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Archive Lover.
17.55...
Who the hell was left in the office at this time?
Kate glared at the telephone that rang on her desk. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm the anger and frustration that had risen within her, she picked up the receiver...
“Hello reception, Kate speaking”. Her voice was calm and professional as usual. The voice at the other end was oddly familiar to her. One of the senior partners perhaps, she thought.
“Oh, hello Kate. Glad you’re still here. There seems to be a problem with the lights in the archive room, I understand that you’re the one who knows how to fix it quickly. There are some papers I need tonight, could you take a look...please?”
Damn...five more minutes and she would have escaped this place.
“Yes sir, of course i’ll take a look. I will be right there.”
She hoped her voice did not betray the emotion she was feeling... angry...very angry.
This was Friday night after all, the one night she did not want to be staying late.
Friday was the night she talked to him...
With no work the following day, they sometimes talked into the early morning. Not that they had ever spoken, no, this was a different conversation. A written conversation across the electronic world of the internet.
She shuddered when she thought of their last conversation. Of the passion she felt as he deftly caressed her body and mind with words, the thoughts he brought to her mind that carried with them the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. It felt good to think about him, her body tingled with anticipation at what the night might hold.
Her mind snapped back to the harshness of reality. She still had one more thing to do before she could go home. That damned archive room! She carefully locked the office door and made her way along the darkened corridor. She knew what the problem was. The fuse had been tripped again. Her heart quickened, a simple thing to fix, a flick of a switch and she would be on her way.
She stood in front of the large heavy door, pushed it open and peered into the dark.
“Hello?”, Kate listened for an answer. When none came she entered the archive room and let the door close slowly behind her. The amber glow from the emergency lights in the corridor now blocked, the room was pitch black. Kate walked, arms outstretched, to the far wall where the fuse box was located. She gasped as her warm fingers made contact with the cold steel. Feeling for the key to open the box, she sighed when it was not there. Probably fallen on the floor again, she thought. She reached up high on top of the box to find the torch that was always kept there.
Suddenly, Kate felt two strong arms encircle her waist and her body was pressed firmly against the wall...
The gasp of air escaping her lungs echoed in the dark and for a moment she was too stunned to move.
Moist warm lips kissed gently at the back of her neck as one of the hands brushed away her long hair. She shuddered, who was this?!
Her senses returned and she pushed back against her mysterious caresser only to feel his hardness brush against her ass and she heard him moan...
The moan resounded through the quiet room and ignited something inside her. It had been far too long since she had heard that sound or felt this kind of touch. In the dark she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the incredible sensations she was now feeling.
His hand moved slowly up her leg, pulling her dress along with it, caressing her thigh, turning inward to stroke the milky soft skin and to part her legs slightly.
His hand cupped her mound and squeezed it causing her to press back further onto his hardness, now straining to be released from the confines of his clothes. Now, she didn’t care who he was. She wanted him.
She began to move her hips, gyrating, rubbing herself against him. Gasps and moans were coming from his lips, his breathing quickened, and his hand stroked up across her stomach and he delved deep inside her now wet panties. Stroking down with his long fingers he parted her lips and began caressing her clit with slow circular motions. Now it was her turn to moan...
The hot kisses continued unrelenting at her neck and shoulder, as the passion rose he became ravenous. Sucking and nipping where his lips had kissed moments before. He was driving her wild.
She moved her hands from above her head and reached behind her. Unfastening his trousers and reaching inside she grasped his member firmly in her hand and began to stroke it up and down slowly. It’s head was moist from the fluid that oozed from its tip. She longed to taste it. As if reading her thoughts he turned her round and his lips locked on to hers in a deep, hard passionate kiss. She thought she had been kissed before, she was wrong. This kiss was electrifying. Becoming more passionate, their tongues fought a languid duel, neither wanting to win this sensual battle.
His hands began unbuttoning her dress, and, once it was open, he delved deep into her panties once more. Her hand, still stroking his leaking organ, squeezed a little harder before she began to slowly sink to her knees.
