04 The Office Visit - Sex Stories

04 The Office Visit

... doors, the main lobby was a checkerboard of white and black marble. Potted plants lined the stucco walls. To the left I saw a security door, and directly ahead was the main part of the building. Another set of doors, another possible lock. My mind spun, but I strode forward hoping that fate was still on my side. The handle turned with the silent grace of well-oiled joints.

The primary office of the building was a dark cave of cubicles. Their silent walls stood testament to the work that would be done in them during the day. The first couple that I saw had little piles of paper gathered in neat stacks. A simple phone, monitor, well-used keyboard, and mouse. There was also a small jar of pencils, pens, and markers near the monitor. A calendar was tacked to the wall just above the desk with hand-written notes across many of the dates.

A stray beam of light played across the surroundings coming from my left. Turning, I saw a glass door leading into an office. Blinds had been drawn across it, hiding the insides of the room. There was no noticeable movement going on inside. As there was no other light on in the entire place, it seemed obvious where I must go. Before I realized what was going on, I was standing in front of the door. My heart thundered in my chest, making such a racket it was no small wonder that she was not standing at the door asking what all the noise was. My hands were cold, and clammy, and I could feel a sheen of sweat breaking out on my back.

I started ...

... to reach for the doorknob and stopped. Doubts racked my mind. My hand halfway to the door, I stood like an idiot not sure what to do. What would I say? What if she asked me to leave? What if she calls the police officers? What if she thought I was a burglar, had a gun, and went to shoot me? This was a mistake. What was I doing there? Perhaps I would be better off going back to my car and getting back on the road. The light though, I had to step into the light. That blessed radiance. Even if she asked me to leave, I had to stand in the light and look upon her face one more time before I left. Such a thing of beauty could not be passed up. It was like looking at a magnificent work of art, when one is given the opportunity, it is not something you can just walk away from. I closed my hand on the doorknob and turned. The door swung open before me, and I stepped forward into the light...

The first thing my eyes locked onto was the large cherry wood desk in the middle of the room. Sitting sideways to the window, it would offer a beautiful view into the city beyond, if the blinds had been open. Small, neat piles of paper were stacked on the desk. On the left side sats an adding machine, with a roll of paper coming out of the top. In the middle a monitor and keyboard sat, slightly pushed to the side to make room for the papers in the middle. A small green can held pens, highlighters, and sharpies in numerous colors. Beneath the clear mat I could see the edges of a calendar poking ...