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 (5)
Katie felt very self-conscious on her way to Steve’s office. The envelope in her hand seemed to burn her hand and she was sure that anyone who would really look at her would be able to see that she was not wearing a bra. Where her black skirt perfectly hid the fact that she was not wearing any panties, her white blouse did not conceal everything. It did not help either that her nipples were hard and clearly showing her excitement. Just before she left the ladies room she had a good look at herself: Katie could clearly see the darker coloring of the aureoles around her hard nipples. Reaching his office, Katie stood in the door opening for a couple of moments. He was lost in thought – delicious thoughts if she read the expression on his face correctly. What did this man have in store for her? Where will this lead? He excited her much more than she cared to admit to herself.
Katie softly knocked on Steve’s door. She noticed the quivering of her body and was relieved when her nervousness did not show in her voice. As she turned around to leave Steve’s office, she could not even remember what she had said to him when she gave him the manila envelope. Her feet felt heavy as she walked back to her office. Her pussy was soaking wet. She closed the office door behind her, a clear sign to everyone that she did not want to be disturbed. Katie needed some time to get herself under control. She had to try and understand what she felt. Excitement was the main ‘emotion’, but deep in her she felt an old familiar feeling of reserve. True to her nature, she was always the first to doubt herself.
Walking around her desk she noticed that the IM messages between her and Steve were still on her screen. A cold hand took hold of her heart. Hopefully no one was in her office while she was gone. Katie looked through the glass walls of her office to her colleagues. No one was paying any attention to her. No one, but Steve. From his office he was watching her. The expression on his face sent shivers down her spine… and made her crotch go wetter than it already was. She slowly sat down and was the first to break off the stare between the two of them. Katie quickly re-read her IM conversation with Steve. The words on the screen intensified her lust, but the doubt casted a faint shadow over it.
It was clear what Steve wanted – to dominate her. Will she be able to do it? Will she be able to live up to his expectations? Will she even be able to submit herself to him? Her thoughts went back to the last couple of hours – the way he made her kneel; her orgasm in the ladies room; his order to take her bra off and give it to him. A smile slowly formed around her mouth as she remembered how natural it felt to follow his orders. How content she was. She slightly spread her legs and at the same time she checked to see whether no one was approaching her office. No one was. She spread her legs some more and quickly ran a finger through her wetness. She cannot remember when the last time was that a man made her so wet, without even touching her sex.
Absentmindedly she brought her finger to her lips and softly sucked her juices off her finger. Her nipples hardened again and pressed hard against her blouse. Her thoughts were still bouncing around in her mind as her eyes caught some of Steve’s words on the screen: obedient, instructions, disobeyed, punished. Katie knew. She knew that even if she wanted to, she would not be able to stop with this. Steve’s words, his actions… she was the moth; he was the flame. She just had to know; had to experience it. She sighed and forced herself to concentrate on her work, hoping that the day will be over quickly.
To be continued… Katie & Steve (7)
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