The First Touch

Joy never knew it could be so much fun having a job. She woke up everyday in a rush to get ready to get to the office and get up under Antonio. She could feel the heat between them building every day. When she sat across from him at his desk, she could sense his eyes undressing her body. She could almost feel his touch on her skin, licking her nipples, caressing her between her thighs. As he spoke her concentration drifted from what he was showing her, because her mind was stuck in a fantasy of the orgasmic high she was waiting for him to unleash.

Today she wore one of her favorite dresses, a sexy emerald green number. It was short and tight, and framed her hourglass figure like a glove. When she sashayed across the bank lobby, every head turned. By the time she got to her desk on the sixth floor, even her girl Shelly had smart remarks.

“Girl, do you ever wear anything low key? You know you’re about to get raped up in here! And you’re making the rest of us look like old hags.” Shelly started laughing. She was in her mid thirties, with a slender build. She knew she wasn’t bad looking, but she couldn’t compete with Joy.

“Sorry Shelly. When you got it, you have to work it. And I know how to work it.” Joy licked her lips like she was posing for Maxim.

“Joy, I don’t think there’s a man in here today who wouldn’t hand you his whole paycheck just to see you naked, you know that? Including Antonio. You’ve been driving him wild. I’m watching him, and he’s watching you every time you even move to pick up a piece of paper. He‘s hot for your ass. You’d better stop teasing him, or he’ll be on you like flies on an elephant! Now you know the man has a wife,” she reasoned.

She couldn't tell Shelly, but that was just the effect she wanted. She was hoping that with every sway of her hips, and every lick across her lips, it was driving him to the edge. And so what about his wife? Apparently she wasn't all that, or he wouldn't be salivating over her everyday, and coming up with reasons to keep her in his office so much.

Once again, Antonio had managed to keep Joy at the office later than everybody else. He finally told her to pack it up for the night. They were the only ones left on the floor, as he walked behind her ad pushed the button to call the elevator.

“By the way, you look phenomenal in that dress today.” Tony stood very close to her, partially behind her. There was a tendril of hair on the back of her neck, and he longed to move it and kiss the spot it was covering.

“Thanks Mr. Mar…I mean Tony.” She never called him by his last name when they were alone. He saw a bit of color rush to her cheeks.

The elevator doors opened, and they got on. Again, he stood right behind her, close enough for him to hear her breathing. This time, he let his hand graze along the curve of the back of her neck. It must have tickled her, and she put her hand there to feel what had touched her. He caught her hand and kissed it. She spun around, with a stunned look on her face. He knew he had to move quickly, so he pressed his lips against her neck softly, feeling the warmth of her skin and inhaling her scent of honeysuckle and white tea rose up close.

Her eyes drifted up to meet his, as she stood completely speechless and glued in place. The doors were about to open, so he spun her around to face outwards, in case someone was lingering in the lobby. He whispered in her ear from behind, “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.”

The doors opened, and he got off, holding them open for her like nothing had just happened. She looked up at him again, as if trying to figure out when he had flipped the switch. Then she smiled at him, and switched that cute ass out to her car. He hoped she was as obsessed with him as he was with her.