After Work (NSFW)

AFTER WORK

‘Hello.’ I said.

‘Hey.’ David said.

I smiled as I held the phone to my ear as I swiped my pass card then opened the door.

‘How was it?’ he said.

‘Honestly?’ I said.

‘Yes.’ he said.

He almost sounded amused.

I looked around, walking to the point where I was out of earshot and even with that, I made sure I kept my voice low.

‘She’s awful.‘

He chuckled.

‘Was she ok to you?’ he said.

‘I think so.  It’s not that she’s a bad person or anything, she’s just so out of her depth…’ I said.

‘I bet…what’s her name…Julie loves that’ he said.

I chuckled at that.

‘Where are you?’ I said.

‘In town, just finished.’ he said.

‘Will I see you tonight?’ I said.

‘Yes. I want you to come to mine.’ he said.

I grinned at that, and found that I had begun to dance my car keys across my fingers absentmindedly, and the smile across my face broadened as I went to the car.

‘You do?’ I said.

I came over mock-playful, after the polite frustration that had characterized my work. I relished the opportunity for distraction.

‘Yes. I know you have had a hard day…I want to see you.’ he said.

‘Even though I might just moan solid about my new boss for the entire evening.’ I said.

‘If you find yourself doing that, i will have failed my responsibilities as your man.’ he said.

There was something about how he said that, I sighed at that.

‘Can I go home first?’ I said.

‘No, I want you to come straight to mine.’ he said.

I heard the smile in his voice.

‘You seem sure of that?’ I said.

I got into the car, and put my bag on the passenger seat.

‘I will see you at mine.’ he said.

The warm authority of his voice made me bite my bottom lip and my cheeks flush.  I checked my reflection and saw that my eyes shone.

‘You might.’ I said.

He chuckled.

‘I will see you at mine.’ he said.

I saw my colleague Julie leaving, gave her a wave and hoped that she wouldn’t see how red my cheeks were.  Then I started the car and drove off.

Traffic was thick and slow, and I found something stirring on the Ipod, looking at the line of cars ahead of me and watching them crawl forward, wondering how long I would be stuck for.

Thinking of him became an almost tangible thing, a sensation as much as an action that seemed to take my excitement into the air around me.  I turned the volume up to match my mood, the music adding to everything until I was tapping the steering wheel and singing along with abandon.  I didn’t even stop when the traffic in the opposite lane slowed down enough so that I came into view, and I saw a teenage girl turn her head as her dad, behind the steering wheel gave me a knowing wink.  It felt like the world was cheering me on as I edged a little further.

Blessedly, the traffic seemed to break past the roundabout and I made it through town, cheering to myself as I got across before the lights changed and then I was on the final stretch to his.

Parking at his wasn’t easy, but fortunately I found a spot where I knew the car would be safe and that I wouldn’t have to move it at any point.  I locked the car, grabbed my handbag and called him.

‘Hey.’ he said.

‘Come meet me.’ I said.

I looked up at his window, seeing that it was open and the lights on with the curtains open.  I heard the faintest trace of music beneath his voice.

‘On my way.’ he said.

I stood there, beneath the streetlamp, looking around until I heard the door open and he stood there for a moment, a slight smile upon his face.

‘Hi.’ I said.

He had showered and changed, but not shaved, a white shirt over faded blue jeans and his feet bare as he stepped forward.  As he drew close, I could smell him, clean skin and linen as I winced as he came to me.

‘You’ve got no shoes on’ I said.

He drew me to him.  He was not forceful or clumsy, but there was intent wed to grace. I had never known a touch like it as he slid his left hand along my forearm as he brought his right arm around the small of my back, keeping it still as we drew close.  His mouth stopped, so that his lips were close, but not touching.  He took a deep breath, and turned his head to one side, then the other.

‘I’ve been thinking about you all day.’ he said.

His voice was low and certain and I looked into his bright clear eyes.

‘God, what’s gotten into you today?’ I said.

He smiled and brought his lips closer, close enough to touch but just keeping that contact from happening.

