“You can’t do that,” I told myself as I stared longingly at her sexy bare legs. Tasha was the new office girl, and she was stunningly beautiful. She sat in a small open cubicle at the front of our office cubicles, greeting potential customers and answering and routing calls to the sales agents. Every so often, she’d casually walk to the back of the offices and to the break room or perhaps the ladies room and then casually walk back to her work station, which was just a few feet from where my cubicle was located.
She kicked off her stilettos and rubbed one foot over the other. I could see all of her bare leg and a good deal of her thigh, since the short dress she sported that day, had a slit in it that reached up to – well it was unusually high and I’ll leave it at that.
“You can’t do that,” I kept telling myself over and over as I day-dreamed about her, secretly fantasizing how I would ravish her young body, if given the chance.
One by one, the sales agent left, shortly after five. Tasha remained seated, even though it was past the time for her to leave. Five thirty came and went and then six o’clock came and went. Janice, one of my co-workers walked past my cubical.
“It’s just you and the receptionist,” Janice noted. I liked Janice. I had once made a move on her at work and she quickly let it be known that my advances were not welcomed. Janice and I played a cat and mouse game. She would openly flirt with me, and I would take the bait and then she would shut me down. I think she enjoyed her little game. I hated it.
Tasha was not only a head spinner, but she was also very provocative. No young woman walks slowly past a guy’s cubicle, greets him with a smile and a wink, and then saunters off like nothing happened.
Tasha glanced back towards my cubicle and I pretended to be hard at work. I could tell she was anxious to go, or so it seemed. I watched as Tasha sauntered to the front door of our offices and silently latched the deadbolt. I pretended like I was typing away on my laptop at my cubicle.
Tasha retook her seat at her desk, and I could see her checking her make-up with a small mirror she had pulled from her purse. She used a lone finger, tongue moistened, to fine-tune her look. She brushed her long brown hair and rechecked her make up.
“If you have a hot date,” I said from just a few feet away, “You should probably go. You look fine, and I’m going to be here a while.”
Tasha turned and looked in my direction.
“I was waiting on you,” Tasha replied, looking back towards my cubicle.
“Don’t wait on me,” I replied. “I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on.”
“I not supposed to leave any sales agents alone,” Tasha shot back. I reiterated that I would be OK and that she could go.
Tasha stood up and sauntered in my direction. Her blouse was uncharacteristically unbuttoned, and I could very easily see her white lace brassiere, which barely held back her cleavage. Holy Smokes!
“Are you sure?” Tasha asked as she stepped up to the opening to my cubicle.
I quickly averted my eyes back to my computer.
“Am I sure about what?” I asked.
“Are you sure I look fine?” Tasha asked.
Damn. Was this a trick? Was I being set up? Janice had threatened to get me fired for hitting on her at work, so I was being very cautious.
“Yes,” I stammered out. How could she not know her blouse was unbuttoned?
“But you might want to button up,” I noted.
Tasha looked down at her exposed chest and unabashedly replied,
“I’m sorry, but I just had to give them a little breathing room. They’ve been cooped up all day.”
I chuckled.
“OK,” I replied. “But you don’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure before you even get to your date.”
“Oh,” Tasha replied, her hands on her hips, “I’m not going out anywhere. I was just waiting on you to finish up with your . . . . reports.”
Her brief pause was so very suggestive in nature. Damn.
“You can’t do that,” I said.
“Do what?” Tasha shot back. Now she was toying with me.
“You know what,” I argued back.
Tasha rapidly batted her long eyelashes, as she looked down at me, in silence.
“I’m only waiting on you,” she said after a few seconds. She bit down on her lower lip with her teeth, and then she cocked her head sideways. “Whenever you are ready.”
Damn.
She silently unfastened the rest of the buttons on her blouse as she stood in front of me, allowing her blouse to part. She silently placed her hand over the bra cup of her left breast and squeezed it, as she took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled.
“I’m just going to sit at my cubicle and wait on you,” she said, turning and walking off towards her cubicle, just a few feet from me. Holy Mother of God!
“Wait a sec,” I blurted out. “You can’t do that!”
She turned and looked at me.
“Do what?” she asked. It was as if we had just had this conversation.
“You know what,” I repeated.
“I’m just going to wait on you,” she repeated back.
“You don’t need to wait,” I replied.
Tasha smiled and proffered a wink at me.
“Stop that,” I replied.
“Stop what?” she demurely responded, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Don’t play games,” I shot back.
“Who is playing games?” Tasha asked. “Certainly not me!”
I chuckled.
“You and I both know what’s going on,” I retorted.
Tasha stood stoic about six feet from me, at the entry point to her cubicle. She bit down on her lower lip, once again, and then, this time, she hand-brushed her long wavy brown hair back over her shoulder.
“Would it bother you . . .” Tasha began, “If I told you I found you very attractive?”
“No, it wouldn’t.” I replied, “The feeling is mutual.”
Tasha unceremoniously slipped out of her blouse and tossed it on to her work chair in her cubicle. She slipped her thumbs under the straps that held her brassiere in place and peeled them off her soft shoulders, slipping her arms through the straps, watching for my reaction.
