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  “Yeah. You know, the one who doesn’t wear that much makeup. Ordinary, and I mean, ordinary clothes. Nothing sexy. I swear, she reminds me of a librarian some days.”

  Again, Mitch sat there while Larry cracked himself up. Did this guy ever do any actual work, he wondered? “She seems pretty enough.” No, she seemed damn gorgeous.

  Her shoulder-length blonde hair, which had a natural wave, could look unruly, but in a sexy, tousled way. Her green eyes shimmered every time she smiled or laughed, and her body seemed as though it should be something carved out of the finest marble. She wasn’t petite, but her frame gave off the appearance of being tiny. Her breasts definitely weren’t small, though. He estimated they were probably a C cup, and they looked absolutely delectable. While she hid it well with her clothing, he knew very well just how tiny of a waist she had and how sexy the delicate curves of her hips looked as she writhed and bucked her body in pleasure.

  Larry shrugged it off. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, she’s not ugly by any means. She just doesn’t doll herself up, you know?” Larry took a big swig of his coffee before standing. “Anyway, I better get back to work.”

  What? You’re going to work? No, are you sure it won’t be too much for you? Self-indulgent prick. “Sure, see you later.” Mitch watched Larry leave his office and hoped to God that in ten or fifteen years, he didn’t turn into a jerk like that guy.

  Mitch took a deep breath and decided that maybe he should take a little walk. Just to stretch his legs, he told himself. Yeah right. He knew he would see Sara. He had to break the ice with her in order to get to know her. Because what Larry hadn’t mentioned was that Sara was quiet and shy. And if Mitch was honest with himself, he would have to admit that wasn’t his usual type. But something about her seemed just too damn good to pass up.

  * * * *

  Sara sat at her desk with her headphones on and listened to the voice drone on and on about legal jargon as she typed steadily. She was so bored. She could do this in her sleep. She needed something. Anything! A small flush rose over her cheeks as she remembered how she woke up that morning.

  While she was mortified that someone might have seen her, she couldn’t help but remember the excitement she felt at watching the couple. She had watched them before. But it seemed so much more erotic this time. She had wanted to be down there with them. Them? Hmm, she wondered about that. Would or could she be with another woman? She doubted it. She couldn’t even be with a man. Every time one was nice to her, she clammed up.

  “Sara? Are you listening to me?” She looked up to see Mitch Harding, the new attorney they hired just last month. He had dark hair and brown eyes. He was handsome in a classic, GQ way. But his biggest attribute was his smile and that he used it often. He was actually very pleasant, which she found odd since most of the attorneys at the firm seemed kind of sleazy.

  “Sorry. I was lost in dictation land. What can I do for you, Mitch?” She took the headphones off and set them in front of him.

  Mitch looked at her, and he weighed his options. He could be a pig like Larry and tell her exactly what she could do for him. But that was not his style, not to mention it would probably be frowned upon in the work place. Better off keeping it simple and casual to start with. “Do you have the Jennings file? I couldn’t find it in the file room.”

  “Ah, let’s see. Yep, here it is.” She pulled it out from underneath some other folders and reached over her desk to hand it to him.

  “Great. Thanks.” He should have walked away then. But he couldn’t. He didn’t move at all as he found himself staring at her green eyes. Until that moment he hadn’t realized just how pretty they were, with tiny hints of gold flecks surrounding the pupils. Intriguing, he thought. No matter how beautiful she seemed to him, he was still mesmerized by the picture of her loving herself with her vibrator. He couldn’t get the erotic image out of his mind.

  It was probably good that she didn’t even know that he had moved into her complex. He hadn’t even known she lived there, either, until he saw her walking away from her mailbox yesterday. Yesterday, just hours before he watched her pleasure herself into such an intense orgasm she fell asleep.

  “Mitch? Is there something else you need?” She with an inquisitive look on her face.

  Yes, lift your skirt up and let me eat your smooth pussy. “Nope, that’s it, thanks.”

