What a night! - Sex Stories

What a night!

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 ...