We were supposed to be working. This case could make or break our law careers. We just couldn’t stop. This had been building up between us for months. We tried to avoid being on the same projects and having late nights alone, but it only worked for so long. We would steal looks at one another in the elevator, in meetings, and even in court at times. It was getting hard to resist one another.
I can still remember the first time she walked into the office. Even carrying a box full of files and wearing a thick coat, I could still make out the sensuous lines of her curvy frame. Her shoulder length fire red hair fell softly on her shoulders. My eyes were locked on the soft features of her exquisite face and cherry stained lips. She was living art in motion. She looked at me and smiled, sending floods of liquid fire straight to my warm areas.
For a while, I lusted for her in secret, stealing glances at her when she wasn’t looking, and “accidentally” bumping into her in crowded hallways. The smell of her perfume would fill my senses as she rushed past my desk. I longed to taste her entire body.
I became aware of her mutual attraction one day when we were in a meeting and she sat directly in front of me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She wore black rimmed glassed. Her red hair was pinned on the top of her head, showing off the creamy smoothness of her neck, which invited me to come and lick every inch. I looked away from her, as to not give away my burning desire for her. Then suddenly, I felt her foot on my leg. I slightly jumped and looked over at her. She was gazing at me, chewing on the tip of her pen. Her hazel grey eyes were burning deeply into my soul, touching me in all the places I wished she would. In that instant we were transported to a place all our own where I was making love to her and kissing her and caressing her. I could feel the heat from her stare and my dick swelled as she teased it with her toes. I leaned back in my chair in an effort to ease the screams of passion that were trying to force their way out of me. Oh my god, I wanted to feel her so bad. The meeting ended and I hadn’t heard a thing that was said. She just looked at me, smiled flirtatiously and went to her desk. I sat there for a moment, waiting for the stiffness to ease.
After that, she would flirtatiously have her legs crossed in my view, bend over in my direction, apply lipstick, and toss her fire red hair around. I almost couldn’t stand it. I wanted to grab her and tear her pussy to pieces.
We both knew what was bound to happen when we were told to work on the case after hours, alone. We tried to avoid it by sitting at opposite sides of the desk, not getting too close to one another, but it just overwhelmed us. We stood in the file room staring into one another’s eyes and our passion exploded into a long, wet and passionate kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue was wild in my mouth. I reached behind her head and gripped her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her silky smooth. As I traced along the lines of her neck I could feel her leg rub up against mine. Oh shit, my dick was so hard for her pussy, but not yet.
Her skin was sweet and warm; our hot bodies were pressed up against one another. I wrapped my hand around her waist and her body arched to mine as I kissed down her neck, making a path toward her round and voluptuous breasts. I had dreamed about what they may feel and taste like. I, now, was about to find out. I unbuttoned her shirt and moved the cups of her bra aside, exposing her breasts. Her silver dollar sized dark pink nipples stood at attention in my direction, calling for my mouth.
I used my tongue to trace the outline of her nipples and teased their hardness with the tip of my tongue. I hungrily sucked each nipple like a newborn baby. Her breasts were sweet. While I enjoyed them, my hand made its way to her hips, then her thighs. Her body felt so good. She was calling for me to satisfy its craving. My dick was getting harder and harder.
I ran my hand up her thigh, under her skirt and inside her panties; oh, her pussy was so wet. I wanted to taste it…to smell it. I inserted my two middle fingers inside her to feel her warmth and wetness. Her body shook and squirmed in response. My hands thrust, twirled, and wiggled inside her. I used my thumb to massage and stroke her clit. She looked deeply into my eyes as she reached down and unfastened my pants, allowing them to fall to my ankles. I could see the fire burning in her eyes for me like I was burning for her. I leaned back in and kissed her passionately, adding a little bite on her lip in the end.
Her hips swayed and rolled with my fingers as I played with her pussy. She inserted her hands inside my boxers and began to massage and stroke my stiffened dick. Her hands had a soft but gentle grip on me and I thought I was going to explode. I buried my head between her breasts in an effort to hold back my rising ejaculation. I forcefully lifted her up and sat her down on the desk that was in the room. She leaned her body back and used her legs to pull me close to her. My dick was pressed up against the warmth and smoothness of her shaved pussy. I looked deep into her eyes as I inserted myself in her. Her pussy was tight and warm. I just sat there for a moment enjoying the warmth of her, sucking her breast, and running my tongue along her crimson stained lips. I rolled my hips slowly and went as deep inside her as I could. She squealed and moaned as I had every inch of myself inside her.
“Harder,” she said to me as she licked her fingers and massaged her clit as I pumped her pussy.
I did just as she asked and held her knees back and pounded her ass. She loved every bit of it. Her breast bounced and giggled every time my body bounced off hers.
“Deeper!” she said. Her body began to wiggle and shake as she reached her explosive climax. I could feel the moistness of her orgasm rush over me.
With a heaving chest from her orgasm, she sat up slightly and wrapped her hands around my neck and began to wind her hips along with my thrusts. At that point, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold it back much longer.
“You like that, baby?” she said as she looked deeply into my eyes.
I couldn’t even speak. She pressed her body against me and twisted her hips harder and harder causing me to lose my grip and explode inside her so much that I could feel it running down my thigh.
We sat there still wrapped around one another, out of breath, and unable to move.
“I think I’m sitting on the files,” she said breathlessly. We both laughed.1