Hot sexy office fantasy of a past colleague

Lexi sank her head back into the plush leather of her office chair. It was one of the perks of having your own office—you could pick your own luxury furniture. She'd decided on a padded, memory-foam recliner. Not that she ever really got to relax quite as much as she'd like to.

Tonight she was working late, another international account that required overtime. Maybe she could get in a quick cat-nap before her next call, refresh herself a little. She pulled off her patent heels and wriggled contentedly into the deliciously soft, cool leather. Her golden hair got mussed as she wiggled and fell in front of her face, obstructing her eyes.

Her feet could do with her a rub, she thought. Lexi let her hands wander down her stockinged legs. Wouldn't it be nice if she could magic up an in-house masseur? She remembered back to the days when corporate coffers were overflowing and perks like massages were commonplace.

Her favourite memory from those early days involved a handsome office junior named Rory. He'd had a naked crush on her and she'd revelled discreetly in the attention. Working as hard as she did, meant she had little time for extracurricular affairs, so the odd office fantasy about Rory and his dimpled features were a welcome distraction on occasion. He was fun to think about and gave her some fodder for her lusty midnight fantasies.

Rory was dedicated to her and would bring her a decaf caramel mocha every morning without fail. Lexi would be a bit slow in the mornings and the stressed adrenaline of the day would be yet to kick in. Her slightly sleepy eyes would enjoy the sight of Rory in his tight, fitted shirts and she took pleasure in his big smile at seeing her each and every day.

Rory would linger a minute or two after reverently handing her the sweet coffee and ask about how she had slept the night before. Her make-up was fresh at that time and her clothes would be uncreased—she'd be unsullied by the day yet to come. They would chat and flirt, with long heat-filled glances and Lexi would ease into her morning, lightened with a dopamine rush.

Rory was always flattering her—not just her hard work ethic which often kept her in the office late into the night—but even her taste in books and quirky office decor. It was so warming to get that kind of attention.

Lexi had often wondered what it would have been like if she'd encouraged him even the tiniest bit more. She had no doubt that he would have leapt at the opportunity to rub her feet, for example. They'd never actually touched, but she had always wanted to. If she hadn't been his boss's boss, they might have crossed the line, but it never worked out that way.

Lexi touched her soles through the thin mesh of her creamy stockings. Her feet were soft and pliant thanks to the regular pedicures she got. They did need some relief from the pain of the heels she'd been wearing all day long though.

Nobody else was on her floor at this time. And she was in the privacy of her own office after all. She slid down the tops of her hold-ups, the elastic nearly snagging on her long polished fingernails. The thin fabric swished down her lean legs and she kicked it away under the desk.

Raising her right foot onto her lap, Lexi dug the heel of her hand into the hollow below her ankles. She groaned at the sensation. She let her hands wander, caressing herself, using her knuckles to get in deeper to the arches of her feet. Remembering the hand cream she had in her purse, she lubricated her personal rubdown.

Lexi imagined Rory and his big hands, sitting at the base of her fancy executive chair. He would be so thorough if he were giving her a foot rub. She would have loved to see his dark curls, so sweetly tousled as he bowed his head to focus on her.

Lexi let herself fall into her office fantasy…

Rory was making her shake with pleasure. He was firmly pressing his hands into her needy feet and whispering to her. He was saying how glad he was he could help her out, that he would do anything, anything to make her day better.

She saw his big, wide grin and his hopeful expression as he looked up at her. Lexi imagined she was wearing one of her power suits, maybe the one that cut dangerously tight on her curves. She'd shed her jacket, getting hot from all the attention.

Rory would jump to his feet and take the blazer from her then place it carefully on the coat rack.

"What else can I get you?" Rory said in her mind.

"Maybe you can close the blinds," she murmured back in her throaty voice. "It's a little bright in here."

Rory went to the office windows, giving her a great chance to ogle his firm backside. He turned around and she was certain there was a tightness to the front of his trousers that wasn't there when he came in.

She beckoned Rory back to her chair and asked him if he was as skilled at giving head massages as well… Rory nodded happily and stepped behind her leather chair.

Lexi's hair was in her customary work chignon but she loosened it with a deft and decisive motion. Her blonde curls swung free and her scalp prickled a little with anticipation. That prickle went all the way down her body and it hit deep in her core as Rory placed his heavy hands on her head.

Lexi shook her answer, no. They were the perfect temperature, warming her goose-bumps gently. She wished she could turn the lights out in the office completely. She wanted to be lost in just the physical sensations.

