Love at Lunch

You are already at the lobby by the time I get there. I look at the clock on the wall of the reception – 1:03pm. It’s been a full week since I last saw you and you look completely dishy, even more delicious than I remember, a stud standing out in the crowd of stiff businessmen and prudish career people. You’re wearing a casual white cotton t-shirt, loose black pants and a smile that knocked me off my feet and makes all the shit of the work worth living through. Even in that simple do, you sizzle. You look just like the kind of man I would have a lunch-hour rendezvous with.

You have been planning this for a few days now. Both of us had wanted to fulfil this fantasy badly and now that we could finally afford to splurge on the room, there would just be no stopping either of us. The whole morning at work, you called twice and left a few messages telling me exactly what you would do to me during lunch. It made me completely lose track of work but I couldn’t care even if I turned the whole damn firm upside-down. All I thought about was satisfying my hunger for you during lunch.

Hearing your voice firmly explaining what you were going to do to me kept my pussy soaked, I swear it was completely impossible to walk without fearing that my juices would trickle down my thighs. Not being able to respond similarly back at you on the phone or relieve the tension because of where I was made it even hotter, making me want you so badly. Once, I had you on the phone, whispering to me how you were going to fuck me without mercy, and my boss approached me, handing me papers that needed my attention. I was almost dizzy from the tension.

I walk up to you, relieved and happy to see you after so long but uncertain of what to expect and definitely dying from the aching between my thighs. You grin at me mischievously and take me in your arms, kissing my forehead, “You look fabulous.” “Are you kidding darling? I look like every other damn woman in a boring business suit! You’re the one who’s attracting all the attention, with good reason too! Look at that woman checking you out, she completely hates me for having you!” It’s completely true and even I have to resist groping a feel of your sexy ass as you take my arm in yours and head for the glass elevator at the end of the posh, carpeted lobby. 

“You talk too much. But you look good using your mouth and I have ideas for that!” I glare at you in jest and you throw it back at me. “And I am thinking of how hot you’re going to be when you peel that boring suit off slowly for me, glaring icily like that. That’s the look of love, baby.” I smile at your cheeky imagination, rubbing my bare legs against yours.

Being in glass elevators always makes me feel sluttier. Fortunately, we are alone and I can be. My fingers rush over your body like it’s the first time. I have waited so long for this and it feels like I am going to explode if I don’t have you soon. My fingers gently circle your crotch, teasing you, wanting you to want me just as much. By the feel of how hard you are getting, I know you do and it makes me love you even more.

One hand grabbing my thigh at the side of yours, you slide your hand up my skirt, firmly feeling my skin. The way your hands feel on me is incredible. It sets my entire body ablaze. Your free hand lifts my chin, bringing my lips up to yours, looking into my eyes for a second before locking your lips onto mine and drawing me into our most lustful kiss yet. You place your hands on my hips, running it up the outline of my body. You don’t stop even when the elevator does. You gently pull me out, our hands still groping at each other, each of us trying to steal kisses.

I laugh at how cute you look, fumbling with the key-card, your focus a mess because I take your free hand and slide it under my blouse, giving you a feel of my breasts and hard nipples through my silk bra. You finally manage to open the door. 

Squeezing my breast gently, you pull your hands out from under my blouse, joking with me “I’ll have to make you pay for being such a tease, is that what you do with the guys in your office too?” I smile at you, “Yes, I’m working on the boss now. I sit on his lap all day at work.” You pull me into the room, the door slamming shut behind us. I’m sandwiched between you and the door. For the first time in ages, I look into your eyes and understand again how I fell for you, hard. 

You study my face intently, and I wonder what you are thinking as you touch my jacket. You seem almost sad in this moment, and it makes me want to hold you, to keep you safe in my arms forever, to take away all the troubles you hide beneath your male facade. I take your hands in mine, helping you to push the jacket off my shoulders, letting it drop onto the floor. I lead you to the huge white bed, my free hand undoing the buttons on my blouse. It slips off just before I lie on the soft bed. You’re on top, straddling me and looking down at me.

Seeing this unexplained sadness in your eyes makes me hurt. I cup your face and stare into the eyes that make my life worth living, “Don’t worry, I’ll always be yours.” I push your shirt up, my hands warm against your stomach and chest. You pull the t-shirt off over your head. You grab my hands, pulling them up and above me, never taking your eyes of mine. “Mila, if you leave, you leave with my reason to live.” “Honey, I will never do that. Never.” I couldn’t. Even just hearing you call my name makes me light-headed.