She had been eyeing him for months. He was tall, with dark hair. There was a touch of gray at the temples that only added to his sex appeal. His name was Michael Matthews. He was older than her by at least ten years, which, for her, was part of the turn on. Men Katie’s age had proven to be a big disappointment. She didn’t understand them. Their interests seemed to be limited to cars, sports and sex.
She wouldn’t mind the sex part if the men she met had the capacity for more than a quick romp before they reached for the remote control. If Katie did manage to find a man that had an intellectual capacity for more than sports or cars, he would be too timid in bed. Katie longed for someone that could talk about books, art, travel or philosophy and still make her feel like the naughty girl she was, in the bedroom.
At first glance Katie appeared to be the timid sort herself. She had long dark hair she wore up in a bun. Her glasses were the old fashioned horn rimmed style. She wore conservative blouses and skirts that hid the sexy and highly sensual woman underneath. She was quiet at the office. Never going to lunch with the other women, instead she ate in her office while making notes for her current case. Of course, as the only female lawyer in an all male firm, her choices for lunch partners were limited. She had tried going out with the boys, but lunch over high balls just didn’t suit her. She couldn’t go with the legal assistants as there was an unspoken hierarchy that just couldn’t be broken, even with the best of intentions. So, she kept to herself, except to consult with the other lawyers of the firm.
Her mother had always warned her that office romances were trouble. This had never been a problem for Katie. She had never in her life been interested in another lawyer. She found the thought laughable really. Most of them took themselves much too seriously. They couldn’t seem to talk about anything other than their latest case and how it was affecting their career. Lately, though, she was having second thoughts, ever since Michael had joined the firm.
Michael had been an independent defense attorney and had done very well for himself. Rumor had it that he looked forward to an early retirement and he wanted to lighten his work load. He was a damned good lawyer and Patrick, Gund, Leiland, and Associates had kissed his ass for months to get him on board. Michael brought some fairly high profile clients to the firm. In exchange he got his choice of cases and a handsome salary.
The first time Katie had laid eyes on him had been in court. She had sat in the back of the court watching him give his closing arguments on a murder one case. He moved with care and control, every gesture perfectly timed and yet, still casual. His eyes captured the jury and his smile disarmed them. Hell, it disarmed Katie too. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to strip him out of his $1500 suit and lash him to the bed post with his silk tie, or better yet, have him lash her to the bed post. At the time, Katie’s firm had just started negotiations with Michael. Katie hadn’t been sure hiring him was a good idea. Good for the firm perhaps, but Katie wasn’t sure she could work around a man that attractive. He was way too distracting.
Hire him they had though, and Katie had been a basket case ever since. He had a corner office just down the hall and Katie had to pass him any time she went to the elevator. Every time she walked past his office he would look up and smile, causing Katie to cream her satin and lace panties. She started to bring extra pairs to work with her, often going through several by lunch.
She had yet to talk with him though, except in the most casual of ways. The other day at the staff meeting was the closest they had come to a conversation. Katie had gone to pour herself some coffee and Michael was at the buffet, pouring his own. He looked at her inquiringly and poured her a cup when she nodded.
“Cream? Sugar?” He asked as he grabbed himself a non-dairy creamer.
His eyes seemed to see right through her neutral toned attire and dark glasses. Katie could feel her panties begin to moisten and inwardly rolled her eyes, wondering how many pair she would go through today.
“Cream only please”. She said, smiling to herself, as she opened her hand to receive the packet.
That had been the extent of their longest conversation to date. Something happened when their fingers touched though, and she wondered if he had felt the same. She thought he had, if only because his fingers seemed to linger on hers for just a moment.
Katie was reliving this moment as she walked toward Michael’s office on the way to the elevator. It was the end of a very long day and she looked forward to getting home and soaking in her extra large jet tub. Michael was leaving his office just as she was passing it. They almost collided, and smiled at each other as they jockeyed for position on the way to the elevator. Being a gentleman, Michael stepped back and held out his arm, indicating that Katie should move ahead.
Katie walked forward feeling Michael’s eyes on her bottom as she moved. Her heart beat loudly in her chest and a trickle of sweat ran down her sides. She could feel a private throbbing from below. God, what it would feel like to have his hands on me, she thought as she approached the elevator. Katie had barely spoke two words to Michael since he came to the firm and now she was about to ride twenty floors with him in the elevator. It was after 6pm, and odds were they would be alone for the journey. Katie thought there just might be a puddle on the floor beneath her by the time they reached the bottom.
The elevator opened and Michael and Katie walked through the doors. As she entered the elevator the heel of her shoe caught in the doorway, causing her to fall backward into Michael’s arms. Katie could feel his firm chest against her back, his arms holding on to her own. It all happened quickly, but in those few seconds Katie had had a glimpse of what it would be like to be held by Michael, and she liked it… a lot.
A little embarrassed, Katie stepped forward again and the elevator doors closed behind them.
“Thank you.” Katie said. “That’s never happened to me before.”
Michael looked at Katie with a mischievous grin, “What’s never happened to you before? Getting caught in the elevator? Or a man putting his arms around you?”
