Untied - Sex Stories

Untied

I gently rap my knuckle on the cracked office door.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, come in. Close the door."

Nervously, I step into his office. Lightly pushing the door closed behind me. Taking the seat across from him, I sit up straight and cross my long legs. The charcoal pencil skirt rode slightly up revealing my thigh. I look over and lock eyes with his piercing ice-blue ones. A slight shiver rides down my back. He quirks up his lip in a half smile, Leaning back in his chair and adjusting his tie. That tie. Thee tie. My breath catches at the memory. The silk on my skin, the roughness of the texture. I cross my legs tighter together to try and relieve the ache that has settled there. He notices the change in me, as he always has, no matter how close or far we are from each other. He knows.

“Nathan,” I breathe in a small plea to break this pull he has on me.

“Miss Grey, I have called you into my office today on an important matter,” Nathan begins.

“Yes sir?” I say with growing confidence.

“I need you, to spend the day thinking about and growing on the idea of what transpired last night.”

My heart slams against my chest as I suck in a deep breath and am transported to our evening together.

The ambient light casts the perfect atmosphere in his apartment as he flicks the lights on. It’s a posh area. All dark woods and rich fabrics, grays and silvers lightly glint in the light of the sitting room. Splashes of bold turquoise through the room in ...

... perfect accents.

He pushes the door closed behind me with a soft click and takes my hand to lead me to the bar on the far side of the room. My sky-high blood red stilettos clicking across the wood. He pulls a high bar stool out for me and I slide myself up on it, highly aware of the lack of panties I now pose under my short skirt. Nathan leans down and presses a light kiss to my cheek grinning like he’s just read my thoughts. He turns away from me and slides his hand into his pocket where the lace of my panties is no doubt threaded between his fingers.

“What can I get for you?” he asks as he walks behind the bar.

“A glass of red, please.”

"Funny, I would have pegged you for a whiskey girl." He chuckles.

“Oh I am," I tease. “However, tonight I’d like to keep my wits about me, at least some.”

The way he looks down his lashes at me says I do not have a chance of being able to do that tonight. He sets down my wine in front of me with a devilish grin and turns his back to me. Nathan steps over to a stereo and sultry music starts from unseen speakers around the whole place. He then pours his drink, a whisky straight up. Oh, how I can’t wait to taste that on his lips. Coming around the bar he pulls out the stool next to me and rotates towards me.

“So, has the night started to fulfill your fantasy?” he asks.

“We’ve barely touched the surface. Dinner at a fancy restaurant. You demand my panties, but yet you haven’t even kissed me tonight,” I state on a slight ...