The day began easy enough with its normal routine… her favorite part of the morning is the quiet time she has to get ready whilst she thinks about him wondering if he will find her attire pleasing today. She fluctuates between prim and proper in skirts and dresses, and casual dress in jeans, boots, and a variety of tops. Her desire to please him hinges on hearing those two wonderful words, “good girl.” Her heart flutters with glee when he utters those tantalizing words that bring a warm smile to his face that reflect the true feelings in his heart. Her momma once told her, “never trust a person that doesn’t smile with their eyes.” So, she waits for just that moment when his smile creases at the crow’s feet of his eyes, and then she knows he is truly and sincerely pleased with her.
Why this man, of all men, has this effect on her, she is still pondering. Pulling back the layers of memory and searching her heart for the reason “why?” What she does know so far is that she adores his leadership, his assertiveness, his commanding presence in the office, and the way he serves those who work for him. She lingers near him when he is around in hopes she might catch a glimpse of his scent or brush against his hand as he passes by. His hands, he has strong hands… she has dreamed of those hands on her flesh. Feeling his dominating grip as he cups her breasts and pulls her nipples hard rolling then between his thumb and finger. To feel those strong hands wrapped around her pulling her into him for a full body embrace that leaves her breathless and swooning that he has to scoop her up and cradle her agonist his chest where she can snuggle into the crook of his neck. She longs for that moment when dreams can become a reality… someday.
She sighs. Wishfully, hopefully, sighs. Content with the knowledge of who she is, and who he is… for the moment. She is intrigued by him. But she is learning more and more that she doesn’t know him quite as well as she gives herself credit for. Once she thinks she has him figured out, he gives her another instruction of debauchery that steals her breath away, leaving her gasping in shock and awe at the depths to this man’s mind. Like when he instructed her to remove her panties in front of him, right there in the office. Where he seems so calm and cool to everyone on the outside, she has learned their is a wild tiger of a man inside of him that only she sees… or that he allows her to see. And all she wants to do is make him roar…. growl!
So, she goes about her day… bare assed as the she was born under her skirt. Her thighs becoming increasing slick with the drippings between her legs. He requests to see her in his office and she quickly heeds his call. She enters, and waits. She knows she is not allowed to sit without his permission. She would prefer to kneel, but that display of submission would not go unnoticed by the other staff, so she stands and waits. Instead of instructing her to sit, like he normally does, he asks her to look at a document on his computer. She slowly sashays toward him on the other side of his desk. He sits in his chair, while she stands beside him to his right. He turns the monitor of his computer toward her. She leans forward to look at the monitor knowing very well that she is giving him a clear outline of the silhouette of her figure as her breast come into view as he shows her what is on the computer monitor. At just the right moment, when she is fully bent forward over is desk with elbows and palms flat on his desk she hears him utter a small, almost silent “oh my!” She smiles to herself as she thinks, two can play this game, whatever “this game or not game is.” She knows what he likes, and she loves to please him. It gives her butterflies to hear his natural response to her presence being soooo close and yet not touching. She can feel the heat emanating from their bodies, like the tension of electricity build up between your finger and the doorknob after walking across the carpet, waiting for the spark to fly and shock them both. She holds her breath, and… nothing. Noting at all.
What’s seemed like minutes was merely seconds and she exhales to focus on the computer and the work requested of her to be done. And then… and then there is the faintest brush of a hand on the back of her left knee. She inhales slowly, not to let him know she notices as she looks at the monitor, she doesn’t want to spook this wild animal before he has a chance to pounce. So, much like the gazelle being stalked in the wild, she steadies her breathing and keeps her eyes on the monitor to not alert the predator that his prey knows what he is up too. The only difference between her and the gazelle is that she wants to be devoured. Then, she feels the strong right hand of her superior glancing across the back of her left calf ever so gently to almost not even register as a touch, except for the chills tingling up the back of her leg and straight to the apex of her legs sending a warm rush to her pussy.
Oh shit! He just barely touched her calf and she can feel herself begin puddling between her legs. Her nipples became erect and hard like tiny little erasers scratching the inside of her bra. Good thing she has a bra on or it would be obvious her headlights were on and her motor was humming. If she doesn’t hold it together, he’s going to know. She’s going to make a mess on the front of her dress. She cannot embarrass herself like that. She sure as hell cannot embarrass him, he’d never forgive her… and what would that mean for her, for him, for them? So she tries to steady her breathing, as she feels him slowly… very slowly… achingly slowly… make her scream slowly draw his hand up her left leg from the back of her calf, to the back of her knee, (she fights the urge to giggle as it tickles the back of her knee) to the back of her thigh… and then he stops just above the knee. Damn! She finally exhales, now realizing she has been holding her breath the whole time, and tries to clear her head.
