EroticVixen71's blog post - New Story - "10 PM"

I wrote this story a while ago for another NNer. Only just getting around to posting it. The boots described in the story are the ones in my recent pics. All names have been changed to protect the not so innocent heh heh ;-D

“Ten PM......I could really do with not being here now” I sighed to myself as I looked bleary eyed at the clock on my office wall. I was thinking about all my mates who were having a fine old time down the pub without me...again. I’d received a couple of texts from Em asking where I was. Well at least that’s what I deciphered from the inebriated typos.

Just as I was contemplating whether to wander down the corridor to get another brew to keep me going, I suddenly had something more serious to worry about. The pitch black darkness, the absence of the drone of the air conditioning and most importantly the computer monitor in front of me displaying a blank screen which spelled only one thing – power cut! “Noooooooooooo!!” I exclaimed. “Fuck! Fuck! Bugger! Bollocky Bollocks! I don’t neeeeeed this” I wailed. I had ‘just’ saved my work at least, well I hope it managed to save okay before the power went or else that was 2 hours work down the drain!

So, what to do now then? Take it as a big hint to go home or hang around for 10 minutes or so hoping the power will come back on? Even though I was dying to leave, if I didn’t finish this work tonight I’d have to come in at stupid-o-clock in the morning instead. I didn’t much fancy that, so waiting it was to be then.
I decided to pass the time by doing a bit of surfing on my phone, catching up on Facebook & NN.

I settled back in my chair and the stiletto heels of my boots clunked as I put my feet up on the desk. I loved these boots, I felt really sexy in them. They were knee length, black, laced all the way up the front and partially down the back with ribbon. I’d chosen purple ribbon today to match the purple shirt and purple jewellery I was wearing. Along with the close fitting black skirt, the whole foxy ensemble was being wasted in this dark lonely office.

There was nothing much happening on Facebook, probably because everyone was out enjoying themselves. Hmph. NN was much more interesting though, I’d received a new PM from one of my favourite friends. A naughty grin spread over my face when I saw that he’d written a story for me. “Mmmmmmm......this should be interesting” I thought as I felt a glimmer of excitement. I expected good things as my friend’s stories were always a huge turn on. I loved his attention to detail and how he always made you feel that they were written entirely for you.

As I read the well crafted story, I could feel my excitement start to build along with the anticipation of what would come next. I held the small bright screen tightly in my left hand while my right hand started teasing my nipple through the taught fabric of my blouse. My index finger leisurely circled my areola and gently swiped over the emergent, stiffening bud.

The writer described me pulling down the front of my top to reveal my naked breasts and them being ‘eagerly’ caressed and then my erect nipples being tweaked between his thumb and forefinger. To mimic what I was reading, I undid the top few buttons of my shirt, pulled down the cup of my black silky bra and cupped my breast in my hand. I pinched and teased my now incredibly hard nipple and as I did, I felt that familiar warm rushing sensation in the pit of my abdomen. I shifted my left arm a little so that I could repeat the same action on my left breast.

It felt really good and extremely naughty to be playing with my naked breasts in the office like this.
The writer continued to describe how I removed my black lacy panties, teasing him with them and then how his fingers reached down to explore my wetness. Mmmmmm.....I could feel the heat rising between my thighs as my pussy lips twitched and throbbed in response. I don’t whether it was just the story turning me on or whether it was reading it at my desk, but I was feeling exceptionally turned on. I was desperate to slide my hand between my thighs touch my needy clit but I couldn’t risk doing that in my office....could I?

As I contemplated that illicit thought I continued to read and my hand wandered down to my thigh and on further to the hem of my skirt. Before I realised what I was doing, I started to wriggle and hitch up my skirt past my stocking tops. This allowed me the freedom to part my legs and my fingers slipped impatiently under the lacy cloth of my damp panties. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. My head tipped back and I closed my eyes, visualising the action taking place in the story and I started sliding my fingers up and down my slippery labia. I was so wet. My clit felt swollen and sensitive as my fingers circled it and swiped it.

I was engrossed in the fantasy playing out in my head and with my thumb still pleasuring my clit I began to tease my eager hole with 1 finger, then 2 fingers, then 3. I wanted more. I so wanted to be fucked by the gorgeous cock from the story. I opened my eyes to continue reading the next bit and was startled by the bright torchlight emanating from the office doorway! I very nearly jumped out of my seat, my heart was pounding tremendously and as I tried to regain my composure and adjust my clothing I dropped my phone onto the floor.