Oh! She remembered she had an eye mask in her desk from her last transatlantic flight.

"One sec," she said as she pulled away to open a desk drawer. Even those milliseconds away from his warmth made her miss his sexy touch.

Rory chuckled a deep rumble that made her tense pleasurably. "Allow me."

He took the sleep mask and gently placed it around her face, tugging the tendrils of her soft hair where they caught. Her world went dark.

Correspondingly Lexi let her inhibitions quietly slide away. She opened a button on her silky shirt and settled into the chair as if she intended to be there a while. Her skirt rolled up a few inches, she could tell. Her stockings were probably showing their lacy tops—though she couldn't see. Let him look. It was decadent and dangerous.

Rory was pushing deeply with his fingertips into her temples. She was almost orgasmic already. The darkness made her hyper-focused. She could hear the light breaths Rory was taking and smell his grassy scent. He reminded her of summer days and long hot nights, holiday flings and outdoor flirtation.

The sensations were delightful. It was almost meditative, the way he stroked so rhythmically—it made her groan lightly. Her ears were buzzing and her hormones were rising.

Rory's hands roamed through her hair, making her insides throb with need. She wanted more touch. She tilted her head to one side, inviting him to look at her long, sexy neck.

He took the hint. Rory's hands slid down from her face and softly traced a line down to her clavicle. The delicate bones there were made to be caressed.

His fingers dipped lower down her neck and chest. Achingly, sweetly lower—closer and closer to the top of her delicate balcony bra.

Lexi's breasts were naturally huge. She usually wore a bra with plenty of support—it was more work-appropriate—but today she'd been a little naughty as she'd gotten dressed and had picked out a turquoise flashy number. One from her favourite lingerie shop.

Hidden under her mask, Lexi had no shame. She simply opened another button to give him access. She did it casually as if there was no need to explain to her office junior.

Rory's breath deepened; she was attuned to it so clearly already. His hands now slid in easily under the back of her shirt and worked closely on the tight muscles at the base of her neck. She still wanted them to go lower, much lower.

Instead, he went sideways, drawing out the torture. Both of Rory's hands met her sexy bra straps at the same time. The tight elastic was thin; it was a strappy bit of underwear that almost doubled as outerwear. When she was sixteen she would have worn this fancy bra as a crop-top and clubbed the night away, lustily enjoying the attention she would get for her massive boobs jiggling and barely concealed.

She'd been so wild as a teenager. You wouldn't guess it to look at her now but she'd had years of rowdy, fun times. Bonfires at the beach, sneaking out to get drunk and illicit, late-night escapades—memories that she kept tightly held to her well-endowed chest.

Her dangerous curves had been a siren call to all the boys at her school. She eschewed them though, in preference to the older surfer crowd who hung out by the local beach. They weren't aggressive with her like the hormonally addled teenagers at her school were.

The surfer boys cared only about the next wave. They let Lexi come to them and she had enjoyed the game of seducing them away from their boards and the sea. Lexi, always thinking ahead, got to practice her almost grown-up moves on these sandy, long-limbed slackers and it gave her a thrill when she succeeded. Seduction was always fun.

She loved the sexiness of her body and how it gave her an extra layer of power above the success that her mind already earned her.

In her high-powered office, Lexi felt the straps of her bra being pushed aside as Rory's talented fingers moved over the breadth of her smooth shoulders. He was exactly her type—handsome and dim but with a physical grace that was spectacular.

Rory's fingers began dripping down her front again, the tips grazing her décolletage, feeding her hot, molten desire. Lexi's nipples, freed from the bondage of her strappy, tight bra yearned for his fingertips. Her tight nubs were desperate. She wanted Rory to fuel her heat faster, to let her body thrum for him in orgasm.

"Maybe if I loosen this up some more…" she said in her deep, throaty voice.

She slowly undid all the buttons of her shirt. Lexi couldn't see if her tight nipples were peeking out now, but they were tightening more in the cool air conditioning. Did Rory's eyes get big? Masked up and not being able to see how he reacted, made her wanton and a little crazy. She needed more.

Hot and curious for a reaction, she listened hard for Rory's breath but perhaps he was holding it.

"Rory?" There was a teasing lilt to her voice.

"Oh, I'm still here," he replied. His voice was tight as if he didn't want to give away too much. She tasted her power again and revelled in it.

"You can continue, Rory. I like how strong your hands are."

For a moment, nothing happened. The leather of her chair was cold against her skin and she wondered if she would have to grab his hands and guide them back to warming her up again. Then his breath was at the base of her neck, his hands staying on her back, despite her glorious breasts aching for attention.

