You know that feeling when you first meet someone that you find attractive?
Your body tingles, your eyes seem to take in more detail than the could just a few seconds before, and there’s a sudden nervousness that washes over you— like you just walked into a job interview and you REALLY want to be liked.
When I first met Shiela, it was all of that—but more.
I was with my wife at a boring office party, and Shiela was the wife of my wife’s coworker.
See? We’re already off to a shaky moral start, aren’t we.
When we first got a glimpse of each other, there was an instant connection… an intensity that I couldn’t explain, and I prayed that neither my wife or her husband could sense it too.
Her dress was green, long, and appropriate for what you would expect the spouse of a corporate professional to wear at an office party.
Even though everything was covered, my eyes were able to make out every inch of her that the fabric clung to.
My brain erased all the needless cloth that draped and billowed, and left only the soft curves and hard lines for me to gaze at.
When someone is sexually attracted to you, it’s easy to see the signs if you just know how to spot them.
Her eyes kept finding their way to mine, and with each passing glance, her smile would grow larger.
She began to laugh loudly, which drew my attention back to her every time.
When we found ourselves in the same small group of people talking about politics or the current managers ineptitude at running the company, her hands couldn’t keep still.
I looked up and saw a single hair fall out of order and dance in front of her brilliantly green eyes. She reached up and pulled the errand strand away; tucking it behind her ear.
When she made this small correction, her eyes met mine and she smiled again.
Her lips pulled back and exposed just enough of her teeth to create a stark contrast from the blood red hue of her lipstick.
This time, there was something different behind her smile. Something much more sensual and forbidden.
Her husband was too busy telling some bullshit story about a major accomplishment I’m not really sure anyone cared about to notice.
She leaned into him and stage whispered loud enough for me to hear that she needed to use “the little girls room.”
He nodded thoughtlessly and continued his boring tale without so much as giving her a single look.
His story was boring be from its beginning. It was one of those “I did something and I deserve more credit for it” stories, and it was really more an excuse to hear himself talk than anything else.
As she walked away, just before she got to the main hallway she would need to turn down to get to the “little girls room,” she paused and gave me a brief, if-I-hadn’t-been-watching-every move-she-made-I-would’ve-missed-it-look.
My wife was feigning interest in this assholes story, and he was so clearly still in the first act of an epic tale that I knew was going to take a while.
“I need to find the toilet,” I whispered.
She smiled and nodded silently, not wanting to interrupt the assholes boring tale.
I left the circle of my wife’s coworkers and headed towards the main hallway the beautiful brunette had just headed down.
When I got to the turn she had paused to give me a look, I could see her further up the hall, pausing again to see if I was fallowing.
There’s no way I wouldn’t.
She smiled again, pushed open the door she was facing, and disappeared inside it.
My feet moved without any command to do so from my brain.
My heart thumped in my chest like a jackhammer at an open mic night.
My face tightened as excited nervousness coursed through my veins.
I got to the door she’d entered, only slightly surprised that it wasn’t the bathroom door at all.
It was her husbands office.
When I entered, she sat on her husbands desk facing me.
“What are you doing in here?” She asked, straight faced. “Why did you follow me?”
Her questions seemed so sincere that for a second, I honestly thought I’d misread the entire lead up to this moment.
She must’ve seen the confusion on my face, because she dropped her ruse and laughed.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she nearly purred.
“Yeah?” I asked, pulling the door fully closed behind me.
“MmHmm…” she said, spreading her legs as wide as the dress would allow before using one finger to beckon me over.”
“I’m Tom,” I said, trying to fill the silence with small talk.
“I don’t care, Tom.” She said through a sly smirk.
“And you?”
“You want my name?” She asked, slightly amused. “Why? Are you going to friend me on Facebook? You gonna send me a Christmas card?”
She laughed again.
“Just curious,” I shrugged, as I closed the distance between us.
“Shiela,” she said with enough hesitation that I couldn’t tell if she was hesitating to say her actual name or hesitating until she thought up a good enough pseudonym.
Without another word between us, she reached out and pulled me towards her.
I lost balance at the surprise of her strength, and fell into her, my hips pressing against the silky fabric that stretched between her knees.
Our lips hovered apart by mere centimeters, and for the first time I could smell the freshness of her skin.
Shiela’s eyes widened , and I was rewarded with the brightest shade of green Id ever seen shining back at me.
Her lips pulled back as her smile widened even more.
“You just gonna stare at me, Tom?” She asked. “Or are you gonnna fuck me?”
I brought her lips to mine and kissed her hard. I could taste her lipstick, as she pressed back into me.
“We don’t have long, Tommy,” she whispered directly into my ear before biting my lobe hard enough to cause a small amount of pain.
She was right.
We didn’t have long.
The asshole may finish his story early, or the hostages he’s holding may revolt and flee.
We had to make use of this time now.
I dropped to my knees and pushed her dress up and out of my way. I reached for her panties so I could remove them, and was surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any.
“Hey, Tom?” She said call coquettishly.
