Smut University 2013 – Perve Swerve by LayAtHomeMom
Lesson 1 - Perve Serve
Title: Flirting In the Office
Picture prompt – A couple making out on the stairs
Use the picture prompt above to write a lemon in the perve swerve style which you are most comfortable with.
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BPOV
"Mmm. Oh my God, this is sooo good," I said, one day, while I was eating an especially juicy apple.
"What are you eating?"
I held up my hand. "This apple is so juicy and delicious; it's hard to keep the juice from running down my chin." I licked my lips, and tried not to smile when I saw him flush.
"Are you sure you're talking about an apple?" Someone else asked.
"Sure. Do you want one of my apples? Look how big they are." This was probably going too far. After all, I wore a 36DD bra – I could be talking about the fruit or a part of my body.
"Maybe later."
"They're so irresistible; I hope I don't devour them all."
I admit it. Flirting is fun. Using little innuendos to disguise everyday conversation left me stimulated and in need of relief just like talking dirty. I honestly don't know how or when it started, but soon I was flirting with Edward.
Our company had an open floor plan with very few private offices. There were eight people in our department, in two rows, facing each other. There was a barrier where we could stick notes or pictures and overhead was a shelf to hold files or our personal stuff, but according to how you positioned yourself, you could see the person on the other side of that little partition. Edward and I sat at the end of the row – which gave us a little leeway to carry on our sexual banter more freely. Sometimes, I wouldn't even have to try, but I'd say something, and he'd comment or start laughing. At times, our other coworkers would hear us and join in the fun – they had become accustomed to the way I always manage to make everything sound sexual. The mention of nuts or succulent apples, and large bananas always got a reaction from someone. At times, I feel as if we were on a Seinfeld show. One comment would lead to another, and there would be no stopping us.
Another day, I bought bananas on my way into the office. "Edward, look how big these bananas are. Do you want one?" Then I took my time peeling a banana and slowly eating it. Each time I looked away from my screen, I saw him staring at me.
"Bella, I have nuts. Do you want some?" Edward loved nuts, and each time he offered me some, was another reason to go overboard with my comments.
"I'd love to taste your nuts."
"I'm already jealous of the nuts," he said with a chuckle.
"Ooh, pistachios – my favorite. I love to suck the salt off, then stick my tongue inside the shell to get at the succulent morsels.
Eating at my desk took on a new sensual game. I made all the X-rated sounds to go along with my innuendoes. Sometimes by lunch time I was in need of a cold shower. It didn't help that Edward was handsome. With his tall trim body, his auburn hair and green eyes, he could have been a model – I had nicknamed him Mr. GQ. As the months went by, the games with food became more frequent and bordered more lewd.
A year later we were both promoted, and since office space was limited on our floor, we had to share an office. As much as I enjoyed the teasing and the sexual comments, some days I dreaded being in that room alone with him. I wanted him so badly. Still, I continued flirting; reminding myself to keep my hand off because if I started touching him – even in the most casual way, , there would be no way I wouldn't want to go further. My nights were filled with pictures of his beautiful face as he touched me, kissed my lips, and hovered over me as he fucked me senseless.
"Bella, what are you doing for lunch." He asked one day.
"I'm so hot; I think I'll have a smoothie. I can almost feel the cold, refreshing fluid sliding down my throat."
"Please stop, or I would need one too."
That night we had to work late on a project. We are allowed to order dinner when we work late, so I decided on Italian.
"I can't decide between the sweet and the hot sausage. Which do you think I should eat tonight?"
"Do you like hot and spicy food?"
I stared into his eyes and said in my most sultry voice. "I love hot, spicy things. It could never be too hot for me – feeling the heat on my tongue and having my mouth produce saliva to coat the hot deliciousness – there's nothing like it."
I watched his Adams apple bob up and down. He rubbed his hands over his face and then he dragged his fingers through his hair. Mischievously, I wondered what other part of his body was affected by our conversation. I looked down and smiled as I pretended to study the menu, but inside I was melting.
"If you like hot stuff so much, than I vote for the hot sausage; I'll get linguine with Alfred sauce, and we'll share with each other."
"Mmm, spicy and creamy. Do you think, if I ask nicely, they would give me a whole big sausage?"
"Really Bella, do you want to go there?"
"Hey, get your mind out of the gutter. I'm talking of eating a big sausage for dinner, what are you thinking about?"
While we waited for our dinner, I moved over to his side of the room. I leaned over him, to peer at his screen then I sat on the edge of his desk as I flipped through some printouts. I think he was relieved when the delivery guy called. We were all alone. Even the cleaning crew had come and gone. A little voice in the back of my head was telling me to go for it while the voice of reason was telling me to behave. What would happen if I made a move and this was all a game to him?
"This pasta is perfect. It's just hard enough for it not to be under cooked. I hate soft, limp pasta." Then I slurped a linguine into my mouth. "And your sauce is so creamy and delicious."
He growled. I loved when he made his own sounds – I always got tingly inside, and nine times out of ten, I'd have to dash to the bathroom. I kept making my bedroom noises as I ate, and tried not to laugh as he became more flustered.
"That was very satisfying," I said and pushed my plate away.
After we had eaten, we settled down to some number crunching. Finally, we had our report ready for the CFO. We made copies and bound them and saved the file on the server.
I got up and stretched. "I'm bushed. I think I'll have a cup of tea before I call the car service. Do you want anything?" I asked.
"I'll have a bottle of water, but I'll come with you."
"Damn. There don't have the tea I like down here. I'll have to go to the other kitchen."
Instead of taking the elevator, we took the indoor stairs. As I walked up the stairs ahead of him, I was aware that I was wearing a short skirt. I peeked back at him, and noticed his eyes were focused on my ass. I decided to take a chance. Did he want me as much as I wanted him, or was he just playing my game? There was only one way to find out. I stopped. I waited for us to make eye contact then I said, "Do you want to touch it?"