At the first contact of her hot moist lips on the tip of his member, he almost came, the feeling so intensely pleasurable. She began to lick around the tip. Lingering and dipping the tip of her tongue into the small slit. He gasped loudly, and shuddered. Running her tongue around the underside of its head then down along the shaft she sucked gently at the tender flesh. Licking and sucking her way back to the tip, she engulfed him completely. Taking him deep into the back of her throat, she held him there for a moment, before drawing her lips back along the shaft towards the tip sucking gently but firmly. Taking him in to the back of her throat once again, she swallowed...This was his undoing, not being able to hold on any longer he came, spurting warm thick creamy fluid down into her throat. She sucked and swallowed hungrily, not wanting to miss a drop.
She was surprised when he reached down and pulled her to her feet. His mouth finding hers, he kissed her long and deep once more, she was trembling in his arms. He grasped the front of her thin panties and pulled them from her body. Lifting her slightly he sat her on top of the low cabinet behind her. Kneeling in front of her, he placed her legs over his shoulders, his lips seeking out her moistness. His tongue flicked out and he licked her wet lips slowly. Licking a little deeper, his tongue brushed against her hard throbbing clit, she cried out as tiny jolts of electricity coursed through her body as he licked at her clit. His fingers parted her lips and he tormented her clit over and over, flicking, licking. Just when she thought she would go insane his lips locked onto her clit and he sucked, hard. His hands grasped her hips tightly as her whole body spasmed and jerked as she came, her juices flowing freely from within her.
He stood, his manhood hard and dripping. He leaned over her, and licked at her lower lip, her mouth opened slightly and she kissed him deeply, sucking at his tongue, tasting herself on him. Wrapping her legs around him she pulled his body to her taking his organ deep inside...the feeling of hot wet velvet around his member making him groan into her kiss. His hips began to move slowly back and forth, and she began to squeeze her muscles onto him...
He moved his kisses across her cheek and onto her neck where he began to suckle. This drove her wild and she held onto the cabinet and thrust her hips forwards, driving him even deeper into her. His slow steady strokes became deep long thrusts, each one harder than the last. She bit at her lip as tiny whimpering sounds emanated from her throat, her body meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own. He drove himself into her, hard and fast now, she dug her nails into his shoulders, clawing at his skin trying to pull him deeper, as her orgasm approached. The room echoed with moans and the sounds of quick shallow breathing, she knew he was close too. Her lips found his shoulder and she sucked hard, needing to taste him, wanting to devour every part of this man. Their movements became frenzied now, he, pistoning in and out of her, her bucking up beneath him, meeting and matching his every thrust...suddenly she shifted, lifting her legs slightly as he thrust, he entered her harder and deeper than he had before and something exploded in her brain and she came..behind her tightly closed eyes she saw stars exploding..without realising she bit into his shoulder and he cried out, emptying his juices deep within her, filling her to over flowing...
It was some time before she became aware of her surroundings again. Her body aching and tiny shudders still tingling through her, she listened in the dark for his breathing. When she heard nothing, she climbed down from the cabinet, found the key to the fuse box and flicked the switch. The bright light sparked in the archive room, and she turned round. She was alone. She sighed, and smiled and made her way home.
20.00! she was late.
Stepping from the shower and switching on her computer her stomach churned, would he be there waiting? Waiting for the connection to be made she shivered as she thought over the events of the evening, thinking she would probably never know who her mysterious lover was.
The connection made, she looked for him...he was not there. Her heart sank. The blue e-mail symbol was lit in the corner of her screen. ‘Oh well’, she thought, might as well get rid of the junk mail whilst i’m logged on. She clicked the e-mail symbol and his name was highlighted...he had written. She smiled as she opened his message.
It read....
"Tonight was incredible, next time will be special. A storeroom is no place to show you how much I love you......"
Now she could not wait for work on Monday....
