Late Night at the Office
Written by: Amorica Croce
Late Night at The Office My uncle Jake would often remark: “Just because things ain’t hard, that don’t make’em easy”. I never understood what he meant by that growing up. I guess when the old folks tell you what to expect from life you really can’t grasp what they mean till the expected walks up and knocks the daylights out of you. I’m sure everyone has that moment where they wish they could rewind a pinnacle moment of life and do it over again. I often do when I think of all the times I should have gone left instead of right. I picture going left in my mind on a regular basis these days. When I picture it, it usually goes something like this. Days are monotonous…that shade of gray we all come to see and despise. You wear the same suit to the same job on the same day of your dreaded life. It would seem that the ninth ring of hell is a coveted vacation spot compared to the confines of a three by three cubicle plastered with post-it’s. The various and never changing days of my life where I started and ended up going right all looked like this; all except for one. I rarely stayed late at the office. But, I was a friendly gal and the cleaners used to let me in and out whenever I need to stay a little later. The winters are always the hardest to stay late. You dread the cold outside so much you don’t want to leave after a certain hour. Seven turns to eight which turns to nine and before you know it, it’s eleven p.m. on a Friday night and you’re still at the office. What I need is to get out of these cloths and into a hot bath…what I’ll settle for is some freshly brewed coffee. So what do you do? You stretch, you walk around your cubicle, you shift your bra around because you can…because there’s no one else there to notice. It’s just you and the computer screen. Of all the things lacking in your life at this very moment you reconcile the fact that there is only one you can actually remedy; despite your lazy and sluggish demeanor you get up to go and make some. After a short stretch down the corridor you notice there are absolutely no remnants of the cleaners. They left earlier than they should but then again Friday night is Friday night—even for the illegals. At that very moment your eye’s attention is caught. You take a step back. A low-lit desk lamp barely shines in a corner office. Must have been left on by the cleaners accidentally. You continue your walk towards the lunchroom still adjusting your breasts in your bra all the while thinking it must be nice for anorexic girls…they know not the pains of under wire digging into flesh after 14 hours of bra hell. Your thoughts are jolted by the voice of a man coming from the lunchroom…a voice in a heated argument. You slowly creep closer and realize no one is answering him. You start to wonder maybe you’ve had one coffee too many today, maybe your life has become the intro to some poorly written scary movie, or maybe that six hours of overtime really wasn’t worth it. And at the moment of your ludicrous contemplation you take a few more steps and hear an angry “Goodbye” followed by the click of a flip phone closing. You can smell the freshly brewed coffee and after all you didn’t walk all this way to go back empty handed now did you? So you take the plunge after 30 seconds of contemplation and walk yourself right in there. Now, although you got the gist a man would be in there you never once fathomed that you’d find the Executive from that corner office you just passed to be sitting in the lunchroom with one hand on his coffee mug and the other in his pants. But what you really couldn’t imagine was that same Executive making eye contact when you walked through the door hand still in his pants choking on that freshly brewed coffee he was downing the exact instant you waltzed in. Torn between helping the office pervert and running away as fast as is humanly possible. Quickly turning beat red the inner good takes over and you run for some Kleenex and pass it to the office pervert who’s lame attempt to regain his bearings inspires sheer laughter, but, you opt to grab a bottle of water out of the lunchroom fridge instead; all the while making sure never to look down at the hard on you can see bulging through Italian silk from the corner of your eye. You’d think that in light of recently transpired events stiffness and rigidity would somehow dissipate…to the contrary he seemed completely unaffected by me or the situation.It made me angry. I was angry he was there when I was there. I was angry he still had a hard on. I was angry at his aloof and uninhibited attitude. I was angry that he could be that way with out shame or interest in what the next person may or may not be thinking.
“I guess it went down the wrong way”. He uttered in a calm collected voice.
God damned fucking Executives: condescending pricks to the end. I could smell the cologne mixing with coffee. I hated that guy. I was so repulsed by him. His assistant always hogged the copy machine and was always in everyone’s face. Typical blond with purchased tits that must give a great blowjob because it’s the only reason she’s holding a job that pays better and requires less education than mine. My blood pressure was rising and in a few seconds I quickly lost sight of my place in this company.
