TITLE    : This Way
STORYID  : this-way
SUMMARY  : Lawyer &secretary get together after a firm party.
AUTHOR   : blueboar@lit
DATE     : 2001-04-04
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |none|


"This way."



She stepped out of the elevator, following me. We held hands. She stopped. She released my hand.



"Where are we going?" she asked, laughing, a little drunk.



I took her hand, gently pulling her behind me through the dark hallway of the old, elegant hotel. She resisted slightly but followed. Now in the quiet of the hallway, my ears were still ringing from the loud music at the bar we'd just left on the top floor of the hotel. The five or six beers I'd had during the evening left me slightly light-headed, and I felt good. We were walking through the conference floor of the hotel. It was empty, past mid-night. I stopped at the doorway of one of the conference rooms and peered in. It was empty, of course.



"In here."



She held her place and I let go of her hand.



I smiled. 



"Let's sit down," I said, motioning to the antique couch at the end of the room. She shook her head. I turned from her, and walked to the couch and sat down. The room was dark, except for the soft street lights coming through the tall windows. It was snowing outside. The first snow of the year, huge flakes dropping. 



I saw her still standing at the door-way, her head tilted to one side, wondering what to do.



She was new to the firm, maybe only four or five months now as a secretary. Lawyers were not supposed to socialize with the staff, so nothing had transpired between us, except a few flirtations at work. Beginning with small talk and silly jokes, a few weeks ago she'd dared to send me a dirty e- mail or two and we had laughed about it earlier at the bar, while dancing. With lots of others, we'd gone to the bar to finish off the firm's Christmas party with a couple of more drinks and dancing. While dancing, she and I exchanged a couple of quick grabs and tickles, and she had whispered to me, "You're such a tease." 



I'd been planning to go home shortly, but to get her reaction, I'd grabbed her waist and tightly pulled her to me, pressing into her tight abdomen. I could feel her body tense, in surprise, against my hard cock, and she squirmed free after she got her breath back.



I'd smiled at her and walked out of the bar and waited to see whether she would follow. She had, somewhat embarrassed, and now we were in the empty room, me seated, her standing at the doorway, as I waited to see whether she would come join me.



She began to walk towards me, slowly, and I marveled at her simple beauty. In her early twenties, about fifteen years my junior, she had probably graduated from high school and maybe finished a year or two ago at some technical college before starting as a secretary at some smaller personal injury place. From there, answering some ad, all excited, she'd joined large corporate firm. 



It all showed. She was proud to work at the larger, more established place. Her hair wasn't big like in some rock video, but certainly not cut like most of the professional women at work or my wife's. Her skirt, of course, was a bit too short and her blouse a little too tight.



It killed me how stunningly attractive lower-class girls ended up the way they did. Her husband (I had seen a wedding picture of the brute by her computer at her station) was typical, a mustache, long hair in the back and a dumb grin to show off all his teeth. The guy, no doubt, thought he was a big, rugged stud and probably got some on the side at the local bar where he played pool. No doubt, he was a machinist or fire fighter or county sheriff or something awful like that. It was always that way.



And these beautiful girls, who under different circumstances could be prized concubines to kings, wound up with them, these slobs, who laughed too much, drank too much and knew little about anything except the score of last weekend's football game.



You just knew how it would turn out. This lovely creature walking to me, inevitably, in a year or two would get pregnant (the first of several) and then continue with her tedious, dreadful life with that boob. Tonight, without question, the brute was out with his drinking buddies picking up tramps with tattoos and four kids from three guys at home. And in his obscene rutting into her he would think himself special, a great lover, while all the time he could be feasting on this marvelous angel.



It would be a pleasure showing her a bit of fun to look back on, to remember as things moved downward in her life. She could say she'd conquered a high-powered corporate attorney once when she was younger.



She laughed as she sat down next to me. Without questions, she was lovely, so healthy, fresh and innocent. She was medium height, and her legs looked firm in her white stockings. Her hair was brown and although it was dark, I thought her eyes were light-colored. From our dancing, I knew that she had a terrific body, with a nice, high rump of an ass and soft round breasts. She was smiling at me, and I thought lewdly whether the lips of her cunt were as full, glistening and red, as those on her mouth.



