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Afternoon In Laura
by N. Ambrusco (n_ambrusco@hotmail.com)

***

A couple's first time making love in their office. (MF, 
rom)

***

Laura's coming out our office door as I'm coming in, 
and suddenly we're face to face, less than six inches 
between us. I realize this is my chance, one that I'll 
probably never have again, but I have half a second to 
take it or it's gone. So I grab her lapels in my fists, 
pull her body into mine, and kiss her hard on the 
mouth.

I keep my eyes open, just to make sure, and I see her 
eyes go wide too. She wasn't expecting this. I lick the 
tip of my tongue over her teeth and between, exploring 
the warm texture of her soft palette. I pause a moment 
to give her a moment to pull away if she wants.

Laura doesn't kiss me back, but she also doesn't try to 
move away, so I let go of her bomber jacket to wrap my 
arms around her waist. My right hand moves slowly up 
her spine, feeling her taut runner's muscles quiver 
under my touch. My left hand drifts down to her belt, 
but I resist the urge to cup her ass. I love her, I 
admit, and I don't want this to be over too quickly.

After nearly a minute I break our kiss and lift my 
mouth off her, but I keep her body pressed into mine. 
Not hard, you understand. She could break free if she 
wants. But I sure hope she doesn't.

"Neil?" she whispers.

"If you want me to stop," I breathe, "just give the 
word."

"What..." She rolls her eyes down to my throat, where I 
imagine she can see my pulse. My heart is beating so 
fast. "What brought this on?"

"I didn't plan this, I assure you."

Laura nods, distractedly, like she didn't really hear 
me. She opens her lips to speak, but nothing comes out. 
I watch her swallow, hard. Her mouth is so beautiful. 
Lips thin but round, and firmer than I'd imagined, with 
small white teeth. I love to watch her talk, because 
her bow-shaped mouth is hypnotic in its movements. She 
has a small scar by the right corner of her mouth, 
maybe a chicken pox scar from childhood. I don't know 
exactly what it is, and I never thought it appropriate 
to ask, but it dances as she speaks to me. I've wanted 
to give her a quick peck on that scar since I first met 
her, so now I do. Her skin is warm under my lips.

"Why?" she finally asks.

"Because I love you."

"Me?" Her creamy face is slightly round under a head of 
curls the color of sunset, and when she blushes the 
color is almost too beautiful to be real. She takes a 
deep breath between her teeth, and I feel her breasts 
press into me through my shirt. "Neil?"

"I thought you knew."

"I had no idea."

"Oh, Laura." I whisper her name, and the feel of it on 
my lips reminds me of the prayers I said at my bedside 
when I was a boy. "We've been bantering back and forth 
across our desks for nearly a year now."

"But... but I thought..." Her wide green eyes move all 
over my face.

"You thought what? That I would praise your beauty and 
pledge my devotion just to make you laugh at work? That 
I would say you were everything a man could hope for 
just to pass the time?"

"Well, yes."

I slip two fingers through her belt loop and draw 
little circles on the small of her back with my thumb. 
"Is that what you did?"

"Um, no, but I..." She can't seem to find words.

"Do you want me to stop?" I begin to ruck her shirt 
tail up from her jeans, inch by inch, under her jacket.

"I don't know."

I lean in and give her a slow, gentle kiss between her 
eyes. "I love you," I breathe, and my breath on her 
skin gives her visible goose bumps. "I need you," I 
say, and kiss her left cheek. "I dream about you when 
I'm alone," I say, and kiss her right cheek. "I cry for 
you when you're not here with me," and I kiss her on 
the lips again, not so hard this time, but with the 
same warm urgency.

That's when I feel her arms lift. She puts her hands on 
my hips, and her long, light fingers are like fire 
through my jeans. She still seems tentative, though, 
like she's scared to give in to me.

I lift my mouth off her lips and press my forehead into 
hers. "Tell me to stop and I will," I say. "Is that 
what you want?"

"I don't know," she repeats.

"I only want this if you want it too. I want to 
disappear into your flesh. I want to get lost in your 
soul."

"But I don't just want to give away my body," she 
whispers back. Her eyes are closed and her voice 
trembles. "I'm not some office whore."

"No, you're not."

"I don't know what people say I am..."

"You're Laura, the woman I see when I close my eyes. 
You're Laura, the voice who answers when I pray. And I 
don't want your body, Laura: I want to belong to you."

