A New Way to Play

Written by Tara Tainton

Thursday, 15 December 2005 00:00

The publicly sanctioned gift giving season has begun. That means my lover lavishes me with more presents at once than I'm already accustomed to. Lucky for me, there's always a devious plot woven into his every decision. Each surprise comes with a new way to play.

Now, doesn't that lend a lot of creative ideas for sexual use of that kitchen blender? Thankfully, I didn't get one of those for Christmas.

The presents are still trickling in...some for me, some for my lover. Who would want to shun the convenience of online shopping? Some, I've secretly stashed away for opening and implementing on a special night. As for other gifts, we've exchanged a few already, thanks to my lover's notorious impatience.

That means this writer finally has a little corner office of her own. Oh, you may not think that's particularly exciting, opportunity-packed, or sexy. You're just not using your imagination. We've just created a new bit of space, and that means a new place that needs to be broken in.

It's just a desk, but the first fitting place I've had to set my laptop and write or compute away since...well, since I left the corporate life and started using my creative for devious measures in the comfort of my own home. I've been telling Tara's Trysts as my laptop sits before me on the living room floor, on the kitchen counter, on the arm of the couch, on my bed, or just on my lap. If it wasn't for sex offering different positions and the use of all of my muscles, I'd be in sore shape.

Now, I have a desk, and I can write in style. Though, that's not all that desk is going to be used for. My lover has been fantasizing about the picture of me sitting in a proper office, tapping away at the keyboard, and being lost in thought for a very long time. What better prop for a new role playing scenario?

hot office sex

I never had office sex, not before leaving the corporate world. Oh, I wanted it. Yet, even when I dated a coworker for two years, I couldn't convince the timid one to take advantage to our after-hours access to the empty office building. Nope, I was never laid flat on my broad desk to be taken right where the technical writing was conducted for all those conservative male engineers during business days. I wouldn't even take advantage of a utility closet, the kitchen, or the restrooms.

Well, I did take advantage of myself in those bathroom stalls, but that was a necessary remedy to prevent falling asleep during those long afternoons in front of the computer. Or maybe I'd just written a long, sensual story for a certain "friend" that left us both heated and in need of release. Regardless, I was always alone in that stall, silently coming at the doing of my own hand, and as silently as possible. And that's not easy to accomplish.

Ah, but I don't have to wait any longer. I now have access to the manager's seat and consensual abuse of power. I might encourage that young new trainee to prove his skills or willingness to go the extra mile. Or I may be that willing intern eager to impress her older mentor. I'm getting hot just thinking about it.

For now, I only know how it will begin. My lover's described his fantasy many times already. I'm sitting at my desk, completely absorbed by my work, so focused on the computer screen that I don't notice he's even entered the room. He's the naughty new boy on the job who's had his eye on me for quite some time.

I haven't been approachable, but that's exactly what he's contemplated for the last few weeks. He's figured the direct approach works best with me, that I can appreciate a man who knows what he wants and just goes after it. And that's what he does as he takes me completely and pleasantly by surprise.

He crawls under my desk, unbeknownst to our coworkers all around. He's hidden by the walls of my desk and blocked by my own body sitting stiffly upright in my chair. He starts with a touch, tender and purposeful, as he traces the smoothness of my stocking up my inner leg and thigh. Before I can be startled by the touch, it titillates me, and I allow it to continue.

No one can see, so what's the harm? If necessary, I'll put him back in his proper place later. For now, all I know is that I haven't been fucked in a long time, and I could probably orgasm just by feeling his fingertips an inch away from my pussy.

Before I have the chance to reconsider the document on my computer screen or my sterile surroundings, the man beneath my desk is taking advantage of my thin satin panties, stroking until I can feel them damp with my own excitement. Then, they're gently pulled to the side all together, and I know what's coming next. I am, of course, by the flick of his tongue.

Slow and deliberate. Steady and purposeful. This man knows what he's doing, and I can read him in every swipe of his warm tongue. It's not just sex that he wants, not just cheap fulfillment of a longtime fantasy. No, he's after me. As I arch my back precariously in my stiff chair and attempt to disguise my pleasure with a stretch and yawn, I know what I'm in for. This one isn't going to let me go easily. He's going to want more of me, more and more and more.

I'm going to have to deal with this situation very delicately. Oh, but my logic is fading fast. That familiar warmth is gathering me in, filling every vein, and rushing to my feminine core, that delicious spot between my legs. A conspicuous whimper escapes from my lips and I try to cough over it. Appearances don't matter anymore; I can't even move. By taking him in, I've given him approval. He's claimed me now.