She isn’t conventionally attractive, he thought to himself as he walked past her. Noting to firmness of her ass and perkiness of her tits. Yet that is what he liked most about her, she bucked convention and maintained her feminine mystery all the same. She’s worked as a front desk receptionist for a couple of years now, never missing a day. Interesting, to him at least, that most men didn’t even know her name. Or women for that matter, but John does. He’s had a secret thing for Jesse never wanting to cross a line, or act like a creep he has kept it professional, cool he might say. He has seen Jesse outside of work too, live music nights at the oasis. Another time at an art gallery, she seemed to have an interest in gothic art, he shares that interest as well.
As people do, they say hello to each other, they exchange pleasantries. Running into each other outside of work hasn’t been weird for either of them. John liked her, he really liked her actually.
John sees the things in others most people miss. He sees a beauty in her, a strength in herself that others seemingly try to avoid. Jesse with her short black hair, shaved on the sides, the top brushed to one side, the style of teen boys from years past. John had that same haircut in 1999 he often thought. She just wears it better. Her tattoos screamed rebel chick, and they were beautifully done. His favorite was the cougar climbing up her arm surrounded by flowers. Each one literally a work of art he mused. Her eyes blue as the ocean is, and her smile, grabbed ones attention instantly. John felt almost vanilla by comparison to her, his suit and the tie screamed fucking lame. His organizational approach to, well everything, only punctuated his lameness.
Sitting in his office, his mind kept circling back to her. Jesse, the girl he looks forward to seeing every day. He wanted to ask her out, he wanted to get to know this woman. Allowing himself to take the thought further, he committed to himself that he would, right now as a matter of good course and fact.
He called down to the reception desk, Camille answered. Camille always had an attitude, and hated any and all of her job roles. As John asked if Jesse was around, he realized how strange this call is to begin with. Sort of overcompensating for this realization, he cooks up a dumb excuse as to why he needed to talk to just her. “Well, sorry John, but she went home early today. She said she had some personal things to do.” Camille seemed as put off as normal. Giving John the permission to exit the call politely, without saying much of anything else.
To John leaving the building in disappointment was common in the racket, but heading to the oasis was the best medicine. As he crossed the threshold the Oasis was alive tonight. In looking around for a place to sit, unwind, and have a drink, he saw her there. Jess, looking like a sexual goddess, wrapped in a skin tight black dress, with red heals accentuating the definition of her tattooed legs, and beautiful ass. She looked over at him, and smiled a wicked smile. “John!” She exclaimed as she approached him, offering him a hug and the warmest sort of greeting. Her body pressed firmly to him, her smell of perfume caught his attention instantly, but it was her breast and thighs pressed to his chest, and bordering his cock that grabbed the biggest reaction. He could feel his swelling dick pressed right up and down her pubic mound. He became instantly aroused and completely embarrassed as they separated. Jess still holding his arms in a half step back, said “It’s good to see you, glad you could make it!” She didn’t seem to notice his cock, and thank god for that he thought.
“You look really good, this dress is a killer, and you look fantastic in it. It’s so good to see you too.” His response was the truth, it was good to see her. “What is the special occasion, you on a date?” In asking the second part, John was really interested to develop what to do next. Or, how to act maybe more the point. Her smile bright as ever as her eyes looked him up and down, “Thank you!” She responded, “I am really glad like the my outfit, and yes I am on a date.” The disappointment in John rushed back, and yet he held it extremely well. Maintaining his smile, “Very cool, I’d like to meet them, if that would be okay?” As he spoke he casually looked around the room, to see if he could identify any likely suspects.
She started giggling, as if to accentuate a joke that only she was in on. “You have, my date is you, handsome.” Letting this sink in, and wondering if she was fucking with him. His response was a tempered but confident, “really, how did I get so lucky?” Her expression and eyes remained fixed as his and very much on him. “You’re blushing, and based on how you responded a second ago when we hugged. I know you are interested in getting to know more about me.” She quipped, “So let me buy you a drink?” John found himself completely awe struck in her approach to him. Dumbfounding in the moment, but clear that somehow she knew what he wanted to say, somehow she was two or three steps ahead. “Okay then.” He smiled and motioned around, “Let’s sit down then, have a drink, let’s see if this is a date is worth having.” John spoke in waved patterns of acknowledgement, intrigue and confirmation. This really is a date worth having, no doubt about that.
She took his left hand into her right, and lead him to the table she had prepared. He pulled her chair out and watched her climb into the high bar chair. Watching as her legs flexed and contracted and her back straight as she gracefully positioned her ass and hips into the center of the chair. John wanted her badly, he already wondered if she was wearing panties, but more than that, he wondered what her pussy tastes like. He wondered what her moans sounded like, and he wondered if she already knew what he is thinking, she has at least once before.
“Yes, I know what you’re thinking!” She said not randomly, but not connected to a thought outside of his own. John’s face twisted into a maze of bewilderment, he must have seemed shocked to her in that moment. She continued unphased, “Or, at least asking yourself, who is this girl?” To John those weren’t his exact thoughts, his overt mindset as you will. Except again she was right, if you boiled down the experience of her, and put a fine pointed question to it. That is indeed what he is asking, who is this girl. “Bravo”, he said “That is exactly what I am wondering.” She looked down to her drink, picking up her glass and brought it up to her lips. Taking the straw into her mouth, holding it hostage with her lips, and not breaking eye contact. She responded in her own unique and profoundly sexy way. “So ask?”
