I'm sitting at my desk trying very hard not to think about my day so far. It's impossible. Everytime I hear the lift ping it comes flooding back. The feel of him. The taste of him. God, even the smell of him. Everytime I move in my chair, it's the same. The way he drove me to a mind blowing orgasm. I just can't get it out my head. It doesn't help that I lost my panties. After he left, I couldn't find them anywhere. I was left the rest of the day with none on. Which, seeing as I wore a very short skirt, kinda made me feel sexy. And even more horny.

The worst part was sitting in my boss's office for hours dictating letters for him. He's like sixty, so luckily no bad thoughts passed through my mind. Well, not about him anyway. But it did make me feel... I don't know... "empowered" I guess is a good word. If only he'd have known. It might have improved his mood. But sadly he didn't, so here I am working late. Typing up letters for the morning because my boss assumes I have no life.

"Hey Tess, you ready to leave?" My friend Wendy sticks her head round the door.

I swivel round in my chair. Flashback! God damn it!

"No," I reply with a squeeky voice. I cough to clear my throat.

"I have to work late, boss's orders."

"Oh, that sucks," she says. "Guess a drink's out then?"

"Yeah, guess so," I say. "Let me walk you out a bit. I gotta go to the copy room anyway."

"Sure," she says.

As we head along the corridor we make plans to get a drink the next night. We reach the end where the lift is. I deliberately avoid looking at it and wait with her till it comes. When it pings, we say goodbye and I'm about to carry on walking when I happen to glance in. Images flood my mind. I'm so caught up in them I think I imagine him standing there. But his cheeky grin and wink tell me it's not my imagination, he's really there. I quickly turn on my heel and head for the copy room. The last thing I need is for Wendy to see me blush. She'd never understand what I did today.

I set the copy machine and head for the kitchen. Well, it's more like a room that has a line of counters, with a kettle, microwave and a small table with four chairs. It also has a fridge where we keep milk and things. I fill the kettle, put it on and stand there waiting for it to boil. That's when I realise someone's standing at the door.

Turning around I see him. Leaning against the door frame, legs and arms crossed just watching me. Just looking at him has me going again. My belly starts quivering, my breathing picks up and my hands start shaking. I can't believe the effect this guy has on me. To try and disguise it I turn back around like I couldn't care less.

"So, " he drawls, "working late are you?"

"Seems that way, doesn't it?" I say.

"I was really hoping you'd get in the lift, you know."

I look over my shoulder at him. "There were other girls in there. You could have your pick, I'm sure."

"None quite like you," he replies.

I give a short laugh. "Look I'm grateful for earlier, but don't get ideas. It won't happen again."

"Really? I thought after the orgasm I gave you, you'd find it hard to resist me."

"Is that what that was?" I reply. "Must have missed it."

He laughs. We both know I'm lying. We both know it blew my mind. Just remembering it has my legs shaking. I'm trying very hard to ignore him, but just being this close is driving me mad. I place my hands on the counter to steady myself.

"Look, seriously. I think you should go," I say. I'm thinking it's for the best, he's right. I can't resist him.

"Is that what you really want?" he says.

I say nothing, just stand there. Trying not to breath to heavily. The next thing I know he's right behind me whispering in my ear.

"You know the thing that's driven me crazy all day?" he asks.

"No," I reply softly.

"The thought of you walking around here all afternoon with no panties on," he whispers.

"How would you know that?" I ask. But I know the answer. He took them.

He chuckles and places his hands over mine on the counter. He kisses my neck which has me leaning back to allow better access. My mind is telling me to stop this. But I'm being betrayed by my body. It wants it. So badly. My throat starts purring. I feel him smile on my neck. Damn my bloody horny body. He runs his hands up my arms. One going to the front of my neck, the other moving my hair away.

"I knew you couldn't resist me," he teases.

He begins kissing my neck again. I try to turn round but he has me pinned to the counter. I tighten my arms ready to push away, but he runs his hand from my neck to my belly. As his hands find the skin under my shirt my whole body quivers and I relax my arms. He uses the other hand to start undoing the buttons on my shirt. He gets half way down then stops. He glides the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, trapping them with the shirt.

He is softly kissing my shoulders now, murmuring something I can't make out. I start to tingle. Everywhere. My whole body is on fire. He uses his hands and releases my bra. My nipples are already hard, and when he takes them in his hands and squeezes them I moan my pleasure. I arch back against him, begging for more. I want to touch him but with my arms pinned to my side I can't. I try to undo the buttons but I can't reach. Instead, I lift my arms from my side ripping the shirt open. With my hands now free, I move one to cover one of his hands on my breast and the other to slide around his neck. This opens my breasts to him more and he takes every advantage of it. He squeezes the whole thing, pinching the nipple between his fingers. I run my fingers through his hair and tug on it. This causes him to step back slightly, enough that I can now turn around.

I raise my hands and push him back another step.

