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Speaker 1: earbuds in, loosen any clothing, close your eyes, and surrender
Speaker 1: to the pleasure of my voice moving over and inside you.
Speaker 1: And when you're ready to surrender to sensuous pleasure, just
Speaker 1: take a deep breath and hold it for a moment
Speaker 1: and then release it with a sigh, letting go of
Speaker 1: any tension, any stress. For the next twenty minutes or so,
Speaker 1: it's just you in my voice. This is your time,
Speaker 1: your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction, your
Speaker 1: time to release a woman as you listened to my
Speaker 1: voice and fell the story caressing over your body. Susie
Speaker 1: stood at the door, wondering why it intimidated her so much.
Speaker 1: The shining plaque was new, but exactly the same as
Speaker 1: the last plaque she had had. It was eighteen months
Speaker 1: since she had last been in her office, not this office.
Speaker 1: Two years ago. They had bought a new office with
Speaker 1: big plans. Of course, the gods laugh when men make plans,
Speaker 1: and that had been no exception. The pandemic had struck
Speaker 1: brutally hard. People were forced back into their homes to
Speaker 1: continue to work. Their shining new offices had remained barren
Speaker 1: and desolate for all that time. In truth, Susie had
Speaker 1: gotten kind of use to not having to commute into
Speaker 1: the office. The relaxed attitude of showering and shaving suited her.
Speaker 1: She almost wanted to be back in the midst of
Speaker 1: the pandemic. Her home may be empty apart from her dog,
Speaker 1: but she had accepted her single life and preferred it
Speaker 1: to all the faux couples she saw. But she knew
Speaker 1: she couldn't. She knew life had to return to normal.
Speaker 1: Today was the first day back in their job, the
Speaker 1: first day seeing her new office. She knew she should
Speaker 1: be excited, so why the hell did it feel like
Speaker 1: the first day of school all over again. Gripping the
Speaker 1: door handle, she turns it slowly, anticipating a surprise. But
Speaker 1: when the door swings open, there is nothing but a chair,
Speaker 1: a desk, and a filing cabinet. She shouldn't really be surprised.
Speaker 1: Misted glass panel that replaced a wall and created an obvious,
Speaker 1: if blurred impression of an empty office that lay behind.
Speaker 1: Placing her toe bag and plant on the desk, she
Speaker 1: studied the welcome fact left for her, a stupid COVID
Speaker 1: questionnaire as if she would have come into the office
Speaker 1: if she had at any of the symptoms pandemic or not.
Speaker 1: A map of the floor she was on, restrooms and
Speaker 1: coffee machines mapped out in neon green with helpful images
Speaker 1: just in case she had forgotten what one looked like
Speaker 1: a helpful guide to the filing cabinet. Really, is this
Speaker 1: what the world has come to? Forgetting how to open
Speaker 1: and close filing cabinets? Images of her office chair and
Speaker 1: what all the levers were for something she should know
Speaker 1: and possibly would try. For a whole five minutes until
Speaker 1: she had lost her patience with it and accepted the
Speaker 1: defeat would destiny not to reach the floor. And then
Speaker 1: there was the instruction manual to her desk. This was
Speaker 1: no simple image with side notes. This was thirty two
Speaker 1: pages of instruction in three different languages. Turns out her
Speaker 1: bosses had decided that just sitting at the desk and
Speaker 1: working was way too relaxing. Now she had to have
Speaker 1: a desker that could rise up and down so she
Speaker 1: could stand at the desk. Of course, they had ignored
Speaker 1: the fact that at a little over five feet tall,
Speaker 1: she was stood at most desks With her talent for technology,
Speaker 1: no doubt, within a day she would need a step
Speaker 1: ladder to reach her paper and pens. And of course,
Speaker 1: the ubiquitous note informing her that only ten people were
Speaker 1: allowed in the office at any one time. Really three
Speaker 1: hundred office suites and only ten people allowed in. She
Speaker 1: guessed she would have to get used to empty off
Speaker 1: from now on, and a very helpful footnote from it,
Speaker 1: offering a helpline if she had any problems with her
Speaker 1: new furniture, which would no doubt go through to a
Speaker 1: voicemail that no one ever listened to. Deciding she needed
Speaker 1: a coffee before she started setting up anything that required
Speaker 1: a manual, grabbed the floor mat and headed out to
Speaker 1: find the coffee machine. A woman needed to maintain priorities.
