The New Year. - Sex Stories

The New Year.

It's a new year and a new(ish) me. I have always been confident and self aware, that is not my problem. My problem is that I always doubt my actions especially when they are, how to put it, questionable. Like what happened at the Christmas party, for example. The next day I felt so embarrassed at how I'd acted. I had fucked someone I didn't know, again. I don't want to feel like this. I want to be bold, fun and honestly I just want to let go. After all, I only have myself to answer to which is about the only benefit of having no family. So this is my new year resolution: Be who I am, do what I want and screw the guilt ! This new lease on life has me clicking my six inch heels down the second floor of my office building looking for the I.T. department. I've never been down here before but after a while I find what I'm looking for. The door sign reads: Nick West. I.T. Department . This is what I want. I pause at the door wondering if it's what he wants. I haven't spoken to him since the party. I tell myself to ' Get a grip ' and give myself the once over. I feel pretty sexy. My skirt is black and goes to just under my knees. It's tight fitting and shows off my curves nicely. I have stockings on too, which I actually don't like wearing but it's winter. My shirt is white, also tight and is covered with a black jacket. I look good and I know it. Let's hope he thinks so too. I knock on the door. "Yeah?" A voice rings out. I push the door open but don't step inside. Instead I ...

... lean against the door frame and cross my legs. I smile my sweetest smile. "Hi." He smiles back. "Hey." "How are you?" I ask. "I'm great, how are you?" "I'm great too." I amp up my smile a bit. "So...." I say teasingly. I look about his office. It's cramped and full of half computers and other gadgets that I don't know. He gets up from his chair and steps forward. "So.... What brings you down here?" I look at him with what I hope is my most sexiest look. "I was just passing and thought I'd pop in." He smiles. "Just passing?" "Yeah." "I see... And is there something in particular you're after?" I raise my eyebrow. "There might be." "You should come in then." I push off the door frame and step into the room, closing the door behind me. I lean back against it. "So.... " I begin to say but before I can finish he's over to me in two strides. His mouth is hot as it covers mine. The kiss is deep and feverish. His tongue is probing mine with an urgency. His hands start on my sides sliding up and round my back, pulling me against him. Then he moves one hand into my hair, wrapping it around his fingers. He gives a little tug breaking the kiss. He looks at me intensely. "I've been dreaming about this." he says huskily. Before I can answer his mouth is back. The long, slow, seductive kiss has me holding my breath. I hadn't noticed last time but he really knows how to use his mouth. His hand comes out of my hair and starts undoing my jacket. In seconds it's a heap on the floor and my shirt ...