This post has extremely graphic sexual material. If you are offended by that sort of thing (plain old smut), I urge you to not to look further. Children should leave now, go to bed or something. The story takes some classic twists and turns. Let me know what you think...
Rated- NC-17
These are not my characters, and this is pure fiction.
Sydney’s ****y was on fire. She had never remembered being this hot, although, it had been over a year since she had last had sex. Sydney had arrived at the CIA office building at dawn and proceeded to the work out room before it became too crowded, with other fitness buffs. Sydney was wearing her normal work out cloths, tight Spandex shorts, tank top, and she had her shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail.
Sydney was on the exercise bike, and had already logged in ten miles. She liked the bike, it gave her peace. But today, she liked the bike because the peddling of her legs and the friction of the seat was bringing her pleasure. Syd had never felt like this before. She had ridden the bikes a thousand times and had never become so hot on the stationary machine.
Syd stopped peddling and quickly looked around the work out bay. There was nobody there, but her and her bike. Syd blushed but couldn’t help her self. She stood up off the seat ever so slightly and began to rub herself gently on the seat. Slowly at first, back and forth, the pleasure was growing deep inside her.
Syd was horrified at the thought of masturbating herself on a bike, and in public for that matter, but the lust had taken her by surprise, and had come out of no where. Syd pressed herself harder onto the seat and felt her lips part on the edge of the seat, exactly the feeling she wanted. Rocking back and forth now, she could feel the moisture, and heat building. She looked around again to make sure no one had come in. Seeing that she was still alone, she reached under her tank top and began pulling on her nipples with her one free hand. A soft moan escaped her mouth, with the gentle pinches, and pulls.
Still unable to believe what she was doing, but unable to stop, she ground her hot-self harder on the seat. She leaned as far forward as she could, just to put more pressure on her budding clit that was begging for attention.
“Ahhhhhhhh” she let out a moan of pleasure, louder than she had intended.
Syd was close, so close, to finishing herself, when she heard the echo of the entrance doors fly open. Sydney stopped immediately; she would not be caught masturbating herself like a school girl on that bike. Out of the question.
Sydney took her work out towel and wiped the seat down, to her surprise the seat was slick with her lust, as was the front of her Spandex shorts. Embarrassed she wrapped the work out towel around her waist and headed to the privacy of the girls locker room, hopefully she could finish her aching self off in peace.
Normally, the interruption would have meant the end of her desire, but today, she felt the fire building deep between her legs, and she knew it needed attention or she would explode.
To Sydney’s disappointment the locker room was filling up, and any plans of finishing the job here was out of the question. Sydney talked to no one. She changed into her skirt and blouse leaving her panties in her locker to retrieve later. She would head to her office floor, no one would be there that early, and she could take care of her private business and get on with her day.
As she scrambled up the three flights of stairs to her floor she could feel the wetness between her legs as she went up each stair, she found herself growing more and more excited each second.
“What in the world is going on with me?” she thought.
“This is absolutely crazy, my desire seems to have a mind of its own” she thought.
She arrived on her floor and looked around. No one was there; it was a little too early. She was safe. She could now get down to business. Feeling out of sorts, even a bit dirty, here in the office with nothing on under her skirt, was bringing her to a boil. Then she heard noise from Marshal’s office.
“That figures, he’s here and going to ruin everything” she thought.
Sydney made her way towards his office, feeling her lips tingle with every step; she was out of control with desire. Without a sound Sydney slipped up behind Marshal, and reached around his waist. Sydney buried both her hands into Marshal’s crotch, and whispered in his ear.
“Marshal, don’t talk, stop what your doing, turn around and f*** me.”
Marshal turned, dropped all of his work, and started to reply, but Syd stopped him short. She fell into him and started to rub her wet ****y up and down his leg. Marshal was in heaven; here she was the woman of his countless dreams rubbing herself like a mad woman on his leg. Syd pressed in, forcing the needed pressure on her clit.
Marshal was in a daze, and it was obvious to Syd that he needed some help. Syd grabbed both of his hands and guided them up and under her skirt. His hands were immediately wet with her moister.
“Rub my clit” Sydney moaned in his ear.
Marshal had no idea where her clit was, but never the less rubbed the whole length of her slit, hoping he would stumble upon it. Marshal pushed two of his fingers deep inside of Sydney. Her opening offered slight resistance. Marshal could tell by her reaction, she wanted more. Marshal moved his left hand up under her blouse and squeezed Sydney’s breasts. With Sydney’s help Marshal removed her top and freed her breasts. Marshal began sucking the hard nipples into his mouth flicking his tongue over the pointed tips with a hunger that surprised them both. To his amazement he watched the nipples grow with pleasure. Now overwhelmed with his own lust Marshal began rubbing himself on her leg.
She was close. So close now. Even if he kept missing that spot, she could feel the orgasm building to a frenzy. Syd reached into Marshal’s trousers, and pulled out his c***. It was not large, but it was very hard, almost bursting. Sydney, seeing his c***, felt herself ready to explode. She began to pump his now slick c*** and knew she had to taste it. Sydney knelt in front of Marshal and took him in her mouth. It was obvious that Marshal was enjoying this stimulation, because his knees began to shake. Sydney worked his tool with all of her might, in and out of her mouth while stroking his shaft; she gave him pleasure like he had never felt before. Marshal’s c*** wasn’t large, and Sydney removed her hands from his member and stopped sucking. Marshal took up were she left off, and with no instruction began to slowly push himself in and out of her waiting mouth. Marshal opened his eyes and looked down at the goddess below him. He was actually watching his c*** appear in full length, and then disappear completely in her mouth as he pushed it in and pulled it out at a slow steady pace. Bliss. Marshal loved her lips, he always had.
“Boy, I’m glad I came to work today” Marshal thought to himself.
Sydney was ready for herself now, so she stroked his c*** a few more times, and to her horror, on the third pump, without any warning….
Marshal exploded.
Marshal shot his load straight up, and fell backwards into the file cabinets. Marshal came, again, and again, spilling himself on his desk and down the front of his trousers. Without a word, Marshal tucked himself in and ran for the door. Marshal made his escape, but did not see Lauren who had “happened upon” (in her British accent of course) the scene un- noticed.
Sydney was pissed. So close she was. The fire was raging, and still no way to put it out. She was running out of time. Sydney made her way to the bathroom to cool down and try to get a hold of herself. She knew Dixon had scheduled a “sit down” at her desk to go over some files. This sit down was now only a mere 10 minutes away, and she had to get herself right.
Lauren hated Sydney, but had always been physically attracted to her. Lauren had seen her naked in the shower after work outs many times. Lauren had even caught herself planning her work out times just to see Sydney wash her naked body. Lauren’s plan came out of nowhere; it was just all of a sudden there. Lauren quickly scanned the room and with a smile, made her way to Sydney’s desk. Looking around one last time she moved the chair and crawled under the spacious CIA issued desk.
Sydney splashed water on her face hoping to cool the fire, if even just a little. She wished she had the time to recover her panties, but looking at her watch she knew she didn’t. Sydney came out of the bathroom and headed for her desk. She passed Marshal from where ever he was returning from, and gave him a dirty look. Marshal kept his head down and kept walking.
Sydney got to her desk and sat down just as Dixon approached with a handful of files.
“You ready to knock this out Sydney?” Dixon said.
“Ready as I’ll ever be” Syd said. Hoping work would take her mind off of the fire inside her.
Lauren’s plan was risky, but Lauren could tell by Syd’s current state that it would be a good gamble. When Sydney sat down Lauren noticed immediately that she wasn’t wearing panties, and that her ****y was still moist.
Dixon had the files spread out across the desk, and Syd pretended to be deeply involved, but Syd still had other things on her mind. Much to Laurens delight, Syd began to slowly open and close her legs.
“This will be too easy” Lauren thought.
When Syd’s legs were in the open position, Lauren made her move. Lauren leaned forward ever so slowly and blew into Sydney’s wetness. Sydney bolted upright in her chair, startling Dixon.
“Are you alright Syd?” Dixon said.
Sydney unsure of what to do sat still and said,
“Everything’s fine”.
Dixon continued on, Sydney had no idea what he was saying. She only knew that someone had just blown softly on her ****y from under the desk. Sydney felt the hot breath again on her body, and without thinking she spread her legs a little wider. Sydney then felt a hand removing her foot from her pumps. Sydney’s mind wouldn’t work. She couldn’t think. This was not happening. Then she knew it was happening, she felt a hot wet mouth sucking on her toes. Sydney was again ready to excuse herself, but was riveted to the chair afraid to move.
The sucking was gentle, and soothing. It went from sucking to licking. The licking started the fire again. Sydney’s ****y was beginning to burn with the desire she had felt earlier in the morning. Lauren licked, nibbled and sucked Sydney’s feet and legs, paying special attention to the spot right behind Syd’s knee. Lauren worked her hand ever so slowly up Syd’s leg. Out of no where, Lauren jerked Syd’s leg forward, pulling Syd, and the chair, right up to the desk with a thump. Dixon looked up, annoyed that Syd didn’t seem to be paying attention.