Speaker 1: After all, it only took her twenty minutes to return
Speaker 1: to her office. Of course, no one had thought to
Speaker 1: mark that on her map. Her coffee was still thankfully
Speaker 1: lukewarm when she placed it on the desk and glared
Speaker 1: at her chair. The electricity of mutual loathing crackled in
Speaker 1: the air between them. She walked slowly around the chair,
Speaker 1: inspecting the levers to get her bearings before sitting on it.
Speaker 1: The chair had obviously been designed for her orangutang. As
Speaker 1: her arms fell miserably to reach any of the trolls
Speaker 1: underneath the seat, her feet still a good eighteen inches
Speaker 1: from the floor, she accidentally discovered the massage button, which
Speaker 1: would no doubt have been soothing had she not been
Speaker 1: trying to lean over the arm of the chair to
Speaker 1: reach the levers and the massage rollers, finding her most
Speaker 1: sensitive spots. Sighing irritably, she accepted that she would have
Speaker 1: to just leap in and out of the chair for
Speaker 1: the moment, but maybe she could figure out how to
Speaker 1: lower the desk. Having it lower than chin level just
Speaker 1: had to be useful. Otherwise she really would have to
Speaker 1: get a step ladder and just sit on the desk
Speaker 1: and work. This was so stupid. Someone in their infinite
Speaker 1: wisdom had decided what a woman of Petite's thatture really
Speaker 1: needed was all the controls of her desk along the side,
Speaker 1: completely out of sight, so she had to lean over
Speaker 1: the desk to find them. Fumbling blindly her cheek pressed
Speaker 1: hard against the cold Mella mine's surface, Susy could feel
Speaker 1: some controls, although figuring which ones they were was almost impossible. Eventually,
Speaker 1: she found what seemed to be the world's smallest joystick,
Speaker 1: and stretching her fingers, she barely managed to touch it.
Speaker 1: Saying a muttered prayer to herself, she started oppressing whatever
Speaker 1: she could. Without warning, the desk dropped eighteen inches, dumping
Speaker 1: her unceremoniously back into her seat. Trapping her legs tightly
Speaker 1: trying to reach the controls, but the desk blocked her attempts. Okay,
Speaker 1: this might actually be a little more uncomfortable than she liked.
Speaker 1: As she struggled in her prone position, conceding defeat, she
Speaker 1: reached for her handbag and pulled out her cellphone, dialing
Speaker 1: the number for it support hurriedly. She was surprised when
Speaker 1: somebody answered, Explaining her predicament, the young man healthily said
Speaker 1: he would be right up. Surprisingly, it was only a
Speaker 1: few minutes before he arrived, knocking at the door. He
Speaker 1: waited outside, Frustrated, Susie just called come on in. Then,
Speaker 1: he simply said, oh, as he looked at Susie trapped
Speaker 1: by her own desk. Dropping his tool back to the floor,
Speaker 1: he walked over, looking at the controls before pressing something somewhere.
Speaker 1: There was a slight cracking sound, and the desk shuddered
Speaker 1: slightly before failing to move completely. I think we might
Speaker 1: have blown a fuse, he said, running his fingers through
Speaker 1: his dark hair. Susy turned to face him, more than
Speaker 1: mildly irritated by the glint of humor in his bright eyes.
Speaker 1: You can get me out of this contraption, right, she said,
Speaker 1: more sharply than intended. His arms strained as he attempted
Speaker 1: to manually lift the desk, Susie's attention strangely drawn to
Speaker 1: his straining biceps and chest, even through his loose T shirt.
Speaker 1: The tightness of his muscles was evident. Okay, I'm going
Speaker 1: to have to climb under the desk to see if
Speaker 1: there's a fuse blown or something, he muttered, without exuding
Speaker 1: any confidence whatsoever. For some unknown reason, he rubbed his
Speaker 1: palms down his jeans before retrieving his tour bag and
Speaker 1: disappearing under the desk. From somewhere under the desk, Susy
Speaker 1: could just make out his voice. Can you move your
Speaker 1: legs to the side, please. I have to get into
Speaker 1: the controls and they're right above your legs. And desperately,
Speaker 1: Susie tried to move her legs, but found them to
Speaker 1: be completely trapped by the desk. No, I can't, she
Speaker 1: called back, reappearing from under the desk, his face absolutely serious,
Speaker 1: sperately controlling his urge to burst into laughter. You mention
Speaker 1: this to anyone, and your career here will be decidedly uncomfortable,
Speaker 1: Susy said, her voice stern and stressed. I won't, I promise,
Speaker 1: But to get you out, I'm going to have to
Speaker 1: find something to put over your legs to help them
Speaker 1: slip to the side. Have you got anything like a
Speaker 1: body lotion? He asked, blushing a little as much as
Speaker 1: it might surprise you, I don't carry things like body
Speaker 1: lotion around with me, just in case I get trapped
Speaker 1: by a stupid desk, She whispered curtly. Why not try
Speaker 1: the restrooms a hand lotion or something, her annoyance barely controlled.
