Office Romance

 

She was nervous. It had been so long since she’d been on a date that she… well, she couldn’t remember how long it had been. Life had gotten into a routine and as every routine tends to do, it had turned into a dull dreary pattern with no spice and certainly no romance. Darting around her house, straightening up here and there, she checked her 'pager' to be sure it was working. As important as this date was, her work was more important and, if summoned to the office, she’d be ready to go at a moments notice.

The sound of a car in the driveway caught her breath up short. He was here. She looked in the mirror, made sure lipstick wasn’t smeared on her teeth, smoothed her skirt and then her hair, took a deep breath, and… waited by the door. … Where was he? Surely he was coming in? Oh god, she was so nervous.

 ***

He was nervous. He sat in his car and looked at the house. He’d seen it before of course, but now it looked… almost sinister. What was going to happen tonight? His life had almost spiraled out of control over the last year and now… now he was going on a date.

They’d talked about this for weeks, but he didn’t know if he was ready. … Wait, what was he thinking? He was a guy, of course he was ready, but was she ready? Were they both ready to take the next step? It had been so long for him. The longest he’d ever gone without since he was in his teens. Heck, did he even know what to do on a date anymore? Did he still know how to woo a girl? The past year had been so crazy, especially the last several months… This was nuts. He felt like a kid on a first date. He got out of his car and approached the front door. Oh god, he was so nervous.

 ***

The doorbell rang, startling her out of silent thoughts. She fumbled with the knob, opening the door and saw him for the first time. Well, it wasn’t really the first time, but it sure felt like it.

Wow, he was handsome. Standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, a confident smile played across his face as his striking eyes looked right at her. Ohh, he was perfect, while she... she was a mess. She fluttered around him helplessly, taking the flowers, making inane small talk, directing him to a seat, almost tripping over her own feet in the process, and fleeing the room with the weak excuse of having to get the flowers into water.

Once in the kitchen, she noticed her hands were shaking and wondered what was wrong with her. She felt like a teenage girl again on her first date. Why hadn’t she bothered to get a new outfit for tonight, or at least taken the time to go to the hairdresser? She felt so frumpy while he looked so good in his shirt and tie. It was what he usually wore to the office of course, but he’d look good in anything, or in nothing... She pushed that thought out of her mind. Getting control of her nerves she trimmed the base of the flower stems and arranged them in a vase, checked on dinner still simmering away, and then, as casually as she could, walked to the living room to face him once again.

 ***

He was sitting on the sofa still dazed and lost in thought. When the door had opened he’d expected to see her, but he never imagined he’d see HER! She was still the same person he’d seen every day for such a long time now, but tonight she was different. Maybe it was because she wasn’t in her everyday clothes. Maybe it was a new blouse, or a new style of hair, or something she’d done, but whatever it was, wow, she was perfect. While he... he was a mess.

He’d stumbled into the house feeling like a heavy buffoon while she danced around as light as air. He’d mumbled something incoherent while thrusting the flowers forward and her smile lit up the room. She talked merrily about the weather and inquired about his day while directing him to sit and relax. She acted as the perfect host while he could barely put two words together. Fortunately she’d had to take care of the flowers and that had given him time to gather his wits about him. He was determined to make a good impression with her. He couldn’t look like a scared schoolboy, so he sat back in the sofa as casually as he could manage and waited for her return.

 ***

Somehow, they both managed to get through the wait before dinner. They talked about inconsequential things, the weather, news headlines, gas prices, anything that was sure to be a ‘safe’ topic. Just as they ran out of things to talk about and an uncomfortable silence settled, they were saved by the ‘ding’ of a kitchen timer.

Dinner started off as more of the same. Talk about the food, roast beef slowly cooked in a crock pot, herbed rice pilaf, salad with a mix of fresh vegetables. Talk about the wine, a room temperature Cabernet Sauvignon from Screaming Eagle vineyards. More talk and some joking about the origin of the vineyards' name. Then came dessert, fresh strawberry shortcake.

It was only a slice of pound cake, covered with slices of fresh strawberries, topped with a generous dollop of whipped cream, but to him it was home. He asked if she knew that his grandmother had made it for him every summer he’d gone to visit but she didn’t know that. She’d only made it because the strawberries had been fresh and on sale at the store. This led to him telling stories about his childhood that he’d never told anyone before and to her telling about her early days.

