“So, Alex, what do you think?”
I hear the words, but they just don’t register in my brain. Instead, my eyes stay glued to her lips as she utters the words “Alex…?” God, how I want to kiss her.
“Earth to Alex, do you copy?”
“Yeah, sorry, I was just elsewhere.”
“So, what do you think, should we move this vase a bit to the center of the table?”
I try to summon my two brain cells that are not busy drooling over her, and answer, “No, otherwise you won’t have room for all the dishes.”
“You’re right,” she says, flashing me one of her signature smiles.
I agree, I’m right. I’m right in front of you and I’d be so right for you if only you could see it.
But I don’t say any of this out loud, and instead, I simply answer with a smile, or a sorry excuse for a smile that can in no way compete with hers.
Hers? Let me give you a bit of context: she, Clémence, is my client. We’ve been working together for a few months, as my company is providing hers with some help on a big, fancy product launch. The kind where everything must be perfect, and where diverging so much as a fraction of a hair from what is planned could cost me my job. So I guess it would be best for me to focus on what I’m doing rather than daydreaming about all the things I’d do to her, if only she’d let me. But how can I look away from these beautiful green eyes? She’s got brown hair, those sparkly eyes and a voice that makes me crazy when she says my name: “Alex.”
I, on the other hand, have brown eyes and if it weren’t for my slightly darker than usual skin, you could say I’m pretty average. I’ve joined this company a few months ago and this is the first project I was assigned: I can’t help but think that it makes me a bit of a baby to her eyes, even though I’m only five years younger.
She’s the lead project manager for this event, and she’s done quite a few of those, you can tell. When I first met her, I was slightly intimidated: she greeted me with a polite smile, handing me her perfectly manicured hand, “Clemence, nice to meet you.”
I shook her hand, trying to look professional, but my white t-shirt and washed out jeans were no match for the navy blue, so-fitting-it-looked-custom-made skirt she was wearing, along with a cream-colored blouse that hinted just the right amount of cleavage to remain safe for work. She introduced me to the rest of her staff, and we began working right away. The handshake had lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough for me to notice the ring on her finger, discreet but ever so present.
Of course she was married, what was I thinking? And even if she wasn’t, there was no way on earth there would ever be something between us. With time, my intimidation vanished, as she always took the time to ask for my opinion, and soon enough we found the kind of working dynamic that can make a project go faster and better.
Of course, the hidden part of the iceberg was that I grew more and more fond of her, and soon enough I began seeing her in my dreams – the kind that makes you wonder if they were real, when you wake up in the middle of the night, with a heat between your legs and your hand inside your panties. As the weeks passed, the dreams began more vivid, and soon enough I was touching myself every night, imagining her body on top of mine, and frantically running my finger around my clit, wishing it was hers.
And here we were, the day before the big event, putting the last touches on the decorations, long after everyone went home to rest. The celebration would last all day tomorrow, and she had dismissed the team earlier than usual, leaving only her and me in the big ballroom where the speeches would take place.
Adjusting a misplaced flower in the vase she had just put down, I took a step back. The room looked pristine, and you could easily imagine the hundred and twenty guests that were invited mingling from table to table while sipping the expensive champagne that we had chosen – and probably ruining the setup we had put so much time into arranging. But that’s how it goes with these events: you work for months to prepare what will be consumed in a few hours, and probably forgotten in a few weeks’ time.
But right now everything was perfectly laid out, from the white tablecloths that looked so impeccable they could have been ironed directly on the tables to the white peonies that adorned every corner of the room.
I was proud of my work – our work actually, as I realized how much of this had been the fruit of our common creation. I silently thanked the skies, as I knew from my colleagues that were working with other companies that this kind of work dynamic with the client was a blessing that shouldn’t be understated.
“Ready to go?” she asked, as I turned to see her standing right next to me, a bit closer than what you would call as reasonable distance.
