The second in an erotic series that started with Cafe Discretions. The new chapter is “A little red dress”, co written with TA, and is adult fiction – so reader beware.
RB– It had been about a week since Alana had enjoyed the pleasures of the unknown gentleman at the Coffee house. She had toyed with the business card he had handed her right before she had taken flight – sated and wet. Thoughts, wicked ones had crossed her mind as she ran her thumb over the gold embossing. Every so often she glanced at her phone. Should she call? It was not like he knew how to find her or even where she worked. She was still very much a mystery to Alec, but one that he probably wanted to explore in more detail if given the chance. It was tuesday evening, just about time to knock off work when Alana finally gave in. Taking out the card once more, she silently stared at the card. There was to be an office Christmas party hosted by her boss, Mister Ferguson. Everyone was said to be going, and her boss had made it clear that he hoped she would give him a special surprise for his Christmas present. He’d made advances towards her through the course of the year, and always liked a drink at the Christmas do. She could imagine just how bad he would get, but then she thought of Alec. Letting out a breath, she took up the phone and then pressed in his number. Would he answer? It was his business line. Chances were he had a secretary of his own. The phone started to ring….
TA – A couple of days had gone by since he experienced that lovely moment with Alana – he wondered if she would ever call. He had actually stayed away from the bistro for a time, just to let the aura of the encounter fade away a bit in the event they were noticed. However, he cared more about that killer body he had been able to have liberties with, and whenever he walked the block or two from the office, his eyes were always open. He tried to imagine what her life was – of course they hadn’t talked about themselves beyond their wants, so did he want to know more, or did he just want to bang her. His desk was covered with paperwork that wasn’t going to get done on its own, so he thought about spending a few more hours at work. He knew with the holidays coming normal schedules would be different so she was probably out of town, a lot Englanders liked to get out of the city for the week, and he wondered about driving out to spend a few days with his family. He looked at the paperwork, glanced out the window, and decided to get up and stretch a little bit, get the blood flowing. He imagined again Alana in her own world, wondered how she spent her evening and began to fantasize a lovely woman that tossed everything aside at night to just lounge with her legs spread over a divan, like any stunning woman would in her free tie. He imagined her taking her fingertips and beginning a slow tease across her skin, sipping wine, and then he wondered if he might be the image in her mind. Hiss phone began to vibe in his pocket, and he reached inside pulled out the phone and a number appeared that wasn’t familiar. His policy to not answer unknown calls given his profession, so he let it go to voice mail. He thought if they really want his attention they’ll drop him a message. He didn’t even think about her actually making the call, but after it moved to voice mail, he returned to his desk and began hitting the paperwork.
RB– Alana waited for the sound of Alec’s voice on the other end, and she got it….but it was his voice mail message. ‘Great..’ she thought for a moment, as she waited for the right moment to speak. Alana swiveled in her chair and stared out of the office window at the city that was spread out before her. He was out there, somewhere. Finally the beep sounded, and that was Alana’s cue.
“Alec. I don’t normally leave messages, but in this case I guess I will. I’m not sure if you remember me.” She paused for a moment and frowned. God, that sounded pathetic. She could do so much better. “It’s Alana. I happen to be attending a little do here at the office tomorrow night and I wondered if you might like to come….come..and have a drink.” Her voice became softer as a client entered the office and nodded at Alana – he had an appointment. Knowing she had an audience, Alana changed tact. “I believe I owe you a drink at least. You have no idea how much I enjoyed your company.” This was said with a sultry tone, as she then went to give him the details of the address and the floor – along with the time. Alana closed the phone and set it down as she looked back at Mr Jansen, the new client.
“You’re early. I like that. Let’s get down to business.”
TA – the ding went off on his phone so he decided to listen to the message. The moment he heard her voice his demeanor changed. He immediately got up and shut the door to his office, and walked to the windows. Her voice was in his head, and he chuckled at the first couple of lines. He certainly didn’t expect that vulnerable tone from this delicious barracuda he had submitted to the other day, but then realized we don’t always know people beyond their exterior facade. He listened with intent to the address she’d given him, “17th floor, 2042” he scratched on his notepad, and then put his phone down on the desk. He stood there for a minute and looked at the phone. He immediately thought he might be staying in town for the next couple of days.
‘Heh” he laughed to himself. She called him. It wasn’t an arrogant laugh, there was no tone of confidence, he simply remarked at the fact she reached out. He walked over to the window and looked directly at her building, surveyed the floors and tried to determine where the law offices began. He knew it was around the 14th or 15th floor and then stretched upwards five floors. He has sent a few clients that way. He imagined their offices being directly across from each other. He imagined he might be looking right at her, but had no idea of that even being a remote possibility. He picked up his phone, threw a few papers into his satchel, walked over to the windows and dialed … feeling a sense of arousal just with the notion of her making a connection.