  She smiled and put her headphones back on while she went back to her typing.

  Mitch walked back to his office and closed the door gently. He tried to reign in his control as he paced the small office space and cursed himself when he couldn’t get his hard-on to settle down. The same thing had happened to him this morning in the shower. But he had been able to do something about it then.

  He walked behind his desk and sat in his chair. He leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his neck. Think of something boring, he thought. Probability and statistics. He had hated that class in college, so that should do the trick.

  But it didn’t. He just started trying to calculate all of the different ways he could fuck Sara. He considered all of the different variables of taking her in public or in private. Then his mind drifted for a moment when he thought of all of the toys he would love to use on her, causing a smile to form and his eyes to close, losing himself in the fantasy.

  He was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of papers falling to the floor. Mitch opened his eyes and saw Sara standing there. Her eyes wide as she stared at the bulge in his pants. She wasn’t moving, and he had to bite back a grin when she unconsciously licked her lips.

  “Sara?” His voice was seductively quiet.

  He watched as she slowly brought her gaze up to meet his and swallowed. “I…I brought a...” He had to hold back a smile as he saw her staring at his erection through his trousers. The sight was clearly leaving her tongue tied. He wondered if she was hypnotized by the image, just as he had been the first night he saw her.

  “Close the door, Sara.” Although spoken quietly he was giving her a clear demand.

  He waited as she did as he asked and closed the door.

  “Thank you. So now, what did you bring me?” He smiled at the hidden innuendo. He enjoyed the look on her face. He had thought when he fantasized about her last night that it would take some coaxing to get her into his bed. But now, watching her, he knew that she was almost there, and he would have her.

  She was frozen, still not saying a word. He waited until finally her eyes met his. Raising his brows at he indicated he was waiting for her to continue.

  “I found, um, the ah.”

  His lips quirked up as he saw her gaze drop back down to his erection. “Ah, I see. Is this what you found?” He asked her as he reached his hand down and rubbed his cock through his pants.

  As she blinked nervously he felt sorry for her. Her hand was against her chest and she looked as though she was short of breath.

  “There is no reason to be shy or embarrassed, Sara.” He smiled at her as he continued to rub up and down on the front of his trousers. “Would you like to come over here?”

  He could see her inner conflict. It was clear in her eyes. Just as he was sure she would say no and leave the office he heard her say, “Yes.”

  Sara seemed almost more surprised than he was that the word spilled from her mouth. As he smiled at her he wondered where this brazen Sara had come from. Could it have been his neatly trimmed, dark hair? Maybe his brown eyes that most women referred to as gorgeous? Maybe it was his tan and muscular physique.

  No, he knew those were only part of her attraction toward him. The way she was staring at the bulge in his pants said it all.

  “Sara? I thought you were going to come here.”

  She had stopped just on the other side of his desk, shaking her head, clearly unsure of herself and what she was doing.

  “I shouldn’t.” she said to him in a quiet whisper.

  He laughed and held his hands out to her. “Oh? I don’t agree. I think you should. Now come here.”
r />   There was a predatory gleam in his eyes telling her he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He waited as she started walking toward him again.

  Mitch turned in his swivel chair and opened his legs. Pulling onto the belt of her skirt he yanked her body closer until his head was staring at her breasts. He closed his eyes and remembered what she had looked like last night in the window as she pinched her nipples until they were hard little nubs of pleasure.

  Mitch turned her slightly and forced her body up to sit on the edge of his desk. He watched her as her breathing became rapid and she continued to say nothing. He knew he was taking a chance here. Office place romance was not a good idea in any profession. Not to mention when you were the new guy. But he didn’t want to romance her. He wanted to fuck her.

  Mitch rubbed his hands up her legs and under her skirt. Relishing the silky smooth skin that lie under his fingertips. He watched her eyes close as she gasped. In part pleasure or part fear, he wasn’t sure. He was usually very good at reading women. He knew what they liked and could tell from their body language and expression just how far they would go. Even when they didn’t. But something about her perplexed him. The layers to her reactions were contradicting one another. Which only fascinated him more.