Lauren ran her hand up under Syd’s skirt and began caressing her thighs. Syd’s instinctive response was to move her hot moistness closer to the hand that was gently rubbing the inside of her thigh.
Lauren could see the pinkness of Syd’s slit, and Lauren un-knowingly began to rub herself. Lauren could smell Sydney’s sex and it was beautiful. Lauren snapped out of the trance she was in and remembered she had a job to do.
Lauren moved her hand directly between Syd’s legs, and felt the heat of her ****y. With the touch, Sydney began to drip desire onto Laurens hand. Sydney’s breath was coming out shorter, and she had to bite down on her lower lip and squeeze her eye’s shut to stop the moan that was coming from deep within.
Dixon babbled on and on about nothing.
All at once, and not with any real amount of gentleness, Lauren inserted two fingers deep inside of Sydney. Sydney bolted forward not leaving her seat. This pleased Dixon because he thought she was trying to get a better look at the meaningless graph he was now going over.
Sydney tightened her grip on the fingers that had just invaded her, and started to move back and forth ever so slightly on them. Lauren would have none of that. Lauren removed her fingers, and Syd was forced to sit back down. When Syd sat back down she sat as far out on the edge of the chair as she could, and spread her legs open as far as the confines of the desk would allow, silently begging for more attention.
Lauren resumed her torment, and immediately went back to work on Sydney’s burning ****y. Her well trained fingers began to stroke the slit in an even steady rhythm. Sydney was wet, soaking wet. She could feel the wetness she was making on the chair, and it scared her. This was insane!. It had to stop. But she knew she couldn’t. Lauren’s fingers, drenched with the deluge from within, started making slow circles around Sydney’s clit. Her clit needed attention ever so bad, but Lauren’s fingers were careful to stay close, but not acknowledge the need.
Sydney leaned forward across the desk pretending to look at the reports. She crossed her arms across her chest, pretending to be in deep thought, and then to her horror started to pull on her own nipples. She didn’t know who was down there, but they would pay dearly for this.
Lauren’s hand was now working a frenzy on Sydney‘s ****y. Her fingers resumed the penetration again, only this time her thumb started in on Sydney’s pulsing clit. Sydney jolted by the electricity let out a loud cough that was used to cover the scream of pleasure that would have come.
Dixon, not stopping his meaningless ramblings, slid a glass of water towards her.
Lauren could not contain her desire any longer, and began to finger herself with her only intention of reaching orgasm. She felt free to torture Sydney, and completely stopped what she was doing with Sydney and focused completely on her soaking spot. Pushing the fingers that had just been inside Sydney now into herself, she forced herself not to utter a sound. Lauren had her hand buried between her legs, rubbing for all she was worth.
Sydney, again, wanted to cry when the fingers that were rubbing her desire abruptly stopped. Lauren was close, and Sydney gasped again when she felt her naked foot being pressed into what was most certainly a hot wet vagina. Sydney’s head was spinning, and she wondered if she was going to make it through this ordeal, without making a complete fool of herself in front of Dixon.
Sydney sensed the sooner this person came, the sooner she could also. Sydney moved her foot up and down the dampened slit, soon it was dripping wet with dew. Sydney found the small spot and began to tickle it. Faster and faster she moved her foot until Lauren stopped it. Lauren wrapped her legs around Sydney’s bare leg and began to slowly grind her ****y on Sydney’s shin bone, Lauren was in a rhythm and was to the point of pulling Sydney out of her chair, when her passion let loose. Sydney’s now soaked leg felt the body below her shudder with orgasm. Now Sydney could only hope that her own pleasure would resume.
Sydney was relieved and surprised when moments later she felt her bottom being dragged to the very edge of the chair. She then felt, to her delight, a tongue traveling the very length of her center, and hands forcing there way under her bottom holding her firmly in place. The tongue did not stop. It continued its travels bottom to top, bottom to top. Every time the travels reached the top, she felt one long suck on her clit. Then the travels resumed the hypnotic pace. How long had this been going on? Hours? Minutes? It could have been days, time was at a stand still.
The pressure was maddening. Lauren was now dragging her teeth across her swollen nub, paralyzing Syd with passion. She was nearing the edge. How she could get away with the biggest climax of her life, which would very well happen right in front of her boss, she did not know.
Like a sneeze, it came up quick. She could feel it building. The ceaseless licking had become a targeted attack on her throbbing clit. Sydney was now humping the unknown face below her desk as hard as she felt she could get away with. With each push forward of her hips she felt the tongue move deeper. With each passionate thrust of her pelvic she also moved closer to the edge, she was now only inches from falling into the unknown.
In a flash of thought Sydney had an idea. It surprised her that she could even think. Sydney reached into her desk drawer, and felt for her cell phone.
Lauren knew what she was trying to do, and with a new sense of urgency began the assault on her clit with a new found fervor. Sydney felt one hand leave her bottom, and it was now moving in and out of her opening again. Sydney could tell, the person below was desperately trying to make her cum.
Sydney grabbed the phone and hit Dixon’s number on speed dial. Dixon looked up when he heard his ring tone from across the room.
Sydney was fighting. It was the hardest fight of her life. Seconds away was all.
Lauren was fighting too. She worked on the clit like never before, her face was covered with Sydney’s lust. She was trying to work a finger into Sydney’s other opening, knowing it would send her over the edge.
“Be right back, gotta grab this” Dixon excused himself.
Lauren had one last chance. She pushed her finger again, towards the other opening, probing it for entrance. Sydney knew this would put her down for the count too, and she did every thing she could to stop the penetration. She had to hold on until Dixon was at least ten feet from her desk.
The struggle was over. The slick finger needed little help. Sydney opened her whole self to the person below and felt the finger slide in. With her slick muscles Sydney gripped all of the fingers inside of her front and back, and then exploded in orgasm. Sydney fell over the front of her desk shaking un-controllably, hoping no one would notice. Wave after wave of pleasure gushed out of her. When she thought she had it under control, she loosened her grip to escape. In that instant of vulnerability, she felt the person below give one more demanding push, both front and back. With knowing placement of pressures at exactly the right spots deep within her body, Sydney let out a scream. The second wave had crashed in like an unannounced tidal wave, shocking Sydney, and surprising even Lauren at the fierceness of it. The whole floor stopped what they were doing, and looked towards Sydney’s desk.
Sydney fell backwards to the floor, riding out the second wave of pure ecstasy, making sure her skirt was covering herself, she squeezed her legs tightly together and held on. Looking under the desk, from her now new vantage point, she saw the blond hair first, and immediately knew it was that b**** Lauren who had done this. Sydney jumped to her feet before any of the well meaning rescuers arrived, and jokingly said she fell backwards out of her chair, which surprised no one.
Sydney pulled the chair back, their eye’s locked in equal animosity,
“You’ll pay for this dearly, b****” Sydney said.
Lauren, had failed her mission by only seconds, had Dixon’s phone rang seconds later he would have witnessed the event. She was disappointed at the timing, so close, but still failure.
“You may have won the battle love, but not the war” Lauren replied with a smile.
Round 2
Sydney had a headache. Headache, may be an understatement, her head was pounding. Sydney had requested a short 7 day leave after the fiasco (or humiliation) as she thought of it, which had happened at her desk the week before. Dixon had gladly given her the requested absence, in fact, Dixon was a bit worried about her, and thought the time off may do her some good.
Sydney was glad for the time off also. The alone moments gave her plenty of time to try and get herself together. The thoughts, the endless barrage of conflicting thoughts had invaded her every waking moment. Oh how she despised Lauren. Lauren did not deserve Vaughn. To Sydney, Lauren was pure evil. After what she had put her through last week she would never forgive her. Sydney refused to think about the details of last week. Sydney had never been one to live a promiscuous lifestyle, and she would have never considered being with a woman. Lauren had done the un-thinkable in Sydney’s mind.
What she had felt at the desk was the most extreme passion she had felt in her whole life. Sydney was surprised that passion even came in a dose like that, it was life changing, a new discovery, and this is what she was struggling to put out of her mind. Sydney had thought of her options over the last week. She would not seek payback. Sydney had decided to just put it all behind her. She would not sink to Lauren’s level. She was above Lauren’s ways.
Sydney’s real reason for putting it behind her was a very simple one. Every time she thought of Lauren, she thought of Vaughn. At least that was what she was telling herself. Sydney’s life with Vaughn had been a simple life filled with peace and true love. Oh how she missed their time together. Even the simple time spent in silence together, but together none the less.
Sydney knew she must try and drive the hopeless situation from her mind.
Lauren and Vaughn are married and I am alone, she thought to her self in sadness.
Sydney swallowed four Advil’s and made up her mind not think about Vaughn or Lauren’s relationship, and to just get on with life.
Surely there is someone else in this world that I could be happy with, she smiled to herself.
Thinking thoughts like this gave her hope. Hope is what she needed, and with that she felt her headache begin to lift.
Sydney walked to her bathroom and turned on her shower. She was already running late for her first day back at work, and would have to hurry, and hope to catch some breaks in traffic this morning.
