The Office Party
New Year’s Eve found the office losing all control at about 2 PM. The secretarial staff seemed cut in half, and several of the office boys were hard to find all of a sudden. The Internet connection seemed particularly fast and unencumbered. Were people turning off their computers? I stood in my cubical looking like Dilbert my tie all twisted up and stood on tiptoes and looked at Ralph in the next cubical … on the screen a picture of a woman in latex, her heel in a guy’s mouth bearing down, the arc at her calf accenting the lovely seam down the back of her stockings. In her hand a cock shaped dildo that she sucked. "Well, Ralph is up to his usual work," I thought. I look over to the left and there is Sharon. I can’t see here screen at this angle, but I can see her typing quickly with one hand her other hand deep in her hitched up skirt her hips gyrating on her seat. I hear footsteps and drop down to my seat and look at the screen. "Projected Sales Trends Based on Annual Fluctuation in Consumer Confidence: April through September, 1998." I sigh and check the spreadsheet sent up from the first floor and compare to the number I entered in the little box. 19383, no 19833, and I start to correct, nuy feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see your face. "There is a swinging party on the third floor. Wanna join me?" I stand and with out a world follow you to the elevator. You push the down button and turn to me and I look at you. Your hair soft looking, framing your smiling face, your dress, thin and silky, your cleavage, just a peek below the cloth. Your legs standing straight and strong, the muscles in your thighs taught. I look at you and look away as I notice how you have been looking at how my eyes have been lookinh at you, maybe too close. The moment ends as the elevator arrives, I hold the down button in so the door will not close on you and you slip in the elevator and I step in behind you. As the doors close, I am pressed against the elevator wall as you surround me with your arms and kiss me tight and hard, pressing your lips to mine and I feel you tongue push in my mouth that opens to welcome your wet desire, our mouths a love making till you pull away. A bell rings and instinctively I look up. The number "3" is lit on the list of floors. In delighted surprise I look at you. You smooth down your dress and smile. "Because I wanted to." The doors of the elevator open and you hook my arm with yours and we seem to run into the party: champagne in coffee cups, popcorn from bags, who was that dancing on the central desk? Someone gropes me and I turn around and no one there. Someone with a funnel pouring Jack Daniel’s down throats. The cassette player puts out a slow song, "There was a day in February in which we met." I feel you arms around me and our bodies slowly begin to find a rhythm on the third floor, somewhere between the manager’s desk and the coffee machine suite. "So far away, yet suddenly so close," the song goes on. I look in your eyes and see them say something new to me. "And now this is place in which we get…" You hand presses my waist and we walk off the dance floor…. "The place we desire to most…." The song fades in the background as you an I walk down the long hall to the inner offices, past the Vice President’s office, by his secretary’s office, into the CEO’s outer office, the executive secretary’s desk without an occupant. You open the central office of the company, and stand aside looking me in. Once inside, I stand where I have stood so many times in awe of you. You smile and I know. Your eyes look toward the sofa and there is a pillow and a blanket and beside it a decanter of wine open and breathing. I take your hand and walk you to the couch and this time there is no need for you to ease my tenseness visiting your office, this time your eyes lowered slightly, I realize how you felt unsure of this. I ease you to the couch and sit beside you, fill a glass for you of the red wine and one for me and I raise my glass and you match my gesture. "A moment for us, at last." I toast, "and a future of moments to wait for us." We sip from the glasses looking in each others’ eyes and put the delicate glasses back down on the wooden topped coffee table. Slowly, ever so slowly our arms circle each others’ bodies. In full embrace, we simply hold on to ourselves, feeling the tingle run up our spines, knowing this is the acceptance we both consent to. I feel your hand rest down on my thigh as my hand press you closer to me. In a long embrace we fall to laying on the couch and kiss and hug and cuddle for long hours, but not long enough, till the sky has darkened and the room begins to glow in the reddening glow from the sunset. In a half sleep, we wake and we stand and face ourselves. Your hands reach for the top button of your blouse as I start to take off my shirt, we match movements one by one, I removing my shirt, you, your blouse. You remove your bra, me, I pull off my undershirt. You undo your cloth belt while I undo my leather belt. You unbutton and unzip at the side, me in front and your skirt falls aside as my hands remove my pants and pull off my shoes and socks and kick them away, now myself in nakedness. You sit on the couch and remove your