He smiled at me, as though suddenly remembering his manners. “No, I like it! It's cute. Everything's really homey, and I like all the colors and art.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You don't have to fib.”
“No, I'm not. It's not fancy, but it's not a show suite. I get that.”
“Come on, I'll show you what you came for,” I said, grabbing his hand.
“Wow, you don't waste any time,” he said, looking appreciatively down my body.
“The theater,” I said. “I'll show you around backstage.”
He chuckled. “I knew what you meant.”
Trevor had his hands all over me as I showed him around, explaining that a proscenium theater is the style where the stage is under an arch, the proscenium arch.
“Sounds sexy,” he said as he kissed my shoulder, through my fuzzy fall sweater.
“Not as sexy as a thrust stage,” I said. “That's the kind that thrusts out into the audience.”
“Thrust,” he said, grabbing my h*ps and grinding against me from behind.
The techies who were checking the sound for the evening's show stared our way. I knew most of the staff at the theater, even the ones who weren't in the office much, and I swear that when they saw me with Trevor, their eyes all bugged out of their heads.
I wanted to say to them all, I know, right? I mean, come on, look at this big teddy bear!
Trevor leaned down and whispered into my ear, “I need to have you.”
I'd been thinking about getting a nice dinner together, somewhere cozy, but his deep voice in my ear sent a vibration through me, stronger than any sex toy.
I whispered, “Say that again.”
He nibbled on my ear and pressed his hard c**k into my back. “I need to have you. I'm going to f**k you, Naomi. Right in front of all these people in their black T-shirts.”
I giggled and put my hand over his mouth. My voice loud and business-like, I said, “I guess I should show you the props.”
He pinched my bum. “Sure, the props. Show them to me. I want to see all the props.”
We have a number of little rooms and areas backstage, but as I showed Trevor around, none of them were suitable for doing what I wanted to do to him. Everywhere we went, either the doors were locked and I didn't have a key, or there were people using the spaces for vocal warmups or stretches.
Finally, Trevor said, “It's okay, I think I got it to go to sleep.”
I reached for his crotch, but he jumped back quickly. Laughing, he said, “Let's get dinner, we can play after.”
I'd left my purse and cell phone up in the office, so we ran back up to get them. As we returned to my cubicle, he had his hands all over me again. The lights were mostly off now, with only two safety lights on in the entire office. Row upon row of cubicles were quiet and empty, the monitors turned off to save power.
“It's so quiet,” I said.
He embraced me from behind as I leaned over to grab my purse from my drawer.
I stood, turned around, and he lifted my sweater up over my head. I had anticipated this and raised my arms to make it easier. He grabbed my br**sts and squeezed them once, kissing the tops of each, then he unfastened my bra. It dropped to the floor as he took one breast in his mouth. As he sucked the nipple, hard, a jolt went through me. He turned to the other nipple and sucked it, teasing it with his teeth and tongue.
A flush of warmth went to my pelvis. He smelled so good, so musky.
He pulled back from me long enough to remove his jacket, lay it over the cubicle wall, and loosen his tie. As he moved in again and clinched me in his arms, my fingers scrambled to undo the buttons of his shirt.
As the pinstriped shirt came off, he transformed from businessman to beast. My beast.
I ran my hands over the dark curls on his chest and took a turn sucking on his hard ni**les, tickling them with my tongue and teeth as he had done to me.
The air-conditioned air was cool on my exposed skin, making me shiver, but not for long. He stepped out of his suit pants and shoes and began to work on peeling off my corduroy trousers. “Damnit, why no skirt?” he said.
“Can't make it too easy for you,” I joked.
He growled, like a bear, and finally got them off.
I had barely stepped out of my panties and he had his hands on me, and in me. He rubbed my cl*t as he fingered me, probing me. It felt so good to have him touching me. He pushed me back so I was sitting on my desk, and he drove his fingers deeper as he sucked on my br**sts at the same time. The intensity drove me wild. It was almost too much.
My hand flailed out, reaching for his cock, disappointed to find it was still stuck inside his shorts. He rapidly brought me to my first orgasm, and I moaned and squirmed around helplessly on my desk. I panted and gasped, sucking in air as he sucked on first one and then the other nipple, sending electrical jolts through me as my orgasm rocked my body with pleasurable pulses.
He took a break and pulled back slowly, smiling at me, lit only by a far-away light and my computer monitor, which had flicked on at some point, probably when I'd nearly sat on the mouse.
“Wow,” I said. “I've never had so much fun at work.”
“Just repaying the favor you did me at the show suite.”
My mouth watered for him. I sat up and grabbed him by the cock. He let me lead him closer, and I peeled down his underwear.
I said, “Still want me to suck your toe?”
“Not now,” he said, grinning.
“Want me to suck something else?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Take a seat,” I said, nodding to my office chair, a little black swivel number with no armrests.
He sat, and I slid off my desk and got onto my hands and knees. As he'd done for me at the show suite, I crawled toward him.
I nuzzled his legs, letting my hair trail along, up and down his legs. I doubted he could feel my soft hair much through his leg hair, so I resorted to biting him, giving little love bites all the way up both thighs. He seemed to shiver.
“You cold?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Good.” I grabbed his shaft in my hand and rolled my tongue around the head of his dick.
He groaned with pleasure as I took him into my mouth, licking and sucking. I got in close to him, squeezing my br**sts against his thighs as I licked and sucked him. He ran his arms over my shoulders and up and down my back, telling me how nice it felt.
That aching sensation returned to my vagina, and as I bobbed up and down on his delicious rod, I couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted him inside me again.
He seemed to be reading my mind, because he said, “Wanna climb up on me?”