I glance at my watch… 07:15 pm… way past your working hours. The elevator doors open after a ding, signalling my arrival at your office floor. I step into the dim lights, taking a second to straighten my black dress. I scan the floor… not a person in sight, everyone being home by now.
I start towards your office, carrying a bag containing your favorite pink sauce pasta and a couple of pieces of brownies, wanting to surprise you by bringing dinner to you on another night of working late. My heels echo through the empty space as I make my way towards your office door.
Not bothering to knock, I ease the door open, as to not interrupt whatever you’re working on. Sure enough, you don’t notice me as I peek inside… my heart fluttering warmly as my eyes land on you… seeing your eyes fixated on your computer screen, a slight frown of concentration wrinkling your forehead… making me smile… always having loved that look on you.
A few seconds later, I watch you sit back in your chair, your eyes scanning the screen… signalling that you have finished what you were doing. I grab the opportunity, knocking twice on the door to get your attention. I walk in as you look up, “I brought dinner!” I announce with a smile, holding up the bag of food.
I walk to your desk, listening to you say that you’ve got to finish up some work before you could eat… the stress evident in your face and tense posture. I place the bag on one of the chairs before your desk as you return to working. I make my way around the desk to your chair… longing to make you feel better… to make you feel relaxed.
I stand behind your chair… placing my hands on your shoulders… my eyes jumping to the screen, wishing I could help you with what you’re doing but knowing I can’t. Instead, I apply some pressure on your shoulders, squeezing slightly… wanting to work the tension out of your muscles.
I continue kneading gently, moving my thumbs in circular motions… my hands slowly moving outwards before making their way inwards again. I feel you relax slightly beneath my hands… making me feel exceptionally delighted.
I lean down, planting my lips on the top of your head for a long kiss… breathing in your scent… wanting to communicate my endless appreciation for you… hoping you can translate it from my actions… my hands continuing to work your shoulders…
I remove my lips slowly… feeling your head turning upwards… giving me access to your forehead… allowing me to softly kiss it as well as I feel the warmth of your right hand on mine… not stopping me… instead, I feel you moving it to your face… feeling the warmth and softness of your lips pressing against my palm… making my heart swell with joy… glad that I could distract you temporarily.
I raise my lips off your forehead… moving to your left temple, taking my time kissing your skin… my left hand wandering down your chest over your shirt… feeling your body as I use my right hand to tilt your head slightly… just enough to give me access to your lips.
I leave a trail of kisses on the side of your face… stopping to gently nibble on your ear lobe… continuing down your jaw to your lips… capturing them with mine in a slow, passionate kiss… putting everything I feel towards you into it… our lips embracing each other in longing… morphing together into one being… feeding off each other’s need for the other… our tongues meeting between our connected lips… slithering together and familiarizing themselves with each other before they explore the other’s mouth… carefully dancing to the tune of our indestructible passion…
My left hand travels up your body… sliding under your shirt… feeling your warm skin… feeling your racing heartbeat… matching mine… knowing you’re into this as much as I am as our kiss grows more desperate… more needy… more agressive… our breathing growing heavier and shallower… our gentle passion giving way to undeniable lust and intense desire.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zqss4x/office_blowjob_part1_f20_m32