A Girl Never Knows When The Insistence Arises!

Can this meeting drag on any longer?  I'm struggling to concentrate and keep myself from crawling across the boardroom table to rip the crisp white shirt off obscenely confident and attractive computer guy.  He is way too young, with his peep tats and enthusiastic body language. Does anybody really get that excited about taking a server down.  Down ... Mmmmmm. 

Concentrate Eva!  I better listen!  I’m going to need to say something intelligent in a minute …

Internal sigh … now another less-so-excited-computer person is waffling on about the benefits of the outage.     

"When were you thinking of doing this?" I ask, turning to hottie computer guy …

"This Sunday, the least disruption to the network.  The sooner the better, currently we are at risk.”  He answers looking squarely at me.          

Mmm I like the fact that he meets my gaze, strong, confident, even though he must be the youngest person in the room (possibly the building), not that he looks like a baby, there is a magnetic maturity to him.  Silently exciting!

Computer person number two delves into rapturous detail about our current risk and I spend the rest of the meeting thinking about what I want to do to too-young-to-mention-computer-guy.      

Surfacing from my wicked thoughts.  I close my notebook and say, "If we are at risk as badly as you say, then do it, do it properly and don't fuck it up!  I'd like a full report on Sunday night.  I don’t want any surprises … are we clear?" looking towards Hottie.  Realizing that my heated thoughts have completely released his name from my memory.  A moment’s faulter, gives me away and I feel my cheeks flush.  To distract, I stand to leave.

Hottie stands and reaches forward to shake my hand, firmly but with ease, sending a jolt of sensation that resets my mind and quickens my pulse.  Soft … his hands are so soft.

"It was lovely meeting you Mrs Morgan, I will speak to you after the outage." He lingers holding onto my hand.  

"Mz Morgan", I correct "Excellent, good, great, fine." Oh my hat you have turned into a babbler!  Eva pull it together!         

"Chris, are you coming?"  Sulky computer person two calls on his way out of the boardroom, letting me in on the secret and forcing Hottie to break contact.  A smile creeps across my face and my body is on fire!          

I compose myself and head out of the boardroom to my office, where I close the door and put the air-conditioner on frost-bite, full blast. 

Hungry, but not for food … I flop into my office chair, allowing my mind to wonder ... what I could do to that young thing?  Shame, I might break him.  I giggle.

Looking at my wrist, I see it is 5.01pm.  After a couple more emails my working day will be done.  But I am not going to get anything done feeling … restless.  I push my thighs together realizing I am soaking wet.  Walking over to my office door, I open it, looking out and realize that most of the office has already run screaming for the exit.  

Returning to my office, I close and lock my office door, walk back to my desk, open my bottom drawer and, diving into my handbag - to a discreet pocket zip, I pull out my ever trusty compact play-toy.  A girl never knows when the insistence arises.    

Edging my skirt up, so I can access my lace panties, which quite frankly are doing nothing to keep moisture in, I I feel my body and my fantasies borrow Hottie Computer Guy – Chris - to enjoy the moment. 

I remove my panties and switch on the discreet vibrator.  With the lower half of my exposed body under my oak desk, I play with my wet lips at the entrance to my sex and could easily lose the vibrator into the wetness.  Moving over my clit with the vibrator, my toes curl in my Jimmy’s as the sensation automatically opens me up – wider - to more.  I touch my aching breasts which are complaining bitterly about my suite and I can feel my nipples are tight.  I can almost feel his lush wet lips nibble with determined softness and I arch my back at the thought of it.  Running the vibrator up and down my wet sex … what I would give to have Chris here now … to play with … frustrating!  Sensation claws at my belly and I concentrate the nib of the vibrator on my clit, and concentrate even harder not to moan loudly.  My mind holds onto Chris and can only imagine what delights his clothes hide.  Ripping off his shirt and running my nails across his soft, smooth, muscular, defined chest.  Oh yes, I could so do him.  The chase is on and I can feel I am getting closer, what would his mouth feel like on my sex, on my body, on my mouth … oh yes, so close … I’m coming, coming hard and bucking, silently in my chair to the release of my body as my first Chris orgasm devours my body, thoughts and my fantasies …

You can call me Eva!  You don’t know me … But you want to …

Fiction, Flirtation and Fantasy … by C. Kelly