Sydney unconsciously dressed very conservatively for her first day back at the office. She expected to feel very awkward, but everyone welcomed her back with open arms, everyone but Marshal who continued to stay hidden in his office. Sydney reflected on her actions with Marshal last week. Sydney, under normal situations, would have never done something like that with a co worker, especially Marshal, but nothing was normal that day. Sydney dreaded it, but knew she had to give him some sort of explanation for her doings.
Sydney spent the morning catching up on the paperwork that had flooded her vacant desk over the last week of her absence. Sydney could not help thinking of the events of the prior week when sitting in the very spot the insanity had taken place. Sydney forced the intruding thoughts away and continued with her duties.
Sydney worked steadily through the morning with mixed emotions. Vaughn had stopped by her desk, as he always did, for some quick chit-chat. They still shared an emotional connection, even with the long passage of time, which had separated them.
Sydney stopped the thought suddenly.
No! We do not share just a connection; we share a bond, a deep bond that should have never been broken. Sydney thought.
Oh how she needed him back in her life. He was her hope, her reason for being. She would do anything to get Vaughn and the lost years back. Sydney found herself lost in thought. She fantasized about the two of them just leaving. Getting out. Escaping. Leaving after work, or leaving right now for that matter. To the airport, a flight to anywhere. Just away. Together. Forever.
Sydney was lost deep in thought. She was in the good place again, just her and Vaughn together again. Sun…. Blue Sky……. Flowers….. Rolling hills……. The beautiful thoughts and visions just kept flooding her mind.
Sydney was suddenly jolted out of her pleasant dreams.
Sydney looked up from her abandoned work. Standing in front of her desk was Lauren.
Lauren, without an invitation, sat down at Sydney’s desk.
“Thinking about me, were you love?” Lauren asked.
Sydney quickly looked around, making sure no one was within ear shot.
“You listen to me now, and you hear me good. What you did last week was simply unspeakable. I will never, and I mean never, tolerate that sort of behavior!” Sydney whispered harshly across the desk.
“Oh but Sydney, what a wild young lady you are. I would have never have guessed.” Lauren replied with a smile.
“I don’t care what you think. I should go tell Michael what you did. It would be interesting to see how quick he’d drop you if he knew the truth about you.” Sydney replied.
“Oh yes, please go tell Sydney my dear. I’m sure my Michael would believe your little story that I drove you to orgasm under your desk.” Let’s both go and tell our little secret now.” Lauren said standing up.
Lauren was in complete control, again, just like under the desk… Sydney thought.
Sydney stayed seated. She was at a loss for words.
“I thought so, what a silly idea.” Lauren said with a giggle.
Lauren leaned forward across Sydney’s desk. Sydney could not help notice Lauren’s breasts. Sydney could see one of Lauren’s hard nipples pressing against the soft fabric of her brassiere.
“Sydney my dear, I know you want my Michael, but you can’t have him, he’s mine.”
Lauren leaned in even closer to Sydney. Lauren’s lips were pressed softly to her ear.
“I will let you in on a little secret though. By the end of the month you will want me more than you ever wanted my Michael.”
Sydney’s face turned red with embarrassment, and anger, at the statement.
Lauren’s lips whispered in Sydney’s ear again. Sydney had to lean into the sound, it was spoken so softly….. “If you check, I bet you’ll find your self just a tad bit moist right now.”
Without another word Lauren walked away from the desk as suddenly as she had appeared. Sydney didn’t have to check herself. She knew. She could feel the moistness between her legs, and she knew it had started when Lauren first appeared at the desk.
Sydney’s fury was rising. She hated Lauren. Oh how she hated her. Hated her for what she had done to her under the desk last week. Hated her for taking her Michael. And hated her for what she was doing to her right now.
Round 3
Sydney had been awake for hours. She looked over at her alarm clock on the nightstand for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last hour and a half. Her thoughts kept slipping back to Lauren and her prediction earlier that day. Sydney had to admit to herself, as much as she hated to, that she did feel a desire growing. A desire for what, she didn’t know. She was scared to even entertain the thoughts that would flash unannounced into her mind at the oddest times, day and night.
Sleep was impossible for her that night. Sydney had torn her covers apart, and had made a general mess of the sheets with her incessant tossing and turning. She rolled over and looked at the clock again. The clock shined its bright 2:37 display back at her. She needed sleep.
Sydney had tried all of the standard tricks to use when one could not find sleep. Sydney then remembered an old Cosmo article she had read at her Doctors office, waiting for a routine check-up. The article had suggested a warm glass of milk, or masturbation as the cure for those sleepless nights.
Sydney knew she didn’t want to go down stairs to the kitchen, besides she hadn’t had milk in the house for months.
Sydney’s hands went under her tank top to her breasts. She was slow about her movements, hoping the gentle caresses would some how magically put her to sleep. She did not touch her hardening nipples, she chose to just push her two breasts together, massaging, and kneading them with her soft hands.
“Mmmmmm” Sydney moaned to her empty room.
How good it felt to explore her body.
Sydney sat up to remove her tank top, and panties.
She lay back down and resumed the activities on her breasts. Her nipples had now hardened to sharp, pointed peeks. Her fingers chose to just brush the protruding points, just as her Michael had so long ago. Thinking of her Michael, she slid her right hand down the length of her outer thigh, again with the soft moan. Sydney cupped her hand over herself and pushed her lower body into it.
She did not find the wetness that she was expecting. She brought her hand to her mouth for the much needed lubricant, and started again. Thinking only of Michael, she tried to arouse herself with the motions that she had practiced many times before. To her dismay, Sydney could not bring herself to the excitement that had usually come so easy to her.
“This was not working“ Sydney sighed in disappointment.
She rolled over again and looked at the clock. The clock now read 3:15. She had to find sleep.
Sydney shifted around some more, as she had since climbing into bed earlier in the night. Her thoughts again went to Michael, and the silly way he had been so excited over the office Sports pool he had won.
Suddenly her thoughts shifted from her beloved. He was all of a sudden gone from her mind, and “she” was now there. Sydney squeezed her eye’s close, and tried her hardest to bring him back to her mind. She could not.
Sydney’s mind drifted to Lauren’s legs. She hated to admit it to herself, but they had looked fantastic today at the office. She thought of Laurens nipple, hidden from her view, but its outline there, straining against the fabric of her bra. Unconsciously, Sydney’s hand went to her vagina. As before, Sydney cupped her palm to herself, and pushed back. To her surprise, Sydney found herself soaking wet. She applied more pressure to her self, and two of her fingers slid into her channel with no effort at all.
Sydney squeezed her legs around her hand as tight as she could and let out groan of pleasure. She then opened her legs wide. With the ease that the first two fingers had found, she inserted another finger into herself. Her free hand had already found her breasts. Her hand brought her breast to her mouth. Sydney could not suck her stiff nipples comfortably, so she fiercely licked, and teased the heated tips. This new stimulation drove electric bolts of pleasure to her wet center. Sydney’s hand pushed hard inside of herself. As she pushed, she also pressed the inside of her wet wrist against her throbbing clit. Her clit responded sooner than she had expected. With the one rub over her clit, she gushed in heated orgasm.
Sydney shuddered in the aftermath, holding her hand in place with her legs. She looked at the clock again. The clock read 3:25. She wondered how she could break this spell Lauren had suddenly put on her, and with that she fell into the deep sleep she had strived for all night.
****
Sydney had only slept two hours, but she arrived to work in her black skirt, and white blouse, feeling like she had slept a full night. Sydney went through the security check points with no delays. She was worried, she had no idea how she would react when she saw Lauren. She calmed herself as well as she could, and decided to try and not be so cold to her. It seemed that the cooler she was to Lauren, the more it drove Lauren on, and Sydney just wanted to get back to the way things had been.
Sydney passed through the last check point and arrived on her floor exactly on time. She checked her day planner to see what time the meeting was. The meeting was scheduled for 11:00 a.m. Sydney dreaded the meeting. Twice a year the crew gathered together for the Departmental budget meeting. The meeting would be slow, boring, and a total waste of time. The bean counters, would stand at the podium and chastise them for their spending habits while in the field. Threats of cut backs would be the word of the day she was sure.
Sydney walked into the office, and ran right into Lauren. With the contact Sydney dropped the files she was carrying to the floor. Normally Lauren would not have lifted a finger to help Sydney, but today she quickly bent down to help pick up the scattered files. When Lauren bent over, Sydney could not help herself, and she stole a look at the blonde’s beautiful cleavage.
“Did you dream about me last night?” Lauren asked.
Sydney’s cheeks turned slightly red.
“Nope, slept like a baby all night.” Sydney lied.
“For some reason I don’t believe you” Lauren whispered.
Flustered, Sydney scooped the last file off the floor, and went to her desk. She felt a little dizzy. It seemed every time she saw Lauren she became a bit dizzy.
Sydney checked her watch, and busied herself with her normal duties until it was time to go to the dreaded meeting. Time dragged on, as she knew it would in the meeting. When it was a quarter till eleven she figured she’d head downstairs to the conference room.
She walked into the room, and to her surprise and embarrassment, the room was full.
Everyone noticed the late arrival.