“Shit! Fuck! You frightened the crap out of me!!” I complained.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’ve been here for a while...watching, not daring to breathe in case I disturbed you. I know I should have just gone straight away but you looked amazing” the intruder said sheepishly, whilst lowering the angle of his torch down to the floor.
I was sure I recognised the voice and judging by the shadowy shape I could just about make out in the doorway, he was slender and very tall, about 6’5” I guessed. The person that immediately sprang to mind as to who it could be was Chris who worked a few offices down on the same floor. Perhaps that was just wishful thinking though. Chris was young, fit and gorgeous. We’d chatted a few times in the shared kitchen and it was always flirtatious. I’d often fantasized about him but never thought anything would happen in reality because of the massive age difference and that he probably had an equally gorgeous young girlfriend in tow.

“Chris.....is that you?” I enquired.
“Um......yeah. <cough> Security rang to see if there was anyone working on this floor, to make sure we were safe. As there’s only 2 of them on duty and I’ve got a decent torch, I offered to check the rest of the offices on this floor, yours was the last one.” He replied.
“Oh.....I see. I didn’t realise there was anyone else working late. I didn’t see you earlier when I passed your office.” I explained quite pleasantly even though I felt quite perturbed and embarrassed.
“No, I came back in after training about half an hour ago, just got everything set up as I needed and boof, the power went. I think it’s just our floor from what security said”.
“Oh.......” as I thought about my response, Chris moved towards me, placed the torch down on my desk pointing at an angle so as to give off just enough low light so we could see each other. He sat on the corner of the desk and started to run his hand along my booted leg which was still perched on the edge.
“These are boots are fantastic, you look damned sexy in them. Actually.....I hope you don’t mind me telling you that I couldn’t take my eyes off you when I saw you walking down the corridor this afternoon; your hips swaying and your perfect curvaceous arse in that tight skirt. You provoked quite a reaction.” He nodded his head down to his groin “I had to hide in my lab for 20 minutes before it was safe to be seen again” he said with a big cheeky smile on his face.

I couldn’t help smiling in return because when he nodded his head down to his groin, my eyes followed and noticed a large telltale swelling in his jeans.
“Oh really?” I responded with an equally cheeky grin “It seems that you might be having a similar reaction now?”
“Ha! Erm...well actually it’s much worse......I’m so hard it actually hurts!” he laughed.
“Oh dear god” I thought to myself, did he really just say that? Was he telling me that so I’d reach out and trace my fingers along the outline of the prominent area of denim lying diagonally between his zip and his waistband? While I was lost in my erotic thoughts, he announced that he was going to give security a quick call to let them know all was okay and that they didn’t need to come and check this floor for themselves.

Just as he started to speak “Hi! this is Chr”, was when the vixen in me decided to pounce. I placed my palm on his denim clad bulge, my thumb pressing against one edge, the remaining 4 fingers against the other distinct edge and I squeezed just a little. “iiIIIIIiiiissss” He continued. I squeezed a little more. “YeeeEEeeeess...’vrthing’s fiiiIIIIine mate.” He screwed his eyes tightly shut trying desperately hard to concentrate on his phone conversation. I started to slide my hand up and down his length, squeezing a little harder as I did so. “YeeHHeeppp....there’s just twhhHHoooo of us on this flooOOrr....okaaAyyy.....YeeHHeeeppp.....cheers mate bye”.
Chris opened his eyes and looked directly at me. “That was soooOooOo mean!!!” he declared. I just grinned back at him wickedly and kept my hand still for a moment. “He said they’re expecting the power back on in about an hour and until then we should stay together.”
“Oh what WILL we find to do for a whole hour?” I wondered aloud, before resuming my manual stimulation.
“Well..........there is a recurring fantasy I’ve had about you........” Chris started to explain.
“Mmmmm, do tell” I replied as my fingers worked open his zip and waist button.
“Aaaaah....well....I often imagine fucking you....hard....over your desk.
“Do you now? I responded in a manner that could be taken either as chastisement or as approval. “And how would that go then” I queried whilst reaching inside the opening of his jeans to set his raging erection free. Chris couldn’t help but let out a moan when his magnificent cock was released into the cool office air.

I stood up from my chair to meet his intense gaze at eye level. The fingers of my left hand were wrapped around his hot throbbing shaft; the fingers of my right hand were busy undoing the buttons of his casual white shirt.
“Well pretty much like this....but....” he said as he raised himself up from the desk, and stood towering above me. My 5” heels added a good amount of extra height but still only took me up to 5’9”. This did have its advantages though; it meant my mouth was in a very good position to start kissing and nibbling at his nipples. “...mmmmmmmm.....oh....I’m liking that....” Chris murmured “in my fantasy though, I’m the one in control”. As he said that, I gave his cock a firm squeeze reaffirming his assumption that he wasn’t in control of this scenario at all.
I chuckled “Okay....show me what you’d do if you were in control then” and it seemed Chris didn’t need asking twice. His large hands headed straight to my breasts; his beautiful long elegant fingers spreading over them and his thumb and index finger pinching and rolling my nipples. He stooped down to press his face into my cleavage and started eagerly kissing and laving the soft flesh. “Mmmmm.....your breasts are so fantastic....beautiful.....I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined doing this.” “Yes...me too” I thought in agreement.
“Turn around gorgeous.” He commanded. “I need to see that fabulous arse”. He put his hands firmly but gently on my shoulders to guide me round. My skirt was still half hitched from my earlier play and Chris pulled it up even further to reveal my lace clad bottom. “Oh yessssssss....fucking amazing!!” he exclaimed, as he gently caressed both large voluptuous cheeks and then gave the right cheek a light spank. That caused me to let out a moan as I felt the heat pulsing through my pussy.
Chris planted a kiss on my neck and then whispered in my ear “bend forward a little” so I complied and rested my palms on the desk for balance. Chris deftly pulled my panties down to my ankles and slipped his fingers between my arse cheeks, seeking out my throbbing wet lips. I could feel his cock tapping and bouncing against my left cheek while his left hand had firm purchase on my left hip.