"I'm married, you know," she said.



"So am I," I said, smiling, and I reached over and took her resting hand from her lap. Her hand was warm, with the slightest hint of perspiration. I leaned forward and kissed her softly. She returned the kiss, and I was surprised that her breath was so sweet. I had expected alcohol. She leaned away from me.



"One little kiss and that's all, okay?"



I nodded and kissed her again, this time a little more firmly. I opened her mouth with mine and gently prodded my tongue into it. I could feel her hesitate for just a second and then her soft mouth opened wider and her tongue joined mine. I could hear her breathing a little more heavily through her nose. I withdrew my tongue and continued kissing her. Her tongue now sought mine and I let her fill my mouth. She pulled back, and I could see her eyes beginning to glass over, her excitement beginning to build.



She breathed, "When I say stop, that's it, okay?"



"Okay," I replied, reaching out with one hand, stroking her cheek.



"I hardly know you."



"I know."



"Do you have any kids?"



"Three."



"Wow."



"Um, huh."



"Have you cheated on your wife before?"



"No," I lied.



She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder, snuggling against me. I stopped stroking her face and she looked up at me. I looked down at her and smiled as I moved my hand down to her shoulder and then underneath her buttoned blouse towards her breast. She stopped my hand.



"No," she said, raising her head from my shoulders.



"Okay," I said, thinking she would be a more difficult project than I had anticipated.



I leaned forward and kissed her again, a little less warmly. She sensed my disappointment and pressed her lips harder against mine and we opened our mouths to each other. I released her mouth and heard her breathing heavy again, and then abruptly stopped as I trailed my tongue down on her lean neck. She exhaled slowly as I continued kissing and tonguing her.



She raised her head to expose her throat to me and I knew I had her.



Still licking and sucking on her neck, I moved my hand to her thigh and although she placed a hand over mine she did not stop me as I rubbed and stroked the firm warm muscles underneath the stocking. I grabbed underneath her thigh and pulled her leg over and onto my lap, trying to get her to straddle me. She complied and we stopped kissing, holding each other for a moment, with my arms around her waist, my head resting now against her chest. I could hear her heart beating hard.



I raised my head slightly and nuzzled my face between her soft, full breasts. I could see that her nipples were hard and showing clearly through her delicate, cotton blouse. I unbuttoned the top two buttons and put my tongue against the delicate white fabric of her bra, and then forced my tongue underneath the fabric, meeting the soft skin of her round meaty tit. I could taste just the hint of her sweat and then I heard her moan, as I pushed down the fabric with my hand and tongued her erect nipple. In my mouth, rolling it, I could feel the uneven, bumpy skin of its warmth and wetness. I opened my mouth and took in as much of her breast as possible, while pressing my tongue against the rigid nipple. At the same time I lowered my hand once more to her thigh and pushed it up and underneath her skirt. To my delight and surprise, I found that her hose were not waist length as my hand rested on the naked skin of her upper thigh.



I released my mouth from her breast and sought her mouth and we kissed again, as my hand trailed up her thigh finally reaching the elastic band of her panties. I could tell they were high-French cut and I pushed my hand underneath to stroke her hip. She released my mouth and looked down at me and I smiled at her, as my hand continued underneath her panties, stroking the soft skin of her lower stomach and towards her soft pelvic area. At the moment my hand felt the first hint of her curly pubic hair, she got off from my lap, and my hand slipped from underneath her skirt.



"I think we should go back to the bar," she said.



I remained seated and smiled up at her. She looked down at my lap and could see I was hard. I unbuckled my belt, quickly undid my pants and lowered them and my boxers to the ground, revealing myself to her. Her gaze never left my cock, thick and swollen, glistening at the tip, reaching up for her touch. She waited a moment or two and reached down to hold it, getting down on her knees in front of me.



"A blow job and that's it, okay?" she asked, her voice shaking.



I shook my head and reached for her free hand to get her back on her feet. "I hate that. Come here, just sit on my lap."