  When he got to the edge of her panties, he gently ran his fingertips along the lower seam, starting from the outside and working in. He watched her face flush as she moaned. Once he got to the small satin covering the beautiful, shaved pussy he saw last night, he stopped.

  “Your panties are wet, Sara.” He pulled his fingers out and licked the dewy moisture from his fingers. “Mmm, and you taste so sweet, too.”

  Oh, Jesus. What was she doing? This was so not the type of person she was. Or was she? She remembered last night. She remembered the things she fantasized about when she watched the other couple, and she knew the things she craved. She wanted this. Right now, and right here, she wanted Mitch. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged her away.

  “Why are you shaved, Sara?” Mitch asked her as he gently massaged her thighs.

  What? How did he know I was shaved? “How did you know?” Her question came out in a raspy whisper.

  “I could feel it, or the lack of it under your wet panties.” He stated matter-of-factly.

  “Oh.” She said, embarrassed.

  “Well? Why are you shaved, Sarah? Do you like your pussy shaved?” He waited and continued when she didn’t answer. “Does it make it more sensitive? Does it make you want things when your smooth skin brushes against your satin panties?”

  Is it possible to come from someone talking to you? She could feel sensations tearing through her body that she had only been able to achieve through masturbation. “I, Mitch, I don’t know what to say or, I don’t know what…”

  “Or what, Sara? You don’t know what to do?” His voice was soothing as he spoke.

  She nodded as she bit her bottom lip. God, she was so nervous, but her pussy throbbed, and her panties were getting wetter by the second. She wished she was daring. She wished she had the guts to tell him exactly what she wanted.

  “What would you like to do?” He asked her as he brought his hands up her thighs and gently tugged on the sides of her panties, slowly bringing them down her trembling thighs.

  She surprised herself by lifting her bottom and helping him remove them. Once they were free of her legs, he lifted the small, white satin panties to his face. “Mmm, you smell just as good. Your scent makes me want to lay you down on that desk and bury my face in your pussy.”

  Her eyes widened at his erotic words. Was he going to do it? She wondered, or maybe hoped was a better word. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off of the bulge in his pants. Lord knew she had already broken enough office policies just sitting on his desk, creaming herself, but she couldn’t help but want to taste him. She wanted to hold him in her hands and take him deep inside her mouth. What’s more, she wanted it so bad she thought she might actually die from it.

  He looked down at his cock as she watched it. “This? Is this what you want?” He took her hand and placed it along the hardened shaft. “What do you want to do with it, Sara?”

  Tell him. Was this even really happening? She couldn’t possibly tell him what she wanted. What kind of a person was she? But she had to, she needed to. She had never wanted anything so bad in her entire life. Tell him. Tell him what you want.

  “No, you’re not going to tell me? Fine. How about I tell you?” Mitch undid the button and zipper to his pants and pulled out the engorged flesh of his erection. He stroked it as she watched him.

  Oh, my God. She wanted that. It looked so much bigger than she thought it would be. She looked at the dark hair that surrounded the pulsating flesh and wondered what it would feel like to explore all of the different textures with her tongue.

  Mitch watched her eyes grow bigger and lick her lips when a tiny pearlescent drop of fluid sat on top of its head.

  Yeah. He knew exactly what she wanted. “Lick it off for me, Sara.” His voice had changed. It didn’t sound soothing now. It sounded sexually demanding, for some reason, though she was excited by his words, not frightened.

  She should be offended by his request, but she wasn’t. She looked at him and watched as he pulled her hand down, tugging her off of the desk. “Get down on your knees, Sara. Bend your head down over my cock, and take it in your mouth.”

