The music playing from the band cascades around us. A slow song, the only one I could convince you to dance to, is playing. Your hand is at my waist, your fingers fidgeting on my bare back, and the other is holding my hand close to your chest as we sway to the beat of the music. The little black dress I'm wearing leaves little to the imagination, cut low in front, exposing some of my breasts, and the back is cut all the way down to my ass. A part of you hadn't wanted me to wear it, wanting that visage to be all to yourself, the other was titillated by the thought of everyone looking at me, being able to think of only fucking me, and knowing I would only ever fuck you.
I'm smiling slightly, my head on your shoulder, knowing you were uncomfortable in the tux you had to wear to the event. I still got a bit of glee out of making you suffer in public places, my attempt at exposure therapy that never seemed to work but didn't stop me from trying. We were at a swanky work event to celebrate the launch of another innovative pharmaceutical. I would be on the road for the next few months to help with the launch, so we were taking every moment to soak in each other before I left. There would be brief respites that I would come back, but we could never last long without being in each other's arms. After all this time, we were still passionately hot for one another.
"Want to get out of here?" I ask, and you pull me closer. I can feel your semi-hard on and chuckle softly. "I take that as a yes."
You look down at me and grin. "I can't wait to get out of this thing. You can leave the dress on."
I push away from you but still hold your hand. "Come on." I slyly grin as I lead you off the dance floor.
We stop quickly at the table to grab my purse and shawl, but as you move to go to the exit, I tug your hand in the opposite direction. You look at me with a slight question in your eyes, but you also have the tell-tale feeling of excitement at where this might lead.
Taking out my keycard, I scan it at the elevator and press up. When the door opens, I walk slowly backwards pulling you in afterward. You follow, wrapping your arms about me as you lower to kiss me. I pull back and shake my head nodding upwards to the camera. "Not here." You pout playfully and I laugh. "No! Not here." Resigned, you turn around, fingers playing with my hand as you wait for the floors to tick up to 10.
We exit and walk quickly to my office. It's an expansive room with a couch, a small table with chairs, and a large desk filled with stacks of papers, monitor and other traditional work paraphernalia. You take off your jacket and hang it on the wall as I close the door with a soft click. I leave it purposefully unlocked and walk to lower the shades. There is only enough light from the moon to cast everything in a silvery glow. As I turn around, I startle as you are right behind me. You grin. I laugh and playfully slap you on the arm. "How do you do that?!"
"It's a secret." I groan at your response, rolling my eyes, and you grab me quickly, pulling me close and kissing me with a hungry passion. Your hand goes to my neck, fingers reaching up into my hair, and grabbing a fistful, you pull roughly backwards to expose my neck as your lips travel there. My hands reach to grab your ass and pull your pelvis closer to mine, feeling how hard you are, I rub my body against you. Your tongue penetrates my mouth as if you owned it, and I kiss you back, yielding to your need.
As you continue to kiss me, your hand pulls my hair backward as you duckwalk me to the window. I feel the ledge hit my ass as you press me backward, and I break the kiss to take in a deeper breath. Your hands run the length of my body, stopping at the hem of my dress you grab the edge and begin to hike it upwards. Holding on to my waist, you lift me so I'm sitting on the ledge, my back resting against the cloth blinds and window. Your fingers hook around my g-string and slowly pull it down to my ankles. I lift my legs to help, and you kiss first one ankle then the other as you take my panties off and toss them to the ground.