He searched for the most pressing question, the one that would fuel the conversation. The one that didn’t make him feel crazy in its expression. Questions like, is this girl in my head and how did she know I wanted to ask you out? Crashed at high speeds into Johns mind, and were quickly dismissed all the same. He settled on one good question, the one she hinted at, earlier. “Why plan a date with me, not knowing if I would be here, or that I would even be interested.” He noticed a touch of disappointment on her face as she responded. “You are here, and you are interested” she aptly pointed out. She took his hand, and looked in his eyes, sharply and spoke even more direct. “I have been watching you. You know yourself, and you’re comfortable in that knowledge. That’s sexy as fuck, I planned this date, because I like you. I planned all this to do three thinks with you.” John now even more intrigued couldn’t help himself, he had to know. “What are those three things Jess?” She smiled that same wicked smile as before. She seemingly looked as a predator does when hunting a kill, “I want to listen to good music, Dance my ass off, and fuck your brains out. Are you still interested?”
He was, he is, and he responded in the vain of that interests. His sense of deliberateness, his coolness never leaving him. John just had one more question, “In that order?” Jess smiled and leaned a bit back, Comfortable that she knows the man of him. The real man of him for the first time, “Absolutely not, in fact I know just where we can go.” Never letting go of his hand, she lead him to the back of the bar, and up the stairs. To her loft, and John realized in that moment, that she lives there. She knew he would be their because she’s always been there too.
Kissing passionately before they could even open the door. Her tongue tinged with Alcohol cold and pressed into his. Dancing between each other’s lips like a tango of desire. Grabbing at each other’s clothing and stripping the other, she moved him closer to her bed, and with a shove pushed him onto it. Her naked body standing above him, he took in her full beauty. She was a walking work of art, every tattoo flowed into the other, her pink nipples hard and erect rendering to his desire to suck on them, and taste her skin. His body firm and defined made her pussy quiver with anticipation. His lips soft and maroon bridged her desire to feel him against her body, to push his hard cock inside of her. She crawled closer to him, her head right above his hard cock. She grabbed it in her right hand with a light but firm squeezed. While letting a drop of spit Slide off of her tongue. It landed right on the dead of his cock. As it did she took him into her mouth and let her tongue and hand milk him of his pre-cum. She moaned a yummy kind of moan. Listening to him breathing. As he felt raptured in enjoyment of all that she is, and feeling such pleasure previously unknown to him. He knew he was going to cum, and she knew it too.
“Oh you taste sooo good” She seemed to hum it more than speak it. As she continued to push more of his juices out, and licking it off his dick as it did. Holding him tightly, and stoking very slowly she asked. “Do you want to know what I taste like? I really want you to know what my pussy tastes like.” He did, every part of her all of it, he very much wanted to know what she tastes like. “God yes, I want to know what your pussy tastes like.” She crawled up further, positioning herself over his head using her right arm she reached around to the back of his neck. Pulled up to place his head and tongue. To meet her swollen and very wet pussy.
She had control, and he wanted to lose all control and give it to her. She was doing what she wanted, and he wanted her to do exactly whatever the fuck she wanted. She moved her hips back and forth to match the movements of his mouth, letting him suck on her clit and licking inside of her. Her pussy quivered, she felt a pulse of pressure, and she felt her orgasm flow. Soft at first, then more profound and deliberate. As she pressed her hips and striding to match his mouths pleasure, she was fucking his face, and he loved it. She was Cumming again and again. Tasting his juices on her lips, getting more and more aroused in knowing that he could taste her in his mouth and on his lips. She wanted him deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his pulsing rhythms and hard cock pushing into her, ever deeper, she wanted to cum on his dick. She will have exactly what she wants.
She let go of his head, and he relaxed, with a sudden movement, as if reading her mind. He braced her in his arms pulled her over to her left side. Leaving her legs in a jack knifed position, he positioned himself on his knees and behind her. He moved the head of his cock right to her eager and throbbing hole, but not sliding in. This was torture, her pussy needed this attention, hungry for him. He continued and teased her cute little slit. The more he did, the more she wanted him inside. She wanted him to push in. Here hips and body needing towards him, almost desperately, trying to make him put it in. She couldn’t take it anymore and at that moment. He pressed into her, her eyes lit up with pleasure. He let out a moan of pure ecstasy.
His left hand cupping and caressing her tits. Using his fingers to pinch and rub her nipples. His right arm holding her waist pressed along the bed. Guiding her in his rhythm. His forward thrusts being greeted and matched by her backward ones. Their mind and body were in sync. She cried out in pleasure, “Oh god keep fucking me deeper, don’t stop fuck me. Please keep making me cum on your dick?” She was giving in to the chain of orgasms, each one bigger than the last, and more intense each time. She didn’t notice his hand leaving her breasts, until she felt the pressure on her clit. His movements shot her pleasure further forward. Her movements felt automatic. For the first time in her life, she squirted, this man made her cum so hard she squirted a lot.
She felt his cock tense and his Rhythm break. He was going to cum soon, and she wanted it, but not inside of her, not this time. She moved with a quick thrust up and pushing him out of her. He know what was coming next. She put him back into her mouth, and this time she wanted him to cum. As he did, he came as hard as he ever had. She felt the joy of him, and she kept milking him with her tongue and hand. Continuing to suck his cock and swallow his cum, with sensual moans. Until there was nothing else, she had taken it all from him, and he from her.
He brought her up to his face, and they kissed with the passion of long lost lovers. Lost lovers really seeing each other for the first time. They wrapped themselves in each other and made each other new again.
As it is the way of them, getting dressed and heading back downstairs was all too obvious a thing. They danced the night away, a enjoyed the nights music. They both knew what each was thinking, we need to do this again real soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/oob17f/the_receptionist_who_loved_mefictionoriginal
Very nice, Mr Milton. (Takes notes.)
Bravo 💐 beautifully written, slow and steamy!