Laced in Leather: A Forbidden Office Affair
It was a busy day at the office. People were buzzing around, phones were ringing, and the air was filled with the sound of tapping keyboards. I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate on my work, but my mind kept wandering to the new hire.
I had seen her the day before and had been struck by her beauty. She was tall with long, dark hair and piercing green eyes. She had a figure that could stop traffic, with curves in all the right places and a confidence that made heads turn. But what really caught my attention was the leather outfit she wore.
It wasn’t anything too revealing, just a tight-fitting leather skirt that hugged her hips and a leather blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. But with every movement, the leather creaked and groaned, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to run my hands over her smooth leather-clad skin.
I knew it was wrong to think of her that way. It was unprofessional, and she had only just started working here. But the more I tried to push her out of my mind, the more my desire grew. I knew I had to do something about it before it consumed me.
The next day, I decided to take a chance and strike up a conversation with her. I waited for the right moment, when she was alone in the break room, and made my move.
“Hi, I’m Sean,” I said, offering my hand.
She looked up from her book and took my hand, giving it a firm shake. “I’m Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Sam. I couldn’t help but notice your outfit yesterday. It’s quite striking.”
Sam smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I like to make an impression.”
“Well, it certainly worked on me. I was wondering if maybe we could grab a drink after work sometime?”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me out on a date?”
I blushed, realizing how it must have sounded. “No, no, I just meant as colleagues grabbing a drink. I mean, if you’d like to, that is.”
Sam laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent a thrill through me. “I’d like that, Sean. How about tomorrow after work? There’s a great bar down the street.”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll meet you there at 5?”
“5 it is.” Sam gave me a sly smile. “And Sean? Dress up. I have a feeling you’ll want to impress me.”
The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever as I counted down the hours until our date. I couldn’t concentrate on anything except Sam and the possibilities that awaited us. Would she be interested in me? Would we hit it off? And what did she mean by “dress up?”
Finally, 5 o’clock arrived, and I made my way to the bar. Sam was already there, sitting at a table in the corner. As I approached, I couldn’t help but stare at her outfit. She was wearing a tight-fitting leather dress that left little to the imagination, paired with black thigh-high boots that hugged her legs like a second skin.
“Wow,” I said, sitting down across from her. “You look amazing.”
Sam gave me a sultry smile. “Thank you. I thought you might like this.”
I ordered us both a drink, and we spent the next few hours talking and laughing. I found myself drawn to Sam’s magnetic personality and quick wit, and the more we talked, the more I wanted her.
As the night wore on and our drinks flowed, the conversation turned to more personal topics. Before I knew it, Sam was telling me about her past relationships and what she was looking for in a partner.
“I’m not looking for anything serious right now,” she said, sipping her drink. “Just something casual and fun. Do you think you could handle that, Sean?”
I swallowed hard, the image of Sam in her leather dress burned into my mind. “I can handle it if you can.”
Sam smiled, reaching across the table to touch my hand. “Good. Because I think you and I have a lot of chemistry, Sean. And I think it’s time we explore that chemistry a little more intimately.”
My heart pounded in my chest as Sam paid the bill and we left the bar. I followed her outside, my eyes glued to her leather-clad backside as we walked down the street. I knew what she was suggesting, and I couldn’t withstand.
When we arrived at Sam’s apartment, she wasted no time leading me to her bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind us, she pulled me into a heated kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth as she pressed her body against mine.
The sensation of her leather dress against my skin was electric, and I found myself growing harder by the second. Sam seemed to sense my desire and pulled away, her hands moving to the zipper on the back of her dress.
“Take it off,” she whispered in my ear.
I eagerly complied, my fingers fumbling with the small zipper as I worked to free her from her leather prison. As soon as I had the dress off, Sam stood before me in just her boots and a lacy black bra and panties.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, the sight of her in such minimal clothing sending my desire soaring. Sam noticed my gaze and walked over to me, her hands trailing over my chest.
“Let me see what you’re hiding,” she said, reaching down to undo my pants.
Within seconds, she had my cock in her hand, stroking it lightly as she looked up at me. “Mmm, I thought so. You like my leather, don’t you?”
The sound of her sultry voice and the feel of her leather gloves on my skin was too much to bear. I groaned, thrusting into her hand as she continued to stroke me.
Sam giggled, taking off her gloves and tossing them apart. She knelt down, taking my cock into her mouth as she sucked me deep into her throat. I threw my head back in pleasure, groaning as Sam worked her magic.
After what felt like hours, Sam stood up, a wicked gleam in her eye. “I want you to fuck me, Sean. Right here on the bed. But first, I want you to put this on.”
She tossed me a small box, and I opened it to reveal a leather cock ring. I had never used one before, but the wondered of it only heightened my desire. I slipped it on, adjusting it until it was snug against me.
“Now get on the bed,” Sam said, pushing me back.
I obeyed, watching in awe as Sam straddled me, positioning my cock at her entrance. With a quick movement, she lowered herself onto me, taking me deep inside her.
Sam rode me hard, her hips grinding against mine as she moaned in pleasure. I dug my fingers into her hips, pushing her down onto me as I thrusted into her.
“Harder!” she cried, her voice echoing off the walls. “Fuck me harder!”
I complied, pounding into her with all my might as she screamed in ecstasy. Finally, she collapsed onto me, her body spent.
We lay there, panting and sweating, until finally, Sam pulled away, a sly smile on her face.
“Same time next week?” she asked.
I grinned, my mind already racing with the possibilities. “Definitely.”