- Mihály Zichy [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
I hate meetings. Sometimes they’re useful, I suppose, but usually they’re dull, dry affairs. If there’s anything worse than a meeting, it’s a meeting in the early afternoon just after lunch.
Today was one of those days. I’d gone out to lunch with a friend to a Mexican restaurant nearby. I only had iced tea with a splash of lemon to drink, but I’d had a few too many chips and salsa while we were talking, and the chicken enchiladas I’d ordered were gone in no time. I was full and getting sleepy. I wished I was back in my office, where I could keep busy and stay awake, but instead here I was trapped in a meeting that wouldn’t end.
I was tapping my pencil slowly on the table. Tap. Tap. I was bored and trying not to fidget. The conversation on the other end of the table was like a metronome – slow, steady, and monotonous. My eyes drifted to the window, but all I could see was a grey sky filled with clouds.
I leaned back in my chair, pretending to be interested in the discussion going on. My eyes roamed over the people around the table, many as bored as I was, until they finally settled on Aaron. He was new to the company and delicious to look at, with his thick brown hair and rugged face. He usually wore a t-shirt to work, and his biceps bulged wonderfully through the sleeves. His jeans were tight in all the right places, and I’d often think that I wanted to get to know him better.
I closed my eyes, imagining that the meeting was over, and Aaron and I were the last to leave. I was taking my time gathering up my papers, and I felt him stop behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and his fingers started gently kneading them. It felt good, and I leaned back, letting his strong fingers work their magic. His hands worked their way lower, cupping my breasts through my blouse, and my nipples hardened under his touch.
He spun my chair around and bent to kiss my lips, our tongues seeking. I could feel myself grow wet as his lips kissed my cheek and then my ear, his hand slipping down under my skirt. He pulled my panties to the side, and the jolt was electric as his finger began to rub my clit. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily.
Aaron pulled back and knelt before me. I scooted to the edge of the chair, pulling my skirt up as he slipped off my panties. As his warm tongue touched my clit I gasped, and I couldn’t stop moaning as his tongue flicked up and down my clit and his fingers slipped inside me. I ground my hips against him, my fingers pulling on his hair. His fingers moved faster, and he began to suck on my clit, causing me to gasp. I was close to cumming, and my teeth clenched as I felt myself contract. He went faster, and my juices flowed over his fingers as I came.
My eyes were closed, and as I struggled to catch my breath Aaron kissed the insides of my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair, wishing we could go on forever.
My pencil fell from my fingers and I started awake. I bent down and retrieved it off the floor, and then composed myself and looked around the table. No eyes were on me, and the discussion was still continuing. I couldn’t believe I’d dozed off for such a short time – it had seemed so real. I looked around the table again, and this time my eyes met Aaron’s. He smiled at me, and I felt myself grow wet again. I hoped I could invite him back to my office later to see where that smile led.
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