Office Diaries

Up in one of the elegant offices, on the forty-fifth floor of a prestigious tower in the heart of Victoria City, far from the hustle and bustle of the streets below, the people had long since left for home saved for the two souls who remained to work on some important documents.

The night had gotten deeper, however, and work had been finished a couple of hours ago, and yet, the two stayed in the modish office, this time engaged in another urgent activity as the boss described it as such.

The bright lights had been switched off, replaced by a dim, hazy brilliance, casting shadows in the spacious room. The faint illumination, nonetheless, was enough to see the silhouette of the diligent staff working their way into each other in the most intimate of ways.

A hand lay flat against the glass wall, pushing against it as another one – a larger one covered it as two people tried their best to support themselves. The darkened room was silent saved for the monotonous humming of the air-conditioning and their pants as the two locked in a primitive embrace at the corner of the room. Their shirts were in total disarray while their lower clothing pooled around their feet.

"Wait – ah!" the smaller and slender figure in the shadows protested. Her creamy white skin radiated even in the darkness. She gasped when her lover pushed himself within her. He fully impaled his huge shaft as he crowed with pŀėȧsurė.

"I –"she added just as her lover took possession of her own throbbing nub in front, pressing on it in a deliciously torturous pace and all thoughts disappeared, her logic flying out the window.

Her would have been protests died in her lips, replaced by throaty cries as white-hot sensuality invaded her system, racking her body with its electrifying intensity.

"Mine…" she heard her lover whisper against her ear as she felt sharp teeth nibbling her lobe and her body shuddered, her mind focused on nothing but the bulbous shaft pushing, moving in and out of her softened core, hitting the sėnsɨtɨvė bundle of nerves over and over, driving her to the edge.

She was nearly there, she knew, and soon her toes curled up, her legs collapsing as she screamed her release, his sėx dripping white ribbons down her legs as she scratched the glass wall.

Weakened, she felt herself being lifted off her feet and consequently transferred to the huge oak desk. By the sounds she heard, her lover had haphazardly cleared his office table, but she didn't ponder on that. Lying flat on her back, her lover spread her legs as he stepped in between them. He stared intently at her eyes as he then wrapped her legs around his waist and almost immediately, she felt her lover's manhood within her once more.

"Oh…" her lover mȯȧnėd as he bent over her, his lips zeroing in on hers and she reached out; her hand clutched at his hair, pulling him against her as she felt another wave of pŀėȧsurė building up at the pit of her stomach.

"Oh God," she whispered as she continued to pant, while her lover collapsed on top of her.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, each catching their breaths, feeling their heartbeats as they gradually normalized.

"Up," she commanded and the man grinned in the shadows before he planted a playful kiss on her shoulder and lifted himself up. "Close the drapes before you open the lights," she added upon seeing the man's silhouette crossing the room for the switch.

"Why are you so worried? We're sky-high – no one would peek on us," the man retorted but he followed anyway, pushing the buŧŧon that would close the drapes before switching on the lights.

Brightness flooded the room and the woman who remained lying flat on the table flinched, her arms automatically lifted, covering her face, blocking the sudden light which hurt her eyes.

"Oh, hello there Secretary Zhang," the man greeted her mockingly and the woman, Ashley Zhang, slowly opened her eyes, lifting her head high enough to see him.

Her vision, however, was half blurry as she knew without a doubt that somehow, as they made love earlier, she had lost her other contact lens somewhere.

She could still see clearly with her other eye, however, and what she saw made her breath hitch. Her lover, with his six feet frame of rippling muscles, tanned skin and acres of powerful legs stood lazily against the wall near the switch where his pair of intelligent almond eyes surveyed her as she lay on the table. He was nȧkėd save for the unbuttoned long-sleeved shirt that he had on. He wore such a boyish grin on his small handsome face which had sent so many hearts aflutter, flashing that perfect set of white teeth of his and she swallowed hard seeing the huge manhood resting in between those sinewy thɨġhs.

