Addiction to heat - Sex Stories

Addiction to heat

The late Summer heat clung to the city like sticky smoke, leaving the streets below my twentieth floor office wavering and hazy. Work had cleared out two hours ago when the power went out, followed shortly by the back up generator. The phone lines still worked, but what is an office these days without computers? I sat and tapped away on my laptop. I had managed to connect to the internet through my cell phone and watched the battery slowly die. A small USB powered fan provided a small swirl of relief, and I fired off my last message of the day. Just in time too. The laptop screen suddenly darkened, drained of energy. I knew exactly how it felt. My white shirt was wet with perspiration, my tie and jacket long abandoned. I ran my hands across my brow as I stood to stretch, the air in the office oppressively warm. I smiled thinking of the air conditioning that waited for me in the car. My cell phone buzzed, and as I looked anticipation surged through me like a drug. The message on the phone was direct. 'Meeting room in five minutes. Don't be late.' I cocked an ear and listened in the still quiet grinning. She was always full of creative surprises, and must have slipped back into work once the last of the office had cleared out. We had be flirting for the last two weeks ever since she had walked through the door. Assigned by head office for a month long consulting stint, I hadn't been able to keep my mind off of her. I quietly made my way to the conference room. As each step ...

... brought me closer, I found my lower lip tucking in between my teeth, my tongue flicking back and forth. I only had to think about her and my mouth watered. Smiling, I stepped down the hallway. The dim light from the setting sun gave the door of the conference room an orange surreal glow, almost hinting at the heat that was held within. My eyes were already dilated, and the light in the hallway seemed brighter than it should. I slipped my right hand into the pocket of my charcoal suit pants, my fingers briefly ran along my cock as I approached the door. I couldn't help but quietly chuckle as a static shock zipped over my hand when I touched the metal doorknob, the electricity in the air palpable. My head tilted as the door slipped open, and I broke into a smile at the depth of desire to see her. The golden light spilled into the room, and there she was. Leaning against the long wooden conference table her hands splayed out on the glossy surface, her fingers splayed. The room was filled with the scent of her, one breath and my addiction set in. Her eyes glinted with mischievousness and her hips rolled towards me in a slow circle. Wearing only a pair of dark purple silk panties and a loose cotton shirt, her body was flushed with colour. "Getting cooler?" I asked. "Not in the slightest," she replied. A wry smile as she leaned with her chin thrust forward, her fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the wood. "I was hoping things were only just starting to heat up," I teased. A single bead ...