me—what he is about to do next, and I dig my nails into the muscular tautness of his shoulders.
He brushes up against me at first with the hardness in his pants. I’m not bold enough to reach for him. Cup him and stroke him the way I should. I have no experience in this.
Then he starts moving down, slowly; inch by inch, he lowers himself to the ground while simultaneously helping me on to the table. My legs are now dangling off the edge while he has positioned himself right in front of me.
He spreads my thighs apart so he can see me in all my glory. My breathing has gone ragged and harsh. I’m staring at him, transfixed, like he’s performing magic.
I didn’t think I would ever be so courageous, but he has that effect on me. I want him inside me. For the first time in my life, I want to experience it more than I want to save it.
He leans forward, bringing his mouth right up close to my pussy. I’m so wet. Hot. My clit throbs. His hot breath falls on me, and I lean backward with a sigh.
He finds my clit immediately, running his tongue in a gentle circular pattern on me. I lay back on the table, staring up at the ceiling as I allow the sensation to take over me. I have no control over my body anymore. My hips are rolling. My body is moving—but I can’t control it. I’m bound to him, by this spell he has cast on me.
He has started stroking me with his tongue, licking my clit, slurping up the hot juices between my legs. Kirk knows exactly what to do. How to make me feel good. I didn’t expect to jump-in like this, but I have no choice. My body has already made its decision.
But no…I can’t…I don’t want to make him think I know what I’m doing. I can sense the idea taking a hold of my brain. I want to push it out of my mind. Focus on the way Kirk’s mouth is moving on my pussy, how his hands are tightly gripping my pale soft thighs.
I have to tell him…I can’t keep it from him…he will find out eventually and then what?
“I’m a virgin!” I blurt before I can stop the words.
I feel Kirk’s tongue stop. One beat of silence passes and he smoothly moves himself away from my open legs.
I lift myself up to look at him and he is staring right at me with his intensely blue eyes.
I open my mouth to speak, to explain, but I don’t know what I could possibly say. What more information could I give him? This is the fact, and he should know before we take it any further.
Then he starts straightening up. It’s over. The moment is snapped closed now. Reality is beginning to set in.
I know I probably shouldn’t wait, but I do anyway. Literally moments after I announced my big confession, Kirk straightened himself up and left the conference room. He didn’t direct a single word at me.
I’m sure what to do. Am I supposed to just leave now? Quit my job? Is he going to return? Shouldn’t we be talking about this?
This is not exactly something we can simply sweep under the carpet and hope it disappears. This is going to hang over us forever.
I don’t think I will ever be able to forget the way he made me feel. How inexplicably out-of-control I felt. Now he’s gone, and I don’t know if he’s going to return.
I remain in the conference room.
At first, when he left, I was too stunned to even straighten my clothes up. I just sat there on the table with my legs dangling off the edge. My skirt bunched up around my waist and my panties pulled down. It wasn’t until several minutes later that I realized I need to at least make myself look presentable.
Thankfully, there’s nobody else on this floor. It’s already close to nine. Too late to be in the office.
I want him to come back. I wish I could be transported back in time to several minutes ago when we were tangled up in each other’s arms. That was the best kiss of my life. Nobody has kissed me like that before, and maybe nobody ever will. To end that experience prematurely was stupid.
Why did I blurt it out like that? I should have seen where the moment was taking us. I should have