Saturday Morning Coffee

The Build Up

It’s a low-key Saturday, as he walks through the doors of the 3rd floor. The mood is nice, dim and chill because all the lights are still off from the night before. He thinks to himself (Glad a laid-back manager got stuck working the Saturday shift this week.) (Then chuckling to himself). He goes to his desk, logs in, grabs his cup for coffee and heads to the break room to fill it up (his normal morning work routine). Opening the door as soon as he walks out the break room from filling his mug with the free coffee the company provides. He felt someone looking at him, a sixth sense in mind, made him turn in the direction of these eyes that might be trying to create a connection.

His whole-body switches on, much to his surprise these were eyes he would welcome to look at him anytime. These beautiful eyes belong to a girl he just had a dream about the night before. With both sets of eyes aligning, the connection was made. It was like a symphony of attraction with lustful thoughts of desire, bursting through both of their minds. He then thinks back to a conversation he just had with her a week ago. (She told him that, she was excited because she’s working things out with her EX and things look to be different this time around.)

Sadden by that thought, he’s thinks to himself (No way these sexual thoughts can be real on both ends.) So, he shakes it off, breaks the connection. Takes a sip of his coffee, gives her a head nod with a lustful smirk, then walks back to his desk. On the way thinking again to himself (Damn, I don’t care if you have a dude. Girl the things I would love to do to you. )..

Dumbfounded, a little disappointed and kind of upset she turns back to her computer screen, waits a few minutes, then she gets up. She was wearing a nice sexy, but not too sexy dress that hugs her frame and brings out her luscious curves just right. Her dress was long enough to be work appropriate, but just short enough to bait a certain guy and catch his attention. She had on calf length boots and a tight denim jacket, cut just above her waist, both picked out and paired to compliment her dress. Her ensemble, gave her a sexy but work causal look, disguised to get the job done.

Unarmed with no panties on, her thighs are dripping wet, but she knew what she was doing and knows what she wants to be fulfilled today. Normally she wants the man to make the first move and for things to be spontaneous. If she’s going to fuck a guy that is not (her man).

But this Saturday morning is different the thought of being strategic, skillful and crafty with this situation for some reason turned her on. Made her feel like a sexual assassin, contracted to blow the brains out of her targets headless skull; Or a seductive double agent, on a secret, sexual, mission. Mapped out, to get and take down her mark with any sexual tactics and positions that she chooses..

Just so happens, she had a similar dream about him the night before too. Which caused her to blank-out about her current situation and devise a plan of seduction. Both clueless about the sexual dream, they had about each other. But both sharing a moment of a mind fucking to a symphony of sexual attraction. Not seeing the signs, he takes a sip of his coffee, then walks off. She sits there thinking to herself (Why the fuck didn’t he come take me right here at my desk?). She thinks again (I was sitting down, maybe he didn’t really see me.) She turns back to her computer screen, waits a few minutes, then she gets up. Takes down her hair, she had wrapped in a bun with a pen from her desk. Then starts to walk to his desk determined not to fail. Walking up his row, she knows she doesn’t have to say any words because the way she designed herself today, you would have to be blind not to see her art. He looked through his mirror and sees a set of sexy legs walking towards him. Puzzled, wondering if he is seeing a mirage or an illusion of thoughts he just had playing in his mind. As these long perfectly carved legs get closer, he wastes no time hops up and grabs her before she can even pass him by. They kiss then lock eyes with a smile, a moment like this needed no words. They start to kiss again to the symphony of lustful music playing in their heads..

PART 2. (The climax)

Back at his desk, his mind distracted from what just happen by the break room, to do any real work. He looks, into his mirror located next to his computer screen. The mirror he normally uses as a tool to watch his back and make sure no manager or coworker can just sneak up on him, when he is off task not doing the work he’s paid to do. Looking in the mirror, he thinks back to the dream he just had the other night about fucking the girl he just seen moments before.

What’s odd, everything that happened by the break room, was kind of like what was in his dream. Thinking to himself (it felt like she was giving me the come fuck me eyes.). He “sighs”, now mad at himself that he didn’t act in the moment and make a move.

Not a moment later he notices her in the reflection of his mirror. Wasting no time, he grabs her and kisses her, not caring about who is around or the consequence of her feeling not being mutual. In his mind. (This is something he dreamed would happen.). So, when she smiled at him after he kissed her, he knew it was a risk worth taking. Happy that this moment was finally real, he looks her into her eyes and smiles back.

The symphony of sexual attraction sparks back up right away and leads to Intense kissing, touching and rubbing of each other’s bodies. Twisting, turning, pushing things off the filing cabinets, out the way, and on the floor. All this before they could even locate and open the door of the inside stairwell on the 3rd floor. (The closest enclosed space to his desk.).

