A short moment away from a Wednesday morning rampage, I wanted
nothing more than a few hours of peace to prep for the day ahead. I have had
the morning from hell. I was late for work, I missed my morning coffee, and
quite frankly, I wanted nothing to do with anyone on this snowy day in
December. Nothing has gone right and the day has barely just started.
Almost immediately upon arriving at my desk, the phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered, making it clear that I was not in the mood to confront
whatever lay on the other end of the phone. “Good morning. There is a Mr. Tall,
Dark and Handsome here to see you.” Seriously? What
on earth was this woman thinking? How could our receptionist be this unaware?
After the morning I have had, how could she possibly believe that I am
interested in her silly games? “Here we go,” I mutter to myself sarcastically
before hanging up the phone. For all I know, it’s likely another client needing
custody advice over a child they have spent little to no time with, or some
deranged ex-wife wanting to “take him for all he is worth”. Reluctantly, I
wander toward the front desk.
I meander around the corner; back straight, smile on, pad and
paper in hand and that is when I see him: Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. I was
taken back and at a loss for words. I had only met him just days
before and easily deemed this man one of the most fascinating
men I had ever encountered. My cheeks warmed, reacting to
the somersaults occurring deep in my core. My female
instinct begged me to insist we go somewhere private. At first,
I simply want to avoid looking like a 14 year old girl, giddy with
excitement. However, quick to follow, was the need to get this beautiful
man in a room alone, without any distractions. I turn to the receptionist and
in the most professional voice I can conjure up, I ask if there is a boardroom
available. She points to the smallest boardroom in the hallway and I, with
poise and confidence, request that Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome follow me.
Slowly turning away, crushed by the thought of a moment spent not appreciating
the beauty in front of me, I direct him toward the assigned boardroom. It is in
this brief moment that I see his lips slightly curve and his head nod in
compliance. Mmm, he’s gorgeous.
I enter the boardroom and hold the door open for him as follows my
direction. He stands before me in a black dress coat; tall and strong. I ask
him what he’s doing here, trying my hardest to calm my nerves. I’m vibrating
with excitement and I'm sure he can tell. I realize now that he
is holding a take-out cup in his hands. I look up at him earnestly, confused
yet grateful, before he offers me what can only be described as
perfection. I take the cup out of his hand and enjoy the most delightful aroma
of coffee before placing the cup on the boardroom table. With tantric
anticipation I turn back to him. He looks at me with his bright blue eyes and
tilts his head, “I’ve also come here for another reason”, he states with an
authority that is not to be questioned. I look quizzically into his eyes,
but instead of responding with words, he begins to show me exactly what he
means.
He grasps my hand firmly and pulls me into him. My god, he smells amazing. His other
hand is cupping my neck, guiding my lips towards his. Hovering briefly, he
looks into my eyes, completely aware of what he is doing to me. His thoughts
reach my ears without so much as a whisper: “You are so beautiful, I can’t wait
to taste you.” My body responds and I melt into him. Our lips connect as fireworks seem
to explode around us. He brings both of his hands up to cup my face,
deepening the already intense embrace. My senses are on fire, but I’m
completely at ease. I moan softly into his mouth causing his back to
stiffen. Mmm, he likes that, eh? He pulls away from the kiss, guiding my
head and whispers, “I’ve missed you.” I can barely stand, let alone
formulate a coherent sentence, so I lean forward to kiss him
again, pleading with my actions to do the talking for me. God,
I love kissing him. My hands, with a mind of their own, begin to explore his
body. First, I’m touching his chin. I can feel the soft stubble on his strong
jaw line. My hands then work their way down his body and stop to rest on his
broad chest. His hands move from my face to hover over my waist. I know that he
craves to touch me, but hesitates to do so. He’s a classy man and I
love that about him. I guide his hands toward my chest and begin to massage my
breasts with his hands underneath mine. Another moan eagerly
escapes my mouth. He begins to move into me, directing my body backwards
toward the large table, centered in the room. He breaks the kiss,
leans over me and moves the coffee that I have so quickly forgotten about,
to a table in the corner of the room. He enjoys the little delays between each
caress; short moments playfully created to build anticipation.
He turns and with the look of lust in his eyes and begins his
path toward me. I expect him to kiss me once more, but instead, with a
fierce grip he grasps my hips and lifts me onto the table. I am quick to
giggle, but a stern but sexy “Shhhh”, escapes his mouth. “It’s 10:30 on a
Wednesday morning and you, my dear, are a professional”, he reminds me. I
cover my mouth anxiously, realizing that those not far away may have overheard.