  Oh yes! She couldn’t pretend to be lady anymore. She couldn’t pretend to be shocked or even offended, she wanted it. She had been fantasizing about this for weeks, maybe longer. She dropped to her knees and moaned in pleasure when her tongue flicked over the head of his cock and she got her first taste of man.

  “Yeah. That’s a good girl. Come on, Sara, suck me.” Mitch commanded her.

  She wanted to. But her insecurity got the better of her. She had never done this before. She had no idea what it took to please a man. She looked up at him. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do.”

  While he felt like dropping his jaw to the floor at the shock of her admission. He had to admire his little Goddess for trying it at all, especially since she had never tried it before. And the idea that she was doing it for the first time to him was driving him crazy. “You want me to teach you how?” He waited for her to nod. “Here. Like this.” He wrapped his hands around her head. “I’m going to guide you honey.” He brought her head down until his throbbing cock was an inch from her. “Open your sweet mouth, baby. Open it and take me inside you.”

  She did as he asked and he helped guide her head down. He knew she hadn’t been prepared for his size when he felt her kick in as he hit the back of her throat.

  Mitch waited for her to regain her composure while massaging the back of her head. She looked up at him, and he could see tiny shimmers in her eyes. The poor girl hadn’t expected him to be so large, and she was embarrassed. “Do you want to stop?”

  She shook her head no. “I want to learn how.”

  Oh, and he wanted to teach her. If she wanted to learn, he would happily be her instructor. He knew now what he had suspected last night. Once wouldn’t be enough with her. He smiled as he thought about the many lessons that he would love to give her.

  “Okay, honey. Here’s what I want you to do. Try to think about it like this,” he said as he massaged the back of her head, trying to force her to relax. “Think of my cock as a giant popsicle. Only a hot and hard one. Do you like popsicles?”

  She grinned and nodded.

  “Good. Because this one is special. See this Popsicle you have the power to control with the swipe of your tongue and the heat of your lips. Your hot and wet mouth can make it do things that it has no control over. Do you know what I mean?” He waited while she said nothing. “No, well let me explain it a little better for you. You see, when your sweet and sexy mouth is wrapped around my cock, it feels so good. And while I’m fucking your mouth, the pleasure is so good that I just explode from it. And that would be all because of you. You would have the
power over whether or not I come.”

  How sweet she looked, he thought. She listened to his words so intently. Her expression made her all the more beautiful. Here he was going to fuck her in the mouth and she seemed so eager to want to please him.

  His thoughts were interrupted by her soft voice. “If you did, if I did…where, I mean…”

  He listened to her nervousness and found himself entranced by her innocence. How could this be the same woman that had fucked herself so good last night?

  “Where would I come? Is that what you’re wondering?” He waited until she nodded again. “It would be wherever you wanted. Wherever you felt most comfortable. But I’ve got to tell you that I would love it if you sucked my cock until I spilled my hot cum in your mouth.” He watched her cheeks get pinker and knew he could get her to do just about anything right now. Her arousal was written all over her blushed face.

  “Can we start again?” she asked him hesitantly.

  He listened to her sweet request. She was so submissive. He wondered what things he could get her to try, how far she’d be willing to go when she got turned on.

  “Sure, baby. This time, relax. Take all of me in your mouth. I want to feel the head of my cock hitting the back of your throat. And no matter how hard it gets, I don’t want you to stop for anything. Do you understand?” His calm, demanding voice was back.

  Sara nodded eagerly, and he pushed her head back down onto his cock. He could feel the tension the first time few times she took him deep, but then, he felt her body start to relax.

  “That’s it, baby. Oh yeah, Sara. You’re so sweet. Suck me just like that. Yes!” Mitch was pushing and pulling her head back and forth over his cock.

  He heard her moan and watched as her hips started to wiggle. “Do you like that, Sara? Huh, do you like it when I fuck you in the mouth?”

  “Mmm.” She had grabbed onto his cock and was sucking him off like an old pro. He could also tell that every time he talked dirty to her, she got more excited and more into it. A man had to go with his strengths, he decided.