I’m in the company’s kitchen and my mind is full of improper thoughts. I’m kind of cataloguing the male staff around into categories: shaggable, marriageable, datable, fuckable in doubles (oooh!), just cute, horrible, no fucking way, etc. I was wearing my most innocent face but my thoughts must have leaked out of me because for some unfathomable reason the most delicious of them decided to show me his belly button. Gosh! I thought of tripping and falling face down into his exposed belly, ripping his underwear with my teeth and mouthing his dick. Apparently he was showing me how the company’s trousers weren’t fitting well.

Barely able to breathe normally I excuse myself and go to the backup room. It is a little locked room with a table, a rack of computer stuff and backup units. Daily I have to change the backup tapes. I left the door ajar and sat at the chair, changing the two tapes, wearing my iPod, comfortable with my back to the door. That is when I hear someone behind me and the closing of the door. I take a second to realise what is happening because I’m distracted with a song playing in my ears and fumbling with the tape cases. Before I’m able to turn around to look who is there I feel an open hand going through my hair,  I have an intense conscience of each of his fingers caressing my head. That felt surely as a man’s hand.

I turn and there he is, my most recent fantasy character: the man that had shown me his belly button. I have a pretty accurate radar to detect men that are good in bed. This one shows all the good signs of being one of those, his age doesn’t matter too much, I am confident that his years of existence were enough to teach him “the art”. Actually, just by the way he is holding my hair I am sure that I’m right. He doesn’t say a word, pulls my face to his and kisses me passionately.

I am happy with the silence, it wouldn’t be good if someone heard anything from outside of the room. Funny that I don’t feel that he is in a rush, he just kisses me like he has all the time in the world and releases small, almost inaudible, moans.

I can feel a heat spreading from my middle section to my whole body. Being cold most of the day it is a powerful feeling. I surface from the kiss to take a deep breath, look into his beautiful eyes and get lost in his gaze. He is breathing heavily but wears a cheeky sexy smile. Still holding my hair he keeps looking into my eyes, maybe looking for confirmation. Whatever he is searching for, he finds it.

He kisses me again and starts trying to read my body in Braille, exploring each piece of me with his hands. His smell is of sea and the wind, so fresh and delicious. He seems to carry in his hair the contact with the ocean. I start touching whatever bare skin I can find. His neck and down his neck line, my hand searches for the belly from which the image was still burning in my mind.

His taste was inebriating and by the look on his face, so is mine. He gets his hands to open my jeans and one skilfully slips inside. It is a difficult task to laugh without a sound when his expression changes to something between amazement, disbelief and childish pleasure. I could feel him caressing the soft and hairless surface and my knees almost buckle when his fingers find the core.

I opened his trousers, the ones that were large and loved the sensuality of his underwear, I look down and then up again, letting him see my pleasure in my face. Kissing his neck and opening his shirt, trailing kisses on his chest as I attack each button, I open his shirt then his trousers; going down and downer I could feel him getting hard and harder.

When I was finally kneeling in front of him I breathe through his boxers, transferring my heated air through to his cock. His head, the upper head went back and he closed his eyes, mouth open, with difficulty without making a sound.

Then I lower the underwear and reach my prize. I get his hand and, looking up to meet his eyes, guide it to the back of my head. His cock gets even harder. I put it into my mouth, while I strike the shaft with one hand and hold the base and the balls with the other. I make it wet with my saliva and then pass the tip all over my face and neck only to suck it again. I use my tongue on the tip of his penis circling the most sensitive part and give special attention to the “special v”. He releases a low guttural sound. I look at him and stop to take my finger to my lips for the universal sign of silence.

As soon as I get back to the job he comes into my mouth. I swallow. He takes a few seconds to move and pulls me up and hugs me. It is difficult to breathe how strong his embrace is. He is inhaling heavily into my ear and shaking a bit. In a few minutes he gets calmer. We straighten our clothes and praying no-one sees us, get out of the place and back to work.

My productivity is near zero all afternoon as all I can think of is the phrase he whispered to me just before we left the backup room: “tonight, your place”.

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