Well here it is, the last part of chapter 2. I must confess, I’ve been a little shy about posting this. Partly because of its content, but more so because of how early in the story I placed it. I mean, I don’t want any reader to get the wrong impression of what I write. I do have several more chapters written and, so far, nothing else as sexually graphic. There is plenty of violence planned though, but nothing yet on the horizon.
With that being said, I have nothing else to offer for this short intro.
Thank you for your time
“What are you laughing at,” I said.
“That is why I took them off,” she said through her laughter. “I tried to tell you but you wanted me to wear the heels so bad. I could not let mon chéri down. You had your little heart so set on it.”
She began to shift her weight in an effort to get off from me.
“No,” I stopped her. “Not yet.”
I laid down on the desk with her still on top of me, prone. I eyed her beauty one more time, taking in every detail. Her hair was a sexy mess. Her emerald eyes glistened, her figure was flawless. The mass of fabric that made up her skirt had slid back down her ass in the back, and laid in a mass across my stomach.
After admiring her for a while, I pulled her down on me. Again we started making out. I reached under her skirt and grabbed her rear-end with both hands, squeezing much firmer than before.
She let out a quiet sigh.
I felt the smoothness of the panty hose, grabbed some nylon in each hand and pulled in opposite directions. It was stronger than I thought, but with some effort, gave way in an audible tear. Aimee paused, when she heard the tear, but only for a second. She quickly resumed, the violence of my action seemed to intensify her arousal.
I let go of the nylon and it snapped back into place. Feeling around, I found where the tear was and the panties underneath. I slid my hand between the two, and traced the hem of the boy-cuts as far as I could. My hand was tucked between her thighs and touching the softness of the flesh trough the lace. I felt the intense heat she was generating and began to caress.
She let out another sign, this one more of an “oh,” and definitely more intense. Her breathing was heavy. Through the fabric of her panties I felt the moisture gather. I inched my hand under and, using my forefinger, hooked the crotch and pulled it to the side. Unhindered by any barriers, I returned to caressing the flesh. Her arousal was obvious. She was so wet that my fingers glided without friction along the flesh.
“Do it now,” she said.
I reached further until I could reach myself and did what came naturally. Simultaneously, she let out a passionate, “oooh!”
Slowly, she moved down a little bit, then back up, over and over, each time getting a little deeper. Once she couldn’t go any deeper, is when she really started to get animated. I felt her excitement build. She put her hands on my chest and lifted herself back up to a prone position. I unbuttoned her blouse and watched it as it fell from her shoulders. She lifted her hands to remove it and tossed it to the ground.
She put her hands back on my chest and continued to increase the speed of her thrusts. She was making a continual series of “oh”’s which were syncopated to her thrusts. My hands explored every inch they could touch, with one of them eventually making its way to the hook of her bra. A quick pinch and twist released the tension. The bra fall loose from her breast but they didn’t move. They stay right in place, just as firm and round as when the bra was on. The rose pink of her areolas was no longer obscured. Any loss of desire was quickly replaced with an abundance. The bra slid down her arms and met her hands, where it laid on my chest, connecting her wrists like erotic lace handcuffs. I pulled her towards me, and sat up so my lips could meet her chest.
“Qui, c’est bon,” she let out. “Fais-moi grimper au rideau!”
“I know babe,” I said. “But we need to be quiet. Someone might hear us.”
With one hand on the small of her back and one cradling the back of her head, I held her close and tight. Her thrusting was wild and still building. I laid down without letting go of her. She came down with me and rested her weight on my chest.
I felt her orgasm begin to build.
“Qui! Qui!,” she said, barely able to keep her breath. “Grave! Grave! Grave, mon Cherie.”
I grabbed her ass and used my arms to enforce her thrusts. After all, I must obey my French goddess, and my help seemed to work. I felt her tightening on the inside, her muscles tensed, and all at once she released.
“Je jouis! Je Jouis!” she yelled.
In a moment it had past, and though she slowed, she did not stop. Again, she lifted herself to a prone position.
“Enore,” she asked.
“Anything for you my love,” I replied.
With that she started building speed again, much more rapidly this time. Her body started tensing again, the squeezing of her loins much more noticeable.
Again, she started crying out, “Oh, qui! Oh, qui! Baisez-moi! Baisez moi, mon gros loup! Qui! Qui! C’est bon! Je Jouiiiiis!”
The second one was much stronger than her first. Her body trembled. The sweat started to bead on her flesh. She barely slowed this time.
“Encore! Encore,” she demanded.
I complied and so it went. Over a couple more orgasms, I watched the sweat on her chest gather. A few beads let loose and ran down her body. I reached up and cup her tits in my hands. Using my thumbs, I gathered some of the sweat. I rubbed it on her nipples and gently blew. They got hard instantly.
She looked me in the eyes.
“Ça te plait,” I asked her. She loves it when I use French.
“Qui,” she replied. “Je veux ta bite, mais maintenant, c’est à toi.”
When we finished, she laid with me and drifted off to sleep. I too began to drift off to sleep. A new fantasy arose. It played out exactly as this encounter had but instead of it being on my work desk, it was on my new cherry desk. My fantasy came to an abrupt ending when I heard some walking down the hall.
“Get up,” I said. “Someone’s coming.”
Her eyes opened with surprise.
“Merde!” she exclaimed as she leapt to her feet.
I tucked myself back into my pants, zipped up, buttoned, and did up the belt. I was fixing my hair when I notice Aimee still topless, with her blouse in hand, frantically looking around for something.
“What are doing,” I said. “They’re coming!”
“Where is my bra,” she asked.
“Forget it,” I replied. “Just get your shirt on!”
She was just finishing the last button when there was a knock at the door. Whoever it was didn’t wait for a response, they just walked it.
It was Vic.
“Chad,” he said but then paused when he saw Aimee. “Hi Aimee.”
“Bon jour!”
Vic held his stare. I turned to Aimee to see why. She had been able to get her blouse on, but did not have time to fix her hair.
“Pardon moi,” she said. “I have to, how do you say, eh, powder my nose.”
She exited the office with haste
“Chad,” Vic continued. “If you want to do that pre-recorded segment for tomorrow, make sure I get the copy before you record it.”
“Sure, Vic. Not a problem.”
“Good,” he said. “And I’ll get a couple temps in here to help with the screening. We don’t want anoth-”
He paused again when something else caught his attention. He was looking down towards my feet. Aimee’s bra was sitting on the ground a couple inches from me. I pushed it under the desk with my foot. I was very obvious that Vic had seen it and knew what it was. The attempt at hiding was futile.
“We don’t want another situation like we had today,” he finished.
We stood in awkward silence for a moment before he turned and left. As he walked out the door Aimee was returning. She watched as he walked down the hall.
When the coast was clear she said, “zat was close.”
I bent down and fished the bra from under my desk.
“Aaah, Qui,” I said as I handed her the bra.
“Merci beaucoup,” she said as she retrieved it. She gave me a simple kiss on the cheek. “I must finish my work.”
She exited my office only to re-enter a couple seconds later.
“I almost forgot,” she said. “A box arrived for you earlier. Eee-twas too heavy for me to carry. I had to leave it in the mail room.”