She, on the other hand, wasn't that much to look at. Ashley was cursed with a slender body, regardless that she took pains on working out, she remained that – slender. Aside from that, she had a dislike of her own very fragile feature too with her doe-shaped eyes and a mop of black hair that was at this moment in total chaos. She knew that at this moment, she looked a total mess and a bout of insecurity ȧssailed her again.

Other than her milky white skin, she thought she had no other redeeming feature. So until now, she couldn't quite believe that the man – the godlike man before her was hers. Yes, Alex Li, her boss and her lover was hers.

It took more than a year for their romance to develop since Ash never really believed such a person could fall for her. Rich, handsome and very intelligent, the young president was everything a man could ever want to be – everything that Ashley was both in awe and scared about to have in a lover. But after a year of endless pursuit, the secretary gave in. She and Alex had been together for two years now, and in a week's time, the two of them would be lawfully married.

Thinking about their wedding added to Ashley's breathlessness and she flicked her tongue out to wet her dry lips unconsciously – something that she had no idea her lover found very… alluring.

"What are you thinking about?" Alex Li asked her as he crossed the room to her table, his hand automatically reaching for her silky thɨġhs, ċȧrėssing its smooth length as he bent over to look at her in the eye.

He must have noticed the difference between her two orbs and he frowned. "You lost your contact lens again," he commented as if it wasn't his fault, making her remember what she was trying to protest about earlier.

"Yah!" the secretary shrieked as she pushed her lover off her, sitting on the table with all the elegance of a spitting mad cat. "I said no more sėx in the office! You broke your promise again," she said accusingly as she slapped his broad ċhėst, making Alex step back laughing.

"I never promised you that," Alex countered, totally amused. "I said I won't make love to you in the office when we have a lot of work to do and when you don't have spare undėrwėȧr."

"But that's just it!" Ashley eyed her clothes and her wet pȧntɨės and all the mess in the room in general and she felt like crying.

Her lover had a very healthy appetite for ȧduŀt time, but she who was the receiver was the one who had to clean everything up and was always the one to go home in a total muddle that it was embarrassing. After the last time when she had been forced to go home without undėrwėȧr, Ash drew the line on having sėx in the office – something that this man had forgotten.

"I don't have a spare!" Ashley was totally upset, her face crumpling in distress. Annoyed, she grabbed her pȧntɨės which dangled on her left ankle and threw it at her lover who seemed amused at her worries. "What the heck's so funny, you horny bastard?"

Alex, on the other hand, remained smiling as he caught her undėrwėȧr, kissed it and placed it in his brėȧst pocket. Like a lazy cat, he approached the table again, grabbed her arm when she tried to push him away once more with one hand, and used the other to reach for the table drawer's handle and pulled it open.

"Don't be upset, honey. Look," he said as he motioned for her to look at the drawer's contents.

"What the…" Ashley's voice trailed off, her mouth hanging open as she saw boxes and boxes of branded undėrwėȧr inside.

Aside from that, there were boxes of contact lenses too, all in soft hazel color which Alex preferred she wore next to the boxes of ċȯndȯms and lubricants. 

"Y-you…" speechless, she turned to her lover whose smile was smug, obviously proud of his work.

"– are a boy scout. Yes I am," Alex finished with a mischievous grin as he pushed her back, flat on the table, his almond eyes dancing merrily at her bewildered expression.

"Alex Li what are you doing?" she asked in panic as she looked around the messy room, noting the handprints on the glass wall where she leaned against earlier.

"Putting the stock to good use," the CEO answered as he dipped his head at her ċhėst capturing one erect nɨppŀė in his mouth and suċkɨnġ on it.

"But we haven't cleaned yet!" she protested but he had other activities in mind.

Letting go of the nɨppŀė, Alex grabbed his swivel chair behind him and sat as he buried his head in between her thɨġhs, giving the still sėnsɨtɨvė nub there a good lick before answering.

"I'll clean. I'll clean later. Much, much later…" he murmured as he kissed her in her forbidden place, setting her body on fire again.