‘Thinking about something.’ he said.

I pulled my head back, and looked at him and brought my hand to the side of his face, letting the tips of my fingers settle on his cheekbone.  We were stood there outside his flat, and I felt as safe and as loved as anywhere in the world.

‘What?’ I said.

It came out as a wet croak, my heart pounding enough so that I could barely hear myself over it.

‘I think you know.’ he said.

I let my eyes fall shut as the sensation took over me.

His lips were soft, warm and still for the briefest moment as mine touched his.  He met my kiss with his own, lightly at first, then stopping before I let myself surrender to his mouth, how it played against mine, lips and then, his tongue which made me sigh into his mouth as it swept over mine.   My hand fell away from his face so that I could surrender all the faster to it.

 

The moment was sweet, and within it, I felt whatever hold the day had over me disappear.  He brought his other hand up to my face, keeping it there.  He pulled back then, looking into my eyes with a focussed appreciation.

‘Come upstairs.’ he said.

‘Yes, please.’ I said.

‘Good, because my feet are starting to get cold.’ he said.

I laughed then, and playfully swatted him on the shoulder.

‘Lead the way.’ I said.

He half turned, taking my hand in his and we walked to his front door.

Led up the stairs, we went into his and I caught the smell of recently cooked food, meat and vegetables overlaid with spices.

He had set the table for us, white tablecloth, with a candle burning in the middle of the table, that made the cutlery gleam and the glasses of red wine look all the darker for the light set against them.

‘What have you done?’ I said.

He laughed as he took a towel and opened the oven door., folding the towel over in his right hand as he reached inside.

‘Thought I would make an effort’ he said.

‘I can see.’ I said.

He turned and raised his eyebrows as he drew out loaded plates, the towel keeping his hands from being burnt.

‘Sit down.  Have a drink.’

I kicked off my shoes and put my handbag by the door.

He turned and brought the plates to the table as I sat down. He laid my plate before me and I looked at it, inhaling deeply.

He served up steaks with a neat stack of green beans, drizzled with olive oil and a jacket potato sat on my plate.  I cooed appreciatively, as he set his own plate down and took the towel back to the oven.

‘This looks lovely.’ I said.

‘Thank you.’ he said.

I looked up from the food to see his eyes set upon me, smiling appreciatively.

‘I like to keep things simple.’ he said.

I raised my glass, and we toasted one another.  I looked into his eyes, and I saw the hunger there, focussed onto me and what he wanted to give me.

We ate, keeping the conversation light, he listened more than he spoke and soon we  were sat there, empty plates and glasses that he refreshed twice.  I felt sated, and I leaned forward, my head beginning to swim slightly. I felt both full and pleasurably empty at the same time.

‘I am going to guess that you have plans for me this evening?’ I said.

‘I do.’ he said.

I felt the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, and a shiver drape itself across me..

‘If I may?’ he said.

He finished his glass, with his eyes never leaving mine. Despite the wine and the flavours of the meal, my mouth was suddenly very, very dry.

He came around to where I was sat.  Stood before me, I looked up at him and he brought his index finger forward to sweep a lock of hair from my forehead.  Then I felt it overcome me, and I took a deep breath, standing up and taking his face in my hands, kissed him.

His mouth tasted of wine  and as our mouths danced with one another, it began to taste of us, the way that we eased into one another, in such a sweet easy way. I felt his hands move to my waist, smoothing out over my hips and settling there.

I ached for him to be everywhere.

I stepped forward, and we moved slightly, keen to keep the kiss moving.  I pulled away, my hands still against his face, and I smiled at him as I took a breath.

‘You have no idea how lovely this is.’ I said.

‘It’s as much for my benefit as it is for yours.’ he said.

‘Of course, I know I’m not…’ I said.

‘Don’t.’ he said and brushed his lips against mine.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful, I love to look at you.’ he said.

‘You’re not normally like this..’ I said.

He turned his head to the other side.

‘I’m not much for constantly talking to feel the silence in a conversation.’ he said.

‘I just know what I want.’

‘Which is?’ I said.