“Glad you could make it Agent Bristow.” Dixon said from the front of the room.
“I thought it started at 11:00, that’s what was in my day-planer” Sydney questioned.
“Nope, 10:00 sharp, find a seat please.” Dixon replied.
Sydney scanned the room for a free seat at one of the tables. She saw a lone seat at the back of the room, and then quickly looked again for another one.
“Sydney, take a seat please.” Dixon told her again.
Reluctantly, Sydney made her way to the one empty seat at the table in the back of the room. With cheeks glowing red, Sydney took her seat, right next to Lauren.
Sydney took her day planner out and studied it closely.
“Thought you’d never make it.” Lauren said.
As she studied the day planner closer, Sydney noticed the time for the meeting was slightly smudged, almost as if some one had erased it, she thought.
Sydney scanned the room from her seat in the back. She felt trapped. There were at least fifty people in the conference room with their backs to her, listening to the drone of the speaker. How had she got herself into this mess, again, she didn’t know.
Sydney pulled her notebook out and placed it on the table in front of her. Her mouth had suddenly turned dry, and she desperately needed a drink of water.
Lauren, as if reading her mind, slid her own bottle of water in front of Sydney, making her face flush even more.
To Sydney’s relief, Lauren’s eye’s remained straight forward as she listened to the speaker do his thing. Sydney took this time to relax a little. Maybe this would be OK, she thought to herself. Sydney took a long drink of water, leaned back, and took her first breath in peace, since sitting down. Her mind was steady again, she smelled flowers, lilacs to be exact. Blinking her eyes quickly, she realized it was Lauren she was smelling.
Sydney felt a spark. Small it was, but it was there, and she was aware of it. Sydney shifted in her seat, and forced her mind to pay attention to the speaker’s ramblings. Unfortunately, after only seconds, her mind would drift back to “her”.
The spark had turned to a flame. The flame was small, but it was larger than the spark that had began it all, and it was burning. Heat is the only way she could think of it. A hot itch may have been a better description. The more she thought about it, the hotter the fire became. She wanted to touch herself, needed the touch . Even just to hold her hand over her mound and try to smother the fire. Yes, that was it, just put the fire out with her hand.
“What has she done to me?” Sydney thought to herself.
She hated this, but at the same time desperately needed it.
Sydney shifted in her seat again, hoping not to draw the attention of Lauren.
Sydney again settled herself silently, and then noticed moistness on her inner thigh. She slowly reached down to wipe it away, praying not to draw attention from Lauren, when Lauren leaned in and whispered into her ear…
“I can smell you, my love.”
Sydney’s heart exploded. Her palms turned moist, and a single bead of sweat broke out on her brow. Lauren silently took a finger and removed the lone drop from Sydney’s brow. Sydney squirmed again as she watched the drop of sweat disappear into Lauren’s mouth.
The flame turned to fire.
Sydney desperately wanted escape, but as before, she found herself riveted to her chair. She could feel the front of her panties, and they were sopping wet. At least I have panties on this time…. She thought.
The speaker at the front of the room was making his closing pleas from the front of the room, for everyone to control their spending when out in the field.
“Well we have one more segment left for the day, should we plug on through, or take a lunch break?” He asked.
Sydney felt a flood of relief wash over her body.
“LUNCH!!!”, she screamed in her mind.
“Let’s take a vote, all in favor of taking lunch raise their hands.” He said.
Sydney again felt alone when she looked around the room, hers was the only hand up, and to her horror, her nipples had hardened against the sheer fabric of her blouse for all to see.
“Well that settles it, let’s plug on through lunch. For the last segment we will be studying spending graphs on the overhead, I want you to all stay awake…….
“Lights Please.”
The lights went off, and Sydney shut her eyes.
“You can just get up and leave.” she thought.
But her lust kept her welded to the seat, along with the hand, Laurens hand, that had just been placed on her leg.
Sydney quickly squeezed her legs together in a very lame attempt to shoo Lauren away.
Lauren leaned over and bit Sydney’s earlobe hard, then just as quickly sucked it into her mouth to sooth the pain.
“Do you really thing you can stop this?” Lauren cooed.
Sydney again opened her legs.
“I didn’t think so.” Lauren giggled.
Without wasting any time, Lauren reached under the table and pulled Sydney’s skirt up around her waist. Sydney’s next thought was that her ****y felt like it was ablaze. Laurens pressed her palm to the front of Sydney’s panties, and began messaging the sweet delight through the thin materiel. Against her will, Sydney leaned back in her chair, and let out the softest moan of pleasure. She continued the rub softly and slowly, almost lovingly. She pleasured Sydney’s desire with simple motions, motions that were designed to bring rapture.
At that point, Lauren knew that she had Sydney under her spell. Sydney had now lifted herself from her seat ever so slightly. She was meeting Laurens motions, with her own. Sydney was rotating her hips against Laurens hand. f***ing the hand, with swollen lips that were still hidden behind the panties. Lauren turned up the heat and began pulling at her ****y gently, but with enough force that Sydney knocked the water bottle to the floor in response. The wetness, and messaging had driven the panties into her center, and Sydney could now feel her clit protruding against the stretched fabric of her panties. Lauren could feel it too, because she had started to rub the small nub in soft circles.
“These have got to go.” Lauren whispered.
Sydney obeyed without thinking. She removed her panties as ordered, and slipped the drenched wad into here purse. She looked around the room at the back of everyone’s heads. No one was paying attention to them.
Sydney put her hand into Lauren’s lap, and reached for her tightness. Through the fabric of Lauren’s pant suit, she felt the ocean. Sydney forgetting for a second about her own desire, stroked the outline of Lauren’s vagina. Time stopped. Sydney ran her hand over the form. It was two small hills that fell into a valley. The valley was flooding, it was easy to tell. The outline was perfect in her mind, and it only added more fuel to the raging fire. Sydney was lost as she continued tracing the outline of Lauren’s self. She could have sat there forever just rubbing and pushing at the soft bulge behind the pant suit. Oh, how she wished she could study it closer and free from clothes. She pictured herself exploring the folds and valleys with her tongue, dipping and probing the length.
Sydney was awakened from her short dream. Lauren had reached inside Sydney’s blouse, and pulled one of her breasts out of her bra. Sydney had to then place her elbows down on the table. She did not want anyone to see her sitting there with Lauren’s hand up her shirt. Out of the question.
Lauren responded with a quick tug of the hardened nipple. She pulled on the nipple hard. It hurt Sydney, but not enough for her to pull away, she pushed her chest back into the hand. The pulling now turned into a light steady, rolling pinch. First one side then the other. The teasing only made her hotter.
Lauren leaned over into Sydney’s ear.
“Please darling, stop touching me. Our time together will come shortly, when you least expect it.” Lauren whispered.
“When I least expect it, what could she mean, this is about as unexpected as it could be?” Sydney thought to herself.
Lauren had worked her fingers into the promise land and was grinding them as deep as she could. Her penetrations were limited to Sydney’s current position, so Lauren told her softly, to sit back.
Sydney could only do as directed, and she only hoped that Lauren would leave her ass alone, but Sydney knew she would allow her anything. With the new shift of position Lauren was able to gain access to Sydney’s deepest parts. She continued to stoke the fire, with the steady thrusting of her three middle fingers. In and out was now the word for the day. The steady onslaught was madding. With every thrust of the hand, Sydney would thrust herself back at the hand. It was a crazy duel. Her clit was throbbing, there was a new pressure now. Lauren began pulling at Sydney’s clit with long strokes, occasionally pushing her fingers back inside the well for more moisture. Over and over this continued, until she could take no more. Sydney clamped her legs shut in protest, but then just as quickly opened them for more. She knew what was coming, and she knew she couldn’t hold back. Sydney began to shake in her seat. The waves were coming. As she had expected, all of her openings were now full, and she was at an angle that would have had her on the floor, except her strong legs were pushing back at the thrusts.
The explosion came, and it came hard. Lauren had stopped her thrusts, and had simply left her fingers buried deep inside. Lauren began squeezing her hand together softly, pulling her fingers out and slowly pushing them back in. She only had to repeat this process three times before she felt all of her muscles clamp down on her hand. Sydney’s body held onto the hand as hard as it could. Wave after wave of pure pleasure spilled from deep within. Lauren had let go of Sydney, and with that, Sydney melted to the floor.
Sydney had no strength, but she knew she had to get off of the floor. She could taste just a small bit of blood coming from her lip. She had been forced to bite down on her lip to hold back the sounds of her pleasure. She climbed up the chair with her only strength remaining. She was a wreck. Her bra was not were it should be, she was wearing no panties -again- and her hair was a mess. As she positioned the bra back on herself, the lights went on. The meeting was over.
Sydney quickly wiped her lower lip and put on the best smile she could muster. She also noticed she was sitting alone. Lauren had left.
The crowd filed by Sydney towards the exit. She was getting some strange looks as they passed by her.
“Have a nice nap Sydney?” Dixon asked with sarcasm. “You know I expect better of you than this.”
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.” Sydney explained.
Dixon walked out without a response.
Sydney looked at the day planner opened in front of her.
There was a hand written note across the pages.