© KarenWood
Who the hell was left in the office at this time?
Kate glared at the telephone that rang on her desk. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm the anger and frustration that had risen within her, she picked up the receiver...
“Hello reception, Kate speaking”. Her voice was calm and professional as usual. The voice at the other end was oddly familiar to her. One of the senior partners perhaps, she thought.
“Oh, hello Kate. Glad you’re still here. There seems to be a problem with the lights in the archive room, I understand that you’re the one who knows how to fix it quickly. There are some papers I need tonight, could you take a look...please?”
Damn...five more minutes and she would have escaped this place.
“Yes sir, of course i’ll take a look. I will be right there.”
She hoped her voice did not betray the emotion she was feeling... angry...very angry.
This was Friday night after all, the one night she did not want to be staying late.
Friday was the night she talked to him...
With no work the following day, they sometimes talked into the early morning. Not that they had ever spoken, no, this was a different conversation. A written conversation across the electronic world of the internet.
She shuddered when she thought of their last conversation. Of the passion she felt as he deftly caressed her body and mind with words, the thoughts he brought to her mind that carried with them the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. It felt good to think about him, her body tingled with anticipation at what the night might hold.
Her mind snapped back to the harshness of reality. She still had one more thing to do before she could go home. That damned archive room! She carefully locked the office door and made her way along the darkened corridor. She knew what the problem was. The fuse had been tripped again. Her heart quickened, a simple thing to fix, a flick of a switch and she would be on her way.
She stood in front of the large heavy door, pushed it open and peered into the dark.
“Hello?”, Kate listened for an answer. When none came she entered the archive room and let the door close slowly behind her. The amber glow from the emergency lights in the corridor now blocked, the room was pitch black. Kate walked, arms outstretched, to the far wall where the fuse box was located. She gasped as her warm fingers made contact with the cold steel. Feeling for the key to open the box, she sighed when it was not there. Probably fallen on the floor again, she thought. She reached up high on top of the box to find the torch that was always kept there.
Suddenly, Kate felt two strong arms encircle her waist and her body was pressed firmly against the wall...
The gasp of air escaping her lungs echoed in the dark and for a moment she was too stunned to move.
Moist warm lips kissed gently at the back of her neck as one of the hands brushed away her long hair. She shuddered, who was this?!
Her senses returned and she pushed back against her mysterious caresser only to feel his hardness brush against her ass and she heard him moan...
The moan resounded through the quiet room and ignited something inside her. It had been far too long since she had heard that sound or felt this kind of touch. In the dark she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the incredible sensations she was now feeling.
His hand moved slowly up her leg, pulling her dress along with it, caressing her thigh, turning inward to stroke the milky soft skin and to part her legs slightly.
His hand cupped her mound and squeezed it causing her to press back further onto his hardness, now straining to be released from the confines of his clothes. Now, she didn’t care who he was. She wanted him.
She began to move her hips, gyrating, rubbing herself against him. Gasps and moans were coming from his lips, his breathing quickened, and his hand stroked up across her stomach and he delved deep inside her now wet panties. Stroking down with his long fingers he parted her lips and began caressing her clit with slow circular motions. Now it was her turn to moan...
The hot kisses continued unrelenting at her neck and shoulder, as the passion rose he became ravenous. Sucking and nipping where his lips had kissed moments before. He was driving her wild.
She moved her hands from above her head and reached behind her. Unfastening his trousers and reaching inside she grasped his member firmly in her hand and began to stroke it up and down slowly. It’s head was moist from the fluid that oozed from its tip. She longed to taste it. As if reading her thoughts he turned her round and his lips locked on to hers in a deep, hard passionate kiss. She thought she had been kissed before, she was wrong. This kiss was electrifying. Becoming more passionate, their tongues fought a languid duel, neither wanting to win this sensual battle.
His hands began unbuttoning her dress, and, once it was open, he delved deep into her panties once more. Her hand, still stroking his leaking organ, squeezed a little harder before she began to slowly sink to her knees.
