The Look in Her Eyes_(1) - Sex Stories

The Look in Her Eyes_(1)

Claire was the only person left in the office. It was a Friday, and those who had not taken a half day or a whole day off were at lunch. She had been invited along, but needed to work more than she needed to take a long lunch.

It was strange to have the entire office empty. But she also enjoyed the silence. She could get work done quicker without anyone to distract her.

Sitting on her desk, next to her computer, was a book. Beautiful Bastard. She’d been reading it on the train, and sometimes at work when she wanted a break from looking at her computer. People would stare, when they knew the content of the book. She could see them looking. But it didn’t matter. She wanted to read the book more than worry about what others thought might be going through her mind.

They would never be able to guess, anyway.

She couldn’t believe how wet it made her. Arriving at work, it was tempting to walk in, rush to the bathroom, and finish the job that a book and her imagination had started.

Work sex. A boss and young female employee, was roughly the storyline. If only, she thought. But no. No attractive boss. Sadly, nobody at all who she found attractive. Unless that changed anytime soon or she found a new job, the fantasy would not, and could not, come true.

Claire’s mind began to slip from work, and back towards the book. Taking a break would be great. She’d been typing almost non-stop since the morning. Reading a little would break up the monotony of the day so far.

Maybe since nobody was in the office, she thought, it could be a good time to act out at least half of the fantasy. Sex in the office still, but with an imaginary boss and a few fingers that, by this point, knew exactly where to go and for how long. The fact that she was wearing a dress would make it easy.

No, she couldn’t. It was a nice thought, but it was either the real thing or nothing.

The bell on the front door chimed, meaning somebody had come back to the office. She peeked up over the cubicle wall. It was Chris, one of her co-workers. New to the office. Awkward to stand next to, since he was a full foot taller than her.

Chris saw Claire’s head pop up, and waved. She smiled and waved back. A friendly smile, nothing more. Chris made it very clear from the beginning that he was attracted to her. Which was flattering, but nothing more. She had never been attracted to black guys.

She sat back in her chair, closed her eyes, and massage the bridge of her nose with a thumb and forefinger. Staring at the computer was an absolute strain on the eyes. Not a great thing for someone with constant migraines. “Please let me not get a migraine,” she pleaded with her head.

When she opened her eyes, Chris was standing in the door of her cubicle. She jumped. How long had he been standing there?

When she jumped, he laughed. “Sorry, thought you heard me walk up.”

“I zoned out for a moment there, but even still, you move QUIETLY.”

“That is a new fact about myself. I ...