As she told one story, he picked up the whole strawberry that had originally garnished the top of his dessert. He swirled it through the small pile of whipped cream remaining on his plate and offered it to her. She stopped speaking and, with a smile on her face, opened her mouth. Slowly, so slowly, he moved his hand forward, carefully maneuvering the cream covered fruit between her lips. She bit into it tasting the sweet-tart strawberry and the even sweeter whipped cream. As he pulled the now crescent-shaped remains of the berry away, he could see that she’d gotten whipped cream on her upper lip.

Looking her straight in the eye, he leaned forward, moving his face closer to hers. Closer and closer he got, just as slowly as his hand moved the strawberry only a moment before. His heart beat faster at the thought of what he was doing. Her heart beat faster and faster the closer he got. Pausing just before their lips touched, his tongue darted out and licked the whipped cream off her lips. Her eyes got wide and she started to pull away, but before she could get more than an inch, his lips shot forward and he kissed her.

 ***

It was the most amazing sensation. He looked so strong, so rough and tough like most men, and yet his lips were the softest thing she’d ever felt. He didn’t press. He didn’t push forward. Soft and gentle, barely touching, just grazing the surface of her lips, his lips felt like a warm fire to her. She found herself responding, wanting more. She kissed him back. Her lips sought out his, kissing and pressing on him. Her arms, tentatively at first and then with strength, found his shoulders and wrapped themselves around him, holding herself to his muscular body. She found his lips responding to hers, working with her as their mouths melded together in a dance of joined passion. She was the first to open her mouth as her tongue slipped forward, only to find his mouth open and inviting and his tongue moving to explore hers.

Wanting to be closer to him, she rose from her chair and noticed that he did the same. This changed their angles and she found herself craning her neck upward to keep their kiss uninterrupted. Her arms were already tight around him and now she felt his hands on her back as his arms encircled her. Warmth flowed through her at the feeling of his body next to hers and her senses reeled. She could feel her knees getting weak and she feared she’d fall. Then she felt his muscles tense and, still locked in their kiss, she felt herself being picked off her feet and carried... She tensed - No, not upstairs! Not yet... carried toward the living room. And still the magical kiss continued.

 ***

Afterward, he never remembered moving. Somehow she wound up in his arms. He was sitting on the sofa again with her on his lap. That first kiss had ended at some point only to be followed by many more. He explored her face, kissing her chin, her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, working his way to the side, under her ear, her neck. He heard her gasp and moan and felt her arms clutch him tighter. His teeth lightly nibbled soft delicate skin and she shuddered in her desire.

With his face still pressed tightly to her neck, his eyes closed as he let his other senses take over. She smelled of wine and strawberries from their dinner, and also of some perfume reminiscent of flowers and vanilla and slightly musky. He heard her heavy breathing and slight moans as his lips and teeth continued savoring her skin. She tasted slightly salty, in a clean way, but also slightly bitter - that was the residue of the perfume. It smelled nice, but never tasted good. She felt... she felt like a dream come true.

His hands started out just wrapped around her, holding her tight to him. But she was clutching him tight enough for them both, so he loosened his hold and started exploring. He stroked his hands up and down her back, feeling the skin of her neck above her collar line. Her soft silky hair, running it through his fingers. Down her spine to the top of her skirt, across her waist to the outside of her hips and up her back again. After many passes like this, his hands slipped from the outside of her hips down her legs to her ankles. With her curled up on his lap, he could reach her entire body. Up the inside of her legs only as high as her knees, back to the outside of her legs up to her waist and then up her back again. When he reached her shoulders he alternated, going out her arms to her wrists and then back again to her shoulders. He was careful to never take his hands off her body, keeping the movement smooth and soft, never fast, always slow and steady.

Kissing her lips again, his hands continued their journey across her body. He marveled at the wonder of the female form. Her arms seemed thin, lacking in muscle next to his, but they gripped him so tightly. They led to shoulders strong enough to bear all the weight of the world throughout the ages. Historically keeping a farm, managing with the loss of husbands due to war or disease, childbearing, and child raising. While in modern times playing sports, managing a professional career, running a business, and of course childbearing. Whoever thought women were the weaker sex was a fool.

He loved the flair where waist grew into hips. Men were so straight and plain. Women had curves. Lovely curves, desirable curves, sexy curves. For the first time his hands diverted from their established path and didn’t go to the outside of her hips. Instead they slowly, giving her time to object, slowly slid down from the top of her skirt, over her ass. Moving in ovals, his fingers and palms circled lower and lower over her buttocks until he had one held firmly in each hand. He gently squeezed and rubbed them for a moment and then went back to his established route.

