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The day begins just as any other winter day, cold, and cloudy. In the distance I see the mountains, the downtown skyline, and some of the harbor lights. The traffic is busy with the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles. All this is music to my ears. The drive into work is as usual with people stressed, but not me. I wake up early, and take a change of clothes with me for after work. Today we have the annual office party.
"Good Morning, Andrew," I smile as we meet in the elevator.
We chat some on the way up to our floor in the elevator. The office is somewhat quiet as only few others have arrived. As we part ways, my head turns with a slight sigh. I see him walking away with his broad shoulders, and an aura of masculinity, which draws me to him. He is wearing a dark grey suit, a white shirt, immaculately shined shoes and a pinstripe tie. His dark brown hair combed and styled to perfection.
"Stop gawking," I murmur to myself.
I walk slowly to my office. I ask my assistant to please ensure the garment bag and things in the trunk are placed in my side dressing room.
"With as much travel and business dinners I attend, I should have at least a studio apartment in the building." I think to myself.
The day goes smooth, as the business day concludes; the office seems to change moods. The easy music turns to a joyful Christmas serenade.
Important business executives are expected to attend. So I walk to my private room and begin the process of feeling like a woman. I pour myself a glass of one of my favorite wines. The intoxicating subtle aroma of strawberry and cherry of the 1971 Domaine Georges & Christopher Roumier wine floods my senses. . The perfumes, the makeup...oh what a feeling they bring. Femininity is in the air.
Forty-five minutes later I emerge. As I descend down the stairs to the party area, I see the shimmering lights, and others elegantly dressed. Tuxedos and evening dresses are everywhere, all very elegant. I am wearing an Oscar De La Renta, black, low back; it hugs my curves in the right places, and a slit to the side to show my smooth shaped thigh.
I mingle with the others and I see Andrew out of the corner of my eye. Oh does he know what he does to my heart beat, to my essence? I am taken to the dance floor, and after the second set we are interrupted. Oh my, it is him.
I take his hand, he twirls me and all I can do is smile up at him. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him. He has a strong grip on me, as a slow song begins and he holds me tight.
He whispers, "You look amazing!"
My heart races, my head resting on his shoulder. He pulls me even closer as we dance to a secluded area, where the lights are almost non-existent. My hair brushes softly against his cheek, and I forget about everyone around us. Without a second thought he kisses my exposed neck. I whimper.
The melody, his hand caressing the small of my back, his heartbeat, and his breath, they all transport me.
"Relax, Rigel," he commands in a whisper.
His deep voice, his scent engulfs me, as his hand travels down to the curves behind me. He holds me close, and I'm not aware of those around us. I raise my thigh between his legs and I hear him groan. I feel the bulge in his pants. I grin wickedly up at him, while I feel his hardness throb against me.
I whisper, "You desire me as much as I desire you," and I nibble on his ear.
I feel him shiver as my teeth pull on his ear lobe.
"Be careful, little one, or I'll lose control and take you right here on the dance floor," he groans.
I smile wickedly; this almost gives him a license to take me there. He lowers his hands and slides them through the slit of my dress. He feels over my panties, warm and moist. He kisses me tugging at my lower lip. Everything around us seems to disappear.
I feel him unzip his pants, and without a word, he penetrates me in the middle of the dance floor. I lean in closer, the movement to the soft melody is minimal. I feel him in and out of me. Our moans, barely audible to each other, propel us in a voyage of pleasure.
He guides our dancing towards the edge of the dance floor, and when the song ends he takes my hand and leads me quickly to the bathroom. Pulling me inside and locking the door behind us.
He kisses me roughly on the mouth. I feel his raw hunger until we are breathless, and I meet his kisses with the same fervor. Finally we break our kiss, with our hearts pounding; he spins me around, and places my hands on the sink counter.
"Don't move, I want to see the lust of our eyes in the mirror," he says.