I'm breathing so heavily it is close to hyperventilating.

"I don't want seduction," I purr. He frowns, not understanding what I'm saying.

"Drop them!" I say, looking at his trousers. He stares at me like he's confused.

I raise my eyebrow and say, "Well? Drop them and sit down." Looking over at one of the chairs. I step up to him rubbing my body against him and softly shove him back a step.

"What's wrong?" I ask with a smile. "Do you only like it when you think you're in control?"

"Well, no," he replies. "I just... "

"You just what? Thought you could get it your own way?"

I stare at him waiting for a reply. Being so forward and bossy has me really turned on now. I am pretty much dripping on the floor I'm so wet.

"Drop the trousers and sit down," I say again.

He does this time. And what a sight. His erection is so hard it's practically standing straight up. I guess I'm not the only one who likes the bossy attitude. I walk over to him and, pulling my skirt up a notch, I straddle him. I yearn to take it in me now, but instead I slide myself along him. He moves his hands and places them on my hips. Trying to position me properly. Instead, I take his chin in my hand and kiss him. Softly. Seductively.

He parts his lips and our tongues meet. I push a little deeper with the kiss and a moan escapes his throat. He has a great mouth and I enjoy it more than I'd thought I would. His hands leave my hips and one moves to the back of my head. The other finds my breasts again. This causes my breath to hitch. The kiss ends and he moves his mouth to my nipple. Sucking it in he bites it gently. He repeats the motion with the other nipple. Goosebumps explode over my skin. I rub my very wet and throbbing cunt over his dick feeling how hard he is. I can barely stand it. I have to have him now! I raise my hips slightly and guide him in to me.

The explosion of feelings that flow through me are hard to control as I slide down and take him all the way in. My breath catches and my legs start to tremble. I look at him for a second. Not moving. His breathing is heavy and his eyes are closed. His hands move up my back dragging his nails back down it. This has me moving. I slowly move up till he is almost out of me then I sit back down, hard. His eyes open and he looks at me. I lean over and kiss him again as I start up a rhythm. Sliding up and sitting down, up and down. Over and over till I feel him quiver inside me. I clench my muscles inside knowing this will heighten the effect. And it does. His eyes close and he moans. His hands drop and he clenches the side of the chair.

Knowing he is close to coming spurns me on. I slide up, clenching, and sit back down, hard. He tries to speak but I muffle it with another kiss. This is not the time for talking! I move my head down and nibble his neck. He grabs my hips and tries to slow me down. Instead I take them and hold them above his head. Speeding my rhythm up. I move my head back down and this time I bite his neck. This seems to be his breaking point and he frees his hands, grabs my hips and thrusts into me. He comes with a soft moan and a shudder throughout his whole body. I feel him spew into me. Warm, sticky. I stay still letting him have the last few thrusts. When he's done he lays his head against me. Softly kissing my collar bone. He moves up and kisses me on the lips.

I stand up ready to walk away. He stands up with me and backs me up against the table.

"We're not done here," he says.

I smile. That's exactly what I was hoping he'd say. He turns me around and I bend over the table. The coldness of it against my body causes me to enhale deeply. He lifts my skirt so it's folded over my back, leaving me completely exposed. He runs his hands over my bum, down my thighs and back up again. He spreads my legs slightly allowing access to my sensitive spots. He begins rubbing my clit. This has my breathing picking up. I place my hands flat on the table and push myself back against his hand. Asking for more. He pinches my clit between his fingers and I moan. Not softly this time, more like a growl. This excites him and he enters me.

"Oh, god," I moan. "Fuck me hard! Please!" I beg.

He does. He slams so hard that the whole table moves. I beg some more. "Harder!"

He is thrusting so hard I feel like I can barely take it. But honestly, I want more. I want him so far inside me I think it may be impossible. I start to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. I thrust backwards urging him on. I beg for more. I need more. His hand moves up to my shoulder for better grip. I turn my head slightly and suck one of his fingers. I bite down. This makes him thrust even harder. I suck it again as my whole body starts to shake. He continues thrusting as hard as possible.

My orgasm begins. I still beg for him to fuck me harder. I moan loudly. I bite my lip. I thrust hard back against him as the orgasm hits. My whole body convulses. My knees buckle. It's just as well I'm bent over the table or I'd be a heap on the floor by now. His grip on my shoulders tighten as he follows me into orgasm. With a final few thrusts, it's over.

Spent, I just stay there, bent over the table. He pulls out of me and delicately pulls my skirt back down. He lifts his trousers and sits down. After a few minutes my legs regain some strength. I find the rest of my clothes and start putting them back on. I have to tie my shirt closed, seeing as I ripped it before. I look over at him watching me. It's strange. This morning I didn't know this guy. How quickly things change. There's only one thing left to do now.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

"Dean," he replies.

"Nice to meet you, Dean," I say. At that, I wink and leave him sitting there. I do have work to do after all.