o[f]fice sexual tension daydrea[m]

The sexual tension is almost too much to handle. The subtle brush of an arm, touching knees under conference room tables, off handed comments whispered to turn the other on. There have been “jokes” of mutual masturbation, spanking, punishments…

Maybe one day we will finally be the only ones left in the office. I’ll saunter downstairs into your office. The hallway dark, everyone will have gone home for the day.

My 38DD tits will look inviting in a tank top, complimenting my round ass in my pencil skirt and heels. Earlier, we were in an important meeting together sneaking eye contact across a crowded room. Now, as I walk into your office you make no secret of staring right at my tits. I smile,
I know I finally have you right where I want you.

“Hey.” you’d say, trying to look me in the eye.

“Hi, it’s quiet down here.”

“I know, I had to stay and finish this memo.”

“Let me see…” I say as I move past you, lean over your desk to read the computer, my ass out.

“Mmm…”

“Yes?” I’d prompt you.

he [f]inally slaps [m]y pussy again.

It’s been years since he made me squirt and cum all over myself for hours tied to my kitchen chair. Blindfolded, bound, hot wax dripping down my tits. Blacking out for hours of pleasure, under his control – his light caress on my clit, sharp slaps of my ass and pussy, bites on my nipple.

In the years since, we have both had partners and significant others. But despite that, cannot seem to break the undeniable connection between us. The memories of control and submission are too vivid to move past. We talk about doing it again, but someone always loses their nerve. Usually it was me, scared of being vulnerable and needing his touch as badly as I did before.

For some reason on this day, when we were supposed to be meeting for lunch, I felt it clear as day. I needed it. I wanted him and I didn’t care. He casually mentioned it as an option but I shot him down. I didn’t want him to think it was a given – in case I lost my nerve again. But I knew I wouldn’t. As I got dressed when he was on his way, I slipped on a black lace bikini and see through black lace bra under my jeans and low cut tank top. Already wet at the thought of his reaction to them, knowing hours before I knew it was a foregone conclusion.