“See you again soon.” were the words written.
Sydney could only rest her head in her hands, alone at the table.
Rated- NC-17
These are not my characters, and this is pure fiction.
Sydney’s ****y was on fire. She had never remembered being this hot, although, it had been over a year since she had last had sex. Sydney had arrived at the CIA office building at dawn and proceeded to the work out room before it became too crowded, with other fitness buffs. Sydney was wearing her normal work out cloths, tight Spandex shorts, tank top, and she had her shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail.
Sydney was on the exercise bike, and had already logged in ten miles. She liked the bike, it gave her peace. But today, she liked the bike because the peddling of her legs and the friction of the seat was bringing her pleasure. Syd had never felt like this before. She had ridden the bikes a thousand times and had never become so hot on the stationary machine.
Syd stopped peddling and quickly looked around the work out bay. There was nobody there, but her and her bike. Syd blushed but couldn’t help her self. She stood up off the seat ever so slightly and began to rub herself gently on the seat. Slowly at first, back and forth, the pleasure was growing deep inside her.
Syd was horrified at the thought of masturbating herself on a bike, and in public for that matter, but the lust had taken her by surprise, and had come out of no where. Syd pressed herself harder onto the seat and felt her lips part on the edge of the seat, exactly the feeling she wanted. Rocking back and forth now, she could feel the moisture, and heat building. She looked around again to make sure no one had come in. Seeing that she was still alone, she reached under her tank top and began pulling on her nipples with her one free hand. A soft moan escaped her mouth, with the gentle pinches, and pulls.
Still unable to believe what she was doing, but unable to stop, she ground her hot-self harder on the seat. She leaned as far forward as she could, just to put more pressure on her budding clit that was begging for attention.
“Ahhhhhhhh” she let out a moan of pleasure, louder than she had intended.
Syd was close, so close, to finishing herself, when she heard the echo of the entrance doors fly open. Sydney stopped immediately; she would not be caught masturbating herself like a school girl on that bike. Out of the question.
Sydney took her work out towel and wiped the seat down, to her surprise the seat was slick with her lust, as was the front of her Spandex shorts. Embarrassed she wrapped the work out towel around her waist and headed to the privacy of the girls locker room, hopefully she could finish her aching self off in peace.
Normally, the interruption would have meant the end of her desire, but today, she felt the fire building deep between her legs, and she knew it needed attention or she would explode.
To Sydney’s disappointment the locker room was filling up, and any plans of finishing the job here was out of the question. Sydney talked to no one. She changed into her skirt and blouse leaving her panties in her locker to retrieve later. She would head to her office floor, no one would be there that early, and she could take care of her private business and get on with her day.
As she scrambled up the three flights of stairs to her floor she could feel the wetness between her legs as she went up each stair, she found herself growing more and more excited each second.
“What in the world is going on with me?” she thought.
“This is absolutely crazy, my desire seems to have a mind of its own” she thought.
She arrived on her floor and looked around. No one was there; it was a little too early. She was safe. She could now get down to business. Feeling out of sorts, even a bit dirty, here in the office with nothing on under her skirt, was bringing her to a boil. Then she heard noise from Marshal’s office.
“That figures, he’s here and going to ruin everything” she thought.
Sydney made her way towards his office, feeling her lips tingle with every step; she was out of control with desire. Without a sound Sydney slipped up behind Marshal, and reached around his waist. Sydney buried both her hands into Marshal’s crotch, and whispered in his ear.
“Marshal, don’t talk, stop what your doing, turn around and f*** me.”
Marshal turned, dropped all of his work, and started to reply, but Syd stopped him short. She fell into him and started to rub her wet ****y up and down his leg. Marshal was in heaven; here she was the woman of his countless dreams rubbing herself like a mad woman on his leg. Syd pressed in, forcing the needed pressure on her clit.
Marshal was in a daze, and it was obvious to Syd that he needed some help. Syd grabbed both of his hands and guided them up and under her skirt. His hands were immediately wet with her moister.
“Rub my clit” Sydney moaned in his ear.
Marshal had no idea where her clit was, but never the less rubbed the whole length of her slit, hoping he would stumble upon it. Marshal pushed two of his fingers deep inside of Sydney. Her opening offered slight resistance. Marshal could tell by her reaction, she wanted more. Marshal moved his left hand up under her blouse and squeezed Sydney’s breasts. With Sydney’s help Marshal removed her top and freed her breasts. Marshal began sucking the hard nipples into his mouth flicking his tongue over the pointed tips with a hunger that surprised them both. To his amazement he watched the nipples grow with pleasure. Now overwhelmed with his own lust Marshal began rubbing himself on her leg.
She was close. So close now. Even if he kept missing that spot, she could feel the orgasm building to a frenzy. Syd reached into Marshal’s trousers, and pulled out his c***. It was not large, but it was very hard, almost bursting. Sydney, seeing his c***, felt herself ready to explode. She began to pump his now slick c*** and knew she had to taste it. Sydney knelt in front of Marshal and took him in her mouth. It was obvious that Marshal was enjoying this stimulation, because his knees began to shake. Sydney worked his tool with all of her might, in and out of her mouth while stroking his shaft; she gave him pleasure like he had never felt before. Marshal’s c*** wasn’t large, and Sydney removed her hands from his member and stopped sucking. Marshal took up were she left off, and with no instruction began to slowly push himself in and out of her waiting mouth. Marshal opened his eyes and looked down at the goddess below him. He was actually watching his c*** appear in full length, and then disappear completely in her mouth as he pushed it in and pulled it out at a slow steady pace. Bliss. Marshal loved her lips, he always had.
“Boy, I’m glad I came to work today” Marshal thought to himself.
Sydney was ready for herself now, so she stroked his c*** a few more times, and to her horror, on the third pump, without any warning….
Marshal exploded.
Marshal shot his load straight up, and fell backwards into the file cabinets. Marshal came, again, and again, spilling himself on his desk and down the front of his trousers. Without a word, Marshal tucked himself in and ran for the door. Marshal made his escape, but did not see Lauren who had “happened upon” (in her British accent of course) the scene un- noticed.
Sydney was pissed. So close she was. The fire was raging, and still no way to put it out. She was running out of time. Sydney made her way to the bathroom to cool down and try to get a hold of herself. She knew Dixon had scheduled a “sit down” at her desk to go over some files. This sit down was now only a mere 10 minutes away, and she had to get herself right.
Lauren hated Sydney, but had always been physically attracted to her. Lauren had seen her naked in the shower after work outs many times. Lauren had even caught herself planning her work out times just to see Sydney wash her naked body. Lauren’s plan came out of nowhere; it was just all of a sudden there. Lauren quickly scanned the room and with a smile, made her way to Sydney’s desk. Looking around one last time she moved the chair and crawled under the spacious CIA issued desk.
Sydney splashed water on her face hoping to cool the fire, if even just a little. She wished she had the time to recover her panties, but looking at her watch she knew she didn’t. Sydney came out of the bathroom and headed for her desk. She passed Marshal from where ever he was returning from, and gave him a dirty look. Marshal kept his head down and kept walking.
Sydney got to her desk and sat down just as Dixon approached with a handful of files.
“You ready to knock this out Sydney?” Dixon said.
“Ready as I’ll ever be” Syd said. Hoping work would take her mind off of the fire inside her.
Lauren’s plan was risky, but Lauren could tell by Syd’s current state that it would be a good gamble. When Sydney sat down Lauren noticed immediately that she wasn’t wearing panties, and that her ****y was still moist.
Dixon had the files spread out across the desk, and Syd pretended to be deeply involved, but Syd still had other things on her mind. Much to Laurens delight, Syd began to slowly open and close her legs.
“This will be too easy” Lauren thought.
When Syd’s legs were in the open position, Lauren made her move. Lauren leaned forward ever so slowly and blew into Sydney’s wetness. Sydney bolted upright in her chair, startling Dixon.
“Are you alright Syd?” Dixon said.
Sydney unsure of what to do sat still and said,
“Everything’s fine”.
Dixon continued on, Sydney had no idea what he was saying. She only knew that someone had just blown softly on her ****y from under the desk. Sydney felt the hot breath again on her body, and without thinking she spread her legs a little wider. Sydney then felt a hand removing her foot from her pumps. Sydney’s mind wouldn’t work. She couldn’t think. This was not happening. Then she knew it was happening, she felt a hot wet mouth sucking on her toes. Sydney was again ready to excuse herself, but was riveted to the chair afraid to move.
The sucking was gentle, and soothing. It went from sucking to licking. The licking started the fire again. Sydney’s ****y was beginning to burn with the desire she had felt earlier in the morning. Lauren licked, nibbled and sucked Sydney’s feet and legs, paying special attention to the spot right behind Syd’s knee. Lauren worked her hand ever so slowly up Syd’s leg. Out of no where, Lauren jerked Syd’s leg forward, pulling Syd, and the chair, right up to the desk with a thump. Dixon looked up, annoyed that Syd didn’t seem to be paying attention.
Lauren ran her hand up under Syd’s skirt and began caressing her thighs. Syd’s instinctive response was to move her hot moistness closer to the hand that was gently rubbing the inside of her thigh.