RB– The night of the Office party had arrived, and thankfully Alana had been able to duck back to her apartment and change into something a little more festive. A knockout red cocktail dress with matching heels and sheer stockings. Gold diamond earrings finished off the dress nicely, and she wore her hair in a loose bun, with the curls that framed her face giving her a much softer look. Alana checked herself in the mirror before she was to head to the door, and was happy with the effect. Very festive. She was practically a present waiting to be unwrapped. If only by the right person. Thoughts again returned to Alec, and she felt herself glow at the idea of his presence. How he made her feel, his touch. They had seen each other so many times before the encounter, but not in the days that followed. This made the want for him grow all the more. Oh yes, the nights she lay upon her cotton doona – imagining that her fingers were in fact his. His face, his voice had filled her nights, if only it was just her imagination. Alana hoped that this night might lead to more. Happy with herself, she grabbed her clutch and headed for the door.
Driving into the underground car park of her office building, the silver Mercedes pulled up in the last row of spaces. The lights dimmed, and Alana quickly checked her phone. He hadn’t called back, but maybe that was done on purpose. She called him. Usually, it was the other way around. Would he even come? Alana undid her seat belt and opened the door of her car, stepping out gracefully, and reaching for her purse. She slammed the door, which caused an echo in the car park. The alarm triggered and the flash of yellow lights faded. Looking about and not seeing anyone else about, she headed for the lift. Her hair bounced lightly upon her shoulder as she walked with a pronounced strut. Her red heels clacking on the concrete floor of the car park as she stopped before the lift and tapped the up button.
TA – He held onto the phone and just looked at the number, and wondered if he should hit send or just walk over and surprise her. He thought, hell, everything has been spontaneous, I’ll just walk over. He took off his tie and dropped it in his office drawer with the others, loosened up the top button, rolled his sleeves back a flap or two … going for that casual, and hot enough outside he didn’t need his sport coat. He walked over to the bar, and poured himself a scotch, leaned into the cherry wood counter and caught his eyes in the mirror. “Okay, so who am I today?” The lonely bachelor, or the ‘everyman’ that women want. He knew the scotch would help define that and slugged it down.
He walked over to the window and imagined her readying herself for the Christmas party. The fact she was inviting him indicated she would be bored as hell, and this would be an easy invitation to ask her to get out of there soon after they arrived. He walked out of the office, and pushed the down button on the elevator. Sally said good night and he realized he had ignored her, and turned around and smiled and said, “oh, damn I didn’t even say good night” “you have a wonderful holiday alright, and drive safe, I’ll see you on Monday.” She smiled and nodded that knowing glance that said to him she would always hold onto that night last spring. The doors opened and he got on – leaned against the wall, and as the lift began to descent imagined doing it with Alana in this little square box. Hmm, could work.
He walked into the evening heat, and strolled across the street in sort of a brisk jog seeing a gap in the normally constant traffic, and walked into the glass doors fo the office building. The attendant asked him to sign in, and said ‘office party right?’ He said ‘yes’ and was glad he didn’t have to explain, and realized his demeanor was inviting. He walked across to the elevator and before pushing the button, scanned the directory to see if her name came up in the listing. The print was very small and only listed last names.
The elevator door opened …
RB– The door to the elevator opened at the foyer, much to Alana’s surprise. She thought that the lift would go straight up. Castling her blue eyes up to who it was that had rung for the lift, she was taken in by the man standing there waiting. It was Alec. At first, Alana was left speechless to see him there. He looked incredible. No, wrong word. He looked fuckable. Alana chewed her lip as she asked demurely. “Going up?” Almost like she pretended not to know him. Well, she didn’t know him as well as she had wanted too. Alana moved to the left side of the lift, so that he could easily come in and press the button to make the lift close. Something told her it was going to be a long ride to her floor. One of her core fantasies was doing it in a lift. Something about being trapped in a confined space and no way out. Alana reached for one of the hand rails, and curled her fingers around it. This showed off her perfectly polished nails. Fire engine red, just like her dress.
No one else was there to use the lift, so it would just be the two of them riding up. Once he got in….who knew what would happen. Needless to say, the security officer in the foyer would be the only privileged to get a special screening of their second encounter.
One of Alana’s pencil straps slid off her shoulder, and she gently moved her hand to draw it back up into place. Her perfume was scented with rose and lilac. The fragrance intoxicating as the doors closed. Sealing them in.
