An Office Affair

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He always screwed me with his eyes. Whether walking past me or across the room, I could feel it, and without a doubt, they were always fixed on me, like a magnet.

I’d been working at the firm three years when Micha came in as a Legal Assistant a year ago. I really didn’t think much of him upon introductions, in fact, I snubbed him, but there were always the head turns or glances in passing and from across the office. Admittedly, I liked the attention from a good-looking guy, and within weeks, I could feel a crush developing. I started playing Micha’s game back, and shortly after, my crush turned into lust controlling me, and deep down, I coveted him, despite rumored facts that he went through women as much as he showered.

We continued exchanging glances from afar, and we barely spoke for the first two months. Eventually, we engaged in brief conversation consisting of the usual hello, goodbye and how are you’s. Micha and I shared the same small group of individuals who socialized outside of the office, but even in those social situations, he mostly stayed to himself but would intently watch me when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

Upon departing from the group after Friday night happy hour, I said goodbye and he reached out to give me a high five. Really? A high-five? Our co-workers were busy in their own side discussions as I returned the gesture and shied away from his glare. My body tingled as our skin touched. “See you soon,” he said, wrapping his hand around mine, as if he didn’t want to let go. I pulled away from his grip and looked down and rand my hand through my hair. “Yeah, see ya.”

I turned to walk to my car, peeking over my shoulder to see him still standing there, watching me, when his good friend and our fellow co-worker, Jay nudged him as if casino oyna to tell him “lets go,” breaking, his eyes away from me. I drove through the parking lot and Micha’s car approached my direction. As he drove past, he flashed me a a sexy smirk.

A smile that screamed “Do me!” A smile that made me want to tear his clothes off.

The scenario Monday morning at the office was odd. I was staring out the window into the cloudy sky and saw Micha’s car pull up out of the corner of my eye. My heart pounded as I reached in my purse to give myself a quick once over.

He hopped up the steps and walked through the main doors, muttering a quick “hey” as he walked past me. The rest of the day was quiet and Micha did not say anything else, in fact, he avoided me and retreated to the opposite end of the office, keeping distance. He completely ignored my existence, except for the staring.

What. The. Fuck.

Jay made his way into work and greeted me as normal with a hug and peck on the cheek. “How you feeling, doll?”


He started to walk away. “Hey, Jay?”

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. “What’s up?”

“Well – uh- did Micha say anything about me to you?”

“No, why? Something happen?”

“No, nevermind.” I lied.

“You sure? You wouldn’t ask for no reason.”

“I’m sure. Thanks, Jay.”

He politely shrugged me off went to his office space and I got up to go to the ladies’ room, when rounding the corner, I bumped chest-to chest into guess who? He put his hands on my arms and we looked at each other, startled. I flushed and quickly snapped out of it, pissed. I said nastily, “don’t run me over,” to which he replied with a sneer, “I’ll try.”

I broke away from him and hustled past him to the restroom. I forced the canlı casino door to the bathroom shut despite its hydraulics. I leaned over the sink, baffled, yet trying to compose the rage building up inside my chest.

“That douche bag!” I said aloud to my reflection in the vanity mirror, understanding what he was doing. He was play me like all those trampy girls he shacked up with. He was trying to lead me on with that little act Friday night and when I didn’t drop my panties, he blew me off. But, he did something to me and I felt sexually charged when I saw him. I decided to beat him at his own game and give him something to really stare at. I dressed a little more provocatively than I usually preferred, showing a little more cleavage and wearing more form fitting clothing, including skirts and dresses.

A month passed and still nothing, so I avoided Micha at all costs. If we were approaching each other in the hallways, I kept my head down and darted in the opposite direction, obvious I was staying away, but sometimes I’d turn back to see Micha looking confused.

The sparse conversation we began to have was just about non-existent and was barely hi or bye, until one day as I was heading out to lunch, Micha walked straight to me from the other end of the hall. As I walked faster to divert him, Micha caught up and grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down the alcove of the hallway and through the doorway for the stairwell. I tried to pry his hand off me as he lead me underneath the staircase pushed me up against the wall, staring at me. I opened my mouth to protest, but Micha put his mouth over mine, running his warm, slick tongue over my lips, and any anger I was feeling turned into complete arousal, sending every one of my nerve endings throbbing and longing. I started kissing him kaçak casino with force and nibbled his bottom lip. As soon as I mentally hoped no one would come down from the office, there was a clickity-clack of heels on the stairs above us.

“Shh” Micha gently placed his hand over my mouth and I took in his natural, musky scent as we froze in place, my craving for him growing stronger as I inhaled. Micha peeked around the stairs when we heard door close. He removed his hand from my face and hiked up my skirt, giving me slack to move when he lifted me up against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“You have no clue how badly I’ve wanted you,” he breathed into my face, with his baritone whisper.

“You shouldn’t have played games.”

Before I could say anymore, he pulled me into him and slid his tongue into my mouth, pressing his body hard into mine. I could feel something else hard pressing against my pelvic bone.

We both gasped in pleasure and Micha reached down, unzipping his pants and released his arrow-straight member from confinement. While using one arm to hold me to the wall, he pulled a Trojan from his back pocket and ripped the packaging open with his teeth and slid it on. He pulled the crotch of my panties to one side before sliding himself into me. I let out a moan and Micha looked me hungrily, shushing me again before taking a deep thrust. The thrill of of being quiet and the possibility of getting caught aroused me into climax almost instantly as he took short, fast strokes into me, finishing quickly. Micha grunted as he achieved climax and rested his head on my shoulder licking my collar bone then making his way up my neck and to my panting mouth.

We put our disheveled clothes back together and I combed my fingers through my hair. I straightened my skirt as Micha straightened his tie. We took careful steps out from under the staircase, maiking sure no one was coming through the door into the stairwell and snuck out, going back to work.

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