I silently unbuttoned my shirt and I swiveled in my desk chair, out from behind my cubicle desk. I saw Tasha’s eyes dart towards the budge that had formed in my crotch.
Tasha smiled and stepped towards where I was seated at the entry to my cubicle. I parted my legs and silently patted my inner thigh. Once again, she bit down on her lower lip as she looked down at me.
“You know,” she said softly, “You can’t do that.”
“Do what?” I sarcastically replied. I rubbed my hand back and forth on the inside of my leg and then over my crotch.
“You know what you’re doing…” Tasha retorted.
“What am I doing?” I replied.
Tasha closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth. I scooted my chair in her direction. My knee met her calf and she took a step backwards.
“Don’t tell me you are shy,” I remarked.
“You know,” she replied, looking down at me, “This is dangerous.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “We might end up totally naked and making out.”
“You’d like that?” Tasha asked.
“Oh yeah,” I shot back, unbuckling my trousers.
Tasha watched in silence as I slipped my hand into the opening of my trousers and readjusted my tool. She took in a deep breath and exhaled.
I stood up. As I did, I reached out and took Tasha’s hand into mine. I looked directly into her eyes as she looked back at mine. Neither of us said a word. I proffered a wink and a head nod. Her hand found its way to her chest and she held it there, waiting for me to say something, or perhaps, do something.
I covered her hand with mine and gently moved her hand to my crotch.
She did not say a word as I pressed her hand against my erection. I leaned in closer to where she was stationed in front of me. I gently pressed my lips to hers, to gauge her reaction. Her eyes widened and then suddenly, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, letting me know that she was ready to take things to a different level. I placed my hands on either side of her angelic face, as we kissed. Oh Lord.
She pushed her hand in past the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts, feeling for my erection. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and squeezed it. Oh Lord.
In an instant, my trousers fell to the floor. Tasha took a knee in front of me. She pulled my boxer shorts down, allowing my manhood to become fully exposed. She gently took my cock into her hand, rubbing it with her other free hand, gently caressing and massaging my testicles. She looked up at me in silence to gauge my reaction. Then, without saying a word, she slipped the head of my cock into her mouth. She rhythmically worked my cock in and out of her mouth, slowly and deliberately. She ran her wicked little tongue around the head of my circumcised tool, coating it with her saliva. Precum dribbled from the head of my tool. Oh, Lord.
Tanya planted kisses on my pubic area and my lower abdomen, and then she reached up and worked her hands on to my chest, and then, she slowly raked her fingertips downward, driving me absolutely bonkers.
I helped her off her knees and then I helped her out of her bra, which joined my shirt on the floor beside us. I stepped out of my trousers and my underwear, as she slipped out of her skirt. She had nothing on at this point, but her pink thong-like panties.
Her boobs called out for attention. I was more than happy to oblige. As I massaged her boobs and cuddled them in my hands, she hummed her approval, her eyes closed.
She silently pushed on my chest, asking me to sit down. After I regained my seat, she turned her back to me, backing her luscious buttocks up to me, well poisoned between my parted legs. My cock arched upwards, glistening with her fresh coat of saliva coating it. She lowered her thong. It clung to her moistened private parts, only briefly and then it fell to her ankles. My eyes were glued to her ass and her pussy. Oh Lord!
She stepped out of her thong, still wearing her stiletto heels, which I absolutely loved. She parted her legs ever so slightly, allowing me a more detailed look into her world. She inserted a lone finger into her pussy, and then she turned and looked back at me.
“I don’t have any protection,” she said softly, backing herself into towards my lap. “But I’m clean and I am on the pill.”
She reached between her legs and grabbed my erection. She worked my tool along the outer edges of her pussy and then she positioned my tool for entry. She settled down on to my lap, my tool sliding into her very moist pussy, slowly and easily. She gently wiggled her hips back and forth, my eight-inch cock buried deep inside of her, as then she leaned back against me. I wrapped my hands around her supple waist.
“Hmmm,” she hummed. Oh Lord!
Her hands were pressing on my thighs as she worked ground her ass into my lap, my cock buried inside of her. She lowered her head and I watched as she balled her hands into white-knuckled fists, shaking and trembling.
“Oh! My Gawd!” she cried out. Oh Lord!
Suddenly, my lap was flooded in her womanly juices. I pushed Tasha on to my desk, forcing her into a more favorable position for myself. I drilled my tool into her love box, as I leaned into her, from behind her.
“Fuck me!” she pleaded. I had no problem complying with her pleas.
She spread her legs and opened herself up to me. I quickly unloaded inside of her, as she shook and trembled, crying out, “Give it to me!!”
I collapsed backwards and into my office chair as Tanya continued to grasp the cubicle desk. She pulled her long brown hair forward, over her shoulder, and then she looked at me.
She took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled, and then she pulled herself from off my workstation desk. She looked at me, my cock half-erect and glistening with her pussy juices.
“That was good,” she said. “Very good.”
I thought the very same. She propped herself up on my desk, her stiletto feet dangling off the desk.
“Do you want to grab a bite to eat?” she asked.
I chuckled.
“And then what?” I pressed.
She bit down on her lower lip.
“I don’t know,” she said softly. “Maybe we can go back to my place and get to really know each other.”
Oh Lord . . .
