Never in my life had I felt so burned-out, so tired, old. I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror – I looked wrinkly and my eyes seemed to have lost their brightness and glow. And I really couldn’t stand my body anymore. I felt caged in a body deserted of youth and beauty. There I was – older than I wanted to feel and uglier than I wanted to be. But no matter that, life continued and my office job was waiting for me. So I did my best, put on some decent clothes and a nice, fake smile and headed for the shiny high-rise building that was going to be my place of work for the next eight hours.
Nothing spectacular happened and the working hours were crawling towards six o’clock in a sadistically sloth-like manner. Right before I wanted to pack my stuff and go back to my place, Sue showed up and informed me that an IT specialist was going to show up in half an hour and that I had the honor of staying here longer and showing him to the server room. Everybody left the office and there I was sitting on my desk waiting for that stupid guy. I was then pacing around and found myself staring at the mirror in the conference room. It was a sore sight and I felt sorry for myself. And I hate people who indulge in self-pity. And I hated myself for having become one of these.
“You like what you see?”. The voice behind me startled me and almost made me jump. Without turning around, I simply said “No, not at all. I look awful.” I was surprised about my own words. This truthful answer had simply slipped out of my mouth. I now felt even more self-conscious. Slowing turning around I found myself face-to-face with a stunningly handsome young man. He simply stood there and showed me a wonderful cheeky smile. “Well… It’s probably not for me to tell, but I think you look beautiful.” It felt like my jaw had dropped all the way to the floor and I had no idea how long I stood there without saying anything, showcasing utter astonishment. However, at some point I must have started smiling unconsciously because he smiled back at me and said “You see? What a beautiful smile you have.”
“Thanks” was all I could say. Still feeling rather awkward I showed him out of the room and led him to the tiny server room at the very back of the open-plan office. Without further ado he started fiddling around with wires and buttons and what-know-what. I stayed. Faking interest and watching closely what he was doing. Or rather watching *him* closely. He was tall, slender and his shirt stretched over his broad shoulders. His hair was a bit too long, so he constantly had to brush his tousled hair out of his face. I tried to remember when I last saw someone so attractive. And I really couldn’t remember someone saying something nice about me. Musing about his nice words and appearance made me unaware of how much I was staring at him. Suddenly he stood in front of me. He had a manly, musky smell and grinned at me with a boyish, broad smile. I was pretty sure that I must have blushed.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to stare… well I wanted to stare…but I’m sorry about that. It’s just that I hadn’t been told anything nice lately. And I must confess that I enjoyed you calling me beautiful.” “Well, you are”, he said, moving a bit closer. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel cornered. In fact, I wanted him to move even closer to me. He didn’t, though, and just kept piercing me with his eyes. Without thinking I made a step towards him and stood on my tiptoes and gave him a soft, innocent kiss on his cheek. Quickly turning away I left the room and hurried back to my desk. What I had I been thinking? Kissing a stranger? What had gotten into me? I was literally hiding my face in my palms, standing next to my desk, when I heard him approach from behind. He stood very close and I could feel his breath on my neck. Suddenly his hands touched my shoulders and softly, slowly moved along the lines of my body. A tingling feeling – like tiny sparks – followed the movements of his warm hands. Their journey ended on my hips, where he rested them.
“Do you tell all women that they are beautiful?”, I asked. “No. Only if it’s true. And only if I see that they don’t know it.” I closed my eyes, leaning a bit backwards, resting my body softly against his. “You know, I feel awful these days”, I told him, again surprising myself with this newly-found honesty. “Yeah. That happens to the best of us, doesn’t it?” Nobody said anything and his words resonated in the room. He kissed me softly on my neck. His lips warm close to my skin, he asked “Shall I make you believe? Believe that you’re beautiful?”
