Suddenly interesting

For weeks Amelia has surreptitiously watched her colleague of 2 years walking around in the office. Peter looked increasingly sexy to her eyes. Sitting at her desk this morning she marveled at the situation. When he started his job in the department she didn’t really notice him around. She felt not attracted to him although she did notice that he was well built. Muscled arms framed a slender and yet chiseled torso- his tight shirts did nothing to hide these facts. And his ass was a sight for sore eyes, yes it was. And yet that did not speak to her at all. He seemed nice enough when she talked to him a few times over the years. But again it wasn’t fascinating enough to catch her interest to delve into a relationship with him.
But something changed for her a few weeks ago. In the Monday morning “start of the week” team meeting her boss, Charlotte, wanted all 20 of the team to work in groups on the planning of the big summer party of the department. It was an experiment of sorts this year, she said. Normally it was kind of the same thing every year- people came together, more or less enthusiastic, at a location outside of work and did some slightly out-of-comfort-zones activities. Charlotte said, she was fed up with it and wanted something different this year. So she announced that morning - while half of the team was still half asleep and the other whispering to each other about the latest weekend activities - that this year it was going to be captivating and memorable. That suddenly grabbed the attention of most of the team- some people had apparently fallen asleep again, after all it was half past eight, early for many weekend night owls.
But the ones that were indeed listening were shocked and anxious. Her boss was not known to be one to have captivating ideas, she was rather conservative. And apparently she was well aware of that fact because her idea was that the team should find themselves together in groups and work out what to do. Everybody got nervous about that. And even more so as Charlotte further detailed that the groups not only have to come up with an idea for the whole event but all ideas have to work together to create the event in the end. Quiet moaning could be heard around the room. That seemed impossible to achieve. It didn’t work in their normal work routine that well, how should that work for this kind of activity. But her boss was adamant about this project. She left after dropping that bomb shell with a laconic comment that the remaining time of the meeting they could sort out the groups. “Nice”, Amelia thought sarcastically. Immediately the usual suspects of groups formed themselves, people that went for lunch together or met outside of work or just liked to gossip. Just a few people found themselves in the now awkward position to join one of these groups. Amelia was one of them, Peter another. It wasn’t that she was normally a loner, not socializing with the others in the office. She didn’t belong to one of the groups because she liked change and thus went one day with one group and another day with another. That way she got all of the important information (yes of course, gossip) going round the office. So for her it was just a matter of going along with her whim of today and choose a group. She looked around the room but none of the groups really caught her fancy. And then something surprising happened. Peter, being in the same situation of being outside of a group approached her, “It seems you cannot decide which of the group would be the “one” for you. I have the same problem, well, kind of. Why not let fate decide. “ She was intrigued. What would he suggest ? He continued by laying out his surprisingly simple solution. No way, she was going to do that now! But then again, why not. She agreed. And amidst a very formal meeting room setting they played rock paper scissors to figure out which group to join. Every time one of them won, the winner could chose one group and that group would get points. They would play 5 rounds and in the end the group with most points, they would grace with their presence. She had so much fun during the next few minutes, she couldn’t believe it. It has been the best Monday morning since a long time. In the end they joined the group that promised the most interesting outcome, in Amelia’s view. And that counted most as she won most of the rounds. Peter took it graciously, he didn’t seem to mind that much anyway.
Over the next few days they met with the group a few times. As usually in such situations the group would share the load of this still unwanted task by allocating stuff to individuals, so that supposedly the work will be done quicker, while everybody knew it might just take longer. Amelia was on the receiving end of some of the ideas and was only to too glad when Peter proposed to help out. They agreed to do stuff in the lunch breaks so that they would be free of it after work. So it happened that they went out to grab a salad or sandwich and talk about their progress. Amelia learned to love these moments. He was such a likable guy, smart and open with a strong streak of mischievous humor. Lunch was becoming the highlight of her day. And with each day she became more and more aware of him as a man, a sexy attractive man. Very much so.
So these last days when she was lying in bed at night her mind wandered to Peter. The broad shoulders, his well modulated biceps. The abs she could envision from her watching him walking around in his super slim fitting shirts. Of course she also envisioned his package. While his nice tight fitting suit trousers did not hide much, they kind of left her guessing what his package might look like. She was dying to find out. In her fantasies she imagined it to be beautiful and powerful.