Rory dug a little deeper, using his knuckles under her shoulder blades, making her gasp in unexpected horny pleasure.

Rory's hands went lower, reaching for the base of her long spine. "Lean forward, maybe," he whispered to her in the dark.

As she did, he undid the back of her bra. Deftly, now, as if he were clear on the direction they were heading. Her bra was no longer doing any work and Lexi was now aware of the weight of her large boobs. They had always been full and firm, so she had no worries about how they looked but she was conscious of some kind of power shift.

Rory let his big hands head all the way down her naked back. They pushed at the top of her skirt. Lexi was so wet that she almost keened at the proximity of his hands. If she leant forward some more, they would be cupping her full ass.

His strong hands were probing and insistent. It was heady for Lexi to no longer be in charge. She squirmed and tried to work out where he would go next.

"You may as well take it all off." His voice took her by surprise. It was newly firm and confident. "You have all this luxury furniture in your office after all. Let's lie you down properly on the sofa, give you a full-body massage."

Lexi nodded, mute for once. Rory lifted her to her feet and slowly pulled her white blouse off. Her bra fell to the floor with a swish of fabric. She was topless in front of him and he still hadn't touched her nipples. Brazenly she pushed forward into his body and got succour at the scratch of his shirt against the desperation of her hungry nubs.

Rory grabbed her backside as if to steady her and his spade-like hands encircled her bum-cheeks easily. Her pencil skirt was made of a soft fabric that stretched and she could tell he liked how touchable it was. His hands wandered a little and then tugged the skirt impatiently.

It took him a moment to pull the skirt down fully and Lexi was almost unhinged with desire—not being able to predict or to see what was happening made her knees weak. She was left wearing just her turquoise thong—as strappy and useless as her bra had been—and her fine mesh stockings with lacy tops. She imagined she looked ludicrously sexy and completely out of place in her corporate office.

Before she thought too hard about that, Rory tumbled her onto the soft suede sofa that she rarely used. She laid on her front and the brushed fabric rubbed against her hard nipples—she was glorying in the sensation.

Rory wasted no time in pulling down her expensive, creamy stockings and she groaned at how good it was to have his hands further exploring her body. It was finally happening, she was going to come so fucking hard with this sexy man thrusting at her, tearing down her boss-like reserves.

Rory was straddling her on the sofa now and she could sense the thickness of his throbbing erection. It was damn impressive. She arched her shapely ass into his body to get a little more traction. The room was strangely quiet but she could hear his breath catching and it titillated her crazily.

His hands were sliding all over her silky skin. She could tell that they were nudging by her ribs, wanting to skirt around to her front. Oh yes… She lifted her torso a little, her core strong from Pilates and finally his firm hands grappled her swollen breasts.

"Uhh," she managed to push out in animal ecstasy. Her nipples had been achy, desperate for his touch. Her groaning seemed to awaken something fierce in him and he flipped her over easily on the coach. Her front exposed, Rory dipped his mouth and sucked greedily on her nipples.

Lexi bucked her body and started pulling blindly on Rory's clothes, almost ripping at them. He undid his belt and then with equal ferocity yanked her tiny thong down. His lips were on her clit within seconds and she shuddered at the sensations, pulling him quickly back up to her. She was going to come fast and hard.

Her hands were in his pants now, looking for the thickness that had rubbed against her ass. Ah, there it was, hot and urgent, his cock almost leaping in her nimble fingers. Insistently she tugged him to her swollen pussy. She wanted this now. She needed his large shaft to pierce her right into the sofa.

He was keen to show off for her and slickly entered, stretching her tightness. Rory thrust slowly a few times and then began to rotate his hips in a circular motion. His sheer girth didn't need any fancy moves but Lexi circled with him anyway, lost in a horizontal dance.

All she was aware of was his weight on her, his depth in her and his pulsing, delicious cock. They tried to keep their noises to a minimum but it was hard to hold back. It was so fucking incredible.

The orgasm which had been slowly burning and building suddenly exploded all through her abdomen and right to the tips of her freshly massaged toes. She mewled quietly into Rory's ear.

What a huge business perk he was.

Yes, Rory was a most delightful office fantasy from her heady, early corporate days. Maybe it was time to hire a new office junior here, someone to help with the extra workload who had skills that involved coffee-fetching and foot-rubs.

That way she wouldn't have to work so late, or maybe the hours would be more pleasurable if she and her office furniture simply had some company…

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