An O[f]fice Hours [M]eeting

She checks herself in the mirror before heading out the door, wondering if her skirt gives too much away. She brings her dark curls over her shoulders and adjusts the bow on her sleeveless silk blouse. It’s a little too thin to be worn with her cream lace bra but it matches her cheeky panties. As she zips up her ankle boots, she thinks about how silly she’s being, dressing up for him as if he’d care. She throws on a light knee length coat for the walk to meet him for office hours, slinging her bag over her shoulder and shaking her head to herself.

He sits at his desk, grading papers. Or at least trying to. His mind keeps wandering to a certain student. One he hopes is on her way. He runs his hands through his already messy hair, trying to think logically. It’s not like anything could happen. Even if she was interested, which he realizes is an absurd thought. He unbuttons his shirtsleeves, suddenly a little too warm. He picks up the next paper in the stack, tapping his pen as he tries to read.

She approaches his office to find the door open. She takes advantage of the fact that he hasn’t looked up to take in his appearance. Jacket discarded to the back of his chair, shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, showing off his strong forearms as he studies whatever is on his desk. She bites her lip at his furrowed brow before looking around to make sure no one noticed her staring. She takes a deep breath and knocks cautiously on the door frame.

His head snaps up. His smile makes her melt.

“Are you busy? I can come back later” she stammers nervously.

“Come on in.” He motions to the chair across the desk from him, trying to sound casual. She looks amazing, as usual. He sighs to himself.

She walks over and sits down, setting her bag on the floor.

“You wanted to discuss your project?”

“Um, yes.” She grabs work out her bag, glad to have something to do with her hands. As her computer boots up, she shrugs out of her coat.

He’s happy she is distracted by bringing up her work so his eyes can wander. He watches as her curls fall forward. As she bites her lip as she focuses. As her blouse falls open slightly. He catches a glimpse of lace. Is he asking for too much to think she wore it for him?

He asks how her day has been and the tension lightens as she recants a story from her morning class. They quickly fall into easy conversation. He smiles at her soft, melodic laughs. She blushes at his throaty chuckles.

His phone rings.

“Sorry, just a moment”

She nods. “of course.”

She runs her fingers over her keyboard, opening her presentation, trying not to eavesdrop. It’s just a minute or two before he returns.

“My apologies.”

“No worries.” She smiles lightly

Damn, that smile. He lets out a breath. “I suppose we should get to the project anyways. Why don’t you show me where you’re having trouble?” He walks around the desk to peer over her shoulder.

The air feels thick again.

She watches him round the desk, suddenly aware of every swallow as she tries to go over her work. She nervously bites her lip and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she feels him behind her.

He’s stands as close as he can without actually touching her, his hand on the desk as he leans in to see the computer. Not without first scanning down her body.

Her breath hitches as she feels his on her neck. She’s terrified he’ll hear her rapidly beating heart. She flushes at the thought.

He tries to keep his breathing even and eyes on the screen but they keep flashing to her neck. Wondering what it’d be like to kiss down…no! His rational brain kicks in, stopping the train of thought.

He focuses on what she is saying until he catches an extra glimpse of milky thigh as she crosses her legs. Did she do that on purpose? The devil must of created short skirts.

She turns to meet his eyes as she talks and gets a jolt of electricity as her hand brushes his arm. She swears she saw a slight bulge in his pants but quickly dismisses the thought.

Every accidental touch sends shivers, both wondering what is really an accident.

His hand brushes against her nipple as he motions to something on the screen. She holds her breath hoping he can’t see them poking through her blouse. But what if he did? She can’t help the thought.

His pulsing heart overwhelms him, the thud echoing in his ear as he inches closer, pushing boundaries.

As he gently exhales on her neck, he feels the familiar sensation of pre cum trickling down his leg in anticipation and hope.

The smell of his aftershave is intoxicating as he gets even closer. His breath hot on her neck. She leans back in her chair, her back brushes against his hardness. Did he lean into it? She wonders. She instantly feels wet.

He studies her breathing, trying to determine how to act. How far he can push. Every time she nervously chews her bottom lip, he imagines taking it between his teeth…

Her breath hitches as she tries to answer all his questions casually but he’s standing so close. She turns her head back to face him and can’t stop staring at his lips.

Just as he’s wondering if he can close the remaining distance, so tempted to grab her and throw her down on his desk, she turns and stands up. She loses her balance as if forgetting how close he was and his hands instinctively reach to her hips to steady her, loving an excuse to touch her again. She grows wetter at even the simple contact.

Gripping her tightly he tries to say something to lighten the tension, but his fingertips suggest otherwise. Shivers shoot down her spine as his hands grab her hips. She uses the excuse to steady herself and places her hand on his arm, the other on the desk behind her.

He continues to speak softly and takes this chance to brush her hair gently with his hand. The other finding its way to the small of her back. She arches into him a bit, instinctively, her breath quickening.

He tries to read this moment and asks if she’s okay, one hand now back on her hips with one gently stroking down her back. She just nods in response, unable to form words, her throat dry.

He knows he’s milliseconds from leaning in to kiss her, just wanting to see if she jumps first. He knows his cock is now throbbing into her body in their embrace. He tries to lock eyes.

Feeling his searching gaze, she finds the courage to meet his gaze, knowing, though, that if she does, she’s a goner. That if he moved even an inch closer, she’d give in.

She looks up at him through her long dark lashes with innocent yet pleading eyes.

That’s all he’s looking for. That unspoken agreement in her eyes. He reads this as his opportunity to sit her on the edge of his desk, now with much more clear intentions.

