A while ago my sexy male friend and I decided to write a story together. It was sparked after he (@maurelius1066) tweeted about a sexy secretary with a tight skirt who passed by his office and all the things he wanted to do with her. I started writing and he continued. The fun of this project was that we could not plan ahead what we would write, as we did not know where the other party would take the story. And of course the challenge was to keep the momentum in the story and to make it ONE story. You might remember this friend of mine from the hotel story… and he will feature in more true stories here on my blog in future.
Continued from… Katie & Steve (1)
Katie managed to suppress the trembling of her body when he placed his hand on her hip. She did not succeed in stopping the wetness in her crotch. Damn, she thought, my thong is soaked already. She felt disappointment when he removed his hand. Katie turned away from Steve and busied herself with the coffee cups. She took her time for it, trying to decide what to do next. She wanted this man to know that she was interested, but she has always been more submissive when it came to contact with men than most other women who worked in the same kind of positions than she was in. The only way Katie dared to show her interest is to accidentally brush up to him like she just did or to touch him when she talked. She wondered if he had ever noticed that she touched his arm or shoulder when they had a conversation, but that there was no other man in the office with whom she did the same. I guess not, she thought, but how am I going to show my interest? When she knew that she cannot delay the process of making a simple cup of coffee anymore, she turned around to give him his cup. The expression on his face when she turned around was one of utter lust. She just could not make anything else of it. More wetness in her crotch. Her own musky smell was very clear and she hoped that he would not smell it. To her horror she felt a tingle in her nipples. She suddenly remembered that her nipples more or less showed through the blouse. She held the two coffee cups in front of her. Her forearms were pressed against her hard nipples, hiding them. Her mind raced. Katie could not think. Her body reacted. Her feet started to move in his direction. Her eyes were fixed on his face. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet with lust and desire. She so wanted this man to fuck her. She just did not know what to do to make that clear; what to say; how to act in this situation. It’s just not in her to do something like that. There was only one thing left for her to do: give him his coffee and flee to her office. She could hide there and get her trembling breath and thumping heart under control again. There was one problem though: Steve was blocking the doorway.
Steve had been watching Katie as she made the coffee. Her body moved in a way that simply set his loins on fire. He wanted her. He desired her. He had to have her. As she moved towards him with the coffee in her hands he came to a sudden decision. She held out the cup of coffee she had made for him and he took it from her hand. He then reached across and also took the other cup from her hand and placed then both on a side table. Before she could react any further, he stepped close to her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body.
“Katie,” he said, “I know this is forward of me, but I have been watching you around the office, and frankly lusting after you for months now, and I just can’t help myself around you any longer.”
As the words tumbled from his mouth he moved to within a whisker of her, standing close and looking into her eyes. She nodded the slightest of nods and he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his body. His other hand slipped behind her neck and he kissed her soft beautiful lips, gently at first, but soon their mouths were dueling furiously in the drive for more of the exquisite pleasure. His breath came in short ragged bursts between the increasingly passionate kisses and his entire body tingled as he felt her succulent breasts and firm nipples push into his chest. Her hips crashed into his and he was certain that she gasped slightly when she felt his firm flesh grind against her hip. His hand around her waist dropped slightly so that as they continued to kiss he was able to cup her firm ass in his hand and to feel the furnace-like heat rising from between her thighs. He moved his own leg just slightly so that with a delicate flick of his ankle he was able to flick the door and hear it slam shut as their mouths closed on each other again.
She was relieved when at last he pulled her closer and they kissed. His words were the words she had longed to hear for so long and when now at last he had said them, she did not know what to say. Him kissing her solved that – she could keep quiet. Katie pressed her body into his. She felt his excitement and gasped slightly. I want you, she screamed in her head, but she knew she would never dare to say those words out loud. She had her arms around him. Their kiss lingered, alternating from soft and sensual to a burning desire. Her wetness increased. She heard his ragged breathing. It reflected her own horniness. His hand slipped down to her ass. She sighed and moved her hands down to his belt.
Katie did not feel bold enough yet to touch his ass. The moment she heard the door close their kissing intensified. Katie pressed her body closer to his. The feeling of his hard chest against her nipples made her moan. She arched her back, broke off the kiss and tilted her head back. Katie offered him her neck. His soft kisses down the side of her throat made her shiver. She moved her hands down to his ass and squeezed, feeling his masculine firmness. He kissed the hollow of her throat and kissed his way back up to her ear on the other side. She shivered as he lightly sucked her ear lobe between his teeth and softly nibbled on it. If possible, her nipples grew even harder; her crotch wetter. How I would love for you to fuck me real hard, she spoke to him in her mind. Her thoughts caused her to moan. Her knees felt weak when one of his hands slowly moved from her ass to her hip and up towards her breast. Steve softly fondled her breast, flicking his thumb over her hard nipple. Katie gasped when he firmly grabbed her breast. A gasp of pain escaped. He held onto her breast – still hurting her – and looked deep into her eyes. She smiled and deeply hoped that he understood what she meant: Harder baby, harder.
To be continued… Katie & Steve (3)
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