In my office, the first time

We met at work, she was a coordinator for my boss. She was blonde and fearless and captivated me with her easy manner with everyone. Every word felt like flirting and she had this energy that was enthralling.

I can’t remember exactly how it started, but I made contact over Blackberry Messenger, those were the days eh?

We started flirting gently and then more seriously. There was such naughtiness to her that I found utterly infectious and I wanted her badly. I would crave her in between our conversations.

She was slim, with these lovely shapely legs and a small enticing bum. She had the greatest pair of breasts I had ever seen, the contrast to her small frame was incredible. She had green blue eyes and a mouth that seemed to be made to smirk. This was all topped off with a truly filthy laugh.

She had a penchant for wearing short skirts and blouses that emphasised everything that was fantastic about her figure.

Before long I was talking to her about her underwear, and how I hoped she didn’t wear any knickers under those skirts of hers. She liked this line of conversation.

“Maybe I won’t.” she said.

We would only see each other at work once or twice a week, as we worked in different operations. As a regional coordinator she would travel to my site, where truth be told I was not enjoying my job running a failing operation. Or I would often have to go to headquarters where she was based.

On this particular day she was coming to my site for the first time since we had started really flirting. She turned up in a short grey pencil skirt and tight white blouse, undone enough to give a hint of cleavage. She had tights or stockings on and black high heels. She looked ravishing.

Shortly after arriving I invited her for a coffee.

“I have a few things to do down here,” she said. “Then I will come and find you in your office. Maybe in an hour or two?”

I nodded and went away to clear my diary.

An hour or so later she knocked on my office door and came in, closing the door behind her.

“Hi.” I said. My heart was racing a little bit. She looked so good.

“Hi.” She said moving to the desk I was sitting behind. She sat down on one of the chairs I had placed in front of the desk and we started to chat. We talked about what she was doing with my team. We talked about how shit work was at the moment, we talked about people we both knew. We talked about the blandest stuff in the world, but all the while our eyes were fixed on each other. My heart was fluttering as I played it cool, but I was not feeling that cool.

I wanted to say something more.

She was sitting with a leg crossed as she talked to me and her skirt rode up her thigh a little. As she talked it moved a little higher again, she was laughing at a story about someone or other and her movements were making more of her thigh visible. I could see the beginnings of a stocking top under her skirt and my voice caught in my throat. I love stockings. I had told her this.

“You’re wearing stockings.” I said to her, in a soft voice that I know is full of lust.

She smiled at me with that smirk of hers.

“I am. Well spotted.”

I stared at her a moment, my mouth suddenly quite dry. I felt her watching me. I swallow.

“Show me.” I said.

She bit her lip and stood up. I watched her move around the desk in front of me. The only sounds I heard were her heels clipping on the hard floor of my office and the pounding of my heart as she moved in front of me. She rested her bottom against the desk and is standing only inches in front of me now. I look up at her, her breasts are face height as she stood there.

She moved her hands to her sides and gently inched her skirt up with both hands. Her eyes looked intently into mine the whole time. I looked down at her waist and saw the top of her stockings start to appear where she had pulled the skirt up a few inches.

I reached out a hand and touched the back of her thigh just above the knee, the feeling of her stockings warm and smooth under my fingers. I ran my fingers up and down the back of her thigh slowly, just to the bottom edge of her skirt. No higher. I looked into her eyes as I did, her smirk was still on her lips but she had an intense expression on her face. I knew her heart was pounding just like mine.

I moved my hand down the back of her thigh again and then slowly back up, and under the skirt, feeling the top of her stockings. They were hold ups and her skin was so soft, so smooth where the stockings ended. Feeling her skin was electric. I feltl her start a little when I touched her there, I felt her body respond. She bit her lip again. I moved my hand around to the front of her thigh just above the knee.

“Open your legs.” I told her. Looking at her so intently. “I want to know whether you wear knickers under your skirt.”

