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Damn him!

It had been seven months of torture. Of willing myself to let him go. To not want him. Seven months of fantasizing and masturbating to images of his body, memories of how good he felt, how good he smelled and tasted. Seven months of seeing him every day and forcing myself to sit behind my desk and not throw myself at him. Seven months and I remembered every hour.

David would walk into the office where I worked, and my body would turn into a radar screen. A little bleep sounding through whatever body part was pointed directly at him. A shoulder. The back of my neck. My knee. I knew where he was when he moved toward me, and my body tensed each time he drew near.

Then finally after seven long months, I had felt that I had gotten myself under a small amount of control. I had finally gotten to the point where I could smile and act like my body wasn't begging for his touch whenever he came near. Finally, my masturbating fantasies included other things beside the image of him fucking me. Memories of my mouth around his cock. Finally.

And then, in one moment, I lost that fragile hold.

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I had two days off from work to rest and relax, and I was taking a few minutes from day one to lie in bed and enjoy myself. A vibrator was humming between my legs steadily, urging me toward orgasm when my pager started its own buzzing, disrupting my fantasies. I looked at the screen and realized that David was paging me with half of a joke, the punch line missing, which was a trick I used from time to time to get him to call me. Leaving the vibrator on and resting between my thighs, I rolled over and picked up the phone.

"Global Enterprises," he answered.

"Hello..." I let my voice trail off for a second to give him a chance to recognize me on the other end of the line. "You can't just leave a girl hanging like that. What's the punch line?"

"What punch line?"

I laughed and imagined him smiling on the other end of the phone.

"The pager joke... Green balls?"

"Oh... Kermit's undivided attention."

I laughed as expected but then backtracked. "Actually, that's not very funny. I'm busy, you know."

"Oh yeah? Busy doing what?"

"Myself."

I heard him come up short on the other end of the phone as my words registered. Having never made such a blatant reference to him previously, my stomach knotted a little as I waited for his reaction.

His voice dropped to just above a whisper. "Does it feel good?"

"Oh yeah..." I shifted positions and moved my hand down to grab the vibrator and move it back into better position, excited by the idea of possibly cumming on the phone with the man I wanted. The buzzing against my clit had my pulse racing quicker than I could believe. If only I could just get there fast enough. "Oh God, come join me... please?"

"I want to..." he whispered.

My heart gave a funny leap, and I moaned as a vision of him beside me propelled me closer toward orgasm. "I'm getting so close..."

I could hear his heavy breathing on the phone and briefly wondered how he was holding together as people in his office milled around him. That question was answered when I heard his regret filled voice say, "I'd better go now...." I swallowed my disappointment as he hung up the phone and let my mind wander to the last time we were together. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock again, and my mind replayed the scene over and over until the waves of my orgasm took over.

After they subsided, I sighed and sat up on the bed thinking about the brief sexual adventure that had occurred between us seven months earlier - what I had hoped at the time would be the first of several adventures we would share. The experience with him had gone better than even my fantasies could have made it, and I was still on a sexual high the next day. He, however, was not. Currently in a relationship, he had suffered an onset of guilt and put the kibosh on anything heavier than flirting. The news had been an unanticipated douse of cold water.

The flirting was fun, but there had always been a line there that couldn't be crossed and since he was taken, I had tried to let him go. But clearly, I hadn't succeeded.

Now, he was free, and, from the sounds of it, willing. The phone call had been more of an overture than he'd given in the last seven months-- since the back room blow job. For me, it had only taken one phone call, those few whispered words carried over a wire from his sexy mouth, and I was once again desperate for him. Horny and ready.

I made the decision in the shower the next morning. Sort of a half-assed plan that I wasn't even sure I had enough guts to carry out. All I wanted was to give him a small taste of the torture that I had felt for seven months, as well as the clearest "I'm still interested" signal I could think of. I would walk in and kiss him. Just one hard, long, lingering kiss that contained all the frustration I had built up. Just one kiss to show him how much I still wanted him and what he was doing to me.

I went through the motions of getting ready almost diabolically. Shampoo. Shave the armpits, legs, pussy. Powder. Perfume. I found a T-shirt and the shortest pair of shorts I owned. Hair. Makeup. I hopped into the car and drove the five minutes to the building where we worked, praying that there was no one else there.

"What's up?" he asked. He was standing over by a work table with wire and gizmos on it. I didn't pay much attention; just sort of looked around at the space filled with little doo-dads of every kind. Wire, tools, and wood covered every surface. It was like a project master's paradise.

I looked at him, taking a moment to appreciate the view provided by his tall, muscular body and beautiful blue eyes. "Not much," I said, shrugging. My heartbeat was going about a thousand beats a minute, and I drew determination in with every breath. "I like this place. Lots of interesting things in it."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" David looked around as if not knowing what was so interesting about a building stocked to the hilt with things he used every day. He looked back at me and smiled, the look on his face giving me no doubt that he knew the true reason I was there. The atmosphere practically crackled with sexual tension.

