It had been over two weeks since I sat beside Clay feeling the heat of his leg against mine. I knew I would see him today. He was in my head as soon as I woke up. The anticipation of seeing his smile stayed with me all through rush hour. By the time he came into the office, my heart was pounding. I heard his voice before I saw him. A chorus of hellos echoed through me as he made his way down the hall.
Our eyes met as he came into the room. I couldn’t help but smile. I wanted him to choose the empty seat beside me, willed him to sit close. When he took a seat down the table, the disappointment was overwhelming. As everyone took their seats, I felt my phone buzz against my leg.
A flirty message. I fired back and waited. Clay sent back a dirty response. With butterflies dancing through me, I took a chance. I sent back an honest message….all these dirty texts are making me horny. The time it took him to read the message seemed like an eternity. I saw him see it and put the phone back down. Shit! Maybe it was too far. I could not tell you a word that was said in the meeting. I was hyper focused on the phone in his lap. Finally he started to type back.
Buzzz….I was almost afraid to look. “I am so hard right now. I want to slide every inch of my cock into you”
Heat flashed through me. “How many inches are we talking about?”
Buzzz…”eight hard inches” Fuck!!! I knew in that moment he was going to take the chance. I could feel my hard nipples rub against the lace of my bra. I was going to touch him. He would finally touch me too.
“Storage closet after the meeting?” I sent the message and waited.
Buzzzz…”I will meet you there”
I found an excuse to go to the closet as soon as the meeting ended. While I pretended to look for paperclips, my mind raced. Am I really doing this? Will he show up? The door popped open and all doubts flew out the window. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close. Before I could say a word his mouth was on mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I let the doubts go. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my tits against his chest.
He pushed against me and I could feel his rock hard cock through his pants. His hands went to my ass under my dress. I shifted my weight onto the supply boxes and he moved into the space I created keeping our bodies plastered together. I opened my legs and his cock pressed against my clit. I was so wet. He leaned away breaking the kiss.
We stood lips inches from each other panting into the dark. I dropped my hand and he pulled back to look into my eyes. I wanted him to slide the lace away from my pussy and touch the ache. I almost begged him to do it. But instead he stepped away. The air hit me like cold water. He kissed me lightly and said he had to go. I pulled my dress down and straightened my hair. We both left the closet with no promises.
I spent the rest of the day with the taste of his kiss on my lips. By the time I got home from work, my pussy was dripping. I peeled my dress off in the hall and dropped it to the floor. Pulling the cups of my bra down, I pulled at my hard nipples imaging the feel of his mouth on them. I stretched out on the bed and closed my eyes.
The feel of him against me filled my mind. Tits out, I rolled onto my stomach, nipples brushing the blankets. I closed my eyes and slid my hand over them and down my stomach. The lace of my panties was wet. I dipped two fingers just barely inside and slicked the wetness over my clit. Squeezing my thighs tight against my hand, I flicked one finger up over my clit until my breath caught and I felt the ache inside start the grow. I pulled my knees up and sat up facing the headboard wanting the penetration but still only rubbing my clit. I replayed the kiss again and again. Leaning my forehead against the headboard, knees spread wide, I finally slide two fingers hard down over my clit and into my dripping pussy using the palm of my hand to push against my clit.
The feeling of sliding into myself was like the permission I needed to let the fantasy build. I imagined us back in the closet. I imagined opening my legs for him again and him sliding his own fingers inside me. With Clay’s kiss on my lips and the thought of him touching me the way I ached to be touched, I rode my hand to a desperate orgasm breathing his name out loud as I came.
Even before the sweat cooled on my skin, I wanted more. I wanted him. I couldn’t wait to see him again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jlktim/mf_zelda_and_clay_cross_the_line