She shook her head.



"Nothing will happen," I laughed. "You can keep your panties on for protection."



She hesitated a moment and released my cock from her hand and got on her feet. "I really like you, but I don't . . ," she began.



"Shhhhh. Nothing will happen. Come here."



She smiled, "Promise?"



"Promise, but you should take your skirt off or you'll get it all wrinkled."



I could see her hands tremble as she unbuttoned her skirt and my eyes followed the skirt as it fell to the ground, and I saw her feet step out of it. I picked it up crumpled from the floor and neatly folded it.



She laughed, "You can do all my washing and drying, okay?"



I turned towards her and smiled, and my excitement multiplied at the sight before me. Her blouse hung over her panties, but I could see that her legs were fabulous, toned and smooth, without a hint of fat on them.



"I better get rid of this too," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and then taking it off. She handed it to me and I folded it, too, neatly, placing it on top of the skirt. She stood in front of me now in her bra and panties and hose.



"Lord. You're beautiful."



"You're not so bad yourself," she replied, nervously, trying to be funny.



I didn't laugh. Her panties were, in fact, high cut and matched the white fabric and style of her bra. I could see that she had a flat, hard stomach with a marvelously just protruding pelvic area. Her waist was narrow and stunningly tight, flaring down to muscular hips. And even though I wasn't much of a breast man, but her's were delightful, medium in size bulging out from under the tight confines of her bra and firm.



She smiled down at me, pleased that I found her attractive. "Should I turn around for you," she teased, waiving her hips.



"Absolutely."



Seeing her ass now confirmed my earlier belief. She had a thong on, featuring her ass prominently. It was high and full, extraordinarily round, the thong snugly fitting in between her delicious cheeks. And her back. The muscles on her back almost rippled as she completed her turn. I stared at her for a moment longer and reached out to hold her hand, bringing her to me.



There was no resistance as she opened her legs and straddled my lap, her breasts pressing against my chest. My straining, hard cock was being pressed between us, resting against my stomach and the soft cloth covering the warmth and wetness between her legs.



I held her in my arms tightly and then kissed her softly. We kissed for maybe two minutes and then I felt her lightly moving, trying not to get my attention, against the underside of my hard cock, the warmth against it turning to heat and the wetness almost dripping. I let her press herself against me and continued kissing her, while massaging her breasts and nipples.



Her breathing became more labored, as our kissing continued and I lowered one hand to between our crotches. She lifted herself slightly to let me touch her and I massaged her through the narrow cotton between her legs, rubbing the thick wet lips of her pussy between my fingers, letting them roll against each other. I reached underneath the elastic and touched her naked. Her heat and the stickiness of her juices was marvelous. She groaned, as my fingers parted her spongy, swollen lips and I reached forward to stroke her clitoris. She released my mouth and leaned her head back, her thick hair falling to her shoulders as she rubbed herself against my hand.



Of course, it couldn't end there. I reached down with my free hand and pushed aside the narrow fabric covering her and with my other hand I pushed down my straining prick to touch her. She struggled a little when she felt the head of my cock rubbing between the soft lips of her cunt, but I held her firm with one hand, the other pressed against her clit..



"No," she moaned, her mouth open, as she continued to grind against my hard cock.



I kissed her open mouth hard and let her continue to grind against me.



She reached down between us and stroked my cock, pushing it back to press against her opening. The tip of the head and then the entire head slowly sank inside her and she tensed and stopped, realizing what was happening, and then I felt her trying to pull off my lap. I held her in place.



"I'm not on the pill," she said.



"I'll pull out," I whispered.



Hesitating, she pushed down a little and I felt more of my cock sink inside her. The heat and tightness of her grip was almost virginal.



"Now," I commanded, and I looked up at her and saw she was lost in her hunger.



She pushed down harder, and almost all my cock sank into her, with most of her swollen labia and inner lips being pulled in as well, making further penetration almost impossible. I pulled down until just the head of my cock was in her, slicking up with her juices, to let her body adjust and open to the act. I looked up at her beautiful and face and placed both my hands on her supple ass. She opened her eyes and stared at me and then I pushed up again hard, burying myself to the hilt.



