You'd been moved to a new office right in the far corner of the building. It was nice to have the whole office space to yourself, but since work was so quiet it had been rather lonely lately. You'd started to make excuses to leave the office, spreading out tasks just so that you have more chances to interact with people, and your latte intake was unhealthy because you enjoy the chance to make small talk with the baristas and anyone else who catches your eye en route. But you never said a word to me. I think you tried as, in those few moments too long that we held eye contact in the hall, I recognized the look of someone about to speak. In those brief seconds I felt your hunger, and when you passed my office I know you slowed your pace, and I often caught you nervously looking in.
Sat in your office, hearing the unusual sound of someone approaching, you turn your back to your door and pretend to be working on a document you opened for show. You hear your office door shut, and for a second as your heart skips, you don't turn around. But when you turn and look at me you almost smile, a slight twitch at the corner of your lips as you suppress your emotions upon seeing me. You don't say anything as I offer my hand out to you, yet you comply as I raise you up to your feet. You feel like I can hear your heart beating hard and fast, but I'm preoccupied trying to contain myself. We are standing so close, that I feel your breath on my chest through my shirt. Feeling so awkwardly placed your nervous fingers try to start unbuttoning it in the middle.
Giving in to my impatience I push you backwards against the wall, one hand behind your head and the other on your hip, I kiss your lips firmer than I should. Your chest feels light and your legs weak, and you respond by holding tight onto me and returning the strength of my kiss. My hands run all over you, following the contours of your body, and groping you almost aggressively. When you feel my skin on yours, you realise that your skirt is hiked up at your waist, and my fingers are trailing around your inner thighs. You grab at my pants, trying to unbuckle me, but there is something I need first. I take you and put you back on your office chair, reclining you as far back as possible while you feel my lips make a path from behind your ear, slowly down to your collar bone. I climb down onto my knees, and relishing your only exposed skin, I kiss and suck at your inner thighs. As slowly as I can, but with a great deal of unintentional haste, my lips are on your panties, and you can feel my hot breath through them. They are so thin, that as I move from light soft kisses to gentle licks, you can feel my tongue mixing with you. I've thought about this moment so many times, yet nothing could prepare me for how aroused I become upon feeling how wet you are. I feel my penis throbbing in my pants, yet my lips and tongue are not ready to leave you. Pulling your panties to one side, and groping your thighs with my hands, I tease you with my lips, gently sucking and kissing before letting you feel my tongue directly on you. I won't leave until my face is drenched, and your body is arching back, and thighs shaking.
As you feel your body get weaker with my tongue inside you and my hand grasping desperately at your breasts, you start to feel a warm wave inside you. That's when I stand up, pressing my hips into yours and kissing your neck and lips, you can feel me hard through my pants. Again you try to unbuckle me, but I stand you up and turn you from me. Laying your clothed chest flat on the desk, and keeping your butt raised toward me, your skirt way above your hips and your panties now lowered to your knees, you hear me unzip. As you feel one hand grasp your inner shoulder, I slowly enter you from behind. I'm barely inside you, but rotating my hips creating small circles inside you begins to drive you crazy. I want you to wait, to build up the sensation until it can't be held back, so I resist your hands reaching back to pull me in, and I increase my depth very gradually. Long, slow, deliberate strokes have you wimpering, and when you feel me twist inside you your breath is completely lost. Despite my intentions on teasing you, within minutes I can feel your orgasm building, and I can't deny you any longer. As my firm and slow thrusts stroke you so fully inside, I can feel the hot, wet, waves coming from within you. Your legs are beginning to shake uncontrollably, and I can feel you tightening around me. My hand tightens on your shoulder, the other grabs firmly onto your ass to give me more depth, and I start to thrust harder and faster. Before long, stifling your screams and squirming your body, you reach behind to hold my thighs back. You lie there shaking gently, breathing heavily, after your most intense first orgasm of the afternoon. We still haven't exchanged a single word.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/381raz/str8_mf_a_quick_read
Holy shit.