"Just stuff. Wires... I think it's really neat in here." I looked directly at him. Small talk was over, and I think it registered on my face because he was looking back at me, a slight smile on his mouth. I was riveted to that smile. Pointing, I commanded, "Into the office. Now."

I watched as he responded with a laugh, his eyes sparkling, and followed me into the office. Three chairs were placed in the small area, and I eyed them trying to decide which would be best for what I had planned. I was determined to do this. To hell with the consequences! "Sit. Anywhere."

David walked over to a corner chair, a perfect chair with arm rests, which would allow me to trap him and do as I pleased with his mouth. I did not hesitate as he sat down. I was standing over him before he even knew I was coming. My mouth dropped to his and I started to ravish his mouth with mine. My tongue swept in and I groaned at how good he tasted. His mouth was cool, like he had just had a cold drink of water.

"Oh really?" he laughed. His lips still touching mine.

My heart skipped as I tried to think. What did that mean? Was he angry? Should I stop? Had I misread the signals from the phone call? I nibbled on his lower lip, my tongue sweeping into his mouth. No, don't stop, I thought. His tongue was dancing with mine. Touching mine.

"What's this about?" he asked. His lips still touching mine. Moving softly against mine.

"Just letting some of my frustration out," I mumbled without breaking our kiss.

"Well... don't forget that there are other people in the building."

He sounded slightly worried, and I lifted my mouth from his, breaking the contact to answer him. "I know. That's why this is just a quick stop."

My mouth dived for his again, devouring. I wanted to let all my horniness, my sexual frustration, my desires show in this one kiss. I wanted him so much, and for one moment I wanted to know that he wanted me too. I pressed closer, my mouth moving against him, captivated. My heart melted at the sensations coursing through my body. He was kissing me back, and it was so achingly familiar and gentle.

I felt his fingers travel up the inside of my thigh and come to rest on my mound, massaging it through my shorts. I winced as the hard fabric rubbed against my swollen clit.

"Sorry," he whispered.

My breath caught for a second as I felt his fingers move my shorts aside as he rubbed the backside of his knuckles against the fabric of my panties to feel my swollen pussy. Our mouths melded together, the kiss getting hotter and I felt his fingers lift the side of my thong and slide underneath the cotton to play with the soft folds. I wondered if he liked the fact that I was shaved, as two of his fingers traveled down trying to get a good position, but failing. I spread my legs wider apart, allowing one to finally gain full access to my hole. I moaned as his fingers entered me.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I whispered. I moved my hands up to cradle his face and kept kissing him. Little nibbling kisses now. Exploring kisses. His finger slowly fucked me and then made its way up to circle around my clit. Dizziness washed over me, and my breathing turned rapid.

David moaned and squirmed a little in his chair. "You're a little wet."

"Don't you want me to be wet for you?" I murmured against his mouth.

The kiss continued and his fingers kept at their exploration, delving into my hole and then coming back to circle around my clit over and over. I could feel my juices soaking his fingers, streaming out of my cunt.

"Someone's a lot wet," he groaned, lifting his lips a breath away from mine. "You know, you at least get to go home and take care of yourself... like yesterday. I don't."

"I know. I'm going to. Thinking about you." I reached down and ran my hand up between the juncture of his legs, feeling his hardened cock. This man had the most incredible cock. "You can, too." I looked into his eyes and smiled.

"How so?"

Grinning, I murmured, my mouth now traveling along his jaw line. "The bathroom. Use it."

It happened before I could blink. He was standing up, holding my hand, and talking.

"Okay, let's go." My senses numb, I listened to the words and tried to figure out their meaning. He tugged on my hand.

"Go?"

"Yeah, to the bathroom. You said I could use it."

"Yeah, but... I thought...." I looked into his face in utter bewilderment, blinking my eyes slowly as though that would clear away the fog.

We reached the hallway, and my brain finally had a chance to figure out where we were headed. I'd come in for one kiss, and now we were heading for the privacy of the bathroom. Oh crap.

I looked at him and hesitated. "Are you sure? Are you sure it's safe?"

I watched as he looked toward the bathroom and then looked back down at me, his lips glistened from being kissed. I'd been fantasizing about this for seven months. Having him again. Tasting him again. His mouth trailed down to mine and I kissed him. "I want you so much," I whispered, my fingers scraping gently down his chest through his T-shirt. We were both too far gone to be completely rational, but in our minds it was safe for the moment. As long as we hurried.

I walked the three steps into the tiny bathroom and heard him close the door behind me.

"What do you want to do?" I asked. The last time we were together, it was a blowjob. One that I would gladly do again. I raised his shirt and started sucking on one of his nipples.

He chuckled, deep and throaty. "I don't know. What do you want?"

Letting my mouth's grip on his chest go, I looked up into his face and smiled broadly. "I want to you to fuck me!"

