by Kylie Parker
“We’re not at the office,” Chris murmured into her ear. His hands moved lower, and she felt him flicking at the zipper of her dress.
Stephanie’s breath came in short gasps as her body’s excitement and arousal reached new heights. She shook violently, and her fists were balled up in his comforter. She couldn’t decide if she should run out of the room, or turn around and pounce on him. Her core ached, and she rubbed her thighs together to alleviate the pressure between her legs. She released a frustrated, conflicted moan as Chris slowly bent to place a kiss on her shoulder.
“Just relax, Stephanie,” he urged her. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. All you have to do is ask me to stop, and I will.”
Stephanie shuddered. The ball was in her court. She believed him when he said he would stop. But she worried that she wouldn’t be able to ask it of him once he got started. At any rate, she felt his hands moving slowly from her back to gently stroke at her ribs, and she shivered violently.
Stephanie allowed him to move her to lean back against him as his hands gently traveled over the slight expanse of her stomach. She panted and squirmed a little as she felt his touch through the material of her dress. She released a soft moan as one of his hands moved to gently caress her breast.
“Shh,” he soothed her, even as his hand moved lower to her thigh, and begin to work her dress up to pool at her hips.
Chapter Seven
Stephanie bit her lip and arched her back up into his touch as his hand moved to her other breast and began to alternate between the two. He was creating a thick haze of pleasure with his touch, and yet only increasing her arousal with his gentle strokes. Her mind was torn from the pleasure at her breasts when he began to lightly stroke the inside of her thigh.
Stephanie whimpered and began to gently flex her hips. She could feel wetness soaking her lacy panties, and she ached for his touch at her most sensitive area. Chris moved his hand from her breasts to wrap his arm about her waist and hold her still. He pressed his lips against the side of her neck in a gentle kiss even as he ran his fingertips over her dripping slit through her wet panties.
Stephanie’s head felt back against him as she released a breathless moan. She gripped his thighs, which were stretched out on either side of her, and arched her back as best she could within the confines of his hold over her. He made soft stroking motions against her sex, somehow teasing her and bringing her intense pleasure at the same time.
“Oh, please…” Stephanie whimpered as a tear fell down her cheek. She shivered as Chris collected it with his lips as he brushed a kiss on her cheek.
“Shh, you’re alright,” he soothed her, and then pressed two of his fingers harder against her clit through her panties, moving them in a slow, languid circle.
Stephanie gasped and tried to move her hips against his slow rhythm. She felt her muscles begin to twitch and spasm as he picked dup his tempo. She panted as he worked her up closer and closer to her edge, and she curled her toes as she felt her climax become inevitable.
“Chris…” Stephanie breathed out as her body tightened, shaking uncontrollably.
“Come for me Stephanie,” Chris whispered his command firmly into her ear and pressed down hard against her sensitive nub.
With that, Stephanie came undone, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body jerked with her orgasm, her inner muscles clamping, and fluttering. Chris continued to gently massage her clitoris as she came, gently bringing her down from her peak.
When she had settled, she took in several shaking breaths, her body whirring from the intensity of what she had just experienced. Chris slipped out from behind her and gently guided her to lie down on his bed, then slipped off her shoes. She watched as he arranged his comforter to cover her where she laid. Suddenly, wrapped in warmth and sexually satisfied, she was finding it hard to stay awake.
Chris looked down at her with a soft smile and stroked the top of her head.
“Goodnight, Stephanie,” he said softly, his voice sending a wave of warmth washing over her.
A small smile formed over her features, and his face was the last things she saw before her eyelids drooped closed and she fell into a contented sleep.
Chapter Eight
Stephanie’s eyes blinked several times as she awoke. Her head felt fuzzy, and she squinted as she struggled to identify her surroundings. She began to recall bits and pieces of the previous night, and she felt a sickness bloom in her stomach as she recalled her activities with Chris. She blushed as she realized that she was still curled up in his bed. She felt a flutter in her stomach as she wondered if he had slept at her side…
Stephanie stayed still for a moment before she eventually decided that she needed to get up. She groaned as a dull pain made itself known in her head, and she put her hand on her slightly throbbing skull. She glanced to the side of the bed and was pleasantly surprised to find a glass of water and bottle of ibuprofen on the night stand.
She opened the brand new bottle of pills and took four, just to be sure to really kill the headache before it had a chance to persist. Then, she downed the glass of water. No sooner had she finished that glass did she realize that her bladder was full. So, she rose from the bed and made her way to the beautiful bathroom.
She finished up her business and washed her hands, taking in the wonderful scent of the hand soap which made her hands feel incredibly soft, unlike most soaps which only served to dry them out. Then, she looked at herself in the mirror, scowling at her disheveled appearance. She wished vaguely that she had a pair of clothes with her, and that she could change out of her slept-in dress. Then again, she was going to go straight home anyway, and she could change there.