 ***

Her heart thudded in her chest. Blood roared in her ears. Her nerves quivered and her muscles shook at his touch. If she had been standing, she would have fallen down. He. Felt. So. Good! His touch was like fire along her skin. When he squeezed her butt, she’d felt tingles from her nipples all the way down to... Oh! His hands were moving again.

She felt so safe and protected in his arms. His shoulders and chest were so muscular, not that he was a body builder or anything, but men were built so much stronger than women. The way he’d picked her up effortlessly to carry her to the sofa, the way he held her on his lap now, even the way he still had control enough to run his hands over her while she felt like a limp rag doll with the sensations flowing through her body.

He’d changed his pattern again. Now she felt his hands move around her waist to her stomach for the first time. They lightly stroked across her blouse, circled her bellybutton and then retreated to her back. The next time they were at her shoulders, they swept over her shoulder blades and across the front of her neck touching everything above the top of her blouse. She was distracted from his hands momentarily as his tongue fought a quick duel with hers before retreating to the fortress of his mouth. Her tongue followed, they wrestled again, and his tongue went limp in surrender. In victory, her tongue explored the captured territory. Eventually she had to break the kiss to catch her breath, and his lips took that opportunity to find the other side of her neck, the one he hadn’t already explored earlier. He kissed. He nibbled. Sheer bliss.

The touch of warm skin against her stomach brought her attention back to his hands. Somehow, in all of their maneuverings, her blouse had been pulled free from her skirt and one of his hands had slipped underneath and was making circles on her belly. Larger and larger circles that were going to end up... Ohh, his fingers were brushing against the base of her breast. Electric tingles shot through her and her breath was coming in little gasps. Her breasts were so sensitive and her nipples... His fingers circled a breast once, twice, a third time, each circle getting smaller and smaller until finally he teased her nipple, lightly rolling it in his fingers and pinching it gently. A full fledged groan escaped her throat and it was like an electric switch was flipped -On-. She felt herself get lubricated and wet down below.

It was clear that he wanted her. She could feel him under her, hard and ready for action. She’d started the night not sure how far she’d be willing to go but now, with his slow, gentle, patient ministrations... Wow, really slow! They’d been making out on the sofa for over an hour already! She felt her resistance falling away leaving her only with a strong desire for more, much much more. She wanted him.

A sudden noise from the coffee table cause her to leap to her feet in startled shock. She rushed up the stairs telling him to stay put, that the office was calling but she’d take care of it quickly.

 ***

He watched her rush up the stairs, admiring what he saw as she went. Everything about her was sexy. Her bare feet slapping on the hardwood stairs, her pumps having been kicked off and forgotten beside the sofa. Muscular calves showing below her skirt, tensed and flexed as they drove her body up the stairs. Her skirt swishing back and forth, first hid then showed off her supple thighs as she got higher on the stairs. He lusted after the delicious curve of her generous hips and butt as they swayed left and right with the motion of her stride. Her hair was mussed and disheveled from their embrace while her face was bright red with a combination of blush, excitement, and interrupted passion. He wanted her.

He reached down and adjusted himself in his shorts. Damn. He’d been so close.

He really wanted her to have a night off from work. He knew how important it was to her. Working with her for most of the last year on their current project he knew how committed she was. He was just as dedicated but she was the team leader and her unique skills and abilities meant she’d had to do the most important jobs. He’d done everything he could to support her but they both knew she was in charge. That meant that even now, almost two months after the project came to fruition, she dealt with most of the late night troubleshooting calls.

With all of the stress she’d been under, all of the late nights she’d had to stay up, and the time she’d spent in the hospital, her health and figure had suffered and he knew she didn’t think she was sexy or desirable anymore. He wanted to prove her wrong. He thought she was the most beautiful woman ever and she deserved a night of passion.

 ***

He was doing the dishes when she returned. He was always so thoughtful like that, seeing the little things that needed doing and just taking care of them. She stood in the doorway and watched him work. His back was to her so she got to watch as he washed a plate, rinsed it, and stepped to the side to put it in the dish drainer. She especially enjoyed watching his butt as it tensed and flexed in his slacks. Men always talked about watching women’s butts, but women watched just as much as men, they just didn’t talk about it... at least not where men could overhear.