We both glanced around the three-foot by four-foot bathroom. Toilet, sink. That was it. I watched him drop his jeans with lightening speed and my eyes glued to his cock. It was so hard and beautiful. I wanted to taste it.

For the last 24-hours, since his whispered "I want to," I had thought of nothing but just wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and sucking. So now, I did it. My lips glided over the tip. He was so big my teeth barely escaped nicking him, my tongue playing with the very tip. Over and over I let my lips travel the smooth surface.

"Careful." He groaned. "You remember what happened last time you did that. You're good."

I pulled back, staring at his beautiful manhood. "It's okay. I'm just going to tease it a little bit." And I let my mouth drift over the tip once again to take the head in and bob there for a second or two.

I was worried about time, worried that someone would find us, so my exploration and tasting of him didn't last long. I got up and dropped my shorts and panties to the floor and hopped up to sit on the edge of the sink counter. His cock mere inches from my pussy, I watched as he bent his knees and drove the full of it into my tight cunt. My eyes closed at the sensation.

He was bigger than any of the men I had been with before, and I knew I was tight. My cunt opened for him and wrapped around his cock like a glove. I watched as the sensation of that tightness shook through him. His eyes closed, and he trembled. He was so beautiful to watch.

He began fucking me, moving back and forth, while I hung onto him hard, afraid I'd come crashing down off of the counter-top. My legs wrapped around his waist.

My chest was swelling with emotion, something akin to pure joy at the feelings I was encountering. I listened to him breathe. I looked at his closed eyes and wondered what he was thinking. Feeling. I looked at his mouth, and mine went down to capture it. My shaved pussy stretched around his cock. My juices soaked him, making the ride smooth and steady as his strong hands, secure at my waist, supported me.

He groaned and whispered, "I'm gonna cum...."

My heartbeat quickened and I whispered in his ear. "Cum for me, baby. Cum." I looked down into his face at his closed eyes. At the eyelashes resting against his cheek. At his eyebrows, drawn together in concentration. At his lips, only a fraction apart. I wanted one memory to carry with me when I fantasized.

He kept going. I listed to his ragged breathing. The whoosh of air that escaped his lips every few seconds. He sped up, and I moved with him, all the time praying that I wouldn't fall off of the counter. I kept watching and memorizing. His lips parted, and a look of incredible rapture appeared on his face. The look was so filled with pleasure that my breath caught, and, with a long surrendering moan, he came.

Oh my god.

The look on his face and the sound of his orgasm were enough to make me forget about my precarious position, and a flood of heat raced through my body. I closed my eyes as he kept moving, and I leaned back slightly on the sink, the cold of the faucet settling into my back. I moved into position to help myself along, my fingertips moving against my slippery wet clit. My pussy was stretched thin by his cock and my fingertips played with the swollen nub.

His pace slowed a little and I opened my eyes to look at him, silently begging him to keep going, but there was no need. His eyes were open and it was his turn to watch me. My heart gave a little leap of joy at his unselfishness and my heartbeat quickened. I closed my eyes again as the eroticism of being watched melted my insides. He steadily began to increase the pace, and I felt one hand move to play with my nipple, his fingers grasping it and squeezing. The feeling acted as an electric current connecting with my clit. My toes curled. I bucked against him violently and the world careened and spun on its axis in a downpour of fiery sensation.

We stayed in that position for only a few seconds, although it seemed longer, giving ourselves time to check back into reality and realize what had happened. I waited for him to speak.

"Wow. So..." He let out a pent up breath and looked at me.

"Yeah. Wow." I watched his face as a slow grin started to appear, but something else was registering in my brain. The beeping of a large truck echoed outside.

"Shit! Jake's here!" he said, before releasing himself from my pussy and attempting to tug his jeans back on in a hurry. Pager dropping to the floor, things falling out of pockets, he put himself together, scrambling.

"Okay, I'll go into the office, and you act like you just came out of the bathroom!" and with that he flew out the bathroom door.

Pulling up my shorts, I looked into the mirror. I had only come for one kiss. My car was still running in the parking lot. Washing my hands, I wondered if we had been caught, or if it was safe to exit the bathroom.

As I opened the door, I realized that Jake had not yet come in, and that I had a few moments at least to go back to David and see what his reaction was. He was sitting at his desk, face flushed, smiling and laughing. I leaned down and kissed him briefly, one last time and murmured, "I swear I didn't mean for that to happen. I was just going to kiss you and leave. But... I can't say that I'm sorry about what happened."

Before he could answer, Jake walked in, jubilant and talking, surprised to see me. My face flushed and I made an excuse about needing to drop off some papers. Then, with one last look at David, and a lot of questions in my mind left unanswered, I turned and walked out the door.

Climbing back into my car, I sat behind the wheel and closed my eyes, remembering the look on David's face when he came. There were many things I didn't know, like whether this was a one time fantasy come true or the beginning of what I had wished for seven months before, but I did know that look would haunt my dreams.

Forever.

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