‘You, i want you.’

‘I just know that there are times’ he said. ‘where I need to show it a bit more.’

I kissed him.

‘You really don’t.  I know..thank you for this, even just this…’ I said.

‘Don’t be grateful. ‘ he said. ‘You deserve this.’

My stomach muscles clenched and I felt a hunger well up deep within me, sinking into every bone in my body.  I sighed, and pressed my body to his,  as I laughed with delight.

‘I should have crap things happen at work more often.’ I said.

He took charge of the kiss and his hands worked up my sides a little more.

I went to say something but I couldn’t make the words come out quite right.

He turned us around, laughing as he walked backwards. He pulled away and looked at me.

‘Tonight, nothing exists except you.’

‘And me.’ he said.

‘Where are we going?’ I said.

He took both of my hands in his, pulling me against him.  I felt his cock through the denim as I reached to touch it, feeling it’s heat through the cloth.

‘Is that my dessert?’ I said.

‘Would you like that?’ he said.

I put my lips to his, my tongue darting forward to slide against his then I pulled it away as he followed, leaning into it as I kept my hand at his cock.

I sighed, and let my touch speak for me.

We went into his bedroom, I could smell the fresh linen and the candles carried the scent of warm cinnamon to us, spilling light over the wooden floor.  He had made his bed with white cotton, and I looked at the room, not having seen it this controlled and ordered before.

I felt him move to stand behind me, his left hand smoothing around my waist and over my stomach as I felt his right lift and brush away the hair from the back of my neck.

‘Oh John…’ I said.

‘Thought I would make an effort.’ he said.

Being so close, I felt his voice travel through me, setting collisions, explosions within me as he planted the softest, most perfect kiss at the nape of my neck and I felt him inhale me.

‘You smell amazing.’ he said.

I chuckled.

‘Saying I stink would ruin the mood, I suppose.’ I said.

He laughed softly, and pulled my shirt free, slipping his hand beneath to stroke the skin of  my stomach as I pushed my backside against my crotch so that I could feel him against me. I felt safe enough to let go, to indulge in such a way that all the day’s anxieties faded away. I turned, and brought my hands to him, pulling at his shirt, wanting to feel him, see him, burning with want to know and to see all of him.  The freedom to let go was as intoxicating as the wine, more so because I kissed him with a passion that the wine couldn’t account for.

 

It all felt so deliciously urgent, but without any real hurry attached to it. His attention was beginning to relieve me of the power of thought.  I only had to be present and to allow him to serve me.  His fingers worked, undoing a button and then they slipped  to touch my skin, as we kissed one another. He was smooth and deliberate, and my shirt fell open as he swept his hands over the front of my bra.  I shook it away, wanting to be free of it so that I might feel more of his touch.

It was warm, his fingers moving with a deliberate slowness that raised gooseflesh where he touched me.  He moved his fingertips over where my nipples were covered by the material of my bra and he pressed with a little more fervour, massaging them so that they began to stiffen, before he slid his fingers upward.

He drew his head back and looked into my eyes.

‘Shall we get on the bed?’ he said.

‘On?’ I said..

I put my arms around him as his hands moved to unclasp my bra, and I turned my mouth to his right ear, taking an earlobe between my teeth and biting down gently.  He chuckled as I did that, then I whispered into his ear.

He stepped back, drawing the straps away from my shoulders and I finished sliding it off. Standing there in just my skirt and tights, I felt completely at ease with him as he unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine as I quickly unzipped my skirt and pushed it down over my hips.

 

‘I intend to.’ he said.

I took a deep breath, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as he came into my space, his hands at the hem of my tights. He slid them down over my hips and down my thighs as he kept his eyes with mine. He slid them over my shins until he was squatting before me, and I ran my fingers through his hair, grinning at him as I kicked off my tights and then my underwear.

He came up and wrapped me in his arms, lifting me onto the bed.  He lowered me onto the sheets carefully, as though I were precious cargo and then he stepped back, removing his shirt. I went towards him, but he put a hand out, smiling as he threw it to one side. Then he removed his socks without ceremony and looking directly at me, began to unbutton his jeans.

