It's recommended that you read Chapter 1 first to set the scene properly. I'm always looking to improve my writing, so please feel welcome to leave feedback! I hope you enjoy it.
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Amelie woke to her phone buzzing beside her ear. Turning off the alarm, she stretched and looked up at the ceiling. Images of last night's events danced through her mind, curving her lips into a smile. More eager than ever to get to work, Amelie jumped out of bed and began her morning routine.
Standing under the shower, Amelie was unable to think of anything other than Karl. As she soaped, her fingers idly caressed her skin. Reaching up, she smoothed her cleaned hair down to her shoulders before sliding her hands onto her neck. Memories of Karl's kiss stoked the fire within. Tasting herself on his lips had almost drove her to beg him to come home with her for more. Leaving his office, she'd initially felt disappointed that he'd not wanted more of her that night. But as she made her way home, she firmly reminded herself that she was being too greedy. Plus, today would be most interesting.
Amelie's fingers traced the curves of her breasts to slowly rub her hardening nipples with the palms of her hands. Massaging her weighty mounds, she felt the warm tingle in her pussy begin to ache. The more she rubbed at her nipples, the more her pussy throbbed. She continued until she couldn't bear not to touch her pussy any longer. She gave her nipples a final, hard tug then released with a gasp. Leaning against the tiled wall, Amelie slid her hands over her stomach to cup her pussy.
Consumed by both the memory of Karl and the fantasy of having him kneeling in front of her, Amelie spread her legs a little more. She used both hands to pull her pussy lips open and began to run one finger slowly up her labia. Careful to avoid her clit, she teased herself down the other side before finally pressing her swollen nub. Repeating this, she imagined Karl's face only inches away as he watched her fingers. Finger fucking herself, her movements quickened and pushed deeper. She moaned Karl's name as she changed up to two fingers. Amelie felt her body begin to tremble and the need to cum intensified.
She started to alternate rapidly flicking her clit and pushing down on it, rubbing in circular movements. Her body hummed at the change of sensations but within moments she knew that today, this wasn't going to be enough. Using her fingernails, she nipped at her clit causing her to cry out, but it still didn't work. With a frustrated groan, she grabbed at the small-handled loofah hanging from the shower dial and stroked its roughness from clit to hole. Moaning louder, Amelie spread her legs wider to push the end of the loofah against her hole. She knew it was far too big to enter her, but her cunt ached to be filled. Pushing aside more frustration, she focussed instead on the hard sponge frigging against her swollen clit. Her thighs shook as the thought of begging for Karl's cum. She repeated that same plea under her breath, over and over. The shattering orgasm sent electric waves coursing throughout her every fibre.
Unable to bear the rough sensation a moment longer, she dropped the loofah and leaned her head back. Chest heaving, she closed her eyes and let her body slump against the cold tiles. Amelie revelled in the sensation of her pussy pulsating until it eased then turned off the shower and stepped out.
Once towel-dried, Amelie began to dress. The grey cap-sleeved shift dress hung waiting on the wardrobe door as she slipped on her black panties. Taking a fresh pair of tights from their box, she gathered the nylon to the toes and smoothed it up her leg. As she pulled the gusset over her midriff, she made a mental note to go shopping as soon as possible to buy some stockings. Being the ever-practical girl, she'd never seen the appeal of them before. They'd always seemed more fuss than they were worth. But now, the idea of Karl seeing her in stockings was all that was needed to change her mind.
She glanced at the clock, wondering if she had enough time to take the vibrator from her bedside table and find deeper satisfaction of having her pussy filled. With a heavy sigh, Amelie rejected the idea in favour of being on time for work. She continued dressing, focussing instead on the joy of being in Karl's presence again soon.
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An hour later and armed with coffee, Amelie approached the lifts where the yesterday's suited man stood waiting. As she arrived by his side, the lift pinged, and the doors slid open. He gestured for her to board first.
"Sixteen again?"
He smiled as his finger hovered over the button. She smiled back, mildly impressed that the stranger would recognise her and remember such detail.
"Yes, please."
Amelie fell into habits of using this short ride to imagine how the day would play out. But today was different. How could it not be? Twenty-four hours ago, the same vertical ride had been based purely on professional notions. Here, now, the scenarios being played out in her mind's eye were fuelled with lust. She knew how Karl tasted, how he felt inside of her, and that he lusted after her too. With this simple thought, all scenarios melted away leaving only the raw desire. Scenarios didn't really matter. She didn't care how it happened, when, or where. The only thing that mattered was that it happened again.
"So, on the sixteenth floor, do you work for Karl Wallis or Deborah Finn?"
Amelie blinked, processing the question as it interrupted her thoughts. She resented the intrusion as she was forced to trade her lust for the innate need to be polite. Giving a little cough to clear any possibility of her desire husking her voice, she engaged in the conversation.
"Karl."
"You're new, aren't you? Enjoying it?"
"I've been here a couple of months, now, but yes, I'm really enjoying it, thank you."
"I didn't see you leave last night during the great five pm exodus."
"I was working late."
"He's a hard task master?"
At his words, Amelie's resolve cracked, and she laughed. The man opened his mouth to say more but at that moment the lift stopped.
"Have a great day," she grinned as she stepped out.
By the time she reached her desk, Amelie had somehow managed to pull her smile back in order. Leaving her belongings and latte at her desk, Amelie grabbed her notebook. Standing in front of his closed door, she took a deep breath before entering Karl's office.
The familiar sight of him tapping away at his computer caused a gentle ache in Amelie's chest but, determined to be professional, she ignored it. She placed his coffee in the usual spot before settling in her seat to hear today's tasks.
"Good morning, Karl."
She flipped the notebook open and crossed her legs, deliberately angling herself ever so slightly sideways in the chair. She hoped that the hem of her dress would ride up to show a little more thigh. She had decided that she'd wait and take Karl's lead in how they were going to conduct themselves during office hours. But temptation had whispered, and she yielded. Aware of how she now sat, she stilled, waiting for Karl to notice the subtle shift in how she usually presented herself.
"Good morning."
He threw her a brief smile with his bland response, before proceeding to reel off today's list in priority order. The instant stab of disappointment was met with her inner voice jeering for attempting to flirt. She'd known he would be professional. Still, she'd tried to tease and entice him. As she scribbled her notes, she berated herself. Embarrassment heated her cheeks, and she became thankful that he wasn't paying attention to detail after all.
"Anything else?" Amelie asked as she finished writing.
As she waited for Karl's reply, she uncrossed her legs ready to leave. The movement caught Karl's attention. His eyes shifted from the screen to settle on her closed knees. Amelie's heart raced at the notion of slowly opening her legs to expose herself to him. If she were to do that, would he stop her? Could she open her legs as wide as the chair would allow? What if she were to lean back, pull her dress up? What if she ran her fingers from her knees to her pussy, and began to rub her clit over the top of the nylon?
His eyes remained fixated on her legs for mere seconds. But to Amelie, it felt like a lifetime. Would he encourage her to slide her hands inside her panties? At what point would he tell her to stop? Could she slide her fingers either side of her clit, scissoring at it, pulling at it, then reach further down and push her fingers inside her hot, wet cunt? Would he remain still and silent as she fucked herself until she came all over her fingers? With this final thought, Amelie began to inch open her knees.
"No, that's all for now."
Karl's voice grated a little. With a throat-clearing cough, he looked back to his screen. Amelie quickly shut her knees and stood up. She felt woozy but managed to reach the door without stumbling.