Lauren could see the pinkness of Syd’s slit, and Lauren un-knowingly began to rub herself. Lauren could smell Sydney’s sex and it was beautiful. Lauren snapped out of the trance she was in and remembered she had a job to do.
Lauren moved her hand directly between Syd’s legs, and felt the heat of her ****y. With the touch, Sydney began to drip desire onto Laurens hand. Sydney’s breath was coming out shorter, and she had to bite down on her lower lip and squeeze her eye’s shut to stop the moan that was coming from deep within.
Dixon babbled on and on about nothing.
All at once, and not with any real amount of gentleness, Lauren inserted two fingers deep inside of Sydney. Sydney bolted forward not leaving her seat. This pleased Dixon because he thought she was trying to get a better look at the meaningless graph he was now going over.
Sydney tightened her grip on the fingers that had just invaded her, and started to move back and forth ever so slightly on them. Lauren would have none of that. Lauren removed her fingers, and Syd was forced to sit back down. When Syd sat back down she sat as far out on the edge of the chair as she could, and spread her legs open as far as the confines of the desk would allow, silently begging for more attention.
Lauren resumed her torment, and immediately went back to work on Sydney’s burning ****y. Her well trained fingers began to stroke the slit in an even steady rhythm. Sydney was wet, soaking wet. She could feel the wetness she was making on the chair, and it scared her. This was insane!. It had to stop. But she knew she couldn’t. Lauren’s fingers, drenched with the deluge from within, started making slow circles around Sydney’s clit. Her clit needed attention ever so bad, but Lauren’s fingers were careful to stay close, but not acknowledge the need.
Sydney leaned forward across the desk pretending to look at the reports. She crossed her arms across her chest, pretending to be in deep thought, and then to her horror started to pull on her own nipples. She didn’t know who was down there, but they would pay dearly for this.
Lauren’s hand was now working a frenzy on Sydney‘s ****y. Her fingers resumed the penetration again, only this time her thumb started in on Sydney’s pulsing clit. Sydney jolted by the electricity let out a loud cough that was used to cover the scream of pleasure that would have come.
Dixon, not stopping his meaningless ramblings, slid a glass of water towards her.
Lauren could not contain her desire any longer, and began to finger herself with her only intention of reaching orgasm. She felt free to torture Sydney, and completely stopped what she was doing with Sydney and focused completely on her soaking spot. Pushing the fingers that had just been inside Sydney now into herself, she forced herself not to utter a sound. Lauren had her hand buried between her legs, rubbing for all she was worth.
Sydney, again, wanted to cry when the fingers that were rubbing her desire abruptly stopped. Lauren was close, and Sydney gasped again when she felt her naked foot being pressed into what was most certainly a hot wet vagina. Sydney’s head was spinning, and she wondered if she was going to make it through this ordeal, without making a complete fool of herself in front of Dixon.
Sydney sensed the sooner this person came, the sooner she could also. Sydney moved her foot up and down the dampened slit, soon it was dripping wet with dew. Sydney found the small spot and began to tickle it. Faster and faster she moved her foot until Lauren stopped it. Lauren wrapped her legs around Sydney’s bare leg and began to slowly grind her ****y on Sydney’s shin bone, Lauren was in a rhythm and was to the point of pulling Sydney out of her chair, when her passion let loose. Sydney’s now soaked leg felt the body below her shudder with orgasm. Now Sydney could only hope that her own pleasure would resume.
Sydney was relieved and surprised when moments later she felt her bottom being dragged to the very edge of the chair. She then felt, to her delight, a tongue traveling the very length of her center, and hands forcing there way under her bottom holding her firmly in place. The tongue did not stop. It continued its travels bottom to top, bottom to top. Every time the travels reached the top, she felt one long suck on her clit. Then the travels resumed the hypnotic pace. How long had this been going on? Hours? Minutes? It could have been days, time was at a stand still.
The pressure was maddening. Lauren was now dragging her teeth across her swollen nub, paralyzing Syd with passion. She was nearing the edge. How she could get away with the biggest climax of her life, which would very well happen right in front of her boss, she did not know.
Like a sneeze, it came up quick. She could feel it building. The ceaseless licking had become a targeted attack on her throbbing clit. Sydney was now humping the unknown face below her desk as hard as she felt she could get away with. With each push forward of her hips she felt the tongue move deeper. With each passionate thrust of her pelvic she also moved closer to the edge, she was now only inches from falling into the unknown.
In a flash of thought Sydney had an idea. It surprised her that she could even think. Sydney reached into her desk drawer, and felt for her cell phone.
Lauren knew what she was trying to do, and with a new sense of urgency began the assault on her clit with a new found fervor. Sydney felt one hand leave her bottom, and it was now moving in and out of her opening again. Sydney could tell, the person below was desperately trying to make her cum.
Sydney grabbed the phone and hit Dixon’s number on speed dial. Dixon looked up when he heard his ring tone from across the room.
Sydney was fighting. It was the hardest fight of her life. Seconds away was all.
Lauren was fighting too. She worked on the clit like never before, her face was covered with Sydney’s lust. She was trying to work a finger into Sydney’s other opening, knowing it would send her over the edge.
“Be right back, gotta grab this” Dixon excused himself.
Lauren had one last chance. She pushed her finger again, towards the other opening, probing it for entrance. Sydney knew this would put her down for the count too, and she did every thing she could to stop the penetration. She had to hold on until Dixon was at least ten feet from her desk.
The struggle was over. The slick finger needed little help. Sydney opened her whole self to the person below and felt the finger slide in. With her slick muscles Sydney gripped all of the fingers inside of her front and back, and then exploded in orgasm. Sydney fell over the front of her desk shaking un-controllably, hoping no one would notice. Wave after wave of pleasure gushed out of her. When she thought she had it under control, she loosened her grip to escape. In that instant of vulnerability, she felt the person below give one more demanding push, both front and back. With knowing placement of pressures at exactly the right spots deep within her body, Sydney let out a scream. The second wave had crashed in like an unannounced tidal wave, shocking Sydney, and surprising even Lauren at the fierceness of it. The whole floor stopped what they were doing, and looked towards Sydney’s desk.
Sydney fell backwards to the floor, riding out the second wave of pure ecstasy, making sure her skirt was covering herself, she squeezed her legs tightly together and held on. Looking under the desk, from her now new vantage point, she saw the blond hair first, and immediately knew it was that b**** Lauren who had done this. Sydney jumped to her feet before any of the well meaning rescuers arrived, and jokingly said she fell backwards out of her chair, which surprised no one.
Sydney pulled the chair back, their eye’s locked in equal animosity,
“You’ll pay for this dearly, b****” Sydney said.
Lauren, had failed her mission by only seconds, had Dixon’s phone rang seconds later he would have witnessed the event. She was disappointed at the timing, so close, but still failure.
“You may have won the battle love, but not the war” Lauren replied with a smile.
Round 2
Sydney had a headache. Headache, may be an understatement, her head was pounding. Sydney had requested a short 7 day leave after the fiasco (or humiliation) as she thought of it, which had happened at her desk the week before. Dixon had gladly given her the requested absence, in fact, Dixon was a bit worried about her, and thought the time off may do her some good.
Sydney was glad for the time off also. The alone moments gave her plenty of time to try and get herself together. The thoughts, the endless barrage of conflicting thoughts had invaded her every waking moment. Oh how she despised Lauren. Lauren did not deserve Vaughn. To Sydney, Lauren was pure evil. After what she had put her through last week she would never forgive her. Sydney refused to think about the details of last week. Sydney had never been one to live a promiscuous lifestyle, and she would have never considered being with a woman. Lauren had done the un-thinkable in Sydney’s mind.
What she had felt at the desk was the most extreme passion she had felt in her whole life. Sydney was surprised that passion even came in a dose like that, it was life changing, a new discovery, and this is what she was struggling to put out of her mind. Sydney had thought of her options over the last week. She would not seek payback. Sydney had decided to just put it all behind her. She would not sink to Lauren’s level. She was above Lauren’s ways.
Sydney’s real reason for putting it behind her was a very simple one. Every time she thought of Lauren, she thought of Vaughn. At least that was what she was telling herself. Sydney’s life with Vaughn had been a simple life filled with peace and true love. Oh how she missed their time together. Even the simple time spent in silence together, but together none the less.
Sydney knew she must try and drive the hopeless situation from her mind.
Lauren and Vaughn are married and I am alone, she thought to her self in sadness.
Sydney swallowed four Advil’s and made up her mind not think about Vaughn or Lauren’s relationship, and to just get on with life.
Surely there is someone else in this world that I could be happy with, she smiled to herself.
Thinking thoughts like this gave her hope. Hope is what she needed, and with that she felt her headache begin to lift.
Sydney walked to her bathroom and turned on her shower. She was already running late for her first day back at work, and would have to hurry, and hope to catch some breaks in traffic this morning.
