Claire


Night falls and the city changes. Orange light suffuses all and in the
rain the commuters scuttle. Traffic ebbs and people hide in merriment
in the brightness of the clubs and bars. The office is quiet. Except
for me.

And Claire.

I walk the soft carpeted corridors and climb the stairs to the second
floor. The office is quiet and strange.  The buzz of voices silenced by
the hour. The machines humming quietly waiting for the turmoil of
tomorrow. I reach the accounts department and just as I hoped her light
is still on. Her coat is on the stand by the day and I strip and put it
on so that all I am wearing is a pair of black knee high boots and her
expensive long grey coat with a big fake fur collar and cuffs. - it
smells so strongly of her that I am overcome - light headed with
excitement and desire. I walk towards her office my clothes lying
discarded behind me on the floor and my breasts rubbing on the silk
lining of her coat.

I am nervous now - what if I am wrong and I have been reading the
signals incorrectly. Its too late now.

She is there. For a moment she doesn't hear me and I look at her in
the bright glow of her desk lamp. Intent on columns of figures on the
screen. Her lips move wordlessly as she concentrates and I want to kiss
her. I stand in the doorway and she looks up. Light reflects from her
glasses hiding her expression and for a second my heart skips a beat.
When I can see properly a fraction of a second later I can see though
its all going to be alright.

She comes over to me, parts my coat and slips both arms around my waist
as her soft lips find mine. I place my hand softly on the back of the
soft tight curls on her head and press her face into mine - our
tongues doing all the talking that's needed. Her breasts push against
mine - her bra and blouse failing to hide the hardness of her
nipples. My other hand slides across her firm round bottom.

Earlier in the day we had both been in a meeting and, although I had
seen her around before, I found myself captivated. She is tall and very
slim - her breasts firm beneath her tailored pink blouse. At one
point she had to stand up to write some figures on the whiteboard and I
find myself almost audibly gasping - her legs long and shapely
beneath the short skirt of her suit - and most entrancing of all -
her beautiful ankles enhanced by her shoes with 3 or 4 inch block type
heel. I guess I must have been very obvious because after the meeting
just before she leaves she turns to me (the others left first) and
placing a finger under my chin says - "its Friday night and at
eight o clock I'll be the only person in the building". She
doesn't even smile, the wide open pupils of her pale blue eyes saying
it all.

She pulls back from the kiss and looks at me. Her hand touches the side
of my face softly and she slides the fingers of her other hand though
my long hair. "I can't believe we are doing this" she breaths
smiling "I have imagined this for so long". She kisses me again -
her lips barely touching mine - just the barest enticing sensation.
"I noticed you the day you started" She tells me. As she speaks she
slides the tips of her fingers down my body - briefly grazing the tip
of my nipple and down my side - the sensation makes me gasp and as I
recover the tips of her fingers find my clitoris. "God - you are so
wet" She laughs. As she plays with me I try to undo her blouse and
although I keep having to stop to breath deeply I manage it eventually.
Even though what she is doing is so gorgeous I need to hold her body
against mine and after I have unfastened her bra I slide her blouse and
bra over her arms and pull her against me - her hard nipples against
mine and her  tongue in my mouth both of us breathing hard.