He’d rolled up his sleeves so they wouldn’t get wet and she could see the dark hair on his forearms. Lovely hair, stroke-able hair. She always loved running her fingers through the hair on a man’s chest. It was soft and ticklish to touch and just perfect to feel against her cheek. With her face against a man’s chest, she’d be able to smell his masculine scent, cologne mixed with a little musky sweat. Men always seemed to smell of musky sweat unless they were just out of the shower. In which case they’d smell like soap until you took them to bed and then they’d soon smell like musky sweat again. As a friend said to her when they were in their late teens, if they don’t sweat when they’re in bed with you, clearly you’re doing something wrong. She smiled at the thought.

He finished the last dish, turned, and gaped at her. She spun around and headed for the stairs with her single word ‘come’ ringing in his ears. She didn’t look back, and couldn’t hear his footsteps, but knew he’d be following. The diaphanous lace peignoir seemed to float around her as she climbed the stairs and she felt her nipples harden and crinkle as she thought about the view he had from behind and below her. Entering the bedroom, she glanced at the dressing table where her panties and bra still lay. It had been a sudden inspiration to leave them off when she undressed, and she’d made the right choice.

Stopping before the bed, she turned. He was right behind her. His mouth opened but she stopped him with a single finger across his lips. Smiling, she took his hands and placed them at his side. It was the work of seconds to undo his tie and toss it to the floor, then as quickly to unbutton his shirt and slide it from his shoulders and arms. He’d kicked his shoes free while that happened so she stepped behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed and nibbled his ear while running her fingers through his chest hair. Teasing his nipples for a moment she felt them harden and then moved her aim lower. He sucked in his breath when she ran her hands across the bulge in his trousers. She could feel him, bent and trapped in his shorts, but firm and seeking to escape.

His belt was quickly undone as was the button of his trousers. Now her hands could feel his warmth through the cotton of his shorts and she realized he was trembling. He, as strong as he was, was trembling at her touch. She was pressed against his back, her cheek against his shoulder blade, her arms wrapped around him, her mound pressed against his butt, her hands running across the lump in his shorts. She could feel his stomach suck itself in, his butt clench, his breath coming in short gasps. She hadn’t even really touched him yet, and this was how he reacted. Wow.

She pulled down on his trousers at the same time as she slipped one hand inside his shorts. The heat. The warmth. Blood coursed through his member feeling like a fire under her hand. She pulled down his shorts to free it. It was hard. It was firm. It felt like steel, and yet was as soft as satin. One hand reached down to cup and gently squeeze his balls while the other started to stroke his shaft. His groan of delight sent chills down her spine. Her nipples were hard as rocks pressed into his back. She relished having this power over him.

Her hand moved quicker while the other could feel the tightening in his testicles. Reaching out, she snagged her panties off the dressing table. Using one hand to stroke his shaft, faster and faster, she used the other to hold the panties over the broad head. Just in time too, as with a loud grunt he spurted once, twice, and again. She felt his muscles tense and then relax as he found release and she loved feeling him come under her touch. He tried to protest, but she shushed him. She knew what she was doing. He was quick this time and she wanted him to be able to last.

 ***

That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to give her pleasure, to let her know that she was wanted and desired, not to have her put in effort giving him release. He’d been under a spell. He’d thought the evening was over when she’d gone upstairs. Figured he’d do the dishes and call it a night so she could deal with work. Then he turned and saw her in the doorway. No actress, no model, no one could have ever looked so beautiful. She called him. He followed her upstairs, his eyes locked on her curves, her skin, her ass leading the way. Then came her obvious taking charge, undressing him, the feel of her hands on his body, her breath at his ear, her thighs pressed against his butt, and most of all, her fingers encircling his cock. Her touch felt so good. All other thoughts fled at that sensation. All that remained was the pressure building and building. Until finally he erupted, waves of pleasure spreading through his groin, overwhelming him. Now, here he was, finished and she was still unfulfilled.

He started to step towards her only to nearly trip as his feet tangled in the trousers and shorts still around his ankles. He sat on the bed and ripped them from his limbs, peeling off his socks in the process. He started to get up, only to find her sitting astride his lap, her lacy robe settling to the floor. At last, he was naked, she was naked, and she was in his arms.

