Maybe not out of Reach - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Maybe not out of Reach - Part 1

... mirror I saw that my eyes were a little red, however as there was black toner everywhere on me, it could be explained away that it was in my eyes too. Back at my desk, I didn’t look in his direction in any way, instead picked up my phone, I dialled Mr Sinclair's Office and asked for a meeting. Mr Sinclair was happy to hear from me and would see me right away. I didn’t even stop to tell William. ooo000ooo So that was that I had thought as I closed Mr Sinclair’s door. My new job starts on Monday. William has been authorised for a temp to take my place. As I was in such a mess, I had been given the rest of the day to go home and prepare for my new position. It dawned on me that it was Friday. I have two and half days to get my shit together and to work out how I am going to be without seeing him apart from those rear occasions he comes for meetings. I felt rather disconnected to it all. By the time I had got back to my desk, William had left for his meeting. I had written a short note thanking him for everything and pushing me into this opportunity, then rushed to my car before I saw anyone. The drive home was uneventful; I hadn’t mentioned in my note how hurt and confused I was feeling. I didn’t mention his lips are all I would ever crave for from now until… there simply was no closure. The flat was empty, of course it always was, that is if you can call a one room bedsit plus own bathroom a flat. I didn’t own a dog as I worked long hours, and I never got a cat for the ...

... simple reason of not wanting to be that lady. Living alone apart from her cats. But right now, in this instance I wish I was. I needed something to hug. Groaning as I saw my reflection in the mirror that hung about the false fireplace, I realised I needed a shower badly. God knows what Mr Sinclair thought of my appears. He seemed to be laughing the whole time and when I turned to leave he had let out a roar of laughter. I suppose I could enjoy working for a man who seems to be in happy all the time, couldn’t I? Stipping, I moved to the shower and washed the toner away; the tears fell thick and fast as I remembered every detail of that kiss. His hands touching my back, rubbing it tenderly, pulling me tightly to him before smoothing the material over my bottom holding me against him. Grinding himself against me. Closing my eyes, I could still feel him. I could feel the length of him pressing against me; I am not sure how, he must have been holding me off the floor. I could feel his length from my mound to my belly button. He was so long and thick against me. Groaning I shook my head only to taste the way his tongue had investigated every inch of my mouth. The way I had rubbed my breasts against his chest, how my harden nipples had felt grazing with his touch. My body was coming to life as the water hit it, with the memories he inspired. If only he had continued with his touch. Would he have slipped his hand inside my top, to rest below my breast before hold its fullness? Fingers ...