In her mind she let her hands slide along his arms, feeling the steely and yet soft muscles, letting her being embraced by them and pushed against his broad strong breast. Just the imagination of that move along with the feeling of hot lips on her own got her aroused like no end. The anticipation was a strong motivator for that. Amelia couldn’t resist to dip into her colorful lingerie drawer every morning . She wanted to prolong the excitement of the evening through the day. Pulling on a soft and delicate lacy bra was a prelude to a day of sensation. A little flimsy thing of a thong under some suit trousers gave her a delicious feeling of naughtiness, the hidden pleasure nobody could see. Today she was feeling very adventurous. Standing in front of her big wardrobe she pondered what would suit her mood. Her gaze fell on something black and strappy peeking out of the mass of lace and silk in the drawer. Oh, how deliciously naughty. Yes, that’s perfect. Pulling it out she started searching for some matching stockings. Sitting down on the big comfy bed she pulled the soft black material of the stockings over her feet and along her legs, feeling the soft friction of the fabric giving her sensitive skin a tingly feeling. Next came a thong which was followed by the garter belt she had spotted. It was exhilarating. The bra was the icing on the cake for her this morning. A black bit of nothingness, see- through to leave nothing for the imagination of somebody looking at her. Now, what should she actually wear over all of that temptress-mode underwear ? She was a bit at loss. The blue dress? The black suit? Amelia wasn’t sure how she felt. But then it came to her, the black skirt and blazer, complemented by her wine-red blouse. Having donned all of the cloths she looked at her in her big mirror. She looked very businesslike she found. And yet she could feel the fabric of the skirt brushing against her naked skin on her thighs and her butt. God, she was already excited and becoming damp between her legs. The thong even helped the tingly feeling along by rubbing slightly against her inner lips.
Stepping into the high heels matching her blouse she left.
By midday Amelia was so horny she couldn’t think clearly. Her choice of dressing was a torture. And seeing Peter walking around didn't help a bit. She was so ready to jump at him and devour him any minute. She seriously needed a cool down. Grabbing her purse she left the office to grab a bite. The air outside and the walk to the Sandwich boot at the corner helped somewhat. Well that, and not seeing Peter all the time. She sat down at a bench to eat her sandwich and enjoy the surprisingly warm spring sun. When she was back in the office she felt calmer. Everybody else had left for lunch outside as it was such a warm summerly day. She went to the kitchen to get a cup of tea. Waiting for the kettle to boil she stepped to the small window and watched the fluffy clouds chasing each other along the cerulean sky.
She felt rather then heard a presence enter the kitchen. Confident steps found their way towards her position hat the window. She recognized that particular movement style and her heartbeat quickened.
He stepped behind her slender figure. With a shock she could feel his strong hands just at the spots the straps of her garter touches the skin of her butt globes. It was just as if he could see exactly what was under her skirt. Peter moaned quietly and breathed along her right side of the neck. Warm air slid along her sensitive skin , followed by a barely felt touch of the tip of his tongue. Amelia shivered and goosebumps covered all over her body. Her nipples, having hid in their soft shell so far made a strong appearance through the soft red fabric of her blouse. They were even more accentuated than usual because when Peter had entered the kitchen she had had her arms crossed under them. Now it made her pebbles stand out. She felt that it was a bit too much for her, to be that present. But Peter thought differently. When she started to move her arms away he gently lead them back, waited a moment and used the chance to grab her nipples between thumbs and forefingers if each hand and gently twirl them around. Throaty noises came out of Amelia’s mouth. Incredible. What an exciting experience. Pressed against the steely, muscled “him “ with her back and teased at the front , her neither regions just flowed over. The break to calm down from the arousing morning - imagewise and underwear wise- was wiped away. She was soo hot for him. Suddenly he turned her around, kissed her passionately. She barely noticed that he grabbed her ass and pulled her up. Her junctions so close to each other that she could feel his strong erect cock. It was clearly eager to be freed from its prison of fabric. Peter thought that apparently too. “I need to have you, now”, he whispered breathless. He pushed her against a wall, lifted the skirt up to her hips. Somehow he managed to open his trousers and free his steely member. With one nifty move he pushed the thong aside and was inside her needy moist pussy. Amelia cried out. What a sensation. She felt so full. That’s what she needed. And she needed movement. Fierce and fast. Peter must have sensed that. He pushed hard and fast. Her inner walls were on fire. “Yes! More, “ she thought. And that was just it, friction around her clit and lips combined with his strong penis inside her vagina pushed her high up into pure bliss.
Suddenly they heard voices. “Oh crap”., thought,”The others are back. “
Quickly they made themselves presentable again. And yet there was still the time to have one last lingering kiss. For today.
Amelia wanted more of this to come. Much more.