Good Vibrations Magazine

She had tried up until then to do what was right.

But that day, as she sat at her desk at work, the sun came through the window, lighting up the soft blond hairs against the tan curve of her arm. How summery and sexy it looked, she thought. But how much longer will she look this way? she wondered. And most puzzling, how could she be married to a man who never noticed things like this about her?

Her husband wasn’t a bad guy. But he wasn’t wired to appreciate sex. At first she wrote it off to inexperience, nervousness, his religious upbringing. It’ll get better when we’re married and finally living together, she told herself. It didn’t.

Now, 15 years later, she realized she had traded away something precious when she married for what she thought were the right reasons. Her husband would go to bed alone or stay up late on the computer, and resist any of her efforts – always her efforts – to make love. The few times a year he would relent, she would reach down after 10 minutes of foreplay to find him limp.

Increasingly, she had sought out what was missing. In movies about mismatched but passionate lovers, books full of steamy, impromptu encounters, and daydreams – oh, the daydreams. In the one that popped into her head most often, she was taken in a moment of uncontrollable desire by some previously overlooked coworker who skillfully displayed his pent-up demand for her in the office supply room.

But one day, what was missing in her life was replaced by more than just daydreams.

Before she realized it, the highlight of her day had become the moment the guy down the hall at work would stop by her desk to ask about her day and compliment her. “Your legs are so tan and toned. Did you go swimming this morning?” he’d ask. It became a joke between them that any time one of them mentioned a favorite restaurant or museum; the other would say “It’s mine too!”

She thought of him even away from the office and would feel one corner of her mouth curl up into a smile. People started asking why she was so happy. When she got to the office he would look at her with eyes that sparkled and she would melt inside.

“Does that guy have a crush on you?” her boss asked. She denied it with a scoff but realized immediately the truth in it. The next day when he stopped by her desk, she asked him not to anymore. She thought he’d figure out why, but he pressed for an explanation. “Because I’m starting to look forward to it a little too much,” she said and walked out of the room to the terrace outside, tears stinging her eyes.

She leaned on the railing, looking out at the planes landing against the sunset. Suddenly she was aware of someone behind her, and before she could turn around, she felt strong hands on her shoulders, rubbing up the back of her neck. She instinctively leaned back into his body and closed her eyes as his arms wrapped around her. She became aware that he was growing hard against her. She glided her hands along his forearms up to where his sleeves were rolled up before he spun her around to face him.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. “Yes,” she answered. He moved his face toward hers and, with a second of teasing hesitation, hovered over her lips. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue pressing into her with urgency. He pulled her left leg up around his waist, bringing his erection hard against her so she almost lost her balance. Before she could recover, his hands were reaching up the back of her thighs under her jean skirt, pushing under her panties to cup her on both sides, pulling her toward him.

“I want you,” he said, and it didn’t take a moment’s thought for her to echo, “I want you too.”

He took her hand and pulled her a few yards away, around the corner where no one leaving the building could see them, and pressed her up against the wall with his body. He pulled up her skirt again, leaned down and kissed her bare stomach. “I saw you wal k in today in your short skirt and your tight T-shirt and I knew I had to have you,” he said. “You are my fantasy.”

A smile escaped from her lips at that, but it turned into a gasp a second later as he reached into her panties and slid a thick finger into her in one motion. She moaned, half expecting it to hurt, but realizing she was already slick inside. He pushed up into her several times, making her head fall back in surrender. Then he vibrated his finger inside her as the rest of his hand pressed against her and she cried out. Just when she felt like her knees were going to give way, he pulled her through a door and into a small office.

‘This is how bad I want you,” he said and placed her hand gently onto his erection. She couldn’t help but stroke the length of it as it strained against his jeans. He sat down in a desk chair, opened his fly and pulled out a cock about half again as thick as any she’d seen, its velvety h ead glistening. She didn’t wait to be shown what to do next. She swung a leg over his, lifted her skirt and tugged away the crotch of her panties before lowering herself over him.

‘Are you sure about this?” he asked. She just nodded. With one thrust from him, she slid down his length. She stopped to catch her breath, and he lifted up her chin to look into her eyes. Still looking at her, he thrust into her again as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. They moved like that together, with one or the other shifting angles for a whole new rush of pleasure, laughing sometimes as the wheeled chair tried to scoot around under them.

They rocked together faster and faster. As he started to moan, she took his hand and pressed it hard against her and felt a wave roll over her, finishing with a jolt to her whole body. He arched up into her and squeezed her tight against him. Then their bodies relaxed as he rubbed her back. She felt him still hard inside her. She smiled at him in question, and he said, “I’m going to stay hard as long as I’m around you.” And, as subsequent encounters in various private and semi-private spaces in the building would prove, he did.