She moved a little back onto the desk, more sitting than just leaning on it. She opened her legs a little and the skirt rode up a little higher. Two things happened that took my breath away. The first is I caught the scent of her sex, of her arousal almost the moment her legs open. I’d never known a scent like it, rich and intoxicating. It was strong, not subtle, and it made my insides clench. The second was as I shifted in my chair and realised I had a massive hard on. It was so hard it poked obviously through my trousers.

I moved my fingers up her thigh, over the nylon and then the warm soft skin. She opened her legs wider as I moved them higher and her scent engulfed me. I knew before I got to the top she wasn’t wearing any knickers and it thrilled me beyond words. I loved this scent.

My fingers found her bush, soft and light and fine haired. It felt cute under my touch and as I moved them below to her sex she murmured delightfully.

“No knickers. What a good girl.” I said to her as I slid a finger along her lips. She was so wet, it felt incredible.

She smiled at me, “I thought you’d like that.”

“I don’t think you should ever wear knickers when you’re around me.” I said to her, as I slipped my finger gently around her clit. She murmured deliciously.

“OK then.” She said, breathlessly as I played with her.

“Promise me.” I said to her, my finger sliding inside her. She was tight and wet and so warm around my finger as I pushed inside her.

“Oh fuck.” She said, “Yes, I promise.”

She lent forward as my fingers played with her and she kissed me then, gentle generous lips and her tongue vibrant slipping into my mouth. Her kisses were as delicious as her pussy felt and I murmured into them. I am not sure how long we kissed for, but it made my headswim and I was aware of my whole hand becoming wet with her juices. I knew I was edging her but also that she was fighting the orgasm off.

We broke for air and I watched her as I slid two fingers inside her again. The smell of her sex was now everywhere. Her legs were wide now, her skirt high around her waist. I could see her little blonde triangle of hair and her ever-so-pink lips, with my fingers inside them.

“Cum for me.” I said to her, my fingers moving against her front wall, finding the spot. Whether it was my words or that I had just found the right spot, she came for me, hard and intensely, muffling her own cries on her fist as she did. Her other hand gripped my wrist and held me there while I continued to move gently inside her. I watched as she came. Loving the moment of ecstasy rolling across her face.

She was breathless for a few moments as she gently guided my hand away from her pussy. My whole hand was wet and a little sticky. Her scent was on it strongly, especially the fingers that had been inside her. I licked those fingers while she watched me. Her smirk and flashing eyes watching me with interest, with elation. Her pupils were massive.

After a few moments, she eased off the desk and smoothed herself down, wriggling her hips as she eased the skirt back in place.

“Right. I have to go and see the claims team for a while. Will you be here when I finish in an hour or so?”

“Yeah.” I nod. I’m not going anywhere. My thoughts are still scrambling.

“Good.” She said, leaning forward to kiss me gently on the lips. Her hand reached into my lap and she took my hard cock in hand and gently squeezed it. I groaned gently into the kiss.

“Keep this for me won’t you?” She said, her hand caressing it playfully through my trousers.

She let go and stood up and turned away to walk out of the room. She gave me one last look and smirked as she headed out of the door, “Your office really smells of sex.” She said walking out of the door and closing it behind her.

I sat for a few moments, trying to gather my thoughts. My cock was bulging and so aching, and she was right, my office smelt of sex. Well of her sex, a scent I had never known before. I loved it. I sniffed my fingers, they still smelt strongly of her cunt. This only made my cock throb all the more.

I sent her a message.

I am throbbing.

She sent a reply.

Good.

My office smells like your sex.

Good.

I can’t stop thinking about you. With no knickers on.

That’s the idea. I don’t want you to. Keep thinking about that and how wet I am. Now go back to work, I have things to do.

So I pretended to read emails, and I sniffed my fingers and I thought about her without knickers on and the smell of her sex surrounded me and I counted every moment until she finished and came back to my office.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11kw4kv/in_my_office_the_first_time