Speaker 1: He opened his mouth to respond, but obviously thinking better
Speaker 1: of it, he shut it again, turning and leaving the room.
Speaker 1: Within a few moments, he returned with a bottle of
Speaker 1: what Susie hoped at least was hand wash. Obviously he
Speaker 1: knows that layout of the floor a whole lot better
Speaker 1: than she does. Disappearing back under the desk, Susie is
Speaker 1: at least grateful she decided to wear a skirt today.
Speaker 1: If she'd warm pants, no doubt, they would be ruined
Speaker 1: by what he had intended, and she would have to
Speaker 1: walk through the office with very damp patches all over
Speaker 1: her legs. It would be nice if he had warned
Speaker 1: her before he applied the first handful across her thighs.
Speaker 1: It was absolutely freezing. Where did you get that it's freezing,
Speaker 1: she cried, Oh sorry, it was in the stores. Are
Speaker 1: warm at a little Taking a little more care with
Speaker 1: his next application, slowly easing it over her knees, the
Speaker 1: warm caress of the oil kissing the soft skin at
Speaker 1: the bottom of her thighs firmly. Susie bit her lip
Speaker 1: to suppress a moan. I'm going to have to ease
Speaker 1: your skirt up a little. I'm sorry if this gets
Speaker 1: a little personal, he said, without conviction. I bet you are,
Speaker 1: Susy thought to herself, Thank God, I wore my decent panties.
Speaker 1: Feeling the strength of his fingers as they eased the
Speaker 1: lotion between her thighs, his thumbs moving up and down
Speaker 1: her soft skin inch by delicious inch, sending tremors through
Speaker 1: Susie's body that she had not felt in so long. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: long forgotten desire cascaded down her body, her thighs tensing,
Speaker 1: just forcing them tighter against the desk. God, your thighs
Speaker 1: are strong. I'm going to have to push a little harder,
Speaker 1: he muttered from under the desk. Susie's fingers gripped on
Speaker 1: the arm of the chair as she felt his long
Speaker 1: fingers pushing up her thighs, the damp, warm sensation of
Speaker 1: the lotion on her skin accentuating her own warm, damn
Speaker 1: feeling that was relentlessly growing inch by inch. He slid
Speaker 1: her skirt slowly higher, coating her skin in the luxurious lotion.
Speaker 1: Susie's pussy throbbing with need, she felt his hands slide
Speaker 1: ever closer to her folds. Years of single life and
Speaker 1: sexual frustration came to bear inside her pussy, and it
Speaker 1: painfully ached for him to touch her. What the heck
Speaker 1: was she doing? She had a senior job, and yet
Speaker 1: right now all she could think of was for this
Speaker 1: engineer's fingers to be pushing inside of her kneedy lips,
Speaker 1: his fingertips now brushing the edge of her panties as
Speaker 1: he massaged the lotion firmly across them. She could smell
Speaker 1: her own desire, even over the fragrance of the lotion.