He was well built, with a certainty to him that had drawn my eye since we first met. Wide across the shoulders and back, with dark hair that he kept close to his scalp mainly out of pragmatism as opposed to anything approaching vanity. He slipped his jeans off, and I saw that he had not bothered with underwear.  His cock hung between his legs, half erect with his scrotum dark and tight from his need and he had trimmed his pubic hair to a neat scrub around his groin.

‘You don’t do commando, do you?’ I said.

‘I showered and changed after work, didn’t see the point.’he said.

He came forward, on his hands and knees as I put my arms around him.

‘Are we going to…’ I said.

‘Of course…we’re not in any hurry though.’ he said.

I smiled at that, even as I could feel his cock pressed against the inside of my thigh and I had my hands running down from his neck across his shoulders and then downward, enjoying the heat and the weight of him against me.

‘No…but I am intrigued now, though.’ I said.

He reared back, and the shadows threw the definition of his chest and shoulders into relief. I growled, and he raised his eyebrows which threw me into a fit of giggles at the incongruity of it.

‘Stay there.’ he said.

He came away and went to the bedside cabinet, reaching into the drawer.  I wondered what he had there, and I saw that he had a clear plastic cylinder in his hands filled with a thick yellow liquid.

‘Lube?’ I said.

He smiled, almost sheepishly.

‘Massage oil.’ he said.

I blushed then, and he chuckled again, coming back onto the bed. I kissed him again, running my hands over the high, firm globes of his backside as he brought his left arm around me so that the head of his cock sat against my stomach.

I kissed him hungrily and enthusiastically, not sure how to respond but acting from a place of sheer want that made me dizzy with delight.

‘I’ve not had a massage before.’ I said.

He smiled and I felt his cock stiffen, I took him in my hand and held it there

‘Then this will be a first for the both of us, won’t it?’ he said.

‘What gave you the idea?’ I said.

He smiled shyly.

‘Wanted to do something nice for you.’ he said.

I kissed him again.

‘Aren’t you worried about your sheets?’ I said.

‘It’s not bothered you before.’ he said.

I giggled at that.

‘This is different though…they look new.’ I said.

‘I’ll get a towel.’ he said.

He went to the bathroom and came back with a fluffy white towel folded over his arm as I sat there.  The excited anticipation made my skin tingle and I shuffled over so that he could lay the towel out, which he did with an amused flourish.

‘Want me on my front or my back?’ I said.

He bit his lower lip lightly, and his eyes blazed with want as he clicked open the bottle and squirted a blast of it into the centre of his palm.

‘Your front.’ he said.

I laid down, stretching out the tension in my lower back and my hamstrings.  He straddled my calves and I cooed as I felt the warm weight of him settling there before he raised himself on his knees.  I brought my arms up and rested my head on my forearms, listening to his palms rubbing together and the soft slap of liquid against flesh.

I felt his fingertips at my shoulders first, then his palms working the oil into my flesh, its bouquet being somewhere between the density of oil and the slight tang of lime.   I felt his hands exploring me, guided only by my sighs as he grew less tentative and more confident.

As he worked against my flesh, the pressure and the rhythm made the day’s frustrations recede. He worked without haste, and as he moved further down my back, I let everything go, my thoughts became weightless, breaking apart before they could form.  I was nothing but his touch and my flesh, working in concert to send me reeling.  He would return to the spots that made me sigh the most, along my spine and across my shoulder blades where I appeared to carry the most tension.

By the time, he had reached the small of my back, I had been gently and carefully reduced to bliss.  When I felt the ball of his thumb find a spot just above my left buttock, I  felt the sensation lash upwards into my head and I felt my eyes roll back in my head as it insisted itself within me.

I moaned, from a place that had never known voice before.

‘Are you ok?’ he said.

I nodded, as vigorously as my state of bliss would allow.

He said nothing, but I felt his fingers play at that spot and I pushed my face into my  forearms so I could focus on it. He repeated the gesture in terms of its depth, tying me to it’s power and leaving me almost ragged with delight.

