I wanted him. All of him!
“Come in!”, I shouted as I adjusted my top to show the perfect amount of cleavage. It was just Pete and I working late that night.
Pete walked majestically into the office filling it with his presence. He had that super power. You could tell he’s been working out by how that casual Friday outfit did fit him so perfectly. His biceps were showing and the veins on his hand were such a turn on for me.
“How is work coming along?”
I asked quickly to avoid drooling. I couldn’t look at him straight in his eyes. He had one of those calm voices that drew you in. I could listen to him the whole day and not get bored. I was kinda smitten by him and I’m sure he’d noticed it.
“Work is going great. We will be ready for the audit next week.”
He looked at me and smiled. How can one be this perfect? I thought to myself as I looked at him wondering how this would go.
I had just finalized my divorce after my husband, sorry, ex-husband ran off with a twenty year old model a year ago. After a few months of sobbing over my failed marriage I had picked myself up and started the process of moving on.
“You still look as good as I remember,” said Pete. He was giving those ‘I’m picturing you naked’ eyes.
See, I had met him a few months earlier at a club during my sobbing phase. Oh boy, was I a mess! He found me crying at the bar counter and he just sat next to me and let me be. Like a sobbing buddy of sorts. We ended up talking and he let me vent out all my frustrations. So, when he walked into my boardroom for an interview I knew the universe was doing its thing. After listening to him go on about how passionate he was about accounting I let the HR know to hire him. His confidence was so refreshing to me and after feeling like a failure these past months that’s all I needed, a boost of confidence.
“The difference is that I’m not crying this time round.”
He chuckled as I stood up to go pour us a drink. My little black dress was hugging me in all the right places. At my big age of forty five, I still could get it. It felt good knowing that this magnificent man right here found me appealing and better yet, he was younger. Call him ‘Ben 10’.
I felt his hands hug me from the back as I was making us a drink. His body enveloped mine and felt so tiny in his presence. I felt an electric charge running through my body when he kissed my neck.
“You know we can’t do this here,” I whispered even though every inch of me didn’t want him to stop.
“Remember, it’s just the two of us here. Everyone is out for the weekend.”
Pete led me to the couch where I seated with my legs across his laps sipping on some whiskey. His hand was caressing my thigh and just by looking at me, he got me wet. I wanted him so bad. It’s like he read my mind,he looked straight into my eyes and downed his drink.
Pushing my pants to the side, he started caressing my lower lips, keeping his eye on me. His motion was gentle and slow, very intentional. My heart beat was beating faster and the pleasure was building up. It had been years since I felt like this. My nipples were getting harder and I was getting wetter. I sat there trying to contain my emotions.He was enjoying this. Seeing me trying so hard to keep my cool yet all I wanted was for him to take me there and then. Moving to my clit, I couldn’t keep my composure anymore. I twitched and gasped a little. Pete moved his hand out of my pants and stood up to fix us more drinks.
Pete was teasing me, and I was loving every minute of it.