She’s on a mission to please but still get hers.

She didn't plan this encounter for two seconds of pumping, him getting his, her wasting time and an outfit. She’s been down that road before but learned a few tricks along the way on how to prevent another nigga from racing to get his nut before she can even think about pressing on the gas to get hers.

She’s plans to stay in control, that way if this guy tries to race her, she will make sure she wins or at least come in a close tie. But the buildup alone, already has her closer and closer to the finish line. If he’s built the way she dreamed he was built, just putting the head of his dick in should drive her over that tipping point.

Busting through the door, she pushes him to the top of the stairs, he falls back using his hands to gracefully catch his fall. She walks up the stairs, stands over him and slightly lifts her dress, just enough so he can see she has no panties on. She runs her fingers through his dreads, giving them a slight tug. Then she puts her breast in his face and slowly mounts him, maintaining to keep control. She’s thinking she’s about to give his dick a long ride down her tight, slippery pussy rapid because her juices are hot and flowing.

He pulls the top of her dress down exposing her beautiful breast. licking around her areola, to sucking and nibbling on her nipples. Now his lips, teeth and tongue provide a distraction as he uses his hands to pull the back of hair ever just so right, the spot in her (kitchen area) slightly above the back of her neck.

With his fingers spread wide, he gives her a long, hard scratch down the middle of her back and then another one back up to her neck. He grabs the inside of her collar and slides her jacket down to her wrist. Mind distracted from the pleasure, her arms stuck behind her back, because her jacket was now being used like hand cuffs. All control has been lost, she is caught and is going on a ride to wherever he takes her.

Now in control he grips her ass with both hands in excitement, then pulls up her dress. He was greeted by a pretty second set of lips, freshly waxed and smelling like a sweet forbidden fruit. With her juices dripping so nice, the gloss from her pussy lips seemed like they spoke to him, telling him (come kiss me).

He grabs the back of her thighs and lifts her up putting her pussy to his face. With her arms stuck behind her back, the only place she could grab for was her ankles to try and keep balance. Unable to cover her mouth she bites down on her lip trying to drown out her moans. The smooth up and down motion of his tongue feeling like ocean waters crashing on her clique, so she can’t help but spill out her moan. She likes the sound of her echo’s that the hallow space carries so she gets louder!

He pulls her down and covers her exotic screams with a French kiss. Trying to quiet her, afraid the laid-back manager on duty, might bust in, thinking someone is screaming in distress and looking for help.

He takes the jacket off her wrist. Relieved, she wraps her arms around him and caresses his back, at the same time kissing him on his neck. Dick hard like a flag pole and overly ready to be pinned in its mark. He lifts her up and bends her over the hand rail of the adjacent stairs. Then reaches in his back pocket grabs a condom, ripping packet open with his mouth before he puts it on. Feeling between her legs, making sure her pussy is slick enough for a smooth entry, he glides his dick into her liquidity sheath.

She gives a laud gasp of excitement, fulfilled that the girth of his dick is slowly painting the hall of her pussy walls. Thrilled that the head of his penis is pointing out all the G’s on the sex chart and not missing a spot. Like as if his 3rd eye is being tested in a physical, passing with flying and the results, 20/10 vision.

He’s, breaking her body down like a jack hammer, switch motions, from fast to slow, staying in sync with the vibe of her core, as if they’re dancing to the same rhythm of the same song. Pulling her hair with his left hand and massaging the dip of her back with the palm of his right. She can’t help but put her face into the cuff of her arm, trying to saturate the sounds of her enjoyment.

Pleased by how firm and moist her pussy feels, he cums!! But, he keeps going because he doesn’t plan on stopping until she submits. Not too much longer she comes to the peak of her climax as well. He can tell, because he feels the vibe of her adrenaline slow down, light vagina pulsations on his dick from her pussy and slight shaking in her legs as if they are about to go lame.

Perspiration soaking through her dress on her back, a mixture of body juices seeping on the insides of her legs. He slowly pulls his dick out making sure the condom is still in place. He gives her a gentle kiss on her back, in-between her two shoulder blades.

He, lifts his pants up, walks down the stairs through the doors back to his desk. His, head held high, now feeling like a boxer walking back to his corner, knowing he just won the round. She fixes herself, grabs her jacket and puts it around her arm because it’s too hot to put back on. She walks back in the office feeling satisfied but pleasantly disappointed that her mark got away and her mission compromised.

She thinks to herself (that’s okay, I will get him on the next round.). Then heads to the break room and makes herself a free cup of coffee..

(This Story was sent from a good friend who wanted me to see how his work is. With permission, I have posted it to add to support another creator. Written By Karvell Mack)

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