His hand gently finds the spot just above her knee. That very spot where he could easily open her thighs and find what he so desperately now has to have.

Emboldened by the look in his eyes, she reaches for his tie, winding it around her hand to pull him in as she parts her thighs enough to let him fit his body between them.

This is it. That moment before a crash where your life flashes, but now it’s that flash of everything that’s about to happen. He’s kissing her lips before she can even blink.

She reacts instantly. She presses her body against his as one hand grabs his hair and the other around his back, reaching towards the back of his neck. His hands work on mapping every inch of her body. She wraps a leg around his waist so she can feel his hardness against her. He rocks against her as his kisses move from her lips to her neck and ears. Her breath quickens as his hands work to remove her top. He smirks to himself as he reveals the cream lace he spied earlier, running his palm over her breasts. Impatiently wanting to feel his skin against hers, she loosens his tie so she can unbutton his shirt. He revels in her soft moans as he nips, licks, and kisses, using them as a guide to give her what she wants.

She runs her hands over his now exposed chest and then runs her nails lightly down his back. He deftly reaches behind her to remove her bra before beginning to lick and kiss her nipples as he starts to squeeze her hips and ass, slowly petting and stroking her thighs and over her pussy with her panties still on. He wants to feel her breathing escalate, to know she’s as lost in him as he is in her.

Every kiss, every embrace, growing closer to the inevitable.

At feeling his hot breath between kisses, she just wants more. She brings her hand around to caress the bulge in his pants. Quickly his hands move to her panties and gently trace over her aching pussy. Stroking her as he nibbles her lips and continues kissing her neck and hard nipples.

She lets out a long, soft moan as he slowly slides her panties aside to feel her wetness before bringing his finger to his lips to taste her sweetness. Spurred on by his touch, she locks eyes with him as she unbuckles his belt and undoes his fly, finally freeing his hard dick. He hungrily searches for her lips, kissing fiercely as they continue to stoke each other.

He trails one hand down her thigh, guiding her leg around his waist. She instinctively follows with the the other leg, feeling him press against her. Eyeing the love seat off to the side of his office, he sweeps his hands under her, lifting her from the desk, before gently laying her down upon the couch. Not missing a beat, his hands slip under the waist of her panties, gently sliding them down and out of the way. He knows what he wants. She can see the hunger in his eyes and it matches hers.

He kisses her from her lips to her neck to her nipples and gently down her stomach before kissing her inner thighs. It makes her shudder and gasp. She feels his warm breath over her clit just before he moves in and kisses her beautiful pussy. She can’t help the moan that escapes her lips or how her hips arch into his touch. She tastes sweet and salty as his hands roam and explore her. She grips his shoulders and tries to bring him up, wanting to make him feel as good as he is making her. He looks up to meet her pleading gaze, smirks and shakes his head.

“you first” he says simply. His voice is husky yet stern and melts her into the couch. He continues to explore, licking, kissing, fingering. She’s helpless under his touch. Her skin is on fire. His fingers hit just the right spot as his tongue plays games.

“cum for me” he whispers. It’s as if that was all she needed. He feels her pussy tighten around his fingers. Her back arches as shudders course though her body.

He moves back up her body and kisses her as she lies there, breathing heavily, his cock dancing with excitement. She can taste herself on his tongue and it’s electrifying.

As she catches her breath, she reaches between them to run her hand up and down his cock. His hands never stopped exploring, wanted to touch every inch of her body.

He moves closer so that she is rubbing the tip of his cock over her clit. He rakes his teeth over her earlobe before whispering in her ear.

“I’m aching to fuck you but that feels so fucking good.” Her eyes snap to find his.

She moves him back and forth down the length of her wetness. Up and down. Up and down. Somehow, he starts controlling the movement, gently pressing the tip of his cock inside of her before sliding all the way back up over her clit.

“you’re teasing me” she breathes. But it feels so good.

“Yes” he smirks, gently pinching her nipples. Kissing her lips. She yearns to make him feel as good as he is making her but is complete putty under his touch.

As if he sees that in her eyes, he begins to enter her. Slowly.

Her moan is almost a sigh of relief as she feels him fill her. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he thrusts in sync with her moans, kissing her neck and nipples. She uses her legs to pull him in as deep as she can with each thrust, her hips coming up to meet him each time. His hands squeeze her ass and her nails dig into his back, which only syncs their rhythm more as they start to roll around. Fucking harder, faster.

She finds her way on top of him and his hands grab ahold of her hips while she takes control. She pushes her hands against his chest to sit up. He gently spanks her before grabbing her ass firmly. She bites her lip, trying not to moan too loudly, as she starts to circle her hips, feeling his strong grip guiding her as they got lost in the passion. Her head falls back as they find the perfect rhythm. Her nipples fiercely erect as his hand are all over her body. She wants more but also never wants it to end.

She leans forward to kiss him, pulling on his bottom lip with her teeth. She guides him to sit up with her, wanting more contact. Her legs return to around his waist, her forehead against his, her breath labored. He’s deep inside her and can’t stop drinking in her beauty with his eyes.

“so close” she gasps. At that, his finger finds her clit between them and she knows she’s gone.

She closes her eyes as she cums, pulsing around him. He knows he doesn’t have long. He continues to rock as she rides the waves of orgasm, nails raking his back.

“where do you want me to cum?” he whispers

“inside” she breathes “I want to feel you cum” it’s mere moments until she feels his cock pulse as his hot cum fills her. They collapse together, kissing as he’s still inside of her.

She tries to catch her breath to no avail. Instead her tongue explores his mouth, their bodies flushed. He welcomes her in.

This is only the beginning…

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