Speaker 1: His breath caressed her pussy, while his lips stayed infuriating
Speaker 1: close but not touching. God, she was burning with desire. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: her thighs slipped under the desk, still trapped by the
Speaker 1: desk but parted. Now, Okay, I'm going to have to
Speaker 1: just unscrew the control panel. I'm sorry if it touches
Speaker 1: you in any way, he said gingerly. The sensation at
Speaker 1: the back of his fingers, pressing against her panty's sent
Speaker 1: shock weights of electricity through Susie's body. Each turn of
Speaker 1: the screwdriver, forcing his fingers to brush over her panties,
Speaker 1: innocently caressing her lips, her clit. Susie wasn't sure if
Speaker 1: she had already been moaning or if this was the
Speaker 1: first moment that had parted her lips, but the sensation
Speaker 1: of his fingers repeatedly brushing against her moist sensedivarier forced
Speaker 1: her a whole body to tense with uncontrollable desire. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: the desk lifted. Susie looked down his eyes looking up
Speaker 1: at her over her roosed shirt. Without thinking, she just
Speaker 1: said finish it and put her legs over his shoulders,
Speaker 1: pulling his lips firmly against her pussy. His tongue teased
Speaker 1: along the edge of her panties, teasing the edge of
Speaker 1: her folds. Susie slowly rocked her pussy up and down
Speaker 1: his stuble chin, the sensation sending wild waves of passion
Speaker 1: burning through her body. Slowly, his fingers explored her lips,
Speaker 1: his tongue teasing gently up and down the length of
Speaker 1: her pussy, exploring, tasting, teasing, before his fingers slipped the
Speaker 1: hood off her clit, and with delicious, deliberate broad strokes
Speaker 1: of his tongue, he caressed around it. She moaned loudly,
Speaker 1: her body leetting closer and closer to where she needed
Speaker 1: to be. His fingers slid inside her pussy, massaging her
Speaker 1: walls as his lips sucked on her clip, intermediately flicking
Speaker 1: it with his tongue, finding the massage bar. Finding the
Speaker 1: massage button on the chair, he started sending gentle vibrations
Speaker 1: for her body, intensifying the sensations already growing inside her.
Speaker 1: Her thighs tightened, squeezing his magic lips tight against her
Speaker 1: pussy as she gripped on the chair, his fingers thrusting
Speaker 1: harder and harder, deeper and deeper through her trembling lips,
Speaker 1: her pussy clutching frantically at every movement of his fingers.
Speaker 1: She could fill her core, tensing with the knee to
Speaker 1: release the need to come. As she felt her clip
Speaker 1: being sucked between his teeth, her body shook in pleasure
Speaker 1: as her orgasm exploded from the top of her head
Speaker 1: to the tip of her toes, pushing her chair back.
Speaker 1: She stared intensely at him. Be inside me now, she commanded.
Speaker 1: Without waiting, he raised himself to his knees and buckled
Speaker 1: his pants and guided his long, thick cock deep into
Speaker 1: a still trembling pussy, clutching at every throbbing inch as
Speaker 1: he pushed hard and deep inside her in perfect time
Speaker 1: with the vibrations of the chair. Unbuttoning her shirt, his
Speaker 1: hands rubbed roughly over the lace of her bra, pinching
Speaker 1: her nipples as he stretched her pussy tight around his girth.
Speaker 1: Her orgasm just seemed to continue to grow with every
Speaker 1: thrust of his hard cock. Wrapping her legs around his waist,
Speaker 1: she pulled him in closer, pushing her pussy hard against
Speaker 1: his thrusting hips. Listening to him moan. Hearing him so
Speaker 1: close to coming sent a fresh wave of desire through
Speaker 1: a body, her orgasm merciless in its domination of her
Speaker 1: whole body. Her hand reached down and rubbed her clip
Speaker 1: furiously as he continued to fuck her harder and harder,
Speaker 1: his own body tensing then shuddering as Susie felt the
Speaker 1: warm stream of his coming explode inside her. Her body
Speaker 1: responded so intensely she thought she might faint from the
Speaker 1: pleasure of flooding through her body as she cried out
Speaker 1: a raugasm. Holding him inside her, Susie immersed herself in
Speaker 1: the sensation of his wonderful cock pulsing against her clutching pussy.
Speaker 1: Opening her eyes, she held his beautiful gaze for a
Speaker 1: moment before whispering, I think my chairneys adjusting as well. Grinning,
Speaker 1: he simply said, oh, I can help with that. It
Speaker 1: might take me twenty minutes to get everything prepared again, though,
Speaker 1: So I hope you like that little story. Another one
Speaker 1: next week and obviously on Friday we have another harmony
Speaker 1: healing Meditation. Yes on Monday, a new erotic story. So
Speaker 1: if you have any ideas or any sugestions you'd like
Speaker 1: to hear for a story, then don't be shy and
Speaker 1: just come ahead and say this is what I'd like
Speaker 1: to hear you do as a story, and let's see
Speaker 1: where we go. Yeah, it's that easy. Just email me
Speaker 1: at Devlin at wilddesires dot com and not do what
Speaker 1: I can. So I look forward to seeing you on Monday.
Speaker 1: Wait until then and always with your pleasure in mind.
Speaker 1: This is devilin Wild wishing you salacious dreams,