He kissed me. I’d come in there to seduce him, obviously. I’d snuck in, looking for an escape from my general stress about my nosediving career, and the specific stress created by Angelica the walking dumpster fire, but I didn’t expect and couldn’t have predicted how my body would react when we touched. I felt like a bottle of champagne that had just been uncorked after years of waiting in a dusty wine cellar.

Effervescent and light, his warm tongue danced atop and around mine as he dropped his hands from my shoulders down to grip my waist. His lips were soft, teasing almost, but his hands held me to him possessively. This was a dumb idea, and I would almost certainly regret it later, but in that moment, I was ready, willing, and eager to be possessed by him.

We were pretty much both done talking by that point. All our substantive communication after that first kiss could be better accomplished without words. Nathan squeezed at my waist as we kissed, driving me backwards a few awkward steps and up against the wall to his office.

I ran my fingers through his soft, dark hair as we explored each other’s’ mouths. He probably half-expected me to lose my nerve and run away, but I wasn’t that type. Once I make up my mind, there’s no changing it. I wanted Nathan, and that meant I wanted all of him, right then and there against the wall.

His heavy breathing suggested he felt the same. Nathan’s fingers fumbled around the zipper to my dress for a moment before giving up and just going to the hem. He lifted my skirt eagerly and ran his fingers up my thighs, pausing in confusion as he went past the garter clips holding up my stockings, to my waist. He wasn’t wasting any time, either. I giggled into our kiss at his urgency and was rewarded with a pinch on my ass, which only made me giggle more.

“These are sexy,” he remarked, pulling back to get a better look at my thigh-highs and garter belt now that my dress was bunched above my waist, “did you wear these for me?”

I smiled shyly and nodded. This morning I’d pulled out my usual control top pantyhose and cotton panties and decided they were just too unsexy. At that time I hadn’t made the decision to seduce Nathan yet, but the impulse had been rattling around in my brain since I first laid eyes on him.

Nathan grinned at my admission and dropped down to his knees to get a better look at my black satin lingerie. He placed gentle kisses on my inner thighs and I gasped when he then kissed over the delicate lace that made up the panties of my bodysuit and sent gentle fingers between my parted legs. I could feel the warmth and wetness of his mouth through the insubstantial fabric, and it made me tremble.

“How do I get this off?” Nathan asked me, looking up at me with an expression of adorable confusion. Had he never seen a bodysuit before? I reached down and undid the gusset snaps, bearing myself to him completely. His eyes widened.

“Why don’t all women wear these?” He asked, rhetorically, I was assuming, since his next kiss between my legs left me unable to reply.

I was glad for the wall against my back. I leaned heavily back against it, and then more so when Nathan lifted my left knee over his right shoulder to spread me further. He lavished gentle attention on the most delicate part of me, licking slowly before penetrating me with a finger up to the first knuckle and giving me shallow, torturously slow thrusts.

Bucking against his finger, I tried to push deeper but his grip on my knee kept me stationary. His slow assault with his tongue and finger continued until I was breathless and panting before he added a second finger and pushed more forcefully. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Finally, my whimpers and needy little moans must have clued him into the fact that I was well past readiness and into desperation because he released his grip on my knee and stood to kiss me again. I could taste myself on his mouth and it stoked my arousal higher. I sent my grasping fingers to his fly immediately, and he made a low, sexy noise in his throat when I freed him from his boxers and began stroking with both eager hands. He was much bigger than I’d ever encountered before in my relatively limited experience, but my brain was so lust-addled that any nervousness was transmuted to desire.

Before I had to ask, Nathan fumbled in his wallet for a condom and rolled it on. He reached for my knee again, this time wrapping it around his waist, and then took me, inch by inch. I held tightly onto his strong shoulders, trying to relax into the sensation. This position allowed me no quarter. Without going onto my tiptoes on one high heeled foot, I wasn’t able to escape or ease the tension of being so thoroughly filled.

I let my head lean forward into his shoulder as we stood, both gasping and completely joined for a moment. The tension in me shifted subtly as he turned and met my eyes, subsiding from the discomfort of discovering that I could take all of him to the anticipation of continuing to do so while we moved.

His first thrust into me rocked me to my core. I moved back and forth into him and we found our rhythm together, a quick, ungentle pace that provoked a deep, increasing tightness within me that only he could release. I pushed shamelessly against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, whispering demands that he go harder, faster, deeper. He complied eagerly, seemingly as lost and overcome as me.

My climax took me over the edge before I ever saw the edge approaching, and I plunged into the wave of clenching, gasping pleasure with no warning. It overwhelmed my senses and sent my toes curling tightly in my heels. For that moment, all the worry and fear about my career, all the frustrations, discomforts, and challenges of my life dissolved into a singular, consuming joy. Nathan followed me down into climax a bare second after, moaning softly with closed lips into my neck as he came.

But the moment it was over, I regretted everything.