I looked up to see her twirling a small bit of fabric around a single finger.
“I took them off as soon as I got in the room,” she smiled.
Without hesitation, I pushed her dress up further to see her remarkably well maintained bush.
As much as I wanted to admire the work she put into grooming, I knew we didn’t have time.
I lunged toward her and stopped quickly, letting my mouth hover just above her hot awaiting pussy.
Her legs tightened when she expected to feel my mouth, and then I could sense her confusion when my mouth never landed.
I savored the wait.
I took a few slow deep breaths , pushing my breaths out in a way so that she could feel just how close I actually was.
“Oh, you like to tease, Tommy boy?” She asked through gritted teeth.
I smiled a smile she couldn’t see, and then ever so slightly, flicked my tongue against her clit.
The shock of my surprise movement caused her body to tense up again.
I went back to my hover and breathed her in again.
“You son of a bitch,” she purred. “You’re just going to tease me?”
To answer her question, I licked her again, slightly longer this time.
I could feel her body writhing as I played with her.
I went back to my hover.
“Tick-tock, tommy,” She said, her breathing noticeably more shallow.
With that reminder, I brought my mouth down onto her fully.
My tongue danced around her clit wildly while my mouth enjoyed the taste and sensation of her practically perfect pussy.
“Fuck!” She moaned softly. “Fuck,” she moaned again slightly softer.
I could feel her body getting hotter and hotter as I used my mouth to bring her closer and closer to the outcome she so desired.
Her breathing became faster, and her legs wouldn’t stop moving as I made the special place between them mine.
She started holding her breath as the waves of pleasure continued to build inside her.
She was about to cum, and I wasn’t ready to allow that.
I backed away just as she was approaching her finish line and then I stood fully.
“What are you doing?” She asked flustered, her face and neck red from the rapidly circulating blood.
“Still playing,” I smirked. Then, grabbing her by her hips, I spun her on the desk so that she was now laying completely on it while I stood beside her.
I slid my two middle fingers into her mouth, and without hesitation, she sucked on them. I could feel her tongue swirling around my invading digits, and it only forced me to imagine how incredible she must be at the act of giving head.
But, I wasn’t ready for that.
I removed my fingers from her mouth and slid them both into her incredibly hot pussy.
She arched her back and raised her hips slightly to ensure my fingers were in as far as they would go.
Then, curling my fingers slightly upward, I began to pump my arm up and down— stimulating her clitoral wall from the inside.
I could not only feel her getting wetter and wetter, but I could hear it too.
After only a few seconds, I got what I was looking for.
Her body tightened, and her pussy quivered as she shot wave after wave of hot fluid onto my hand.
She squirted.
“What?” She gasped, struggling to breathe. “I’ve never…” she started to speak, but I repeated the same pumping movements and sent her through another wave of orgasmic bliss.
Once again hot jets of clear fluid shot out of her and puddled on the edge of her husbands desk.
“Fuck…” she whispered through a dry throat.
“What’s that?” I asked, spinning her again so that her legs were now around my hips.
“Fuck…me…please…” she said, using shaky hands to try and unbuckle my belt.
I pushed her hands away and unfastened my belt quickly. She watched as I unbuttoned my pants and slowly unzipped my zipper.
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips as she saw my hard cock emerge from where it had been hiding.
It throbbed in my hand as I moved it directly over her sopping wet pussy.
Using only the head of my manhood, I pressed it against her pussy lips and felt their warm accepting embrace.
I wanted to take more time to tease her, but she grabbed my hips and pulled me down, thrusting my cock all the way into her warmth.
To say it felt perfect would be an understatement.
It was sublime.
Her back arched again as I thrust myself into her over and over again.
Our bodies worked together like a well oiled machine as we continued to fuck madly on the desk.
“Tick-tock” she whispered in my ear. “Better hurry up and cum for me.”
Her voice was like silk, and her body was like perfection.
My cock was throbbing inside her, and I could feel the wave approaching it’s peak.
“Cum inside me,” she whispered directly into my ear, causing every hair on my neck to stand erect. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I pressed myself hard into her again and again until I could hold it no longer.
I took a sharp inhale as my balls relented and erupted with a thick and heavy load deep into Shiela’s quivering pussy.
She pressed up into me, taking all of it and smiling like a cat who just ate the mouse.
“Time to get back to the party,” she said, still grinning from ear to ear.
“You’re probably right,” I said, slowly withdrawing myself from her.
She jumped off the table and dropped to her knees to take my cock fully in her mouth.
I was startled by her sudden movement, but the silky feeling of her mouth froze me in my tracks.
My toes curled as she cleaned and slurped every inch of my throbbing shaft.
“All better,” she said, standing up and giving my chest two quick slaps to assure me the job was completed.
She pulled her panties on and up her dress and then started to walk out the door.
“Wait,” I said, stopping her in her tracks. “Can we do this again?”
She smiled and opened the door.
“The Christmas party is only a few months away,” she said before walking out of the door and back to the rest of the party.