Instead of answering I turned around. Our lips instantly locked. It was a passionate kiss and the salty warmth of his lips made me forget how I felt just 15 minutes ago. A tingling vibration inside of me deepened the kiss. Our tongues touched and I could feel his hands moving upwards, cupping my face. He pressed harder against my body now and our kiss became more heated and less self-conscious. I could feel the bulge in his jeans, pressing eagerly against my belly. My hands found themselves in his hair, on his torso and his butt. I realized how much I had needed this. How much I had missed this feeling of a body pressed against mine, of hands all over me. I felt light-headed, almost brainless. Oh, what a bliss!
Unlocking our lips, we both were almost gasping for air. His hands grabbed my butt and he lifted me a little bit so that I now sat on my own desk. He started unbuttoning my blouse and I could feel my nipples pressing hard against the bra. Within seconds he had shoved down the cups of my bra and started kissing my breast and licking my nipples. His tongue felt so warm and soft against my sensitive skin and I felt like melting underneath his hot breath. He made me feel worshipped and I had forgotten my woeful thoughts about my no longer perky boobs and my increasingly wobbly belly. Holy shit! I felt like coming just by him licking my nipples.
As if he had heard my thoughts, he looked up, playfully smiled and winked at me. Winked! I mean, really? That facial expression was oozing roguish youthfulness. How old was he? 30? 27? I couldn’t follow this train of thoughts because his tongue moved down my belly and he swiftly opened and pulled down my pants and underwear. A next thought rushed through my half-working brain: Had I shaved? Oh God… I hadn’t, I was almost sure. Without warning, however, he got down on his knees, spread my legs and I could see his beautiful face disappear between them. And he knew what he was doing. The warmth of his breath and his tongue made me moan and arch my back. One moment his tongue was softly circling my clit and the next moment he was licking my slit all the way. My breathing grew heavier and heavier and I already felt close to exploding. I felt a last movement of his tongue and then he stood up. With a kinky smile on his face, he asked “Feeling better yet?”.
Again, I didn’t answer and instead started fumbling around with the buttons of his jeans. When I had pushed his boxers down, I touched his dick. First softly moving along the shaft and then slowly increasing pressure. The soft skin of his cock contrasted perfectly with its hardness. While I was stroking his dick, we kissed again. For me the kiss was above passionate – it was urgent, raw and it felt strikingly natural. I had completely forgotten that I was kissing a total stranger and even was wrapping my hand tightly around his dick. His hands moved down to my hips, moving me a bit closer to the edge of the desk. He started kissing my neck and caressing my breasts and I could feel his cock getting even harder. Without hesitating I let him enter my pussy. He first moved slowly and carefully making me feel this sense of completion. When he moved in and out it felt like gliding into a hot bath on a cold winter’s evening.
He looked at me – still with a boyish smile on his face. But I could see, I could sense, the arousal in his eyes. He wanted this badly. *I* wanted this badly. And – as if there had been an invisible sign – we knew that we both weren’t going to keep things slow any longer. His thrusts got more passionate and my whole body started moving along with his pushes. I felt his hard dick moving faster and faster and I could smell his manly saltiness when he leaned forward to lick my hard nipples. My fingers got lost in his disheveled hair again and my other hand moved along his back all the way down to his butt. He pressed so hard against me that he was rubbing my clit with every thrust and my body probably was signaling that I wasn’t too far from coming. My moans had turned into panting, and I could feel his heated body on my skin. I didn’t want to (because I had always been sure that it somehow sounds cheesy, even pathetic) but a “Please, please” escaped me and made him look at me. He moved faster and more determined now and without any further warning I climaxed. And a few pushes later he also came.
He collapsed above me, burying me and my body. I felt so satisfied, so complete and light-headed that I even giggled a bit. On my desk, at my workplace, with a total stranger on top of me, I giggled softly and couldn’t help myself but giving him the broadest smile possible. Again, he looked at me with, his beautiful face only inches away and smiling along with me. And all I could say was “Yeah. I must admit, I *am* feeling better now.”
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