Stephanie let her hair down from all its various pins and then ran her hand through it, making sure that it looked at least moderately decent. She smoothed her palms over her dress. She still looked a mess, but she supposed there was not much else she could do about her appearance. With a sigh, she turned to leave, only to jump in alarm as she saw Chris standing in the doorway as soon as she opened the door.
“Good morning,” he smiled down at her.
“Good morning,” she said reflexively.
“I trust you slept well?” he asked, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Um, yes,” Stephanie murmured. “Look about last night…”
“Stephanie,” Chris stopped her, his voice firm. “You don’t have to say anything.”
Stephanie looked down at the floor between her feet.
“I hope you don’t feel that what we shared together was inappropriate,” he said softly. “And I’m sorry if you feel I took advantage of you. You are a very attractive woman, and I find myself having a hard time resisting you.”
Stephanie laughed and shook her head.
“I think we both just had a little too much to drink last night,” she said looking up at him, only to blush at his serious expression.
“I think you did,” he said, agreeing with her partially. “But I didn’t.”
Stephanie felt a jolt of excitement in her stomach at his words. It was all she could do not to squirm under his gaze.
“I don’t regret what we did together,” he said. “But I want to know how you feel about it. If you feel that you were violated, I want you to know that I am sincerely sorry and that I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.”
Stephanie was taken aback by the sincerity of his words.
“I…” she murmured, somewhat embarrassed. “That won’t be necessary.”
“I’m serious,” he said firmly. “I know I should never have taken advantage of you in your inebriated state.”
“You weren’t taking advantage of me,” Stephanie softly reminded him. “I… I wanted you.”
She saw him visibly relax, and the worry in his eyes abated.
“I would never want to do anything that would cause you to lose your trust in me,” Chris said, his voice quiet.
“Well, you didn’t,” S
tephanie said, giving him a smile and a very simple pat on the shoulder, wishing for the most part that this awkward conversation was over.
“I’m glad we sorted that out,” Chris said, giving her a playful smile. “Now, how about some breakfast?”
“Oh, I think I really should be heading home,” Stephanie shook her head and moved over to the end of the bed where her heels had been placed.
“What’s the rush?” Chris shrugged over at her. “Come on; it’s the least I can do after you arranged such a spectacular party for me.”
“That’s my job,” Stephanie protested.
“Well, don’t all jobs come with a few perks?” Chris flicked his eyebrows. “Come on; I actually made it myself.”
Stephanie sighed. She knew that this was not an incredibly good idea, but she had to admit that she was quite hungry, and he seemed intent on having her stay.
“Alright,” she agreed.
“Excellent!” Chris clapped his hands together. “to the kitchen.”
Stephanie rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but catch some of his enthusiasm. Her eagerness only increased as she followed him, and the rich aromas of breakfast food and coffee filled her nostrils. She gasped as she rounded the corner into the large kitchen, and an array of food was laid out on the island.
“Eat as much as you want,” Chris encouraged her.
Stephanie didn’t know where to begin. There were all manner of juices for her to choose from, as well as coffee. Then there were eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits, as well as hash-browns. Then, there were waffles and pancakes by the stack. She couldn’t help but look over at Chris as though he had lost his mind.
“I don’t get to have company very often,” he said with a shrug and a lopsided smile. “Please, eat!”
Stephanie blinked and shook her head before finally complying. She piled her plate with the delicious food and then moved over to the large table in the dining room. She took her first few bites of food just as Chris sat down in front of her. Each item was delicious, and she looked up at Chris in amazement as he sat down in front of her.
“This is incredible,” she said, her mouth still partially full, and Chris smiled broadly.
“Thank you,” he said, taking a bite from his own plate.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?” Stephanie pressed, still in disbelief that he had actually done any of this by himself, much less all of it.
“Well, when you live on your own, you generally pick up a few skills,” he said with a chuckle. Stephanie shrugged and helped herself to some more of the food she had gotten for herself.
As she ate, Stephanie looked up and around the house. If she hadn’t known any better, she would never have guessed that just the previous night, this place would have been the home of a very lively party.
“I guess the cleanup crew came early,” Stephanie noted with a sigh. “I really should have been there to help out.”
“I think we can all agree that you have already done more than enough work on this whole event,” Chris said, looking down at her. “The party was a wild success. People will be talking about it for years. Some of them haven’t had such a good time since college.”
“We’ll, I’m definitely glad they had a good time,” Stephanie smiled as she took a sip of her coffee.
“That’s definitely an understatement,” Chris scoffed, shaking his head.
Stephanie merely looked down at her food and picked up selections of it with her fork. She felt herself growing full and couldn’t help but feel a little sad that she couldn’t partake of more of the delicious meal in front of her. At last, she had eaten more than was even remotely reasonable, and she sat back in her chair with a sigh.
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“Thank you,” she said. “That really was amazing.”
“I’m certainly glad you enjoyed it,” Chris said, moving to stand from his seat at the table.
Chris gathered up both of their plates and moved toward the sink in the kitchen. Stephanie stood and followed him. She held her cup of coffee in her hand as she watched him move to wash the dishes. For the first time, Stephanie really got a good look at him.