TA – Shocked by her presence he was immediately drawn to her red dress, and glanced around for a minute and casually strolled onto the lift and closed the door, winking at the security guard as he disappeared behind the metal. He then turned immediately to her and reached her hand and casually let her let go of the strap, and wrapped his fingertips underneath and slowly slid it down her shoulder letting his fingertip slide along her naked skin. He was intoxicated by her perfume, and immediately took his other hand and began to lower her other strap, not to undress her but simply to have access to her naked shoulders. He knew her delicious bodice would have no issue holding her dress in place. As his lips sought her he watched her fingertips reach the stop button on the lift, and while in motion, she pushed it in, and the car slowly slid to a gradual stop. At that same time, their lips connected and he welcomed the beauty of her passionate kiss driving his tongue inside in a manner that only spoke of his need to show her how much he wanted to continue penetrating her. She reciprocated by putting her hands on his ass and pulling him into her waiting hips, his hands sliding down her arms, while he let his tongue slide out of her mouth, and upon her neck. He wanted to take time on her shoulders, feeling her gasps as he sensed her shoulders coming alive with the soft touch of his teasing lips, her hand now reaching the back of his head and fingertips wrapping in his hair as she pulled his head upon her aching skin. His hands met her hips and he gently moved her body, in a manner that said “I want your ass please’ and turned her around, she letting go of his head and letting her hands wrap around the rails feeling him pressing his erection along the side of her body as he moved her into place. While sliding his tongue along her neck his hands slowly pulled the silky fabric of her dress above her hips, and yes he discovered she was pantiless. Just as he began to slide his hand under her ass, she placed her fingertips around his wrist, to indicate a pause, and spoke …
RB– Of course she wasn’t wearing panties. Her purse was only so big and after their last encounter, Alana wanted to be ready. She was already heady from the way he entered the lift and took to her. Tasting the sweetness of her lips, moving his fingers to make the pencil strap fall so he had full access to her naked shoulder. Oh, she had dreamed of this moment, and it was every bit as good as her imagination had explored. In the coffee shop, Alana had been bold in what she wanted and how she got it. A public display and yet kept so discrete. This was different. No doubt the security guard was enjoying himself as he watched the events unfolding on his tiny screen.
In the lift, things were hotting up. Alec had turned Alana around so that she was gripping the railing now with both hands. The slight feeling of air was growing, as her dress started to raise when Alec picked at the hem and moved it slyly up her thigh and over her bare ass. Alana caught her breath, and reached around to take his wrist. They both paused for what was the longest few seconds till she said.
“Don’t hold back. I want you to go as hard and fast as you can.”
Alana gave a little wiggle of her hips, then pressed her backside out invitingly towards him. She slowly released his wrist, and instead reached up for her hair pin, which she slid out slowly, allowing her dark hair to cascade down in a torrent upon her back. Alana purred with a throaty richness. A light trickling was already going down the inside of her inner thigh. She was aroused beyond measure, and wanted him to seize the day. Alana glanced over her shoulder and he saw the flash of lust in her eyes.
TA – This was all he needed as he listened to her words feeling his erection wanting to pop. He didn’t need her hands yet, this was the moment, the zip less fuck that he first experienced when reading Erica Jong’s ‘Fear of Flying‘ when he was a teenager.He reached his fingertips inside of her and spread her lips knowing her readiness, and unbuckled his slacks with his free hand while swallowing her shoulders, lost in her aroma … He slid his slacks down with his free hand and brought his wet fingertips up to his lips and dripped his saliva into the palm of his hand, reached the tip of his cock and an saturated it with the sweet gel of slide to make the entrance easy, grabbed his shaft and slid his dick underneath her ass, with fingertips guiding the head of his cock felt her lips and slowly slid the head inside guided by her gasps, pushed more, suddenly feeling her grip his cock and relishing in her strength. Now inside he placed his hands on the elevator wall, stepped away from her legs just a tad, while she grabbed onto the rails and let her breasts ease into the cold metallic of the wall. The only thing connecting them was the girth of his penis in her tight vagina, and he now slid slowly inside, and retreated, slowly inside and retreated, being careful to not touch any other skin. She reared her head back and her flowing her teased his chest while he continued to play with her anticipation, finally letting his lips fall back onto her shoulders, now beginning a more steady and necessary rhythm, her gasps turning to moans, her ass pushing against him with every thrust. He was going to cum, rather than fuck around with any affection. He now decided he was just going to slam her until he exploded. He wondered about how she was reacting inside at this point.