Sydney unconsciously dressed very conservatively for her first day back at the office. She expected to feel very awkward, but everyone welcomed her back with open arms, everyone but Marshal who continued to stay hidden in his office. Sydney reflected on her actions with Marshal last week. Sydney, under normal situations, would have never done something like that with a co worker, especially Marshal, but nothing was normal that day. Sydney dreaded it, but knew she had to give him some sort of explanation for her doings.
Sydney spent the morning catching up on the paperwork that had flooded her vacant desk over the last week of her absence. Sydney could not help thinking of the events of the prior week when sitting in the very spot the insanity had taken place. Sydney forced the intruding thoughts away and continued with her duties.
Sydney worked steadily through the morning with mixed emotions. Vaughn had stopped by her desk, as he always did, for some quick chit-chat. They still shared an emotional connection, even with the long passage of time, which had separated them.
Sydney stopped the thought suddenly.
No! We do not share just a connection; we share a bond, a deep bond that should have never been broken. Sydney thought.
Oh how she needed him back in her life. He was her hope, her reason for being. She would do anything to get Vaughn and the lost years back. Sydney found herself lost in thought. She fantasized about the two of them just leaving. Getting out. Escaping. Leaving after work, or leaving right now for that matter. To the airport, a flight to anywhere. Just away. Together. Forever.
Sydney was lost deep in thought. She was in the good place again, just her and Vaughn together again. Sun…. Blue Sky……. Flowers….. Rolling hills……. The beautiful thoughts and visions just kept flooding her mind.
Sydney was suddenly jolted out of her pleasant dreams.
Sydney looked up from her abandoned work. Standing in front of her desk was Lauren.
Lauren, without an invitation, sat down at Sydney’s desk.
“Thinking about me, were you love?” Lauren asked.
Sydney quickly looked around, making sure no one was within ear shot.
“You listen to me now, and you hear me good. What you did last week was simply unspeakable. I will never, and I mean never, tolerate that sort of behavior!” Sydney whispered harshly across the desk.
“Oh but Sydney, what a wild young lady you are. I would have never have guessed.” Lauren replied with a smile.
“I don’t care what you think. I should go tell Michael what you did. It would be interesting to see how quick he’d drop you if he knew the truth about you.” Sydney replied.
“Oh yes, please go tell Sydney my dear. I’m sure my Michael would believe your little story that I drove you to orgasm under your desk.” Let’s both go and tell our little secret now.” Lauren said standing up.
Lauren was in complete control, again, just like under the desk… Sydney thought.
Sydney stayed seated. She was at a loss for words.
“I thought so, what a silly idea.” Lauren said with a giggle.
Lauren leaned forward across Sydney’s desk. Sydney could not help notice Lauren’s breasts. Sydney could see one of Lauren’s hard nipples pressing against the soft fabric of her brassiere.
“Sydney my dear, I know you want my Michael, but you can’t have him, he’s mine.”
Lauren leaned in even closer to Sydney. Lauren’s lips were pressed softly to her ear.
“I will let you in on a little secret though. By the end of the month you will want me more than you ever wanted my Michael.”
Sydney’s face turned red with embarrassment, and anger, at the statement.
Lauren’s lips whispered in Sydney’s ear again. Sydney had to lean into the sound, it was spoken so softly….. “If you check, I bet you’ll find your self just a tad bit moist right now.”
Without another word Lauren walked away from the desk as suddenly as she had appeared. Sydney didn’t have to check herself. She knew. She could feel the moistness between her legs, and she knew it had started when Lauren first appeared at the desk.
Sydney’s fury was rising. She hated Lauren. Oh how she hated her. Hated her for what she had done to her under the desk last week. Hated her for taking her Michael. And hated her for what she was doing to her right now.
Round 3
Sydney had been awake for hours. She looked over at her alarm clock on the nightstand for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last hour and a half. Her thoughts kept slipping back to Lauren and her prediction earlier that day. Sydney had to admit to herself, as much as she hated to, that she did feel a desire growing. A desire for what, she didn’t know. She was scared to even entertain the thoughts that would flash unannounced into her mind at the oddest times, day and night.
Sleep was impossible for her that night. Sydney had torn her covers apart, and had made a general mess of the sheets with her incessant tossing and turning. She rolled over and looked at the clock again. The clock shined its bright 2:37 display back at her. She needed sleep.
Sydney had tried all of the standard tricks to use when one could not find sleep. Sydney then remembered an old Cosmo article she had read at her Doctors office, waiting for a routine check-up. The article had suggested a warm glass of milk, or masturbation as the cure for those sleepless nights.
Sydney knew she didn’t want to go down stairs to the kitchen, besides she hadn’t had milk in the house for months.
Sydney’s hands went under her tank top to her breasts. She was slow about her movements, hoping the gentle caresses would some how magically put her to sleep. She did not touch her hardening nipples, she chose to just push her two breasts together, massaging, and kneading them with her soft hands.
“Mmmmmm” Sydney moaned to her empty room.
How good it felt to explore her body.
Sydney sat up to remove her tank top, and panties.
She lay back down and resumed the activities on her breasts. Her nipples had now hardened to sharp, pointed peeks. Her fingers chose to just brush the protruding points, just as her Michael had so long ago. Thinking of her Michael, she slid her right hand down the length of her outer thigh, again with the soft moan. Sydney cupped her hand over herself and pushed her lower body into it.
She did not find the wetness that she was expecting. She brought her hand to her mouth for the much needed lubricant, and started again. Thinking only of Michael, she tried to arouse herself with the motions that she had practiced many times before. To her dismay, Sydney could not bring herself to the excitement that had usually come so easy to her.
“This was not working“ Sydney sighed in disappointment.
She rolled over again and looked at the clock. The clock now read 3:15. She had to find sleep.
Sydney shifted around some more, as she had since climbing into bed earlier in the night. Her thoughts again went to Michael, and the silly way he had been so excited over the office Sports pool he had won.
Suddenly her thoughts shifted from her beloved. He was all of a sudden gone from her mind, and “she” was now there. Sydney squeezed her eye’s close, and tried her hardest to bring him back to her mind. She could not.
Sydney’s mind drifted to Lauren’s legs. She hated to admit it to herself, but they had looked fantastic today at the office. She thought of Laurens nipple, hidden from her view, but its outline there, straining against the fabric of her bra. Unconsciously, Sydney’s hand went to her vagina. As before, Sydney cupped her palm to herself, and pushed back. To her surprise, Sydney found herself soaking wet. She applied more pressure to her self, and two of her fingers slid into her channel with no effort at all.
Sydney squeezed her legs around her hand as tight as she could and let out groan of pleasure. She then opened her legs wide. With the ease that the first two fingers had found, she inserted another finger into herself. Her free hand had already found her breasts. Her hand brought her breast to her mouth. Sydney could not suck her stiff nipples comfortably, so she fiercely licked, and teased the heated tips. This new stimulation drove electric bolts of pleasure to her wet center. Sydney’s hand pushed hard inside of herself. As she pushed, she also pressed the inside of her wet wrist against her throbbing clit. Her clit responded sooner than she had expected. With the one rub over her clit, she gushed in heated orgasm.
Sydney shuddered in the aftermath, holding her hand in place with her legs. She looked at the clock again. The clock read 3:25. She wondered how she could break this spell Lauren had suddenly put on her, and with that she fell into the deep sleep she had strived for all night.
****
Sydney had only slept two hours, but she arrived to work in her black skirt, and white blouse, feeling like she had slept a full night. Sydney went through the security check points with no delays. She was worried, she had no idea how she would react when she saw Lauren. She calmed herself as well as she could, and decided to try and not be so cold to her. It seemed that the cooler she was to Lauren, the more it drove Lauren on, and Sydney just wanted to get back to the way things had been.
Sydney passed through the last check point and arrived on her floor exactly on time. She checked her day planner to see what time the meeting was. The meeting was scheduled for 11:00 a.m. Sydney dreaded the meeting. Twice a year the crew gathered together for the Departmental budget meeting. The meeting would be slow, boring, and a total waste of time. The bean counters, would stand at the podium and chastise them for their spending habits while in the field. Threats of cut backs would be the word of the day she was sure.
Sydney walked into the office, and ran right into Lauren. With the contact Sydney dropped the files she was carrying to the floor. Normally Lauren would not have lifted a finger to help Sydney, but today she quickly bent down to help pick up the scattered files. When Lauren bent over, Sydney could not help herself, and she stole a look at the blonde’s beautiful cleavage.
“Did you dream about me last night?” Lauren asked.
Sydney’s cheeks turned slightly red.
“Nope, slept like a baby all night.” Sydney lied.
“For some reason I don’t believe you” Lauren whispered.
Flustered, Sydney scooped the last file off the floor, and went to her desk. She felt a little dizzy. It seemed every time she saw Lauren she became a bit dizzy.
Sydney checked her watch, and busied herself with her normal duties until it was time to go to the dreaded meeting. Time dragged on, as she knew it would in the meeting. When it was a quarter till eleven she figured she’d head downstairs to the conference room.
She walked into the room, and to her surprise and embarrassment, the room was full.
Everyone noticed the late arrival.
“Glad you could make it Agent Bristow.” Dixon said from the front of the room.
“I thought it started at 11:00, that’s what was in my day-planer” Sydney questioned.