“Yes, let’s get some rest,” I answered, and we both headed for the basement, where the changing rooms were. The light in the corridor leading there was dim, as only one of the three light bulbs on the wall was working, and I was trying not to fall while checking out her perfect ass as she walked a few steps ahead of me. All of a sudden she stopped and turned, and by the time my eyes went up, hers were already fixating my face with a severity I had never seen in them.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, hoping that she hadn’t noticed me staring at her backside. She didn’t answer, but she took one step toward me, once again getting closer than I was comfortable with. Her green eyes were fixated on mine and she looked as if she was about to tell me something, her lips slightly parted.
She leaned her head towards me, stopped for a second and to my surprise, kissed my lips without a word. Her kiss was soft, and after the initial shock, I began parting my own lips as well, caressing her hair in the process. She took my face between her hands, as if she was trying to make sure I wouldn’t run away, and continued kissing me with her soft lips.
I couldn’t believe this was happening, and a million questions were going through my mind right now – what? how? since when? – but I knew better than to ask them, and grabbed her waist instead, pulling her closer to me while still kissing her.
As we went on, our kisses grew longer and more passionate, and soon enough I was touching the skin on her back with my right hand, as my left hand was intertwined with hers. I wanted her badly, I wanted to make her feel the passion that I had kept inside for so long.
As I proceeded to take her blouse out of her skirt, my left hand unzipped it a bit while my right hand was making its way to her breasts. My left hand found her panties right when my left hand found her breast, and I took it in my hand along with the lacy fabric that covered it. I didn’t have to look to recognize her black lace lingerie set – the one that I had seen so often under her shirts, and that I was desperately trying to get a hint of just a few hours earlier.
The fingers of my left hand had found their way past the elastic of her panties, and were now just inches away from her pussy. My middle finger plunged right between her folds and slowly went back up to find her little button. She was wet, to my delight, but not as much as I wanted her to be. As my finger began circling around her clit, my other hand undid one, then two buttons of her blouse.
There they were, her magnificent breasts, in all their glory, though still encased in her black lace bra that left little to the imagination. I proceeded to free the left one from the bra, and as I did so, the back of my hand touched her nipple, which hardened to the touch. As soon as her breast was free, I placed my mouth on it and proceeded to lick it, shifting my gaze from time to time to see her face.
God, she looked gorgeous.
Her eyes were closed and little moans escaped from her lips, which made me want her even more. While still sucking on her nipple, I freed the other breast, then placed my mouth on it as my fingers replaced my tongue on the left one. All along, my right hand was still playing with her pussy and I could tell she was getting wetter by the minute. My mouth sucked on her nipple one last time before leaving it, not without reluctance, and I placed my face in front of hers as she opened her eyes.
I wanted to see her, I wanted to dive into those green eyes of hers that had caused me to touch myself in the toilets so many times during our meetings. She opened her eyes and looked surprised to see me there, as if she was in some sort of fantasy. She held my gaze, however, and moaned a little louder when my finger pressed on her clit a little harder than before. I couldn’t count all the things I wanted to do to her, but first I wanted to make here come, right here right now, in this dimly lit corridor in the basement. I moved my hand a bit faster, sliding through her lips from time to time – she was driving me crazy and I could only imagine the state of my own sex while my fingers were caressing her inside her panties.
Her breathing became faster, and a sense of urgency took hold of me when she looked at me in the eyes and said, “Don’t stop, Alex, make me come.” I couldn’t help but kiss her, and her muffled moans grew louder. I knew she was close, and I couldn’t wait to make her come. I moved my mouth to her neck and started kissing her there, my tongue joining my lips in licking her skin, left a bit salty by the thin layer of sweat that covered it.
“Yes, keep going, just like that,” she said, and I smiled thinking I didn’t plan on doing otherwise. Right as I was beginning to bite her neck, her breathing became shallow and her words turned to moans, “yes baby, I’m coming.” My middle finger continued flicking her clit as fast as I could, as the wetness of her climax coated the rest of my hand. If it weren’t for her hand that took mine out, I’d still be there, trying to bring her higher and higher.
I took a step back and looked at her, not knowing what was to come. Was she going to get mad? Was I going to be fired? As she leaned against the wall, panting with her eyes still closed, I began questioning everything that had just happened. She had kissed me first, right? But what about the rest of it? She opened her eyes, a smile on her face, and proceeded to kiss me, still breathing heavily. Whatever this was, I knew it was just getting started.