Office Tension

The tension built until Kelly took control

Photo by Andrey Popov on Adobe Stock

Kelly started at the new office two weeks ago. The transition from West Coast to East had been smooth enough given that she’d lived in Connecticut as a child.

The weather turned cold earlier this week, though, and she’d found herself shopping for pants. Kelly would have to trade her skirts during the winter. 
Kelly arrived early, like she did every day, preferring to get her cognitively demanding work out of the way before the office filled up.

Another senior account rep, Dave, had the same idea. The two of them had developed a coffee mug raise greeting. When she glanced over now, he was missing from his desk. The disappointment caused her shoulders to slump.

As she logged into her email to review the notes from the proposal she sent out the day before, Kelly heard the elevator ding and resisted the urge to leave her desk to see if it was Dave. She bit her lip to keep from calling out.

“Morning, you beat me in today, it seems,” Dave leaned his lanky frame against her door.

“I had some trouble sleeping, so I decided to get an earlier start,” Kelly tried not to stare at the way his shirt pulled taut against his shoulders.

“Your proposal was good; the partners seemed happy.”

“Thanks, it’s hard to know what to expect, and I’m not even sure what some of their comments mean.”

“If you want, I can go over them with you, see if I can shed some light.” Dave gestured to her computer.

“That would be great,” Kelly said.

“Give me five minutes to make a coffee, and meet me in my office.”

Kelly watched Dave’s muscular thighs as he walked away from her office. She’d never been more thankful for the windows.

Kelly took a deep breath, trying to calm her raging hormones. It had been so long since Kelly had good sex. The random Tinder hook-ups she’d arranged since moving had been lackluster. One man even refused to go down on her, though Kelly had given him her best porn-star blow job. She was reasonably sure Dave would be a different experience altogether.

Kelly gathered her laptop and a notepad and headed over to Dave’s office. He waved her in as he sipped from his coffee mug.

“Alright, show me the notes, and I can answer your questions. Do you want to pull up a chair?”

“Um, no, I’m happy to stand for a bit.”

Kelly’s shirt billowed out when she bent over, and she wondered if Dave could see her bra, she thought about adjusting it but decided against drawing more attention. She opened her laptop and logged in.

Dave took a few moments scrolling through the document and reviewing the track changes before asking what was unclear. When he glanced at her, his eyes paused at the white lace peeking out from the neckline of her shirt. Kelly bit her lip.

“You shouldn’t do that,” he whispered.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize,” Kelly lied, quickly adjusted her shirt.

“No, I meant biting your lip. That’s dangerous,”

“Oh,” Kelly was flustered now and felt the heat rise in her cheeks, she bit her lip again.

Dave ran a hand through his hair and sat back from his desk, “Ok, look, I’m at work, and I’m a man, so I have to be careful here. You flirt with me every day, and I know I give it right back, but I’m not going to take it further without you asking me to. I’m not sure whether you’re toying with me, interested, or looking for a way to file a sexual harassment thing.”

“Oh, um, I’m… interested, very interested,” Kelly said, biting her lip again — this time with intention.

Dave was on her in an instant, one hand around her neck, fingers in her hair, and the other pulling her hips towards him. Kelly rose to meet his lips and let her tongue tease them open. Dave groaned and deepened the kiss before letting his lips trail along her jawline to the soft spot on the side of her neck. His hand left her hip to tease open the buttons on her shirt.

Kelly’s skin burned where Dave’s fingers brushed along her breasts, her ribs, and her navel as he opened her blouse and let his hands explore.

The ding of the elevator was as loud as a fire alarm and caused them to jump apart. By the time the partners rounded the corner and saw them through the window, Dave was seated and pouring over Kelly’s blank computer screen as if it was the most impressive investment portfolio he’d laid eyes on in years. They both waved to their superiors.

The rest of that day, Kelly’s phone lit up with texts from Dave. The looks that passed across the office only increased her desire., and she found herself wishing she’d worn a skirt, so she didn’t have to worry about the wetness of her excitement soaking through.

At lunchtime, Dave appeared in Kelly’s doorway.

“I think we should have lunch together.”

“Yeah, I think so,” Kelly jumped out of her chair and walked toward the elevator with Dave trailing behind her.

Four of their coworkers squeezed into the elevator at the last second.

“You two want to eat with us? We’re going for sushi,” the newest associate, Aurora, asked.

“No, um, we’re having a working lunch — discussing my proposal,” Kelly felt her cheeks redden.

Aurora shrugged, and when the elevator dinged at the lobby level, the group wandered away.

“My car is in the garage,” Dave pointed to the door.

“What do you drive?”

“Um, an Audi, why?”

“I have an SUV; we’ll go to my car.”

Kelly strode ahead, leading the way. Dave couldn’t help but smile as he watched her curvy backside sway. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted.

Kelly unlocked the SUV and climbed in the backseat.

“You don’t want to grab lunch?”

“After, right now, I just need to fuck you,” Kelly didn’t wait for Dave to climb in before unbuttoning her shirt and sliding her pants down her hips.

Looking around to make sure no one watched them, Dave climbed into the SUV and shut the door, thinking the black window tint should help maintain some privacy.

Kelly straddled him and worked quickly to undo his belt while she kissed him eagerly. Dave wound his hands through her hair and delighted in the moan that escaped her lips when he tugged gently.

When his erection sprang free, Kelly wasted no time lowering herself onto his shaft. The steamy looks and texts flying across the office all morning titillated her mind and lubricated her pussy.

Kelly sank, taking the full length of him in, then sighed and let her head fall back. She tilted her hips back and forth slightly, enjoying the feeling of being stretched, filled, and desired. Dave kept one hand behind her neck and lowered the other to her lace-covered breast. He teased her nipples gently through the fabric of her bra.

When she looked into Dave’s eyes and smiled, an animalistic need took over, and Dave gripped her hips hard and propelled her back and forth on his cock. Her wetness was audible until her groans drowned out the sound of their passion.

Kelly retook control, circling her hips around while flicking her clit with her fingers.

“Show me how you like to be touched,” Dave whispered as he watched Kelly’s fingers, “Let me try,” he touched her hand, wanting to take over.

Kelly removed her hand and, with both arms for support, increased the speed of her hips. She felt her brain overpowered by the rush of pleasure, and as the warmth built up inside her, Dave whispered encouragement.

“Yes, put it right where you need it. Ride that cock,”

Kelly’s moans were loud enough that passersby could likely hear them, but Dave was beyond caring at that point. When she started to shake with the beginning of her orgasm, Dave took her cue to increase the speed of his fingers dancing across her clit. Her pussy pulsated, milking his cock, and he came, shooting his load deep inside her.

Kelly rested her head on Dave’s shoulder, and his hands caressed her back.

“I needed that so bad,” Kelly whispered.

“So did I,” Dave kissed her.

“Now, I need tacos, let’s go find a food truck,” Kelly slipped back into her pants and buttoned her shirt before climbing out and giving Dave a moment to pull his pants back up.

The next morning when Dave arrived early, Kelly wasn’t in her office. He turned to enter is own. Kelly sat on the desk, legs crossed wearing a sheer black bra and panties.

“Lick my pussy, please?” Kelly purred.

Dave couldn’t help but oblige, a woman who loved sex and tacos might be a lot of fun or trouble. He was excited to find out which.

Special Thanks to Christine Stevens for encouraging me to finish a sexy story during social distancing.

A previous version of this story appeared in Sexual Tendencies