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I woke up especially horny today. Two weeks can’t really be considered a dry spell, I suppose, but my hormones don’t agree. Instead of popping out of bed when my alarm went off, I grabbed my silver vibrator from the top drawer of my nightstand. Work can wait just a little while, I thought.

Naked and excited, I pushed the buzzing bullet up against my hungry clitoris. Instantly, my body flooded with warmth and there was wetness between my legs. With each press and release of the vibrator against me, I thought about the massage therapist that visited my office weekly performing chair massage.

Daniel. He could be a poster boy for the All American Guy. Dark blond hair, tan skin, muscular (but not too muscular) build and eyes the color of caramels. Daniel was clean-cut; the surfing and golfing type who spent a lot of time outdoors. I had been getting 15-minute therapeutic chair massages weekly from him for several months. Each time, I wondered what other type of therapeutic massage he could do.

As I thrusted into the vibrations of my joy toy, I gently rolled each nipple back and forth between my fingers. I fantasized that Daniel was doing all the work. I could feel the tingles building and getting stronger, until finally I felt a burst of intense pleasure and relief.

I showered and dressed for work, excited that it was Thursday, Daniel’s office visit day. Once I arrived at my desk in the corner cubicle, I found it hard to get any work done. I watched the clock and waited for Daniel’s call, asking if I wanted any massage time. Yes, I did! Little did he know that time wasn’t the only thing I wanted from him. Although I had known him for several months and we had flirted, neither of us had been bold enough to make the first move.

At 11:40 a.m., my desk phone rang and the caller ID displayed the extension of the caller. I knew before answering that it was him, calling from the lobby phone. He said I could come out now. I applied a fresh coat of lip gloss, then walked over to the area where his massage chair was set up.

"Hi," he said. I responded with hello, thinking that he looked so handsome in his black short-sleeved shirt, khaki pants and black shoes. Nothing fancy, but the short sleeves showed off his strong arms and the pants hugged his beautiful ass just so. I lowered myself onto the chair and saw him glance at my breasts. I looked him in the eyes and smiled. It was the first blatant acknowledgement of our lust for each other.

We made idle chit chat for a couple of minutes as he kneaded the knots in my shoulders and massaged my neck, scalp, arms and lower back. The whole time, I thought about how much I would love to get him naked on a massage table and rub oil all over his hard body, hopefully making something else get hard in the process.

Suddenly, I felt him press up against me from behind. He felt solid and warm and just what I had imagined: hard. I briefly wondered if anyone in the office could see us, but I really didn’t care. It felt so good to feel his body against me that I just enjoyed the moment.

He was quiet as he continued massaging me and pressing against me. I heard myself say "We could go in the bathroom," referring to the private restroom in my office building. The door had a lock, and it had a full-length cot for people to lie on if they felt the need. I felt the need.

Daniel walked around to the front of the chair, sat on a stool and began massaging the palms of my hands. He still didn’t speak. I hoped I hadn’t crossed the line, but I figured that my forwardness wouldn’t be a problem, given his state of arousal. Once he massaged my arms, Daniel walked behind me, pressed his hot, hard cock against me once again and patted my back, signaling the end of my time.

I sat up in the chair, not wanting to leave. "Show me your nipple," he said. Instantly, I imagined his soft, wet tongue licking and sucking at my breasts. I was wet. I wanted to pull down my tank top and oblige him. But, I also wanted to keep my job, so instead I told him to think about my pretty pink nipples hiding under my bra. We locked eyes for a moment, then I got up and walked back to my desk.

Just a few minutes later, my phone rang. I looked up and again saw the familiar lobby phone extension on the caller ID. Daniel was the only person who called me from that phone, so I knew that it was him. Instead of saying hello, I said "Meet me in the bathroom. Now."

Seconds later, safely ensconced in the private restroom, we feverishly pulled each other’s clothes off. His mouth was on mine, tongue jutting in and out. Then he moved to my ear, breathing hard while sucking lightly on my earlobe. My hands moved down Daniel’s perfectly sculpted chest and came to rest on his big, hard penis. It was at full attention. There was silence, except for the occasional whir and hum of the copy machine and printer in the room next to us.

I moved one hand up and down the shaft of his member and gently cupped his balls with the other. I couldn’t stand the wait any longer; I wanted him inside me. I leaned up against the wall and he entered me. His thrusts felt amazing. I had to purse my lips and will myself to stay quiet.

We stared at each other as he continued to move inside my warm, wet sweet spot. Each time he pumped in and out, my nerve endings erupted in a blissful dance. I put my hand on his chest and motioned toward the sink. I wanted him to take me from behind as we both watched.

I leaned over the sink, looking in the mirror. Daniel’s frame filled the space above me in the reflection and we watched each other. As he started going faster and harder, a moan escaped from my mouth. Just then, we orgasmed in unison.

We dressed and listened at the door before opening it to make sure we could make a clean getaway. We went our separate ways down the hall and before turning the corner, Daniel turned and said, "See you next Thursday."

Copyright © 2005 Sydney Powell. All rights reserved. Do not copy or post.

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