He had been bussing around me all day long. He had never been gone out of sight for more than fifteen minutes. Whenever we were in the same room – copier room, staff room, outdoors for a quick smoke, entry hall – our eyes met, no matter how many feet apart we were standing. His eyes were shiny, and he had a soft, youthful smile on his lips. I couldn’t figure out where his sudden interest in me came from. And I honestly didn’t care. His gaze fixed at me flattered me. I enjoyed being watched by him.
I knew that I had to work late that day. People were slowing leaving the office, going home to family, friends and something to eat and I found myself wondering if he had gone too. Lost in thoughts I was standing at the copy machine, waiting for the pile of sheets growing bigger and bigger, when I suddenly realized that I was not alone anymore. I felt his presence through a slight tingling in my belly. I didn’t turn around and I felt him move closer until I could feel his soft breath behind me. He was close, very close and I didn’t dare to move because I didn’t want him to shy away. I felt a soft kiss on the side of my neck. He planted it there knowing that the next few seconds would define what was going to happen. It felt so good, so invigorating having him so close behind me. His body moved even closer so that our bodies touched. He kissed me again and his tousled hair touched my cheek.
I let go of this dreary long day and pushed my hips backwards. His dick was hard. I was so turned on by this that I started moaning when his kisses on my neck and his licks of my earlaps grew more passionate. We rubbed our bodies. His hands moved underneath my shirt and he started playing with my hard nipples. I was getting wet and horny as hell. I wanted to have him, wanted to feel him inside of me. I moved my skirt up and touched his dick, slowing moving up and down along its silhouette in his pants. Without hesitation he slid down my panties and opened his pants. My pussy felt hot and wet and my moans became louder as he no longer softly caressed my tits, but grabbed them passionately with his strong hands. I leaned forward, holding myself onto this stupid copy machine. I expected him to penetrate me, but he didn’t. He went down on his knees and I could feel his breath against my inner thighs. He kissed me and his tongue slowly went upwards, teasing me, making me moan and smile at the same time. Playfully his mouth moved further up and he – O dear God! – licked my clit in a most dedicated way. It was clear that he enjoyed the sight of my pussy, the smell of it, the feel of it. I could feel his face between my legs, his hot breath, his soft tongues moving, licking, kissing, nibbling. I bent even more forward, resting my head on the shiny touchscreen of the machine, while he started licking my ass. I felt like melting. Everything felt so right. His tongue did excellent work in making me forget everything around me. The room could have been on fire, wouldn’t have realized.
The next thing I knew was that his body made a sudden move and I felt him inside of me. I was so wet that his dick slid right into me. His movements were slow, careful, savoring every inch he conquered. But that was not what I wanted. I had had enough of this. I wanted more, I wanted passion. I wanted it to feel like a damned natural disaster. I started pushing backwards, moving my hips at a steady and powerful pace towards him. I wanted to him to moan, be loud and come inside of me like a force of nature. We found our rhythm and I heard his body bang against mine. We both came and his body collapsed over me. Our panting was something beautiful to hear. Something authentic and natural. It was clear that we both had needed this, no matter what it meant, what it stood for.
The copy machine was blinking like a Christmas tree, the touchscreen showing all sorts of error messages. And I realized that I didn’t even know his name.
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