This man, quick to move my hand, leans in just close enough and whispers “Don’t
ever cover that pretty mouth.” Before I have a chance to respond, he kisses me
once more, this time more deep and passionate than the moments before. His
hands begin to explore my body, only this time, he does so without hesitation.
He begins to hold my chin with his right hand, leaving nothing to chance, and
slowly, sensually, moves his left hand from my neck to grasp at the bottom of
my shirt. He abandons my lips as he pulls my shirt above my head. Without a
second thought, he holds both of my breasts in his hands and begins to kiss
them reverently. With a breathy groan, he whispers, “Mm, you taste delicious.”
Once again, a explosion erupts in my stomach, leaving me with a breathless,
agonizing need for him. What
is he doing to me? My hands begin to play with the hair on his neck
and my head rolls back, in thorough enjoyment.
He pulls away, momentarily, to say, “I love your choice of outfit,
my sweet.” I've no need to question why it is he
loves my outfit – I already know. I was wearing
a white, long sleeve shirt that is tight around my breasts; breasts he seems to
be quite fond of, a black skirt that hugs my waist perfectly and black, knee
high boots. He wants me and he is doing nothing to hide that fact. He moves me
according to his will, pulling my waist to the edge of the table and rolling my
skirt up as high as the position allows. Refusing to break eye
contact, he speaks with authority, “Don’t you dare move - I’m not finished
playing with you.” A current of lust runs through my backbone like an electric
shock as he begins to unbutton his pants. He moves closer to me and begins to
kiss me once again and I start to unbutton his shirt. He leans back to look at
me. The intensity in his eyes could (or rather has) taken hold of me; it is then that he slowly, gently
slides into me.
My back arches in submission as my body accepts his length. His
arms wrap around me and he begins to move with commanding intensity. My body
moves at his will and my mind is clouded with nothing but his penetrating eyes.
I take off his shirt before lying back on the table as he continues to move
inside of me. I want to enjoy this; I want to feel him sliding in and out of
me. I’m hot and wet and his quiet moans are so utterly gratifying. I want to
scream in pleasure but I am fully aware that we are in an office and there are
people everywhere. I cover my mouth, protecting this secret as I begin to
build. He continues to thrust into me and before long, I grasp his forearms,
which are guiding my hips to match his rhythm, and I whisper
that I'm going to cum. He leans forward and begins to kiss and suck
on my neck and chest. Between kisses he groans, “cum for me, baby.” I
follow his direction and begin to release; it is long and intense. I bury
my face in his neck to avoid making more noise than I already have. My body
shakes around him and I know that he, too, is about to climax. His body
stiffens over me repeatedly and his intensified breathing alters before he
falls forward. He is holding on to me with all that he has to offer. He moves
his arms to balance his body over mine and he gently lays kisses on my face;
first my forehead, then my nose, then my cheeks and finally my lips. My arms
come around his neck, holding him tight as I kiss him back.
Once our breathing has eased and we find the energy to move again,
he assists me off of the table, guiding me to the pile of clothes that he had
so passionately removed only moments before. With guiltless satisfaction,
he begins to button up his pants. Standing before me, with no
shame, this undeniably sexy man begins to help me dress. Looking deep into
his eyes, thinking to myself how perfect this moment is, a smile forms. From
the depths of my being, I am enjoying every second spent doing up each and
every button on his collared shirt. I realize that I have no mirror with
me and absolutely no way to tell whether or not I look like I was just fucked
on a boardroom table. He seems to be aware of my thoughts and places his finger
gently over my mouth before I can speak. I stop all movement and
look up at him quizzically. “You look more beautiful than ever,” he
says gently. He places a kiss on my smiling lips before saying, “Mm, I love the
taste of your lips.” I sink against the boardroom table. His words make
me melt. He moves toward the door to open it slightly and he begins to speak,
but at a much higher volume than normal. “This has been such a pleasure. Maybe we can set up another appointment for later this
week?” I'm speechless. His poise, his confidence and his ease at
a quick cover-up story have left me in complete awe. Before he shuts the
door to leave me alone in the room, he pokes his head back in one last time to
say, “I’ll see you later, beautiful” and gifts me with his gorgeous, flawless,
million dollar smile.
Mr. Tall, dark and handsome is
right.