Katie smiled in return and felt herself relax, “The former, although it’s been awhile since the latter.”
I can’t believe I just said that, Katie thought as she glanced away from Michael’s penetrating gaze. Instead she focused on the numbers as they went down. 15… 14… 13… and then it happened; the elevator lurched to a halt somewhere between the 12th and 13th floors.
Michael and Katie glanced at each other before Michael reached out to try one of the elevator buttons, but nothing happened when he tried the button that should have opened the elevator doors.
“Hmmmm… well, this is interesting.” Michael said giving Katie a little grin as he reached for the emergency phone.
After talking to building maintenance for a few minutes Michael hung up the phone.
“It looks like we’re going to be in here awhile. The elevator guy is on-call and lives about an hour away.”
Katie felt a moment of panic. She wasn’t claustrophobic exactly, but she wasn’t very fond of small spaces. The thought of being trapped in the elevator for over an hour had her feeling a bit shaky.
Michael must have noticed, because he smiled at her and put his hands on her shoulders.
“I hope you didn’t have to pee.”
Katie laughed and felt herself relax a little.
“Nope. I’m good.”
“Well, then, we’ll just have ourselves a little drink and conversation. We can pretend we’re at Ontario’s.” Michael said as he opened his briefcase and pulled out some miniature bottles of scotch and vodka.
Seeing Katie’s curious look he smiled.
“They’re for when I travel. But I think this would be a good time to break into them, don’t you?”
Katie agreed and gladly accepted the offer. They each made themselves comfortable on the floor of the elevator, Katie carefully tucking her skirt around her shapely knees so as not to give Michael a straight on view of the flood that was accumulating in her panties. As she looked up, and in to Michael’s eyes, she noticed that he had indeed been watching her. She caught a flicker of lust in his eyes before he covered it up with his charming smile.
Katie thought she would feel awkward with Michael, but he was so at ease with himself that she soon found herself in relaxed conversation. They talked about everything from the State of the Union, to Pavarotti; the first a mess, the second divine. They talked about cooking; he’s a gourmet, she can’t boil water. They talked about books, movies, and gardening.
Katie hadn’t realized how funny Michael was. She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so much. Of course a couple of vodka’s hadn’t hurt. She felt so relaxed, so at ease, she almost forgot how sexy he was… almost. When he talked about something he loved, like sailing, there was a light in his eye that pulled her to him. She could seem him on his boat “The Eyes of Orion”, heading into the sunset with a glass of chardonnay in one hand and the tiller in the other.
During a pause in the conversation Katie admitted that she had never been sailing.
“Well we’ll have to remedy that than, won’t we?” Michael’s voice grew soft and intense.
“I would like that. Of course I’ll need lessons. I don’t even know how to tie a knot, let alone, sail a boat.” Katie smiled with a growing sense of comfort at being in Michael’s presence.
“That’s easy enough to fix.” Said Michael as he eased the tie from around his neck. “Knot tying lessons begin today.” He said as his smile grew a bit more mischievous.
Michael took his tie and began Katie’s first lesson in knot tying.
“This is the Bowline Knot; it’s one of the most used knots, so I’ll show you it first. It’s easy to remember if you can memorize this little saying:
Lay the bight to make a hole,
Then under the back and round the pole.
Over the top and thru the eye
Cinch it tight and let it lie.
And there you have it. A nice loop to keep the bowline attached to the cleat on the dock.”
Katie looked skeptically at the neatly done loop knot in front of her.
“Oh, just that easy huh?” She said, giving a little laugh.
Michael smiled and undid the knot in the tie. Moving behind Katie and putting his arms around her he began to show her how to tie her first knot. Katie found that it was easier than she thought and was proud of herself when she’d made her own, without Michael’s help.
Although Katie seemed to be absorbed in learning this new task, she was very aware of the lack of space between Michael and herself. His cologne, softly permeating the air around her, was as intoxicating as the vodka she had already drank. The heat from his body seeped through his suit, through her clothes and caressed her creamy satin skin. The air around her seemed to hum with sexual tension. Her body felt as if it was liquid, and she thought she might melt into Michael if she only leaned back a little more.
She turned in his arms to proudly display her first knot. One look into his eyes told her she was not alone in her feelings. Gone, was the playful look that had been in his eyes only moments before. It was replaced with a hunger so naked and raw, that Katie almost moved backward in retreat.
Slowly Michael reached up to take Katie’s knot, testing its strength by pulling the two ends. Finding it satisfactory, he lifted both of Katie’s hands and slipped the loop around her wrists. Katie could feel her heart hammer in her chest and a slippery sensation between her legs. Without force, but with a firmness that couldn’t be ignored, Michael pulled Katie to him so that her bound hands met with the center of his chest.
Katie could feel the firmness of his chest, the warmth of his skin, and his heart beating, beneath her hands. She could see his chest hairs curling out at the top of his shirt and found that she wanted to wrap her fingers around them while breathing in his scent.