shoes and stockings and we are both naked, you sitting on the couch in the red glow of twilight, me standing in front of you. You reach over and grab my hips and gently walk me to you, till I’m standing there just before you, my cock half erect. You look at my erection carefully, as if you are trying to memorize it. Your hands on your naked thighs, you reach out your tongue and touch the tip of my prick with it leaving a trail of wetness. You draw back and smile. I step a bit closer. I your reach behind me and press me one step nearer and part your lips just a bit and nip the head of my cock, biting across the head with your lips, pressing down the spongy flesh of the head making me more and more sensitive, again and nibbling there till the sensitivity makes me draw back and your quickly gab my hips and push me too you swallowing my cock quickly, and full, pressing my shaft into your mouth, mashing your lips against my body at base of my dick, shacking your head back and forth, as I watch the length of my phallus push out the smooth concave shape of your sucking cheeks. Then slowly you run your lips up and down the length of my shaft, sucking me hot, wet and firm, making slurping sounds, your eyes open watching yourself work on my dick, humming in your throat a song like a moan that translates to thrilling vibrations in my cock. You feel me ready to cum and know how to handle a man. You suck me till the first twitch of orgasm begins to take place, holding your mouth open and tongue out, and as the first long release of semen falls from my cock you circle my upper scrotum with your hands effectively ending ejaculation as my orgasm works through my body, lengthening my shaft, while you rub the head around and around the semen soaked surface of your tongue before you suck me back in while my orgasm subsides and you suck and swallow the cum, massaging the balls back into a comfortable excitement. I get on my knees, slowly, and hold your thighs in my hands pressing them apart and lean close to you and inspect your nipples in the diminishing light. I lean in and lick up your nipples, first the right and then the left, circling them over and over till they rise and whiten, the dark circle deepens in hue. I lick down your stomach while I hold your breasts in my hands, fill your navel with my tongue then lick to your clitoris, where I linger and press you hard against the risen bud, circling and tapping you with the tip of my tongue, then lick you hard and fast, your hips arching to receive my feeling tongue. You experience a climax quickly and but lastingly, you buck against my licking tongue, entering your pussy deep inside and feeling the inner texture of your cunt trembling in response to the entrance of the human organ lapping at you. You moan your thanks feeling the back of your neck prickle with pleasure and your spine quiver. Suddenly I stand and as you shiver in a relaxing delight, after a tremble, you look up and holding your breasts, you stand beside me, wrap your arms around my neck, raise on your toes and kiss my mouth hard and run your tongue around my mouth while I lick around on your lips and teeth. Our mouths part and we learn back, eyes locked as I turn you around and I step you back and to the side till you find yourself sitting on your desk. You lay yourself back on the blotter as I brush aside the CEO pen stand, the papers, the picture of your husband and stand at your crotch. Your legs rise and circle my hips and I hold my cock just at your outer lips, slowly penetrating past your inner lips, then deeper, across you sensitive G-spot filling up your vagina. Your legs hug my hips, forcing me to stay mostly in, though able to rock in and out, your clitoris on fire with the rubbing. You clasp the edges of the desk hard, your neck stretched out. your breasts heaving over your arched back, as my thrusts rattle your whole frame in massive slams of lustful drives. Your mouth opens in gasps moans out your please, and I take the cue to fill you with my sprays of ejaculation. Uncontrollably, I force, force, force myself deeper, as the rich, thick cum gives up into your body. I lay down on you and mash my hips to yours, fastening my cock base to your pussy lips and we experience a deeper sensation then we have ever before, as your hands release the desk and wrap around my neck, my hands, up around your head holding your mouth to mine. We together reach the peak of our arousal slope, in a profound ecstatic sexual climax, the very skin that touches us expands our being into an orgasmic climb, projectile in inner space, cresting and subsiding only to pinnacle higher into inner peak of unlived experience. A meeting of feeling surpasses as it proclaims, as it deepens as it widens, as it flames through us as we fall into complete rest. I find myself lifting you to the couch, laying you there, slipping a cushion under your head, your eyes opening, a smile as your face me. You reach out your arms and I enter them and kiss you one more time your arms circling me. Kneeling beside the bed, I lean back and watch your eyes smile. Your lips, full with pleasure mouth, "Happy New Year." "Happy New Year," I smile looking at the clock in the darkened room as the two hands there touch, pointing straight up.