Her hands slide around to embrace my ass. For a moment 
her tapered fingers lift, then she gives me a light 
squeeze and raises up to kiss me.

What a mouth. Her lips open so little, her teeth 
gleaming, and when I put my mouth to hers I feel her 
breath, warm and fluttering. She's still afraid, I 
realize, but not of me. Her feelings must be so big and 
so sudden; I can't imagine what she might be going 
through right now.

As we kiss, her hands begin to explore my back. She 
takes a big fistful of my shirt and pulls it up. I feel 
my shirt tail slide from under my belt, and she plants 
one warm palm flat on my skin. That's when the fear 
hits me too.

What have I started? Her hand is so soft, so warm. We 
can never go back after this is over. She rakes her red 
nails across my spine. Do I deserve this marvel that is 
Laura? One finger slips under my belt and touches the 
crack of my ass.

No fear anymore. I reach up to grab her jacket, and she 
lifts her arms just long enough to shrug it off. I drop 
it on the floor beside us and stick one foot out behind 
me to kick the office door close. Most of the staff has 
gone home, but you never know.

"Promise me," she says.

"Promise you what?"

"I don't know. But promise me, and I'll know if it's 
right."

I lean my face down so my lips just brush the cup of 
her ear. "I promise I'm here for you," I whisper, and 
as my breath puffs into her ear I feel her shiver 
against my body. "I promise to be yours, and you can 
decide what's too far and what's far enough. I 
promise..." I can't think for a moment. My heart is 
racing. I never thought this would ever happen, it was 
a choice of an instant, but now it's real. "I promise 
myself to you for as long as you'll have me."

Laura slides her head down to bury her face in the 
hollow of my shoulder. Neither of us moves for a 
moment. We're like statues. But every frightened, 
fluttering breath presses her further into my body, and 
her skin is so warm under my hands. I wait for her to 
decide what's next.

Finally Laura's hands slide around to the front of my 
body and she grasps me by the belt. "I promise you the 
same," she says, so soft I almost can't hear her, then 
she pulls me away from the door and out into the middle 
of the room, where we sink gratefully into the carpet.

Her blue silk blouse has big square buttons, and I take 
my time sliding each button through its hole. I let my 
fingers linger at her breasts, and just the thumbs dip 
into her cleavage, hooking lightly under her bra, the 
tips resting on her soft secret skin. She unbuckles my 
belt and opens my fly. We both pause in our rhythms and 
lean in together for another kiss. Her tongue is so 
warm, so firm, more even than I could have dreamed 
about.

Laura sits up just a moment to shrug out of her blouse, 
and turns to let me admire her body. Her timing is so 
perfect, and so is her frame. She's no rail-thin 
fashion model, in fact she's maybe got a little more 
than average on her bones, which she's hidden well 
under her clothes. But each ounce is in just the right 
place, with firm breasts and a gently curving belly, 
arms so smooth, muscles lightly toned by years of 
running.

I roll up onto one elbow and kiss her gently on her 
navel. She giggles softly.

"I love you," I say into her belly.

She strokes my hair with her soft slim fingers. "I need 
you," she whispers back.

I lie down and let her pull my shirt up over my 
shoulders without unbuttoning. Only then does it occur 
to me that I'm not as athletic as her, she might think 
I'm too soft. My body probably looks flabby and slack 
to her. But she cups her hands over my nipples and 
presses me over onto my back.

Laura straddles me. We're both shirtless now, and as 
she leans down to kiss me, I reach up to unhook her 
bra. She lifts her arms so it slides off, and as we 
press our bodies together her bra is caught between us. 
When she rises I can see her breasts. She has the most 
crimson nipples I've ever seen, now erect against her 
creamy pale skin, with gentle areolas moving back. I'm 
amazed how little her firm round breasts move as she 
sways back to open her jeans.

I raise up my hands to cup Laura's breasts, and she 
smiles down at me. She leans forward, crushing herself 
into my hands. Her heart pounds into the palm of my 
hand, racing just as fast as mine. Here we both are, 
doing something we never planned. Both scared but so 
caught up in the moment that there's no turning away. I 
give her breasts a light squeeze as she leans into me. 
She wraps her hands over mine as she leans forward to 
kiss my mouth again.