They were on their knees now, facing each other, their thighs pressed together. With one hand Michael firmly held the loop around Katie’s wrists, keeping her close, while the other hand began pulling at the large clip that kept her hair swept up on top of her head. With one tug Katie’s hair cascaded down her back. Michael gently massaged her scalp where the clip had been only seconds before. He then brushed her thick glossy hair with his fingers. His face was only inches from hers, his breath tickled her ear.
The pleasure Katie found in this sweet and simple gesture melted any reserve she had left. Involuntarily, Katie’s own fingers curled around Michael’s shirt as a soft moan escaped her lips. She tilted her head sideways in an open invitation for Michael to explore her neck, which he did, with soft kisses that barely touched her skin. His lips glided over her neck until he came to rest in the shallow hollow at its base, where he tasted her vanilla scented skin with his tongue.
Katie gripped his shirt tighter, popping the top two buttons in the process. Katie herself felt she was about to pop out of her silk blouse and skirt from the pure intensity of the tremors that were making their way through her body. Her breath came in uneven gasps as Michael pulled her arms high above her head, while his other hand twisted around her long brown hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat and her upper chest even more. His lips traveled farther south, kissing her skin through the soft fabric of her shirt. Katie could feel her wet sex throbbing with anticipation, her pelvis tightened, aching to be filled.
Her nipples were taut and erect as Michael found them with his lips, lightly he gripped them with his teeth. Another moan escaped Katie’s lips as she leaned into him, urging him to take in more. Instead, Michael drew back, looking into Katie’s deep green eyes he lowered her arms and withdrew the loop from her wrists. For a moment Katie felt confused and a bit disappointed, but not for long.
“Put your hands behind your back.” Michael instructed with a gentle command.
Katie did as she was told. Excitement flooded back into her as she felt the silk tie bind her wrists once again. Her knees ached slightly from the pressure of kneeling, but the pain was quickly forgotten as Michael’s hands gripped her waist, exploring her curves with his hands. His hands inched up her waist. He skimmed her breasts with his thumbs and then circled her nipples until the pressure was almost unbearable. Then, one button at a time, he undid her blouse revealing her fine white skin, lightly kissing the soft mounds encased in her lace bra.
Katie’s hands strained against the fabric of the tie. She could have easily slipped her hands from the loop, but she enjoyed the game far too much to spoil her own pleasure… or his. She arched her back encouraging him to take her into his mouth. Michael slipped the fabric of her blouse from her shoulders and then undid the front hook of her bra before grasping Katie’s shoulders and pulling her to him. His breath grew hot and ragged as he drew her tender flesh into his mouth once again, his tongue flicking at the hard nubs of her nipples.
Once again Michael slipped the tie from Katie’s hands pulling them back over her head before binding them again. He then laid her on her back so that her knees were in the air with her feet on the ground. Pushing up her skirt and parting her knees, Michael’s mouth began an exploration of Katie’s bare legs, starting with her expensively heeled toes. Dispensing with one shoe and than the other, Michael massaged each of Katie’s delicate feet. Working his hands up her calves he watched as Katie melted into the floor. By the time he reached her slender thighs his intention had changed. What had been a deep kneading movement became light, gentle, and circular in its motion.
Katie arched herself in an attempt to draw him toward her slippery mound, but Michael would not be hurried. Over and over his warm competent hands moved across her flesh, until Katie thought she could stand it no more. Just as the temptation to free herself from her bindings grew to an overwhelming sensation, Michael lowered his head once again, methodically kissing the exposed flesh of her inner thighs. His fingers dug into her bottom, pulling her closer to his hungry mouth. Laying her back down on the floor his hands moved to the front of the bit of lace that covered her trimmed lower lips. Pulling aside the skimpy fabric with one finger he gently kissed the swollen flesh beneath. Her wetness driving him crazy, he plunged inside her with his other hand, causing her to squirm with desire. Slowly and relentlessly he licked and sucked while entering her over and over again. Katie rocked against him, feeling the pull of her impending climax guide her.
“God, I love the way you taste.” Michael murmured into her increasing heat.
Katie could only pant and moan in response as her body trembled and shook, her orgasm overtaking her in wave upon wave of slippery pleasure. Still, Michael wouldn’t quit. Katie wasn’t sure she could take any more and tried pushing him away with her thighs, but Michael was determined.
Pushing her thighs apart he lifted his head and met Katie’s eyes, “I’m not done.” He said as his mouth went to work again, pushing her even harder toward an orgasmic free fall. Katie had no strength now and simply gave in to the rush of heat and power that crashed over her until she lay limp on the floor of the elevator.
Just then the sound of a motor coming to life vibrated through their private sanctum. Michael met Katie’s eyes with a smile before he quickly helped her up, gently removing his tie and throwing it in his briefcase. As Katie put herself back together Michael’s arms came around her, his big hands buttoning her blouse as if he had done so a thousand times. As the numbers dropped towards the ground floor, Michael held her hands behind her back once again while placing small kisses on Katie’s mouth. Katie could taste herself on his lips. She felt her self becoming aroused again despite herself.
As the bell went off, indicating they had reached their destination, Michael released Katie’s hands and pulled his mouth away from hers. With one last look, they exited the elevator and walked into the night.