His fingers expertly massaged and teased my clit, slipping back and forth over my fleshy folds and dipping into my impatient opening. I couldn’t help but blurt out ”More...please...more!!”
“Oh you want more do you?.....You naughty girl...good...because I have lots more for you”. And with that, Chris plunged two of his fingers all the way in and they felt sooooo good. His fingers began twisting and squirming inside me as he thrust them in and out; rubbing and stimulating my g-spot. “How’s that?....do you still want more?”
I managed to whimper a “Yes”.
Chris removed his fingers and I felt disappointed at the loss, but that disappointment was short lived when I suddenly felt the swollen wet head of his cock pressing at my entrance. “Is this what you want?”
All I could muster this time was “mmmmmmmm”.
“Is that a ‘Yes’” Chris asked as he pushed a little more, torturing me.
“Stop teasing! I want your cock!!” I exclaimed.
“Well okay then” Chris laughed as his cock head fully breached my pussy and then his thick shaft filled me completely. Both of us simultaneously let out loud gasp, the first of many gasps and moans and squeals that followed.

He slowly withdrew his cock, not completely, then slid all the way back in again. He continued to fuck me slowly at first, taking his time, savouring the sensations. Gradually he started to speed up; each thrust getting progressively quicker and harder.
The air smelled of sex and all you could hear between the mutual moans and grunts was the slapping of his taut muscular thighs against my fleshy buttocks. His hands gripped my hips securely and occasionally his right one would venture down to squeeze and massage and then lightly spank my arse cheek. With each slap, my pussy walls involuntarily clamped down on his thrusting shaft causing him to groan very loudly.
“You...feel...so...fucking...good” Chris exclaimed, his words punctuating his thrusts. Then he paused “Turn over beautiful, I want to watch you cum”.
Again I complied. I lay on my back on my desk, lifted my legs, resting them against his magnificent chest, with the heels of my boots on his shoulders. He wrapped his powerful arms around my calves, his hands gripping the front of my boots. I loved the feeling of him sliding into me again and even more I loved the look of utter arousal and pleasure on his face.
As Chris resumed his thrusting, my breasts started to jiggle hypnotically, causing him to smile as he watched them; mesmerised. With his right arm he reached between my thighs and his fingers sought out my clit. As he squeezed and massaged the sensitive bud, he adjusted the angle of thrusts really getting to work on my g-spot.

With that dual pleasure assault I could feel my orgasm starting to build. My thighs involuntarily began squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing and my fingernails tried digging into the desktop. It was fantastic, I didn’t want it to stop but I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. This gorgeous young man really knew what he was doing and my body couldn’t help but respond.
My moans became more urgent and guttural when I started to cum. My thighs desperately tried clamping together, the muscles in my abdomen became rigid and the roof of my mouth started to tingle. I couldn’t breathe and with every gasp for breath, the walls of my pussy bore down on Chris’s cock. As the pleasure waves of the internal g-spot orgasm washed over me, Chris continued exciting my clit, triggering a second, more intense clitoral orgasm. All the muscles in my body relaxed, I was well and truly spent. As Chris continued to thrust he gasped “Oh you look so beautiful when you cum”.

It wasn’t much longer before “Oh.......oh......FUCK!!” he growled and his jaw line became rigid as he clenched his teeth hard, then gasped and moaned and cried out as his orgasm spilled out feverishly inside me.
We remained motionless for a minute or so, our hot sweaty satiated bodies basking in the afterglow of a glorious fuck.

As we tidied ourselves up and got dressed again we smiled a lot and kissed a lot and nearly started undressing again.
Chris picked up his torch which had miraculously managed to stay put on my desk despite all the activity. “Stay here, I’ll be back in 5”.
“Why? Where are you going?” I enquired.
“Aaaahhhh....um....I have to put this back before anyone notices it’s gone” he replied, retrieving an object from his back pocket that looked remarkably like a large circuit breaker.
As he disappeared, grinning through the door, my jaw dropped as I realised just what had happened!!