“Maybe if you didn’t jerk off while drinking coffee you wouldn’t have that problem”. I couldn’t believe the words lashing off the tip of my tongue.
I quickly poured my coffee, added milk and one packet of artificial sweetener all the while feeling eyes piercing the back of my skull. Like a bat out of hell I fucked off right out of there. I walked faster than I thought my soar feet could every carry me and sat back down in front of my computer screen sipping coffee trying to figure out how to function after what just happened. What in the hell was I thinking? This nervous tick took over my leg and I could feel myself get up. I didn’t want to get up but for some reason I got up coffee mug in hand and seemed to be going back to the lunchroom. Just as I turned I found Mr. Executive at my cubicle, and could feel him perfectly rigid against my stomach. I could feel how anatomically correct he was because I had started walking before looking and walked right into him…getting coffee all over the both of us. I couldn’t move when all I heard was…
“I really liked this suit. How do you suppose to make it up to me?”
I dropped back down in my rolling chair with the mug dropping on the carpet floor next to me. After a few hard long breathes and just as the coffee on the front of my blouse starts to feel cool and sticky I looked up. I’m not like that little blond assistant. My tits aren’t bought and that’s why they match my ass and thighs. I’m not like the women he parades around with…but I am something…something unlike anything else he’s every experienced. Just like an out of body experience I could see my hands sliding down the front of my blouse.
“I really liked this outfit,” I said looking up as my hands made their way to my skirt and hiked it up ever so slightly. “I think you should start making it up to me”. There are many pleasures this life has to offer. None quite like the site of a million dollar paycheck in the form of an attractive, intelligent, and powerful man dropping to his knees at light speed as he crawls over to you smiling much like you’d imagine God does. Always the wiser and never letting on he’s beat. He slowly trailed his finger up the inside of my calf and once he reached my knee I felt the entire warmth of his palm. My instinct was to cross my legs as I cringed and that’s what I did. But, you can’t start and not finish because men like him don’t start and not finish in life. I could feel his palms prying my legs open. I was getting an urge just like back in the lunchroom and was taken over by a very angered and hateful feeling again. I didn’t know why but I quickly took my hand to the back of his hair and pulled ever so gently…the funny thing was he didn’t seem to mind at all. Interesting set of events…one million kneeled before forty two thousand. I slouched down a bit and put my calves over his shoulder revealing my thigh high stockings. He looked a bit shocked…after all the over garments of life never really match the undergarments. Especially when his little bombshell assistant wore granny pantyhose…my French lingerie may have been a little more provocative…but then again I was the only one who saw it…until now that is. He put his hands on the front of my panties but I stopped him from taking them off.
“You have to make me come without tasting me.” I said cruelly. “That’s going to take forever.” He replied disappointed and confused.
“I’m a patient woman.” I answered while digging my heels into his shoulders.
I could feel his breath over my panties as he massaged my clit gently. I was so wet but didn’t want to let on. I could see he was excited as he looked up at me hoping for a reaction. I tried not to give him anything at all. Just as I didn’t he pulled me down on the floor. I struggled with him but it was useless. I could feel him finding his place between my legs. I could feel his swollen cock through those pants as they tried to find a way out of there.
“You ever been dry fucked on cheap carpet sweetie?”
And just before I could answer his question I could feel him moving over me fully clothed. All of his weight on me as he tried to kiss me on the mouth, but, I resisted, he settled for my face and neck as he pushed and rubbed himself on me harder and faster. I clawed at his shirt and tried to push him off me. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me come so quickly. There was no stopping him so I moved towards the Achilles heal of all men…I put my hand on his belt and undid it. I got a quick response from that and he eased up and stood in front of me on his knees. I undid his pants and watched his throbbing cock poking out of a whole in his boxer briefs. He was so big. Big man, big pay day, huge cock…some people are just born lucky I guess. I leaned back on my elbows and just looked at him breathing hard. He could hardly contain himself as he pulled it out and stroked it. I’d never seen one so big before. Long thick and perfectly cut cock. I tried not to look impressed but I could feel my clit pulsating. He came in closer and tried to kiss me again. Just as he was almost there I stopped him.