He wore a white t-shirt that clung tightly to his muscular frame, and she could see every one of his muscles ripple as he washed their dishes. His blonde hair was not combed and had no gel in it, and it fell into his face a bit as he leaned over the sink. He wore a pair of light wash jeans and some worn brown loafers. She could smell his spicy, masculine scent wafting off of him.
Stephanie could not help that her mind wandered back to the previous night. She relived the sensation of being held in his arms. She shivered as she remembered the feeling of his fingers brushing against her sex, and she bit her lip at the thought. She couldn’t help but rub her legs together under her slept-in dress. She saw Chris turn to look at her, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice carrying his concern.
“I really need to get back home,” Stephanie said in a rush, putting down her coffee cup on the island behind her. She quickly moved to the other side of the island, desperate to distance herself from the man she was so attracted to.
“Oh, okay,” Chris blinked as he saw the haste with which she moved. “Well, thank you for having breakfast with me.”
“Thanks for having me,” Stephanie said in a rush.
“You know, there’s really no rush,” he said, his voice seeming a little putout.
“Oh, no, no rush,” Stephanie shook her head, a flush creeping over her skin as she worked to cover up the real reason for her exit. “It’s just, these clothes, and I need to shower…”
“Okay, okay,” Chris held up his hands in surrender. “I get it; you need to go home.”
“Yeah,” Stephanie said, mostly in order to convince herself as she looked over at the teasing smile on Chris’s face.
“Well, I’ll see you in the office then,” Chris said to her, leaning back on the counter behind him, and crossing his muscular arms over his chest. Stephanie felt her stomach clench at the memory of those very arms wrapped around her body as he tormented her with pleasure.
“See you in the office,” she blurted out in a rush of air, and then quickly turned and left through the door to the garage.
Stephanie’s hands shook, and she nearly dropped her keys as she tried to get into her car. Once the door was finally open, she hastily got into the car and waited for the garage door to fully slide open before she proceeded to back out of the garage, and then proceed down the long driveway.
Stephanie only breathed a sigh of relief when she was on the highway back into the city. She felt some relief that she was not in such close proximity to her incredibly attractive boss, but her body still tingled with small traces of need, to the point that it was distracting. She couldn’t fight the deep ache that had built up in her stomach or the throb that was building up between her legs.
Stephanie fidgeted and twisted in her seat as she drove, gripping the steering wheel hard. She frowned in frustration as her body ached for something that she knew was absolutely wrong. Still, every time she remembered the hard look in Chris’s blue eyes, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out her need.
Finally, Stephanie arrived at her apartment building, and she easily drove into her parking garage. Once parked, she immediately got out of her car and made for the entrance to the building. It did not take her long to get in the elevator and arrive at her floor, and then gain access to her small home.
Once inside, Stephanie locked the door behind her and carelessly tossed her clutch onto her small couch, and then moved into her room. She easily slipped out of her dress and tossed it over a small chair in her room. She then discarded her bra and her panties, then kicked off her heels.
Finally completely naked, Stephanie could clearly see the effects of her arousal on her entire body. Her nipples stood out achingly hard, and a full, dark blush had spread over her skin. She could feel her clit swelling and throbbing, and
even the slight brush of the air against the aching nub was enough to make her knees weak. Stephanie could feel her whole body begin to tremble, and she drew in a shaking breath, in awe at just how excited she was without even a word or a touch.
Stephanie lifted her hands and gently cupped her breasts, sighing as she took up their weight in the palms of her hand. She moaned softly and shuddered as she tweaked at her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. What had been a gentle throb before transformed into an insistent pounding of the blood in her veins, centered on the sensitivity between her legs.
With a shuddering breath, Stephanie moved to lay down on her bed. She ran her palms up and down her stomach and her ribs, delighting in the way her arousal began to slowly swell and swirl in her whole body. She gently focused on her breasts again and moaned softly as she flicked over them, and then rolled them between her fingers.
Stephanie could not help but imagine how it would feel to have Chris’s mouth on her sensitive breasts. She imagined his tongue lavishing over them, and then his teeth gently nibbling at them. She imagined him pinching them hard between his thumb and forefinger and twisting them hard enough to make her cry out.
Stephanie recreated her imaginings with her own touch, and she whimpered as she tormented herself. After she had abused her breasts, she began to slide her hands down her body, gently tracing small circles over her stomach before finally reaching her sensitive mound.
Stephanie raised her knees, placing the bottoms of her feet against the top of the bed, baring her sex and allowing her access to her needy core. She teased at her own folds, just as she longed for Chris to do. She lingered at the tops of her thighs, and gently ran her thumbs and fingers against her outer folds, never really granting herself the touches that she truly and deeply craved.
When she had finally reduced herself to a shaking, moaning mess, she slid a finger through the wetness that had accumulated at her slit, and then dragged her juices up to her clit, and gently swirled around it with the tip of her middle finger.