RB– The cold of the metal wall seared her nipples to the point that they were taut beyond belief. Her sweet mounds being pressed up hard to the elevator wall with each thrust. Course, she let him take charge, holding her in such a way, that only his engorged cock was touching her. It was doing more than touching though – drilling her slowly. Teasing. It was like he was torturing her to see how she would respond. A small cry emitted from her lips, as she clearly wanted more than this. Her ribbed insides squeezed and locked upon him each time, only to feel him withdraw from her slowly. It was driving her insane, and she started to push back in a show of eagerness to please and be pleased. Her own hair was now tickling her naked back, and it wasn’t until she felt the press of his lips on her skin that she let out a moan of aching need. Alec had changed his rhythm to now being slightly faster. Alana grit her teeth. Between her thighs the ache was growing. She could feel him thicken inside her and in her mind she could picture him behind her – ready to hunch over and hammer her wildly. Suddenly, Alana wanted to make this last. Not to have him simply explode in her, but change gears and have him experience her in ways she had only dreamed. Hardly believing what she was about to do, she pulled forward so he would have left her body. Turning sharply so that she now faced him, she licked her lips and whispered in a hoarse voice.
“I’m dying to taste you.”
At that moment she sank to her knees before him. Luckily the bottom of the lift was carpeted. Alana’s dress had now dropped to expose her breasts and she gazed up at him as she placed her hands behind her back. Ripe red lips waiting for him to take her by the head. She wanted to be his gift for Christmas. At first she nudged his cock with her nose, then let it slide along her cheek. Her tongue danced around the head teasing. She knew that he could not resist such an invitation. To take her head and then guide himself into her waiting mouth. Her red lips parted as she slowly started to take him in…down to the back of her throat.
TA – Where did this woman come from he thought to himself as he put his hands on her the side of her head and just held on. She was doing all the work, he didn’t have to pump, he just let her tongue and lips drive him crazy. The way she took her tongue and ran it along the base of his cock and slowly crawled up to the head was delightful, and then when she with desire spent time sucking on the middle of his shaft, it was like she was designed for his cock alone. No one had ever caught the sensation of his cock in such a delicious manner. As she worked on his cock, he slowly took a couple of steps back so he could lean against the wall instead of falling on top of her as her prowess was causing his legs to turn to rubber. He hit the wall, and just submitted, feeling her lips now sliding him towards orgasm, her hand cupping his balls. He was about to explode, and looked down at her, and noticed her eyes looking for him as her mouth made deliberate slides on his cock. She gave him a nod with a smile, and went to town. As he began to anticipate his explosion he wondered about how she would handle it, I mean ‘Jesus Christ’ he said in a whisper they were in a public elevator. She focused on the head of his cock, knowing it was close, tasting his precum, and now stroked his cock feverishly feeling him grow more restless, his breath giving moan to each stroke of her hands. His hands on her head now he held on for dear life as he began to cum, expecting her to pull her head away but instead she stayed firmly attached – her mouth with phenomenal strength holding onto to every squire of cum releasing into her mouth. She tightened her lips around him and rode him to orgasm, waiting a couple of seconds to be sure, and then audibly swallowing, letting his cock free while she took her tongue and cleaned the shaft of his cock. He leaned back on the wall, and felt her lips begin to kiss his abdomen as she slowly rose lips now kissing his nipples, sliding upon his shoulders until he
felt her mouth reach his ear. She whispered, “Fuck the party, my car is down a couple of floors.” She let her dress down while he pulled up his slacks, lips pressed together while they readied themselves, and turned and pulled out the stop button …
RB– Alana slyly raised a finger to the corner of her mouth, where there was just the hint of his jizz on her lips. Skillfully she wiped it off then sucked her finger as she went to pull out the stop button and allow the lift to move once more. Alana herself had yet to enjoy an orgasm with her newest lover, but that was going to happen. Just not in the lift. She still could taste Alec’s come in her mouth and she made a purr like sound at how good it tasted. The door to the lift suddenly opened at the floor of her office and her boss was standing right there. He looked shocked by Alana’s appearance, and least to say the man standing in behind her was one he had never seen before.
“No, actually I just came up to wish you a Happy Christmas. Sorry, something just came up.” She giggled as she wiggled her fingers at her boss and then pressed the button for the car park. The doors slid to a close with a very annoyed looking man left to explain Alana’s behavior to the rest of the staff. That wasn’t exactly the kind of present he had wanted from her. That….was going to Alec. Turning around slightly as the lift started to descend back to where she had her car parked, Alana said “I don’t live far.”