“I want you to slide your cock all over my pussy. I want to feel the tip of your cock hard on my clit and then when I’m about to come I want you to fuck me.”
He looked at me as though I’d said something he’d never heard before in his life. He turned flush for just a moment. As though he felt the need to negotiate. But, it wasn’t that at all. I’d never seen a man genuinely need anything before.
“I’ll do what ever you want just let me kiss you.” He said with fueled exasperation and yearning. And I did, I let him kiss me. I could feel his breath more relaxed now, his heart rate steady. He kissed passionately. Just a little bit of tongue at the end of each kiss. He peeked his eyes open every time he caressed my breast. This coffee stains were becoming so disgusting. He didn’t mind it at all as he slid his hand into the cup of my bra. I could feel him pulling down his pants with his hand. He stopped pulling my panties down for an instant and put his fingers inside me.
“Why’d you stop pulling them down?” I said enthralled with pleasure.
“I like the way the fabric feels on the back of my hand when my fingers fuck you.” He answered putting them deeper inside me. “This wasn’t a part of the deal”. I answered putting my hand on his cock.
“I felt the need to renegotiate.” He answered cocking his head back just before he kissed me.
I quickly pulled him closer to me with his cock. I knew it hurt him just a little. He took my panties off and pulled me closer to him. He pulled me by my ankles. I could feel a little burn underneath me but I didn’t care. He rested my ankles on his chest as he placed his cock on my pussy. He put his hand over the top where I left hair. I liked it to be clean inside and underneath…but I still wanted to look like an adult. He caressed the hair for just a second then slid the head of his penis over my clit all the way down to wet crevice of my little opening. I could see he wanted to put it inside. He ran his free hand through his hair. I could see the anticipation was killing him. The more I saw him suffer in silence the wetter I got. He could feel it as he worked on me. I knew he knew because I saw a sudden smile as he looked down on me. He could see I was starting to move with him, my hips in sink with him. It made him happy I could tell because with ever stroke over my clit he pressed just a little harder. I could feel myself coming because I pulled my ankles off his chest and spread my legs wider. He moved closer and was on top of me still massaging me with his hard cock only now he was licking and biting my neck. I could feel him put an inch in, just an inch. I was dieing. I kept moving with him and he loved it. He didn’t need to say anything. We just lightly moaned and made quiet noises only animals could understand. I put my hand on his cock and put it in a little more. He got up on hands and I could see his back arching a bit. He tried to resist. I could see he tried. I didn’t want him to. I just wanted to be devoured. I knew he wouldn’t do anything unless I told him to. He just looked down watching the tip of his cock inside and outside of me.
“Fuck, oh fuck.” He gasped whilst looking down at me. You rarely here women tell a story about fucking where eye locking is involved. But, his eyes locked mine. It was so intense that I pushed my pelvis up quickly. I had all of him in me. It was amazing. He dropped all of his lower body into me. I could feel him in side me for a short while just stalled there. He watched my eyes and just stayed inside me not movie at all. He kissed me a few short kisses and sank himself deeper. He started moving and had perfect rhythm. He filled me up. I never wanted it to end. He knew how to move and I moved with him. Occasionally he’d take it out half way and watch my expression when he sunk it back in deep. The fourth of fifth time he did it I put my hand on my clit and began massaging it.
“Do that again.” I said as my voice cracked. It must have driven him wild because he took it all out this time and slid it back in slowly.
“Again.” I said massaging my clit faster with my other arm over my face. He quickly pulled my hand off my clit and put it over my head. He then took my other hand and pried it from over my eyes and face. I was tearing up and flushed with adrenaline. He saw this and entered me while holding my arms over my head so he could watch me. I sighed and moaned as I tried to be quiet. He quickened his pace and kept sinking deeper. It seemed like we’d be fucking all night at this rate. He was insatiable. He loved to kiss between obscenities. He’d say something awful and kiss me.