She screamed and quickly pushed her head down to bite my shoulder.



"Thank God for the shirt," I thought as I held myself deep inside her, wondering how I would explain bite marks to my wife. Her cunt was now fully open, the shimmering vise-like walls of her vagina smooth and slick, accommodating, sucking my cock inside her. I could feel the swollen lips of her cunt mashed down against the base of my cock and resting against my balls, the juices from inside her seeping down between my legs.



"You okay?" I whispered into her ear, as her head rested against my shoulder.



She raised her head and nodded. Her eyes looked teary, but she smiled.



I began massaging her ass cheeks exposed by her thong, squeezing their fullness and rotating her body against my imbedded cock. She moaned and raised herself until only the head of my cock was inside her, holding herself for a moment and then swiftly crushed down against me. She repeated it and with each downward thrust I raised myself to meet her.



Our tempo increased and she sought my mouth, now much more anxious and tense than I was. I let her suck on my tongue on my face and neck. I lowered my face and pushed down on her bra, releasing her breasts, swallowing one of them, sucking on her nipple. I could feel her body begin to shake.



She suddenly got up and off me, and my cock sprang back, slapping against my shirt, straining and slick with her juices.



I looked at her puzzled. Her bra was half off, and her panties pushed and twisted to the side of her cunt.



"I've got to take these off," she said hurriedly, pulling down her panties and unclasping her bra.



She opened up her legs and grabbed my wet cock, and I watched as she lowered herself onto it, engulfing me fully with one slow, painful stroke, holding me and then continuing with her rising and lowering, each time sending shivers through my body. 



She was lost, almost mumbling and after a minute or two, I could sense her legs were getting tired so I picked her up, holding her ass standing with myself still inside, her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. My cock slipped out of her and I scooted her on her back on the couch, her muscular legs sprawling open. A quick glance down revealed a heavenly, open wet redness between her thighs and my cock strained harder than it had been in years.



I rested on top of her and began kissing her neck and face. I positioned my cock at her open, drooling cunt and held myself in place. She was now moaning and twisting underneath me, trying to pull me in. I continued to hold myself and then began to kiss her softly on her breasts, and then her neck and then her lips. She grabbed my sweaty ass and tried again to force me inside her.



"Don't tease. Come on. Plea . . ." she moaned.



I shoved my tongue deep into her mouth and at the same time thrust my cock violently hard inside her and I could tell she was almost gagging on my tongue. I held myself inside her to the hilt for a moment and began thrusting deep inside her slowly, then hard, then soft and then fast. She twisted her mouth free and gulped in air. I continued my thrusting and I could feel her body begin to tense up, her excitement building. She was moaning loudly and began pushing herself against me, almost lifting me off her. I placed a hand underneath her ass, almost dripping with her juices and sweat and held her in place as my thrusting became harder and deeper. She began to scream incoherently, moaning and I felt her cunt tightening, pulsing around my cock trying to tear it away from my body.



And then she was coming. She tensed, shaking, crying, moaning, screaming, lifting, gasping and I let her continue, until finally just as she was almost through I felt my body grow tight and burn and in desperation I pushed myself inside her as deeply as possible, lodging my cock head at the rigid edge of her cervix, and moaned into her ear as my first spurt released. She felt it and screamed incoherently, "No! Don . . . Oh my God! Pull-", but I smothered her mouth with mine. Whether she was on the pill I didn't care, and then another spurt and another and another and I felt my cock bathed in our hot juices, slick on fire, continuing to leak deep inside her less violently but continuing and then subsiding.



I released her mouth. We were breathing heavily into each other's shoulders, trying to compose ourselves. I felt myself softening, withdrawing inside her, the heat there almost unbearable. Impossibly, she wrapped her legs around my waist to try to keep me inside her. What was done was done. I raised my head and kissed her soaked forehead.



"You were magnificent," I told her, forgetting her name in my exhaustion.



She looked quietly up at me and then held me tightly against her.