Then she leaps up, opens her jeans, and steps out of 
them, leaving her standing in front of me in nothing 
but a pair of damp silk panties. The chiseled lines of 
her leg muscles glisten tan and taut under a fine layer 
of sweat. She drops to one knee and grasps the waist of 
my jeans, hooking her thumbs into my boxers as she 
does. I raise my buttocks off the carpet and she yanks, 
leaving me naked before her in one smooth stroke.

"Is this real?" I ask, not daring to believe it might 
be.

"I don't know," she replies, as she stretches out atop 
me. "But if it's a dream, I hope it lasts."

Laura slides her hands under my shoulders and pulls, 
rolling me over on top of her, and as I land I bend to 
run my tongue between her breasts. Her skin tastes of 
salt and wind. Perhaps she took lunch at the park. She 
laces her fingers through my hair and presses my head 
into her body, steering me from one nipple to another. 
I circle each with my tongue, then take the tips 
lightly between my teeth and give each a quick nip. She 
gives a small yelp and arches her back into me, 
pressing us closer until I struggle to breath.

With her body pressing up to me, I slip my hands under 
her back. Her shoulder blades are hard and sharp in my 
palms. The muscles of her back flex and roll as my 
hands slide down, and when I cup her ass in both palms, 
I realize there's not an inch of her that isn't firm 
under my fingers. I slide her panties down, and she 
lifts her legs up to let me pull them off.

I take some skin of her belly between my teeth and suck 
on it. She moans and pushes herself against me. Our 
bodies are hot, wet, pulses racing. Her skin tastes 
fresh, clean. She's like summer, like wind, like every 
dream where she's crossed my brain. I raise myself back 
up so our faces are level.

Her mouth is warm and her jaws work on me as we explore 
each other's mouths. I pause a moment and lift my face 
off hers. "Laura."

"What?"

"Are you ready?"

"I need this," she whispers, sounding like she's just 
run a marathon.

"But are you ready?"

"Yes."

As we kiss again I raise my body up to find her. I 
slide into her, not all at once, but just a few inches. 
She's no virgin, but she's warm and tight, with 
athletic muscles which rub against me and feel so good. 
I pull back and thrust, pushing just a little further, 
oh, so warm, further, so tight, oh, further, oh, is it 
real, oh, is it us, oh, Laura I love you, oh, Laura I 
need you, oh, Laura.

Laura.

Laura.

And we kiss and we make love and her flesh so warm, 
mouth so willing, breasts so firm, back so strong, legs 
reaching around to grip me, Laura, her hair in my eyes, 
oh, my hands holding her ass, she strokes my spine in 
time, oh, she smells like new rain, Laura, her eyes 
green, flashing like lightning, oh Laura.

And she whispers. "Neil. Yes. Like that. More. More! 
Yes! Neil! Neil!"

"Laura! Goddess!"

"Neil!"

"Laura!"

And I feel it on me, her eyes go wide, I push, I push, 
I start to come. It's like a dam breaks. I push. I 
come. "Laura!"

"Neil! Oh!"

And I feel her, she pushes, she clenches, her legs, her 
cunt, her arms, she clenches, so, so, yes, I, she, I, 
we, love, yes, you, I, yes, oh, so, Laura, love, oh, 
yes, I, you, you, love, you...

I suck in a breath, one big lungful, that's when I 
realize I haven't been breathing. We lie there, me 
still in her, arms and legs holding tight. We're 
covered in sweat. The room smells of sex. We don't dare 
move. The clock ticks on the wall. Our office is 
silent. I lean in so my lips just brush the cup of her 
ear.

"I love you."

"Promise me," she whispers back.

"What?"

"You have me. I'm yours. Promise me you won't leave me. 
Promise me this isn't you using me one time."

"Laura, Laura. I could never leave you." I kiss her, I 
glide my tongue into her hair and taste her sweat. "I 
belong to you," I tell her. "I'm yours. Only yours."

She sinks her face into the hollow of my shoulder 
again, where she plants a kiss and sucks on my skin. 
Her gorgeous muscular legs, still wrapped around me, 
slide up and down my thighs as she digs her nails into 
my back. I feel my heart beating faster.

"I love you," she whispers.

And that's all I've wanted to hear. I feel my balls 
tightening again, ready to make more love with this 
goddess of women. I bend to kiss the back of her neck. 
"Laura," I whisper, as I gently start to move inside 
her. "Laura."

The workday at this office will never be the same 
again.

END

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