An Affair Thread

Not being greatly experienced in these things, I tried to imagaine how an affair might start. Of course I have no doubt that the following is nothing more than a cliche.

Affair

Lance pressed the button that called Val in from the outer office, and leaned back in his chair waiting for her entrance. She came in quietly closing the office door behind her. Val had replaced Celia last month, Celia deciding it would better to work elsewhere following Lance’s decision to stop seeing her, and promptly resigning and walking out of the office. He found out later that she had gone to work for Turners on the other side of town. There had been a few days of Agency Temps, Val being the last. Val had been proficient, very effective, and Lance had quickly offered her a full time position. Lance now re-examined Val as she walked across to the desk. Val’s medium length blond hair was immaculately clipped neatly back behind a dark hair band, her white blouse still sharply pressed despite it being the end of a long day in the office. Her underwear was only vaguely visible through the heavy shear of the blouse material. Below the blouse her vented black skirt was smoothed down, stopping just above the knees. She had entered with a stenographer’s style notebook in hand.

“Yes Mr Paige?” she enquired as she came towards the desk.

“Now Val, less of this Mr Paige. When no one is around, call me Lance. And no one is around are they Val?”

“No Mr Paige, sorry, Lance. No one is here. Everyone else has gone home for the day. I was just finishing off my self when you buzzed. What would you like me to do for you Mr Paige, I’m sorry, Lance?” She asked flipping open her notepad and taking a seat at the chair in front of his desk before looking him directly in the eyes.”

Lance looked at her, met her blue eyes with his and smiled. “Aah now Val that is the question. What would I like you to do for me? Well, look, come around the desk and be a little less formal for a start?”

Unsure of where this was going, Val stood up, and put her notepad on the desk. She walked around to where Lance was sat and stood directly in front of him a questioning look upon her face. Lance put his arms around her waist, one hand on each of her buttocks pulling her down to him.

“Now then Val, lets see what we can do for each other,” Lance said as he looked up to kiss her as she fell down to him surprised by the speed of his approach.

Val turned her face away, refusing his overtures, mortified at her own naivety. “No Mr Paige, Lance, No. Not like this, no.” Struggling to pull away, she slipped and put her hand out to stem her fall. Her outstretched hand impacted his lap with her whole weight momentarily behind it.

Lance whooshed as the air expelled from his lungs, his hands clutching his tormented groin, his face red as the shards of pain shot through his testicles, the agony of fire replacing the fire of arousal.

Horrified, Val pulled back, shocked at what she had done, and having regained her composure, she rushed to the door and into the toilet. Under the sink tap she rinsed through a mug normally used for coffee, and filled it with fresh cold water, before returning to the office and Lance.

“Mr Paige, here, drink this, “she said, offering the drink to his lips. “ I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you there, I would never do that, I am so sorry”

Lance waved his arm, a wind milling gesture, swallowed a little of the water, and then took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure, if not his self-esteem. He really wasn’t sure if her actions were intentional or accidental. Either way he had been unprepared for the blow and his groin had taken the full brunt of her assault with the not unsurprising results. Finally able to gather himself, he waved his hands once more, beckoning her over to him. As she approached him, he again put his arms around her waist.

“Lets try that one more time shall we?” He said as he pulled her down to him again. Fearful of hurting again, she did not struggle as her boss pulled her to him, his hands firmly gripping her, sliding up her back as she slowly sank towards him under his relentless pressure, until eventually her lips were in front of his, her eyes looking directly into his, her nose touching the tip of his.

He leant forward slightly and brushed his lips on hers, his eyes closed as the pleasure of the kiss exceeded his expectations, her soft velvety lips warm on his and the minted perfume of her breath in his nostrils combining to arouse him to levels where the pain of her stumble became a distant memory. Slowly, with increasing passion she kissed back, the pressure from her lips finally matching his. Her eyes closed as she too savoured the moment, a moment that she knew should not be happening, a moment that she knew was just a cliché, and a moment that left her unsure of what to do next. After all, she was a secretary, and he was her boss.

Lance was now on his feet, his lips still pressed to Val’s, causing his secretary to back-pedal until she was stopped against the desk. Still Lance forced his lips on hers, his tongue probing, now pushing her head back further and further, until she fell, her upper body horizontal upon the desk. Lance was over her, his lips crushing hers, his hands now no longer on her back, but now were on her front, a stimulus she hardly asked for yet did not reject as the buttons on her blouse were slowly and determinedly unbuttoned.

Lance’s hand felt the fullness of her breast, caressing and teasing the hardening nipple as Val’s body responded to his advances. He pushed aside the lace cups of her underwear with one hand as his other stole up her leg, moving her skirt to one side, his intentions now fully apparent. Her breasts fully revealed, his mouth moved down first to suckle at one before moving slowly to the other. There was no way to mistake his purpose and Val no longer made any attempt or had any desire to defer him. Lance reached down and undid the belt of his trousers, and releasing the catch, allowed his trousers to fall to the floor stepping out of them as he pressed forward. As he stood back, Val made no attempt to move, her back pressed to the desk, her legs dangled apart with her feet not quite touching the floor. Lance stepped forward between her legs pressing his hardness against her through her underwear. Lance kissed first one breast and then the other before moving his head down, his tongue tracing a path to her sex. As he moved down his hands took their own path down each side of her now naked upper body, travelling over the rucked skirt obscenely bunched about her hips, to find their way to the tops of her legs. His tongue and fingers combined and he slid her tights and short white briefs down, pulling them firmly to pass the weight of her on the desk, rolling them down and pulling them off one leg, leaving them dangling like a flag on the other.

As he knelt between her legs, her sex naked in front of him, he took in the musky and slightly sweaty aroma that assailed his nostrils, detected the scent of her arousal, saw the glistening of her readiness to take him. As he stood he pushed down his under clothes and leaning forward to kiss her breasts, his arousal found its path and entered her, her breath gasping as he penetrated and pushed hard against her, not pausing until he was fully inside her. They were as one in their animalistic desire for sating their needs, for enjoying the pleasures of bodies freely shared in the joy of sex. An affair freely entered and enjoined by both participants, an affair of two equal combatants, both giving and taking with pleasure and not remorse or guilt. Two willing partners enthusiastically embarking on their first assignation upon the desk that was the symbol as well as the actuality of their relationship. Business desk, boss and secretary.