TS Episode 2 – Unnerve Me

Episode 2 of the Twitter Story Continues … Now, we discover, what they are late for …

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We couldn’t be late.  Not for this meeting.  A make or break deal – our lives depended on it.  It was our only hope or the dream would die.

I fumbled frantically with the buttons on the machine.  But the projector just wouldn’t work.  What was I doing wrong?

I sighed and glared at the archaic device, frustrated at the situation.  I couldn’t let this unnerve me. The show had to go on either way.

Like nails on a chalkboard, the door creaks open, startling me.  “Thank God, you’re here!  I can’t get it to work!” I playfully pout at you.

“Here let me do it.” You ease behind me, wrapping your arms around mine, “You had the cable plugged into the wrong port.”

I press my body into yours, my ass rubbing your cock through your pants.  “And which port is the right one?” I flutter my eyes flirtatiously.

Your left hand seizes my breast as you dive into my neck, pulling me closer, wedging me tightly between the conference table and you.

Your right hand inches its way up my thigh, slowly lifting up my skirt until you find what you are searching for:  the sweet curve of my ass

Your touch takes my breath away as you squeeze my cheek, prying and tugging – making me feel vulnerable, exposed and at your mercy.

I purr quietly under your spell, attempting to ignore the soft buzz of the machinery that lies before me, a reminder of our meeting.

“I don’t think we should do this in here.”  I whisper, turning to you, catching your mouth with mine and locking onto your lips.

Cackling, you pull away, “Just relax …” Your voice trails off as you pull my leg onto the table so it is parallel to the floor.

Shifting my panties to the side, I feel your fingers slip into my wetness, pressing into my tenderness, diving into me, in waves of pleasure.

You push me forward, the cool hard wood of the conference table presses into my skin, sending tingles down my spine.

The coldness contrasts to the heat pressed into my pussy, my nipples firmly push through my shirt, stiffening with each stroke of your hand.

I hear the faint sound of metal grinding; it could only be one thing: the zipper of your pants cascading down.

You grip my hip and pull me into you, sliding your cock firmly inside in one swift motion.  I gasp in shock and delight, squirming under you.

Fullness fills every inch. Pressure builds as my pussy clutches your cock as it pounds deeper into me, thrusting me nearly across the table.

Unable to control my voice any longer, a moan of lust escapes my lips, echoing throughout the empty space, surely vibrating outside the room.

My legs begin to tremble and grow weak.  I become unsteady as I attempt to hold my balance as my toes barely graze the floor.

Like an earthquake, overtaking my entire body, my body quivers in orgasmic ecstasy, leaving me in a breathless state of bliss.

Startling us from our rendezvous, the quiet click of the turning door handle floods the room.  I jump to my feet smoothing out my dress.

I shoot you my best, ‘I can’t believe you just did that look’, before turning my attention to the Chief Officers of your company.

My eyes do a double take and I turn my attention back to you.  I can’t believe that she just walked through the door.

Through clenched teeth I mumble, “I thought you said we were meeting with the President of the company… .”

Regaining my composure, I begin; “Good Morning …” I couldn’t let this unnerve me. There was too much on the line. The show had to go on.

~ by E on December 4, 2009.