“Nope, 10:00 sharp, find a seat please.” Dixon replied.
Sydney scanned the room for a free seat at one of the tables. She saw a lone seat at the back of the room, and then quickly looked again for another one.
“Sydney, take a seat please.” Dixon told her again.
Reluctantly, Sydney made her way to the one empty seat at the table in the back of the room. With cheeks glowing red, Sydney took her seat, right next to Lauren.
Sydney took her day planner out and studied it closely.
“Thought you’d never make it.” Lauren said.
As she studied the day planner closer, Sydney noticed the time for the meeting was slightly smudged, almost as if some one had erased it, she thought.
Sydney scanned the room from her seat in the back. She felt trapped. There were at least fifty people in the conference room with their backs to her, listening to the drone of the speaker. How had she got herself into this mess, again, she didn’t know.
Sydney pulled her notebook out and placed it on the table in front of her. Her mouth had suddenly turned dry, and she desperately needed a drink of water.
Lauren, as if reading her mind, slid her own bottle of water in front of Sydney, making her face flush even more.
To Sydney’s relief, Lauren’s eye’s remained straight forward as she listened to the speaker do his thing. Sydney took this time to relax a little. Maybe this would be OK, she thought to herself. Sydney took a long drink of water, leaned back, and took her first breath in peace, since sitting down. Her mind was steady again, she smelled flowers, lilacs to be exact. Blinking her eyes quickly, she realized it was Lauren she was smelling.
Sydney felt a spark. Small it was, but it was there, and she was aware of it. Sydney shifted in her seat, and forced her mind to pay attention to the speaker’s ramblings. Unfortunately, after only seconds, her mind would drift back to “her”.
The spark had turned to a flame. The flame was small, but it was larger than the spark that had began it all, and it was burning. Heat is the only way she could think of it. A hot itch may have been a better description. The more she thought about it, the hotter the fire became. She wanted to touch herself, needed the touch . Even just to hold her hand over her mound and try to smother the fire. Yes, that was it, just put the fire out with her hand.
“What has she done to me?” Sydney thought to herself.
She hated this, but at the same time desperately needed it.
Sydney shifted in her seat again, hoping not to draw the attention of Lauren.
Sydney again settled herself silently, and then noticed moistness on her inner thigh. She slowly reached down to wipe it away, praying not to draw attention from Lauren, when Lauren leaned in and whispered into her ear…
“I can smell you, my love.”
Sydney’s heart exploded. Her palms turned moist, and a single bead of sweat broke out on her brow. Lauren silently took a finger and removed the lone drop from Sydney’s brow. Sydney squirmed again as she watched the drop of sweat disappear into Lauren’s mouth.
The flame turned to fire.
Sydney desperately wanted escape, but as before, she found herself riveted to her chair. She could feel the front of her panties, and they were sopping wet. At least I have panties on this time…. She thought.
The speaker at the front of the room was making his closing pleas from the front of the room, for everyone to control their spending when out in the field.
“Well we have one more segment left for the day, should we plug on through, or take a lunch break?” He asked.
Sydney felt a flood of relief wash over her body.
“LUNCH!!!”, she screamed in her mind.
“Let’s take a vote, all in favor of taking lunch raise their hands.” He said.
Sydney again felt alone when she looked around the room, hers was the only hand up, and to her horror, her nipples had hardened against the sheer fabric of her blouse for all to see.
“Well that settles it, let’s plug on through lunch. For the last segment we will be studying spending graphs on the overhead, I want you to all stay awake…….
“Lights Please.”
The lights went off, and Sydney shut her eyes.
“You can just get up and leave.” she thought.
But her lust kept her welded to the seat, along with the hand, Laurens hand, that had just been placed on her leg.
Sydney quickly squeezed her legs together in a very lame attempt to shoo Lauren away.
Lauren leaned over and bit Sydney’s earlobe hard, then just as quickly sucked it into her mouth to sooth the pain.
“Do you really thing you can stop this?” Lauren cooed.
Sydney again opened her legs.
“I didn’t think so.” Lauren giggled.
Without wasting any time, Lauren reached under the table and pulled Sydney’s skirt up around her waist. Sydney’s next thought was that her ****y felt like it was ablaze. Laurens pressed her palm to the front of Sydney’s panties, and began messaging the sweet delight through the thin materiel. Against her will, Sydney leaned back in her chair, and let out the softest moan of pleasure. She continued the rub softly and slowly, almost lovingly. She pleasured Sydney’s desire with simple motions, motions that were designed to bring rapture.
At that point, Lauren knew that she had Sydney under her spell. Sydney had now lifted herself from her seat ever so slightly. She was meeting Laurens motions, with her own. Sydney was rotating her hips against Laurens hand. f***ing the hand, with swollen lips that were still hidden behind the panties. Lauren turned up the heat and began pulling at her ****y gently, but with enough force that Sydney knocked the water bottle to the floor in response. The wetness, and messaging had driven the panties into her center, and Sydney could now feel her clit protruding against the stretched fabric of her panties. Lauren could feel it too, because she had started to rub the small nub in soft circles.
“These have got to go.” Lauren whispered.
Sydney obeyed without thinking. She removed her panties as ordered, and slipped the drenched wad into here purse. She looked around the room at the back of everyone’s heads. No one was paying attention to them.
Sydney put her hand into Lauren’s lap, and reached for her tightness. Through the fabric of Lauren’s pant suit, she felt the ocean. Sydney forgetting for a second about her own desire, stroked the outline of Lauren’s vagina. Time stopped. Sydney ran her hand over the form. It was two small hills that fell into a valley. The valley was flooding, it was easy to tell. The outline was perfect in her mind, and it only added more fuel to the raging fire. Sydney was lost as she continued tracing the outline of Lauren’s self. She could have sat there forever just rubbing and pushing at the soft bulge behind the pant suit. Oh, how she wished she could study it closer and free from clothes. She pictured herself exploring the folds and valleys with her tongue, dipping and probing the length.
Sydney was awakened from her short dream. Lauren had reached inside Sydney’s blouse, and pulled one of her breasts out of her bra. Sydney had to then place her elbows down on the table. She did not want anyone to see her sitting there with Lauren’s hand up her shirt. Out of the question.
Lauren responded with a quick tug of the hardened nipple. She pulled on the nipple hard. It hurt Sydney, but not enough for her to pull away, she pushed her chest back into the hand. The pulling now turned into a light steady, rolling pinch. First one side then the other. The teasing only made her hotter.
Lauren leaned over into Sydney’s ear.
“Please darling, stop touching me. Our time together will come shortly, when you least expect it.” Lauren whispered.
“When I least expect it, what could she mean, this is about as unexpected as it could be?” Sydney thought to herself.
Lauren had worked her fingers into the promise land and was grinding them as deep as she could. Her penetrations were limited to Sydney’s current position, so Lauren told her softly, to sit back.
Sydney could only do as directed, and she only hoped that Lauren would leave her ass alone, but Sydney knew she would allow her anything. With the new shift of position Lauren was able to gain access to Sydney’s deepest parts. She continued to stoke the fire, with the steady thrusting of her three middle fingers. In and out was now the word for the day. The steady onslaught was madding. With every thrust of the hand, Sydney would thrust herself back at the hand. It was a crazy duel. Her clit was throbbing, there was a new pressure now. Lauren began pulling at Sydney’s clit with long strokes, occasionally pushing her fingers back inside the well for more moisture. Over and over this continued, until she could take no more. Sydney clamped her legs shut in protest, but then just as quickly opened them for more. She knew what was coming, and she knew she couldn’t hold back. Sydney began to shake in her seat. The waves were coming. As she had expected, all of her openings were now full, and she was at an angle that would have had her on the floor, except her strong legs were pushing back at the thrusts.
The explosion came, and it came hard. Lauren had stopped her thrusts, and had simply left her fingers buried deep inside. Lauren began squeezing her hand together softly, pulling her fingers out and slowly pushing them back in. She only had to repeat this process three times before she felt all of her muscles clamp down on her hand. Sydney’s body held onto the hand as hard as it could. Wave after wave of pure pleasure spilled from deep within. Lauren had let go of Sydney, and with that, Sydney melted to the floor.
Sydney had no strength, but she knew she had to get off of the floor. She could taste just a small bit of blood coming from her lip. She had been forced to bite down on her lip to hold back the sounds of her pleasure. She climbed up the chair with her only strength remaining. She was a wreck. Her bra was not were it should be, she was wearing no panties -again- and her hair was a mess. As she positioned the bra back on herself, the lights went on. The meeting was over.
Sydney quickly wiped her lower lip and put on the best smile she could muster. She also noticed she was sitting alone. Lauren had left.
The crowd filed by Sydney towards the exit. She was getting some strange looks as they passed by her.
“Have a nice nap Sydney?” Dixon asked with sarcasm. “You know I expect better of you than this.”
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.” Sydney explained.
Dixon walked out without a response.
Sydney looked at the day planner opened in front of her.
There was a hand written note across the pages.
“See you again soon.” were the words written.
Sydney could only rest her head in her hands, alone at the table.
aranoid: good S/L.....