His hands lift my dress, and I hear his growl the moment he sees the glistening trail down my legs. He crouches and rips my panties and takes a long lick up my thighs. His tongue finds the place he wants, as he opens my legs.
"Yes! I love your taste, it is intoxicating," as his tongue returns and makes me squirm.
He stands and once again unzips, looking at me over my shoulder in the mirror. I hold my stance, looking at his eyes and bracing myself for him. We hold our gaze, his eyes hooded with lust, as he pushes forward, and I breathe heavily as his thickness slides inside my welcoming wetness.
"Oh," I whimper on that first thrust.
With his hands on my hips holding me steady, I feel him sliding deep inside me, filling me the way I need.
"Oh, Andrew," I moan with his every thrust.
He reaches up to open my dress, setting my ample milky white breast free, nipples hard as they sway lightly. I don't want to miss anything, so I attempt to keep my eyes open as I bite on my lower lip.
"Mmm," we moan.
His left hand squeezes my breast as his right moves between my legs, rubbing between my folds as he thrusts rhythmically inside my tightness. My legs shake, and I break eye contact with the pleasure he delivers. His massive member is anything but steel, as it moves in and out of me, while his hands knead my flesh. My hips sway and my legs are still shaking.
"Andrew!" as my knees buckle.
He grabs my hips to hold me up, and braces me against the sink so I don't fall. He keeps taking me hard and passionately, my moans are now louder than the music outside.
"OH, Andrew," my legs still shaking, "Oh, Andrew, may I?"
"Cum for me, Rigel!" He growls as I feel him pulsing inside of me and I lose control.
"Andrew!" I scream, letting go of my nectar seeping down my legs.
My body jerking under his grip, my moans make him lose control. My sweet juices flood him and he pulses and drenches my walls with his cum. Our breathing is erratic, with faces flushed, moaning and gripping. I am milking him for every last drop.
His right arm wraps around and under my breasts, kissing my neck, and holding me against his chest. I feel breathless and exhausted.
"You are mine," he whispers.
He turns my chin and kisses my lips. My heart still beating fast as he holds me in his arms, letting my breath catch up. At this moment the outside world slowly returns to us, and once again.
"Good Morning, Andrew," I smile as we meet in the elevator.
We chat some on the way up to our floor in the elevator. The office is somewhat quiet as only few others have arrived. As we part ways, my head turns with a slight sigh. I see him walking away with his broad shoulders, and an aura of masculinity, which draws me to him. He is wearing a dark grey suit, a white shirt, immaculately shined shoes and a pinstripe tie. His dark brown hair combed and styled to perfection.
"Stop gawking," I murmur to myself.
I walk slowly to my office. I ask my assistant to please ensure the garment bag and things in the trunk are placed in my side dressing room.
"With as much travel and business dinners I attend, I should have at least a studio apartment in the building." I think to myself.
The day goes smooth, as the business day concludes; the office seems to change moods. The easy music turns to a joyful Christmas serenade.
Important business executives are expected to attend. So I walk to my private room and begin the process of feeling like a woman. I pour myself a glass of one of my favorite wines. The intoxicating subtle aroma of strawberry and cherry of the 1971 Domaine Georges & Christopher Roumier wine floods my senses. . The perfumes, the makeup...oh what a feeling they bring. Femininity is in the air.
Forty-five minutes later I emerge. As I descend down the stairs to the party area, I see the shimmering lights, and others elegantly dressed. Tuxedos and evening dresses are everywhere, all very elegant. I am wearing an Oscar De La Renta, black, low back; it hugs my curves in the right places, and a slit to the side to show my smooth shaped thigh.
I mingle with the others and I see Andrew out of the corner of my eye. Oh does he know what he does to my heart beat, to my essence? I am taken to the dance floor, and after the second set we are interrupted. Oh my, it is him.
I take his hand, he twirls me and all I can do is smile up at him. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him. He has a strong grip on me, as a slow song begins and he holds me tight.
He whispers, "You look amazing!"
