"Hey, here you go. Here's a list of women's ten most common sexual fantasies," Michelle said, looking up from her laptop to see the reaction of her coworker.
Nate looked at her blankly, but he fully intended her to get the idea that he was listening and interested.
"The top three are: sex at work; sex in an elevator; and, being forced to have sex or forcing somebody to have sex."
Nate remained expressionless. "I suppose you've done them all."
"I have NOT!" the beautiful brunette replied briskly.
"Two out of three?"
"Stop it, Nate. This is why they are listed as fantasies," Michelle said.
Nate smiled. "So, you've at least thought about doing them."
Michelle shrugged. "Maybe."
If anybody at the company knew what Michelle fantasized about, it was Nate. In the two years they worked together, they dated in phases ranging from occasional acquaintances to virtually domestic partners. Each cycle ended with an extended cooling down period. And oddly, at no time had they ever actually had sex.
The current phase was heating up and weeks of sexual tension had been building between the marketing department whiz kids. Michelle with her cheerleader body and face and Nate with his classic big city good looks seemed made for each other, at least in the eyes of their fellow employees.
They worked for another twenty minutes before Michelle announced she was heading to the snack room for a candy bar. Nate watched her lovely ass sway inside her short skirt as she turned the corner. He listened to her heels click in the hallway, each step getting softer until silence returned to the office.
Michelle suspected they were alone. It wasn't unusual when they were working on a deadline project. Since they were both single, leaving at seven or eight was not the end of the world and the company was good at making it up to them. Besides, they liked each others company...most of the time.
She inserted her dollar and made a selection. The candy bar rattled to the bottom of the vending machine and she pulled it out. Michelle began opening it on the way back to the office, oblivious to her surroundings.
She took one bite as she approached the reception area. Michelle heard, or sensed, the oncoming footsteps behind her, but didn't have time to turn before the hands were on her.
"Put the candy bar down, Michelle. I have something much better for you than that."
Nate didn't try to disguise his voice. Perhaps that was what kept Michelle from crying out at the surprise of his 'attack'. She put the candy bar on the top of the receptionist's desk and allowed Nate to push her steadily toward the elevators.
He had her by both arms, pulled slightly behind her. Nothing about his actions hurt her, but Michelle was powerless in his strong grip. They neared the elevator doors.
"Push the up button," Nate said.
He let go of one hand and Michelle complied. He quickly took hold of her again. They waited in silence for a few seconds, and then the door slid open. Nate pushed Michelle into the dimly lit, mirrored space.
She could feel her heart pounding faster. Fear mixed with anticipation. Part of Michelle suspected Nate was being playful, but another small part of her didn't know. The elevator door closed behind them.
In the mirror, she saw him slam his palm against the big, red Stop button.
"Nate. What are you...," she began to say.
"I think it's time we start working on your list," he said.
"My list?"
"Your sexual fantasies. If we do this right, the top three can be scratched off right now. You are going to be forced to have sex, at work, in an elevator," Nate said, pressing hard enough into Michelle's back that she was driven against the wall.
Michelle felt the unmistakable hardness of his erection on her ass. Nate ground himself into her a little more and moved his hands to the front of her blouse.
"If that article is true, and if you're honest about your own fantasies, then they should be able to hear you in the next building by the time we're done," Nate said.
His hand cupped her right breast. He felt her bra under the thin material of the blouse and he rolled his palm over the fullness of her twenty eight year old chest. Nate buried his face in her neck, under the flowing brown hair.
"Pretend I'm that VP you've been lusting after. Charles. Isn't that his name, Michelle? Pretend I'm Charles and he wants to talk to you about a promotion. You'd do anything to work for him, wouldn't you Michelle?"
She tried not to smile at Nate's use of her own confessions against her. She was about to speak when she felt his hands unbuttoning the top of her blouse. He had released some of the pressure against her body, but Michelle continued to press her hands against the mirrored wall. She peered straight ahead, but was looking into the intense eyes of her colleague.
Michelle watched the top two buttons being undone. She saw her white bra come into view and Nate's hand slide inside the blouse, coming to rest on her left breast. The sense of being violated was lessened by her awareness of the 'assailant'. However, Michelle found the whole experience still to be incredibly stimulating.
Nate lingered inside her blouse before quickly opening the remaining buttons and yanking the shirt out of Michelle's skirt. She saw him admiring her chest in the mirror. Their eyes met, and the lust was obvious.
Nate reached up and unhooked Michelle's bra. The release of the tension on her ample breasts was welcomed, but that was quickly overshadowed by Nate's lifting of her bra and squeezing of her ultra-sensitive nipples.
"Oh God, Nate. No! Not here. Somebody might...oh God! Nate!"
Prior instances of foreplay by the couple had taken them this far. Nate knew Michelle was putty in his hands if he concentrated on her nipples. Now it was time to take her to the next level.
"Yes, Michelle. Here...and now," he whispered in her ear while playing with her tits. "It's your fantasy and I'm going to make it come true."
His left hand continued to massage her breast. But Nate's right hand drifted down her body and onto her leg. He reached for the bottom of her skirt and slid his fingers up the inside of her thigh. He could feel her body stiffen. His cock responded in kind.
Unconsciously, Michelle dropped a hand behind her and clutched at Nate's crotch. Once she had the outline of his cock firmly in her palm, she gripped him harder. They both moaned for the first time.
Nate's hand had risen to the bottom of her panties. A quick move onto her pussy confirmed what he suspected: she was soaking wet.
"Ohhhh. So you DO like this?" he said to her.
Michelle didn't answer. At least, not verbally. When Nate's fingers began probing the moist surroundings of her pussy and clit, she let her body talk for her. She gyrated under his touch, simultaneously trying to avoid his fingers and seeking them out. Meanwhile, she stroked him faster and he reached maximum erection.
Nate lifted her skirt with both hands. He let it collect around her waist, the tiny panties underneath now in full view. He clutched at her ass, squeezing the cheeks until Michelle squealed with pleasure.
