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I often work late on an evening. I like the fact that it's quiet and there are no distractions. It's a large open plan office but my desk is tucked away in a corner that rarely sees any activity, except me, after about 5.30. Until tonight...
Tonight, David is there too.
Every woman in the office has thought about David at some point, although many would refuse to admit it. He's older than me by several years. He's confident, almost cocky at times and has the ability to turn women into nervous wrecks just by sitting close to them. I've often laughed at how strong, confident, independent women start giggling like schoolgirls, tilting their heads slightly and curling their hair around their fingers whenever he stops to talk to them. I was pleased to report that until this evening I was not one of those women.
I look up from my desk and smile when I catch his gaze. He notices then starts walking over towards me, probably I thought, just to pass some time before he calls it a day. He sits down close to me, maybe a little too close. In fact I'm sure that I noticed him moving a couple of files to one side so that he could edge his chair a little closer still. Instinctively I try to move my chair back but he's already moved his foot behind the leg of the chair, preventing it from budging an inch. I'm a little startled and begin to ask him what he's playing at, presuming that he's simply messing about. But before the words can leave my mouth he raises a finger to my lips. I don't know why but I follow his instruction and stay quiet. I'm not frightened of him but he's making me feel nervous. sincan escort I can't decide whether I like the feeling.
I try to stand up, to break the tension and create some space between us but as I do he stands up too. He's a lot taller than me and I realise from how close he's standing and the way that he's looking at me that he isn't planning on letting me past him. He holds the top of my arms and directs me backwards until I feel the ledge of the windowsill touching the small of my back preventing me from moving any further.
He moves closer to me, reaching one hand to rest on my hip whilst the other runs across my shoulder allowing my cardigan to slip loosely around my arms. His fingers are slowly unbuttoning my dress and yet I'm totally frozen, unable it seems to respond. I can hear the faint sound of voices in the office, around the corner but only maybe 5 seconds away if they decided to have a short stroll. His hand is working its' way up my thigh, beyond the length of my skirt and his other hand is grabbing my breasts firmly, playing with my nipples through the thin lace of my bra. I'm desperately trying to bring myself to my senses and put an end to the encounter but his fingers are playing with the lace trim of my panties now and my body doesn't want him to stop.
Trying to regain my composure I move my arms to push him away but almost as if he expected it he grabs my arms, forcing my hands back against the windowpane whilst he kisses my neck and shoulders hard. Any half-hearted attempts to back away further only result in me raising myself up onto sıhhiye escort the window ledge a little. He loosens his grip on my wrists, only enough it seems to test my resistance and when he realises that he isn't faced with any he lets go completely.
He moves his fingers beneath my already slightly moist underwear and begins to play with my clit, applying a little more pressure with each stroke. His mouth is kissing my breasts, his tongue teasing my now hard nipples. I'm acutely aware of voices around the corner, they sound a little closer but maybe that's just me. The work car park below my three story high windowsill will be full of people collecting their cars. No one will look up three floors though? My adrenaline is rushing and I can't shift the thought of someone maybe catching us. I can't relax but I'm so excited I know that there's no chance of me going back now. His touch is harder and steadier now and with more purpose.
His fingers are inside me and he's stroking methodically, making me push myself towards him, wanting him more. My nails are digging into his back and his arms and I find myself grabbing at his belt and his shirt buttons, needing to touch his skin and to feel him inside of me. I can feel his hard cock, teasing me from beneath his trousers.
I'm nervous about people in the car park below and I strain my neck to see if anyone is there, David takes this as a signal to turn me around so that I am facing out of the window. Offices directly opposite, although with windows too dark to make out whether there are people in them and the subayevleri escort car park below. I pray that no one looks up but carry on with a wilful disregard of any hesitation that I felt. His hands are covering my breasts for anyone to see and his fingers are still slipped beneath my panties, rubbing at my clit.
I reach around and release David's firm cock from his trousers, motioning for him to put himself inside me. He slips my underwear to the floor and thrusts deep inside me from behind. I gasp. I raise one knee to the windowsill so that he can push further into my pussy, steadily getting harder and deeper. He steadies himself with one hand on the windowpane, his other fingers working their magic on my clit. He kisses the nape of my neck and my shoulders firmly and pulls my head backwards by my hair. He whispers into my ear in a firm voice but quietly so that only I can hear him, telling me how it feels to fuck me. I can feel my own wetness and the start of my rise to orgasm. He's fucking me hard and rhythmically stroking my clit with more and more pressure. I can feel myself losing all control, the excitement and adrenaline rushing as my pussy starts to contract hard around his throbbing cock. I can tell he's almost there too as his thrusts become harder and his moans deeper and not as discreet. He can tell that my orgasm is strong and fast as he feels my juices rushing and he stifles my screams of ecstasy with his hand as he comes hard too.
After bathing in the aftermath of an amazing orgasm for a few glorious moments reality struck. I realised that my eyes were closed and when I opened them I noticed the reflection of something moving past the window. We both turned to look, only to see a figure disappearing back around the corner. Scrambling to redress ourselves we heard the sound of an engine and looked out of the window to see the final car leaving the car park...