He looked startled for a second, then he smiled that crooked smile of his. "I've wanted to touch more than your ass since the day you walked into the office."
"Well, we're alone. Touch it. Touch everything you want." I wiggled my butt.
He took me at my word and palmed both cheeks. Then he started massaging them. Feeling brazen, I pulled down the zipper. I stepped away from him and stepped out of it. He held my hip pulled me back so he could grind against me. I was giddy, when I felt his erection.
"That's what you do to me. Your sexy way of describing things, watching you eat, and listening to those erotic sounds coming out of your mouth have me walking around in a state of arousal almost all the time. Every night I have to take a cold shower, and still I have wet dreams about you," He whispered in my ear. His breath sent shivers up and down my spine, and his words almost made me swoon.
"I've wanted you too. Do you want to see how much?" I took him hand and placed it against my panties. "This is how wet you make me."
His fingers rubbed against the damp fabric before he slipped under the elastic, rubbing my slick folds. All too soon, he stopped. He turned me around to face him and kissed me. He teased my mouth, tasting my tongue, and my lips. I had watched his mouth for months and had imagined kissing him, but this was better than my dreams. I moaned.
Our kisses went for gently exploring to frenzied. A spark lit deep inside me and started to spread. I wrapped my hands into his hair pulling his mouth closer. I moaned into his mouth as his hand slipped back to my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I rubbed against his cock. Excitement and trepidation warred inside me. Could we do this and keep our professional relationship in check? Excitement won, and I pushed my doubts aside.
Finally, I broke away. I sat on the steps. I was breathing in short pants, sucking air into my lungs to quiet my heart, which was beating like a drum. He kneeled on the step in front and brushed my hair behind my ear.
"I thought I was a pervert for taking every comment that came out of your mouth into something sexual."
"Well, you were not a pervert. I want you, I've always wanted you."
I put my hands under his shirt and trailed my fingers over his abs, pulling his polo shirt up with my hands. His body was just as firm as I thought. I wanted to see more of him, so I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it behind him. Soon we were both half naked. His hands massaged my breasts, squeezed my breast them together, before rubbing his thumbs over my nipples, and then he bent over and sucked one into his mouth.
"Oh God. That feels good. I want you now."
"I don't know how long I'll last when I bury myself in you. I want you to enjoy this."
"I don't care. If this is not just a quickie for you, we could go to my place afterwards, for now I want you to fuck me." I knew I was being demanding. I've never been this aggressive with anyone before. I had no idea where this was coming from, but he wasn't complaining. He pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them away. Spreading my legs wider.
"I have to taste you." He dipped his head between my legs.
I wanted to scream NO. I needed to feel him inside me, but when I felt his breath against my sensitive lips, I lost the fight to stay in control. His tongue lapped at my moist lips, then poked at my clit before setting a rhythm of steady flicks of his tongue. My protest died on my lips, and turned to moans instead.
"Yes, yes."
He coated a finger with my juices and slipped it inside me. He slowly pushed his fingers in and out. My pleasure spiraled to new heights. Pleasure spread out from my core to every cell in my body. He leaned in as sucked one of my nipples into his mouth again. He sucked deeply. The pull went from my nipple to my pussy. My pussy was pulsing. My heart was racing. My whole body was quivering.
My muscles tensed. My toes cured, and my muscles clamped down around his fingers. I clutched the step above me and held as my orgasm hit with full force. Before I could catch my breath. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Lowering it just enough to pull his cock out.
I was fascinated by his size. I wanted to touch him, taste him, and show him as much pleasure as he had shown me, but first I need him inside me. I spread my legs wider and moved my butt to the edge of the step. I watched transfixed as he guided his cock to my opening, rubbing his swollen head in my juices.
"Now I'm going to fuck you hard."
With one thrust, he buried himself inside my hot pussy. I wrapped a leg around one of his thighs and the other was hooked against his butt, pulling him closer.
"Perfect. Fucking perfect," he mumbled. My sentiments exactly buster.
His arms held me in place as he slammed into me, faster and faster. The angle we were in, had him in the perfect position to hit my g-spot, and the friction of his jeans rubbing against my sensitive skin heightened my pleasure. I was euphoric. Our lust had finally overcome our professional relationship and all the crazy innuendoes had been like foreplay. Each thrust sent me closer to the edge.
"Oooh, yes, yes, yes." I screamed and pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts. My right hand sneaked into his pants, holding his butt cheek, urging him on. My cries, and the feel of my hand had him growling.
He thrust harder. Going deeper. Faster and faster, until I was careening into another intense orgasm. My nails dug into him. I was sure he would have marks on his ass and shoulder. I felt my inner muscles squeezing him, pulling him deeper into my body. A few more thrusts and he was squirting his seed. He leaned his head on my chest. His breath was as ragged as mine. We stayed locked together for a while. I ran my fingers through his hair as we both tried to regroup. We stayed connected until, my muscles stopped quivering around him, then he slipped out of me and sat on the step next to me. He pulled me on his lap. I leaned back against him, resting my head on his shoulder.
"This was unbelievable. Better than I imagine."
"Yes, it was worth the wait." If it turned out to be a just for tonight, then it was totally worth it. Maybe when we get to the kitchen, we could continue. After all, there were counters on both sides of the kitchen. Better yet, there's a conference room with a large sturdy table next to the kitchen.
We seemed to be on the same wavelength, because he kissed behind my ear and said. "I'm not done yet, now that I've had you, I want more."
"I've created a monster."
"No, Bella. The monster was always there you woke him up. I hope you could live with the consequences."
Maybe I'll get to do all the things I had been fantasizing about before the night was over. Working late had its benefits.