“You like my big cock between your legs don’t you. Spread wider for me baby I want to fill your warm cunt.” He took my left thigh and pushed it closer to the ground. He pushed harder and kissed me hard as he thrust. I could feel my thighs quiver and so could he. He knew I was going to come and he picked up the pace. He let go of my harms and I grabbed on to his back clawing and wrapping my legs around him. He used his arms as leverage and fucked hard into me with that huge cock. I knew he was ready to come when he ripped open my blouse. At that moment I came hard and could feel my insides trembling along with my legs until I couldn’t move as I bit into his shoulder. He pushed in to me a few more times exhausted and complete. He pulled out of me and could barely move.
“Can I…”
“Come on me.” I said with very little breath left.He did. He came on my stomach and then cleaned it off with a handkerchief he pulled out from his pocket. I couldn’t breath. I just lay there with my legs frozen and spread. I closed my eyes just for a second when I felt a tongue licking the juices from my inner thigh and then that same tongue sinking deep in my pussy licking all the inside of it. I couldn’t move anymore. I couldn’t even say stop. But he did on his own. “I just wanted to taste you.” He said as he made his way back to my face. He kissed me and was very tender. Not at all like you’d imagine a man like him to be. He kissed me for a long while after we’d finished. Not just my mouth but my face, neck, and breasts. He caressed every inch of me with his hands and occasionally pet my pussy after putting my panties back on. Yes, he even put them back on for me. When we finally managed to stand up he pulled up his pants and just stared at me. I could see he was lost for words. I was lost for words too. The awkwardness of an after intimate moment is more about filling up the silence with something stupid than anything else.
“I’m Jason.” He said with a sheepish grin.
“I know. I work here.” I answered doing up my blouse.
“Well, I work here too, but I don’t know your name.” He said standing closer. “Really? You interviewed me.” I said looking up with a very serious look on my face. I was clearly lying, but I could tell he bought it as the holy look of terror consumed him.
“Well, I am responsible for a lot of people, I can’t remember everyone.” In that moment he realized it wasn’t going well. He realized he’d said something very wrong and was looking for an out.
“I understand Jason.” I was finished doing up my blouse and moved on to my shoes.
“So, will you tell me your name?” He asked in the most needy way.
“Why?” I answered. “I don’t do this often.” He paused and rephrased. “I do this often but just not what we did. What we did was something, well it was something, wasn’t it?”
“Okay?” I gave him nothing to go on. I could clearly tell that a man like him wasn’t used to working at women. Having a woman once isn’t like keeping her. And considering the expression on his face, I’m not sure once was enough. He stood looking down at me and walked closer. Jason put his hands on my face and made me look up at him. I wanted to run out of there. I don’t do this. I don’t have sex with random people. I don’t give over the edge. I do not pursue obviously impossible and insane emotional attachments. I do not have a problem saying NO.
“We don’t have to do this again. We just have to go for dinner and talk a bit. Maybe see a movie. I need to put a name on the card when I send you flowers. You follow me?” He said getting closer to my lips. “Who says I want to see you again?” I whispered.
“I do.” He said just before kissing me. I stopped him. Against my better judgment, reason, and rational, I stopped him. “Amanda.” I whispered. Fighting every syllable from escaping my lips.
He picked me up hugging me and looked around my cubicle. “Amanda, where’s your purse?” “Under the desk.” Suddenly I was being put down.
“Grab your stuff.” He said suddenly.
“Excuse me.” I retorted at the order.
He was not amused in the least and went over to my desk and got it himself along with my coat. He put my coat around my shoulders and handed me my purse. I felt so wrong in that moment. As though something had gone categorically wrong in my life. I could see he saw this because he quickly remedied the situation. He pulled me close and grinned sheepishly.
“You need a shower, I need a shower…I’m taking you home, to my place that is.” I just shook my head at this. “Do you ever just say yes?”
“No.” I answered.
He couldn’t stop himself from laughing as he hugged me. “I didn’t think so.” He kissed the top of my head as he hugged me. “You’re a piece of work.” He said while pulling me out of my cubicle. As we left the pungent aroma of sweet and spilt coffee lingered. Neither of us seemed to mind. For once, I didn’t seem to mind…and that never happens.