His lips melded to hers, his arms pulled her close. He could feel her hair tickling his groin and her nipples pressing into his chest. Some time passed with him just kissing her and being kissed back. Eventually his hands started roaming her body, following the same paths they’d taken when on the sofa, but this time there was no cloth in the way. This time, when he squeezed and fondled her buttocks, he felt only the smooth, rich skin and tight curves of her ass cheeks. This time when his hands made their way to her front, there was no blouse or bra restraining his target. Her breasts were heavy and rounded, hanging down the way breasts are supposed to be when not held up by artificial elastic and supports. He marveled at how soft and smooth her skin felt contrasted with how hard and crinkled her nipples. The sounds she made when he dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth were almost like the mewing of a kitten. Her breath came in short gasps and she held his head tight to her chest.

Meanwhile his hands reached behind her, rubbing and stroking her calves and ass cheeks. Then they lightly stroked inward, toward the joining of her legs. Finally they could feel the tickle of hair, curly and soft as down. Hair surrounding flesh soft as silk but already moist in anticipation. One finger slowly traced the outline of her lips, gathering the dew there and then slowly, gently entered her. Her body quivered in response. Shuddered, and gasped, and moaned in sensuous delight.

She broke the kiss and pushed him back onto the bed. He scooted back until only his knees were off the bed, the rest of his body prone, lying under her. He looked up at her as she sat astride him. At that moment, she was his boss in all things and he was hers to command. He felt her hands wrap around his member, engorged again and wanting more, and she directed it upright. He watched her raise up her hips and through curly hair he could see her lips were open and moist with desire. She lowered herself onto him. The sensation was nearly indescribable.

Warm apple pie was the feeble attempt of one movie. Warm barely fits, moist heat is much closer. Apple pie brings comfortable homey images to mind and that’s just what entering was like, coming home. Something deep seated in his brain expressed the absolute rightness of the act, that there was no other place in the entire universe that he was meant to be than inside her. At that moment all the tiny doubts lurking in the corners of his brain disappeared. All the worries, all the concerns, all the fears just... stopped. Nothing existed but her. She held him inside her, she surrounded him, she was his life, his reason for being. She was perfect.

 ***

Ohh, he was perfect. She lowered herself onto him and felt his warm, firm, hardness fill up the empty space inside her. Looking at his face, she saw the love and devotion that shone like a beacon in his eyes. The expression of pure bliss on his face was matched by the wide smile on hers. She felt filled and fulfilled, sexy and desirable, feminine and powerful all at once.

She paused at first, sitting motionless, feeling him in her, giving her insides a chance to adapt and adjust to his presence. She could almost feel his pulse through the twitching of his cock inside her. Then, when she couldn’t take the stillness any longer, her hips and thighs went to work raising and lowering her body on his, slowly at first and then with increasing rhythm. The sensation of him sliding in and out was... Ohh, the strong feel of the ridge of his head pulling past her entrance and sensitive nerves just added to the waves of sensation flowing through her body. It only increased as he slid back in and then out again, and again, and again. She leaned forward onto him, resting her weight on his chest, chest to chest, and balanced on her knees. This took the strain off her thighs and let her concentrate on the growing sensations and the fire rising inside her.

He adapted to her shift in position by kissing her and holding her waist and hips steady. His hips started thrusting upward from the bed, driving himself into her. Now she felt his hard pubic bone bumping into her clit, doubling and redoubling the electric shocks running through her body. Faster and faster he thrust, his hips working furiously. Closer and closer she got to the edge, she strained to reach it but then felt it start to slip away from her. No! So close and yet... Ohh Yes! The orgasm rocked her body without warning. Spasms shook her and molten fire spread from her center throughout her limbs. She moaned and clutched at him as her muscles quaked. Shock and after shock flowed through her being then finally, slowly receded. Even as she was regaining her senses, she realized that her pleasure had affected him and he was about to... She heard his grunts and groans as she felt him spurt inside her. She loved watching him come. Loved the feel of him twitching inside her, the look of sheer ecstasy on his face, knowing that she caused it. That she had that power over him, and that gift she could give him.

They lay together floating in languid bliss, arms and legs tangled together, sweat slicked skin starting to cool now that their exertions were over. A sudden noise from the bedside table interrupted their languor and caused her to partially rise, but he said he’d take care of it this time. He was so good to her, always taking care of the little things. She loved him so much.

 ***

He got to his feet and headed down the hallway to the office. Stepping into the room, he tucked the pink blanket back around the child in the crib. Soothing her cries, she was soon quiet and sleeping peacefully again. They’d certainly had a tough year, with all the problems she’d had with the pregnancy and a very difficult delivery, but it looked like that was finally past and they’d both gotten over their fears. He smiled down at his sleeping daughter. Feeling arms around him from behind, he turned his head and kissed his wife. He loved her so much.