Stacy licked her lips, eyeing her intern who stood a few feet away, organizing the books on her bookshelf. He always dressed sharp in a suit and tie, though she didn’t require it. She told him khakis and a polo top would be totally acceptable, yet he kept showing up in his dark suits and amber eyes. She sighed to herself and sat back in her chair, daydreaming of a forbidden office romance that would never be. Not for her, anyways.
Stacy liked to play, that’s for sure. In her group of friends she would be the one to dance on tables, flash anyone who needed a boost and all without a drop of alcohol. But not at work. She didn’t want to mix the two and found it easy to keep her private life and professional life separate. Then she hired a new intern.
Seemingly overnight fantasies of forbidden office romances ran rampant through her mind, her dreams, her body.
Night after night her dreams filled with the subtle touch of his breath on her neck, his hands wrapping around her body, hands moving to cup her round breasts, his fingers lightly massaging her erect nipples. She could feel her heartbeat quicken and breathed heavy with pleasure. Closing her eyes, she could feel his hands caressing her waist, her thighs, seeking a wet mystery of pleasure.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Stacy opened her eyes, recognizing it wasn’t his hands fondling the folds of her vulva, but her own delicate fingertips. With her left hand she reached across her body to shut off the alarm and returned to focus on things of a more forbidden nature. Now, she didn’t want to be late coming into the office, but then again, a girl has needs.
So, with the alarm properly snoozed, Stacy’s body softened once more into complete submission of her forbidden office romance fantasy. Her left hand massaged her left nipple as he had done in her dream while she fingered herself with her right. She breathed deeply, felt her chest rise and fall as sensation swept through her quivering body. She imagined his voice in her ear, deep and erotic as he told her how much he likes her wet pussy. Maybe he would nibble on her earlobe a little, too.
By now her forefinger found her pulsating clitoris. With each flick of her clit she felt the blood rushing to the core of her pleasure center.
Now fully in her forbidden office romance fantasy, she imagined him whipping her around in her chair and hoisting her on top of her desk, her legs spread open in approval. He moved between her legs, cupped both hands to her breasts through her half-unbuttoned shirt. He gently bit her bottom lip, and she tasted something sweet. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close while his tongue slipped between her strawberry lips. She fumbled with his belt and then
“AAhhh,!” Stacy gasped, her body convulsing into orgasm as she came back to reality.
Her entire body felt alive in that moment and nothing else mattered. Her finger flicked with the ferocity her climax required and as she came down, her finger slowed to a gentle rub, massaging her dripping pussy. Stacy closed her eyes again and breathed deeply then lifted her wet fingertip to her lips. She liked to taste herself after sex, though she wasn’t sure why. It had become some kind of ritual after masturbation, one she had to share with anyone else.
Feeling more aroused than when she woke up, Stacy rolled out of bed and began her showering ritual. She knew an office romance would be a dumb idea. But you know what else is dumb? she thought as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, feeling suds slide down her breasts. Walking to the candy store over and over again without going inside. That’s how this fantasy felt to Stacy. She desperately wanted this brand of candy, but the taboo nature of it stopped her in real life; in fantasy, she went all the way.
Stacy arrived at work a few hours later, on time. Pushing all notions of forbidden office romances out of her head, she buried herself in the tasks for the day. In fact, she became so engulfed in her work that she had no idea she had missed lunch until her intern knocked on her door.
“Come in,” Stacy said, distracted by what she was reading.
“Hey, you need to eat something today, and I was just going to head across the street for some food. Would you like to take a break and join me?”
Stacy’s stomach dropped and her pulse quickened.
“Yes,” she replied, also reminding herself that forbidden office romances are forbidden for a reason. They never end well. Not ever.
But then again…
What if the erotic journey to the end is worth the pain of the inevitable outcome?