What was that? She heard something about a state… what?! What is he asking her? “Pick a state” he asks again. Not fully understanding she says, “California.” “Wrong! Guess again,” he says and moves his hand up just a notch on on the back of her thigh. Her mind is humming and she is finding it difficult to focus. “Pick a state” he says again. This time she says “Tennessee.” “Wrong! Guess again,” he says and moved his hand up another notch and stops. His level of control is driving her mad with desire.
Never before has she ever wished she had shorter legs. She loves her legs. Her long luscious legs have always received compliments that made her proud of her figure. But in THIS moment where she has longed for his touch for so long, to then be stifled by her long legs has her quivering with a level of desire she hasn’t felt since the first days of her handing over control of her orgasms to him and she was required to edge 5 times in just a few days without release… that level of need doesn’t even compare to what she is feeling right now!
So he repeats the question asking for a state and she keeps guessing wrong, wondering if there is actually a correct answer to this silly, yet very sensual game. Actually, if wrong answers move his hand up, then she doesn’t want a right answer to move it away. So with every guess, she prays she is wrong. And then she is tortured with another move of his hand up one more notch on the back of her thigh. She can feel the pressure of his strong right hand become more relaxed as they play this little cat and mouse game. Until there is no more thigh…
She can feel the space between his forefinger and thumb just cupping the underside of her ass and the tips of his fingers wrapping her thigh to just barely touching the crease at the apex of her thigh and the flesh just outside her pussy. She is quivering now. She is doing everything in her power she can think of to not lose her position and keep this moment alive.
Then he asks her one more time to pick a state… she guesses “Wyoming.” She holds her breath anticipating the touch of his hand on the bare skin of her ass or better yet… what?! He says, “you are correct!” And begins to move his away… wait! NOOOO!!!!! She almost screams in frustration! How could he get this close to not finish! How dare he toy with her like this! Doesn’t he know that she has feeling too?! Doesn’t he know that…. ?!??!?!??!??!
His hand moved swiftly and deftly found her honey pot. And she felt a finger slide deeply into her with ease because she was soooo fucking wet, that is almost made a sloppy wet sound. She let out a low guttural moan that she had to stifle almost as soon as it stared when she remembered she was in his office. Shit! Shit! Shit! She is sooo wet. And his hand is so strong and firm. Cupping her ass and fingering her pussy as she is bent over his desk. Within a few quick movements she found herself pushing herself back onto his hand, riding his hand, with her head thrown back and licking her lips with need. She is having a hard time balancing on her heels, so she maintains her balance by keeping her elbows and hands on his desk. She wraps her finger around the edges of the desk. She’d rip scars into his back if he was holding close, and fingering her like this. She wanted this sooo much, she needed this… and then she feels empty… breathless… panting… shuddering… with desperate desire, and wanton need… empty.
He had pulled his hand out. And he was slowly and gently stroking the back of her legs with his thumb. She looked over her shoulder at him, with a subconscious pouty lip and neediness in her eyes, with one tear trailing down her cheek. Her voice was breathy and barely audible as she tried to form a coherent thought, but only managed to ask, “why? Why did you stop?” He answered, “I didn’t want too, sweetheart, but you were beginning to make too much noise.” Fuck! She should have been known better. She should have been able to keep quiet. But she couldn’t help it. It felt sooo good and she had waited and wanted this for sooo long, that she got lost in the moment.
Understanding the moment was lost. It was over. She began to regain her composure and started to work back to push back up off his desk. She looked down at him and noticed two glistening wet fingers on his right hand. Without a second thought she knelt beside his chair and brought his fingers to her mouth and began sucking on his fingers like she would suck on his cock. She was encouraged in her efforts as she saw his pants begin to tent as the shaft of his cock hardened as he was thinking about her actually fulfilling that fantasy of sucking his cock and swallowing. Licking his fingers clean, and letting them audibly “pop” from her mouth, she settled back on her heels with an impish grin. Knowing she had just frustrated him, just as much as he had frustrated her. “You’re such a bad little good girl,” he says huskily.
She gets up and smooths out her dress, and quietly walks out of his office to refresh herself in the ladies room. While he is left sitting in his office chair, waiting for the “south that rose again” to fall and make it possible for him to walk around the office. Later that day, he walks past her with a knowing smile and she blushes reminiscing over the memory of the shared moment of lust, desire, and frustration. They both know it went as far as it could in the moment. Both revel in the learning and growing knowledge of each other, and look forward to taking the next step of their journey together.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lr04uy/chasing_the_horizon_1_mf
This is an absolute gem