Connected to the power that his touch wielded he applied some more oil and then smoothed them over my backside.  I lifted myself off the towel and pushed against his fingers as they rubbed me there.

‘Harder.’ I said.

I felt his fingers dig in with more vigour which was all the answer I needed.  Educated by my responses, confident in his touch he began to read me with a skill that I had only guessed at before.  I had been to bed with him twice before, but this felt degrees of intimacy apart from having had him inside me.

I gave a sob at the joy of it, the wild electricity that had been mined from my muscles surged through me and I felt it touch me deep inside of me.  I squeezed my thighs together and the motion gave off a burst of delight.  By the time he had moved away from my buttocks to my hamstrings, I was drunk with arousal and I could feel the liquid heat pooling between my legs.

I went to turn over, but he kept his palms on the back of my thighs.

‘Please..’ I said.

His voice was husky, as much from the concentrated silence as from his arousal.

‘What do you want?’ he said.

I sighed, and raised my head.

‘I..don’t know…I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t think.’ I said.

‘I can help with that, if you like.’ he said.

‘That’s what…’ I said.

His hands swept to the inside of my thighs. his fingers playing to the ridge of muscle there and I opened myself to him.

‘Can you…do you need..’ I said.

‘You can use it for that…I checked.’ he said.

I turned my head.  My face felt hot and as I went to speak, I could hear the drunken slur that the wine had held no part in.

‘What are you going to do to me?’ I said.

He swept his hand upward, and I gasped at the friction of his hand against my oiled skin.  I felt him stop. the swell of his palm against the wet heat of my pussy.  I sighed, as the sensation shot into the base of my spine and I pushed against him, desperate to feel him there. I felt his hand turn and draw back, then his fingers came forward, easing into me, the contact making me sigh with joy.  He had turned his hand, so that his palm faced the bed and his fingers were stroking against me in a way I had not felt before.  The first time he stroked me there, I flooded his fingers.

By the second stroke, I was lost.

I do not recall if I spoke or the volume at which I spoke.  All that I was, was reduced to the place inside me that his touch found, releasing a sweet fire that burned away everything I knew.

I was connected to the moment as my body shook with ecstacy and I bucked against his hand.  His hand went to my left cheek and held me there until it passed. I returned to myself, every muscle in my body throbbing with release.

He held it there, as I regained my breath, and still needing to be connected to the feeling of his fingers inside me.

He withdrew slowly and I sighed as he slid out, my muscles feeling bathed in a pleasurable ache.

He came up to me, laid to my right so he could put his mouth to mine. We brushed lips and I rubbed the tip of my nose against his.

‘That was incredible.’ I said.

‘Thank you.’ he said.

‘Where did you learn how to do that?’ I said.

‘Found a link to a blog and it was on there.’ he said.

‘Good.  I might need you to do that again some time.’ I said.

‘Want to lay here for a while?’ he said.

He brought his hand to my face. and caressed the ball of his thumb across my cheek bone.

‘I want you to.  Tomorrow, I think you should call in sick.’ he said.

‘‘I’ve never done that before.’ I said.

‘Well, then it’s fine.’ he said

‘What about you, can you just take time off?’ I said.

‘I can, but I don’t want you to risk anything you don’t want to.’ he said.

I bit my lower lip, and then I whispered it to him, to give the words their due.

‘Fuck it, why not?’ I said.

He sat with me whilst I left a message on work’s answer machine because I knew Jenny left the phone on her desk.

I had my head off the edge of the bed so I could sound congested and I made him leave the room because I knew his touch would make me laugh too easily.  Then I switched my phone off and I let him lead me to the bathroom.  Beneath the water, his kisses revived me until I was fizzing with excitement again.

He had brought a dressing gown for me, more because it looked especially fluffy and warm than anything and he wore just a towel as he fed me cake and ice cream, in generous portions that he made last a while as he fed me with a fork on the couch in front of the television.

The rest of the night, and the next day, well they deserve their own recollection.