked back to his desk, he wondered what sex with her would be like. Would it be a slow, tender, romantic evening, or would she be animalistic, wild with passion, and ravaging? He was back at his desk before he knew it. Checking to see how closely others were watching, he sat down. If she were playing a joke on him, no one was paying any extra attention.
He opened the folder, still thinking about her. Taking one look at the contents, he shoved them back inside the folder and left the office.
* * *
Rebekah started giggling as soon as she saw Mike leave. She thought about following her favorite security guard, wanting to see what his reaction was, but she wanted to be where he could find her. She literally tingled with anticipation, the sensation radiating outward from between her legs.
She laughed again, thankful for whomever had invented the digital camera. She had not only taken her time taking the pictures, she had taken many of them, and only given him the ones that she really liked.
She actually had a lot of fun doing it last night; stripping and posing for the camera, knowing that he would be seeing them; knowing that once he did, the guessing in their relationship would be over.
Her juices started flowing as she thought of him, of how he would react, even more of him taking her. She hoped that he would like her pictures, that he would want to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him. Maybe he would suggest a rendevous tonight; she had made a point of saying she was alone for the evening. Perhaps, she thought, squeezing her legs together tightly, pushing the pleasure out through her body, perhaps he would want something sooner. She knew she would be ready.
She repeated the motion, flexing her sex as she thought about Michael. She had gone through all of her toys at home thinking about him. She had even masturbated thinking about him while Chad was asleep in bed with her. Some toys she had used several times, but not even using her hands could quench her desire to be with him. She could not get her orgasms to the point where they were close to the pleasure another lover could do and she thought that he would be better than just any lover.
She wanted to finally see his cock, unhindered by the clothes that so often framed it for her. She thought about riding him, about sitting on top of his wonderful flesh. She continued flexing her muscles as she did so, becoming increasingly wet. She bent her head, putting her hands to her temples, hoping that anyone else would think she was taking a mental brake. Finally, she felt the shudder of a small orgasm go through her. She sighed with relief.
Coming back to reality, she looked around, embarrassed. Evidently she had kept enough control of her reactions that no one had noticed. Of course, the top of her thighs were wet with her juices, and her cubicle was warm and smelled of her sex, her fragrant cunny; she almost hoped she was discovered. She sighed again, longing for him as her arousal began to grow again. She was about to stand up when he spoke to her.