At the first contact of her hot moist lips on the tip of his member, he almost came, the feeling so intensely pleasurable. She began to lick around the tip. Lingering and dipping the tip of her tongue into the small slit. He gasped loudly, and shuddered. Running her tongue around the underside of its head then down along the shaft she sucked gently at the tender flesh. Licking and sucking her way back to the tip, she engulfed him completely. Taking him deep into the back of her throat, she held him there for a moment, before drawing her lips back along the shaft towards the tip sucking gently but firmly. Taking him in to the back of her throat once again, she swallowed...This was his undoing, not being able to hold on any longer he came, spurting warm thick creamy fluid down into her throat. She sucked and swallowed hungrily, not wanting to miss a drop.
She was surprised when he reached down and pulled her to her feet. His mouth finding hers, he kissed her long and deep once more, she was trembling in his arms. He grasped the front of her thin panties and pulled them from her body. Lifting her slightly he sat her on top of the low cabinet behind her. Kneeling in front of her, he placed her legs over his shoulders, his lips seeking out her moistness. His tongue flicked out and he licked her wet lips slowly. Licking a little deeper, his tongue brushed against her hard throbbing clit, she cried out as tiny jolts of electricity coursed through her body as he licked at her clit. His fingers parted her lips and he tormented her clit over and over, flicking, licking. Just when she thought she would go insane his lips locked onto her clit and he sucked, hard. His hands grasped her hips tightly as her whole body spasmed and jerked as she came, her juices flowing freely from within her.
He stood, his manhood hard and dripping. He leaned over her, and licked at her lower lip, her mouth opened slightly and she kissed him deeply, sucking at his tongue, tasting herself on him. Wrapping her legs around him she pulled his body to her taking his organ deep inside...the feeling of hot wet velvet around his member making him groan into her kiss. His hips began to move slowly back and forth, and she began to squeeze her muscles onto him...
He moved his kisses across her cheek and onto her neck where he began to suckle. This drove her wild and she held onto the cabinet and thrust her hips forwards, driving him even deeper into her. His slow steady strokes became deep long thrusts, each one harder than the last. She bit at her lip as tiny whimpering sounds emanated from her throat, her body meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own. He drove himself into her, hard and fast now, she dug her nails into his shoulders, clawing at his skin trying to pull him deeper, as her orgasm approached. The room echoed with moans and the sounds of quick shallow breathing, she knew he was close too. Her lips found his shoulder and she sucked hard, needing to taste him, wanting to devour every part of this man. Their movements became frenzied now, he, pistoning in and out of her, her bucking up beneath him, meeting and matching his every thrust...suddenly she shifted, lifting her legs slightly as he thrust, he entered her harder and deeper than he had before and something exploded in her brain and she came..behind her tightly closed eyes she saw stars exploding..without realising she bit into his shoulder and he cried out, emptying his juices deep within her, filling her to over flowing...
It was some time before she became aware of her surroundings again. Her body aching and tiny shudders still tingling through her, she listened in the dark for his breathing. When she heard nothing, she climbed down from the cabinet, found the key to the fuse box and flicked the switch. The bright light sparked in the archive room, and she turned round. She was alone. She sighed, and smiled and made her way home.
20.00! she was late.
Stepping from the shower and switching on her computer her stomach churned, would he be there waiting? Waiting for the connection to be made she shivered as she thought over the events of the evening, thinking she would probably never know who her mysterious lover was.
The connection made, she looked for him...he was not there. Her heart sank. The blue e-mail symbol was lit in the corner of her screen. ‘Oh well’, she thought, might as well get rid of the junk mail whilst i’m logged on. She clicked the e-mail symbol and his name was highlighted...he had written. She smiled as she opened his message.
It read....
"Tonight was incredible, next time will be special. A storeroom is no place to show you how much I love you......"
Now she could not wait for work on Monday....
© KarenWood
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