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Glimpse

Ciel and Alain are coworkers and kindred kinky spirits, sharing their passion for play by trading their erotic fantasies on emails that steam up the screen, yet their interactions in the office do not reveal the thoughts behind their cordial glances. Only the most observant would notice the slight flush on each other's face, the dilated pupils or their shifting stance caused by subterranean pressures if they stand talking more than a few minutes together.

An outfit, a passing glance, a flash of insight resulted in...

Glimpse

It was really a flash of insight, one of those impulses that, if one were to spend too much time for the more logical centers of the mind to have their way, would only result in a daydream and not the impulsive action that walks a fine line between ecstasy or embarrassment.

The thought came into Alain's mind the moment he saw Ciel pass by him on her way back from lunch, he was engaged in a phone conversation, sitting in the courtyard on a breezy, temperate, sun drenched day.

The cooler temperatures must have prompted Ciel to wear her long flowing skirt with an oriental top that lays silky on her ample breasts. Her hair flowing in the wind in the same patterns as the folds of her skirt. Just long enough to lend mystery but exposing her ankles and strapped high heels that hint at her penchant for sensual bondage. A tiny portion of her tattoo exposed as the wind billows her skirt.

She had been working days for the past couple of weeks and had just begun a few turns on the evening shift to spell a coworker who was on a few days holiday. Alain, in his mind's eye, saw his opportunity coalesce within a few minutes. After a while, he bade his colleagues farewell, closed up his work station and went out the usual entrance.

Moving his car to the opposite side of the sprawling complex he came in through another entrance, passed once by Ciel's area and saw that no one was in the room or in the vicinity, being near the end of the work day, he knew he'd likely not be noticed, and he moved quickly into position.

It is surprising how much space is underneath the common corporate work station and Ciel's work area is kept darker than most to better see the monitors. Better to obscure himself, he hoped. There was the sound of conversation and he saw people approaching. pounding, his senses were in fight or flight mode. For an instant he felt that his cover would be blown and would need to fast think of a reason to be crouching beneath Ciel's station, with no reasonable purpose to be there.

He looked out and saw to pair of feet and did not recognize the pair of woman's shoes, but the other he knew belonged to one of Ciel's coworkers. The fear of discovery mixed with his building erotic desire as he thought about how he would soon be pleasuring Ciel while she was bound by the ultimate strictures- those tied by one's own mind.

The female moved into position to sit down and Alain moved back as far as he could still trying to identify the person sitting down. Finally a glimpse of the ankle strap on her shoe and the tattoo of an angel on fire confirmed that the right person was seated in front of him, still unaware of his presence. She slipped off her shoes, had a few more words of conversation with her male colleague, logged in and set to work. Alain sat in the dark looking at her bare feet and legs moving back and forth as she typed messages and began taking calls.

Alain slowly moved his hands into position and took her left foot and began a slow and sensuous massage. Ciel gave a sharp squeal of surprise and tried to move back. Alain's grip was tender but firm and she could not wheel her chair back. She was forced to quickly regain her composure as she had been on a call the whole time, helping one of the lost souls solve their system woes, two time zones away in a Mexican facility. Alain heard her say "it's nothing, I just dropped my mug" in response to an apparent question about her exclamation.

Alain continued massaging first the left then the right foot and worked his hands slowly up each calf, underneath her knees and to her thighs. To his bemusement and her consternation, she kept receiving a string of calls that would not allow her to see the source of her surprise and mounting pleasure. It was a relief for Alain to rise to his knees under cover of that long flowing skirt, the glimpse of which, earlier that day had given him the idea.

He was now in position to pleasure her which would excite him as much as it would her. To his great surprise and satisfaction he found that Ciel was also not wearing her signature pink under ware, but was completely exposed to his oral advance.

He could smell the aroma of her wetness and kind of musky scent like that of a man. kissing her inner thighs he noticed undeniable taste of semen, which piqued his excitement. That sexy minx had a bit of dessert with her lunch, he thought. He gently moved forward until his lips were in full contact with her labia and his tongue was probing her sex he again enjoyed the taste of left over cream rolling full on to his tongue, and wondered who's it might be.

Then he slid his tongue upward in random strokes and rolling her clit in circular motions clock and counter-clock- wise. She had stopped thinking about finding out who it was and concentrated on the waves of pleasure that were in stark contrast to the hyper-reality of system protocols and test procedures. Ciel struggled to keep her voice calm and not show too much outwardly as she was now complicit in erotic exploits that were not to be tolerated in a place of business. Another stricture, the fear of sanction from HR.

The calls had subsided as the shift was well under way and she had slid her hips forward and was rotating, with his tongue providing counter motion to hers. As the pace quickened, Alain heard a voice and Ciel Froze in position thrust forward in her chair. It was one of the fellows from the plant who regularly came in to be titillated by Ciel's playful innuendo and no doubt to enjoy the form of her breasts outlined by the silky top she had worn today, her sensitive and prominent nipples undoubtedly signaling arousal.

Alain slid back onto his haunches he became aware that his feet were tingling from the kneeling position he had to hold for some time now. Within seconds that small bit of discomfort disappeared as he idly played with her clit ring and rolled his fingers in and out of her, feeling her slippery wetness combined with his saliva on the pads of his fingers. It was also dripping off of his chin at this point. Ciel was struggling to maintain as natural a conversation as possible with the visitor, hoping he would not walk around the counter and three quarter high wall that hid the source of her pleasurable consternation.

With a free hand Alain probed her purse stowed conveniently under her desk, and quickly found what he hoped might be there. Her pink humming bunny play toy. A magnificent pleasure making apparatus. Smooth sleekly phallic, with different ridged textures, bumps and a small bunny, positioned to bring maximum stimulation to the clitoris. Unsheathing the toy he slowly slid it into her and left it off. The pitch in Ciel's voice changed and the male visitor said "you OK?" "you look a little hot" to which Ciel quipped "why thank you, you always know what to say to me" disarmed and a bit and probably hot himself, the visitor said he had to get back to it, Ciel added another quip about the definition of it and he left.

After a few moments Alain figured out how to start the device and put it on a low setting, sliding it in and out, building back her level of excitement. He alternated giving her clit attention first with his tongue then with the bunny and the two alternated until she began to writhe and thrust to drive the bunny and his face into her, the wheels on her ergonomically correct chair facilitated the movements. Who knew they served such a useful purpose?

She reached the point where she did not want to keep her reaction to herself, but still had to keep the audible and visual signs of pleasure stifled. Her level of excitement continued to rise intensified by the bonds of the potential of discovery, the pleasure centers of her mind shouting for release while the strict social control centers keeping her voice, expression and the movements of her upper body still. Her pleasure center did win, in allowing her hips to move in quickening circles and thrusts. Then, with a rush of her moist release she let forth a low, throaty groan, the only audible display of her orgasm, her eyes closed and head thrown back, her concern for discovery shoved aside for those lingering moments. lines were beeping pages were coming in, message tones were announcing various emails.

The system would have to wait as Ciel let the pleasure tide recede.

After a few moments to regain her composure, Ciel picked up a waiting call and with a breathy voice said "sorry, I was attending to a - um - surge and couldn't get to you right away, how can I help?"

Alain grinning and wiping his soaking wet face and neck, began to set things back in order and wondered how to unfurl himself from his hiding place. He was also wondering who was the the tasty guy providing the creamy topping to her delicious dish and whether he could get a lick fresh from the source.

For her part, Ciel was looking forward to seeing if she had guessed the identity of her evening surprise and was already thinking of ways to pay back this erotic torturer, as she felt him shifting in front of her still spread legs.

Allen Marks Dec. 2007

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