Tendencies: Part One - Sex Stories

Tendencies: Part One

Over time, our playful banter and private innuendos morphed into flirting, and it had become a guilty pleasure of mine to see how wet he could make me during those brief exchanges. It didn’t hurt that his athletic and toned frame always smelled good, and his scent often wafted in the air long after his departure. He was sexy, he knew it and he didn’t apologize for the women who almost openly flirted with him. He laughed it off like a gentleman, and was always professional with his subordinates. His experience and skill set secured his place on our Leadership team and he was an asset to our company. It was Tuesday. Staff meeting day, and the day that I got to interact with him the most. En route to another meeting, I saw him in the hallway speaking on the phone, and when he saw me, he covered the mouth piece of the handset and said, “Hey, I have something I’d like to run by you. Do you have a few moments before our meeting this afternoon?” “Sure, I’ll be eating lunch in my office, come by,” I said, while still walking to my destination. As Tuesdays are typically busy, lunch almost missed me, so I scurried into the cafeteria to grab lunch before they cleared it. When I entered the café, I saw him standing there talking to a few colleagues about a physical training that he had just taught them. I offered the group a wave as I exited the dining room and felt his eyes on my ass as the door closed behind me. Secretly wanting the confirmation, I glanced through the glass wall mid ...

... stride and caught his eyes on mine as I carried my tray. Good. I depended on that. As I walked back to my office, I thought of how much I enjoyed watching his physical restraint training and loved observing him teach the techniques to the staff. Especially the female staff. My nipples hardened at the thought of being pinned down underneath him and I felt the heat radiate between my legs as I neared my office. With my office door closed and auto locked behind me, I placed my chicken salad on my desk and went into my adjoining private bathroom. I leaned on the sink and blushed at my reflection in the mirror as I began to slide my hand across my stomach and down into my panties. Before I reached my center, I heard a knock at my door… “Be right there,” I promised. I rinsed my hands quickly and with a paper towel in hand, I opened my office door. He strode in, food tray first, and walked over to my desk to place his lunch next to mine. I closed the door slowly behind him and used that opportunity to appreciate his masculinity as he strolled by me. “So, that’s how it feels, huh?” he asked without looking at me. “How what feels?” I laughed. “When you walk by your colleague and they check out your ass,” he teased. “Ha! You have some nerve, young man!” I chided. He took a seat and put the focus back on work. “Our numbers for therapeutic holds are up for the last quarter and I have some ideas on how to decrease them for our next review.” “Yes, I saw the numbers also and with the shift in ...