My heart races, my head resting on his shoulder. He pulls me even closer as we dance to a secluded area, where the lights are almost non-existent. My hair brushes softly against his cheek, and I forget about everyone around us. Without a second thought he kisses my exposed neck. I whimper.
The melody, his hand caressing the small of my back, his heartbeat, and his breath, they all transport me.
"Relax, Rigel," he commands in a whisper.
His deep voice, his scent engulfs me, as his hand travels down to the curves behind me. He holds me close, and I'm not aware of those around us. I raise my thigh between his legs and I hear him groan. I feel the bulge in his pants. I grin wickedly up at him, while I feel his hardness throb against me.
I whisper, "You desire me as much as I desire you," and I nibble on his ear.
I feel him shiver as my teeth pull on his ear lobe.
"Be careful, little one, or I'll lose control and take you right here on the dance floor," he groans.
I smile wickedly; this almost gives him a license to take me there. He lowers his hands and slides them through the slit of my dress. He feels over my panties, warm and moist. He kisses me tugging at my lower lip. Everything around us seems to disappear.
I feel him unzip his pants, and without a word, he penetrates me in the middle of the dance floor. I lean in closer, the movement to the soft melody is minimal. I feel him in and out of me. Our moans, barely audible to each other, propel us in a voyage of pleasure.
He guides our dancing towards the edge of the dance floor, and when the song ends he takes my hand and leads me quickly to the bathroom. Pulling me inside and locking the door behind us.
He kisses me roughly on the mouth. I feel his raw hunger until we are breathless, and I meet his kisses with the same fervor. Finally we break our kiss, with our hearts pounding; he spins me around, and places my hands on the sink counter.
"Don't move, I want to see the lust of our eyes in the mirror," he says.
His hands lift my dress, and I hear his growl the moment he sees the glistening trail down my legs. He crouches and rips my panties and takes a long lick up my thighs. His tongue finds the place he wants, as he opens my legs.
"Yes! I love your taste, it is intoxicating," as his tongue returns and makes me squirm.
He stands and once again unzips, looking at me over my shoulder in the mirror. I hold my stance, looking at his eyes and bracing myself for him. We hold our gaze, his eyes hooded with lust, as he pushes forward, and I breathe heavily as his thickness slides inside my welcoming wetness.
"Oh," I whimper on that first thrust.
With his hands on my hips holding me steady, I feel him sliding deep inside me, filling me the way I need.
"Oh, Andrew," I moan with his every thrust.
He reaches up to open my dress, setting my ample milky white breast free, nipples hard as they sway lightly. I don't want to miss anything, so I attempt to keep my eyes open as I bite on my lower lip.
"Mmm," we moan.
His left hand squeezes my breast as his right moves between my legs, rubbing between my folds as he thrusts rhythmically inside my tightness. My legs shake, and I break eye contact with the pleasure he delivers. His massive member is anything but steel, as it moves in and out of me, while his hands knead my flesh. My hips sway and my legs are still shaking.
"Andrew!" as my knees buckle.
He grabs my hips to hold me up, and braces me against the sink so I don't fall. He keeps taking me hard and passionately, my moans are now louder than the music outside.
"OH, Andrew," my legs still shaking, "Oh, Andrew, may I?"
"Cum for me, Rigel!" He growls as I feel him pulsing inside of me and I lose control.
"Andrew!" I scream, letting go of my nectar seeping down my legs.
My body jerking under his grip, my moans make him lose control. My sweet juices flood him and he pulses and drenches my walls with his cum. Our breathing is erratic, with faces flushed, moaning and gripping. I am milking him for every last drop.
His right arm wraps around and under my breasts, kissing my neck, and holding me against his chest. I feel breathless and exhausted.
"You are mine," he whispers.
He turns my chin and kisses my lips. My heart still beating fast as he holds me in his arms, letting my breath catch up. At this moment the outside world slowly returns to us, and once again.
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