My Sexy Saturday, week 75

Welcome to another edition of My Sexy Saturday – the blog hop giving writers of erotica a chance to share 7 words,  7 sentences or 7 paragraphs based on a particular sexy them each week.

This weeks theme is I’m So Sexy and my 7 sentences are from an untitled WIP.  Nadia and Sam meet at a bar and have a one night stand, only to find out the following Monday that Sam is the new intern in one of the departments of the company Nadia works for.

As is typical of many women, Nadia doesn’t think she’s anything special and has no idea why Sam was drawn to her, especially not when he could probably have had his pick of any of the young, gorgeous women in the bar that night.

As is typical of many men, Sam can’t understand why Nadia has such a low opinion of herself, and lets his frustration show.

 

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“You are quite possibly the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on,” Sam announced and Nadia laughed.

“You do realise you don’t need to sweet talk me to get me to have sex with you again,” Nadia joked as he moved over and they got under the blankets.

“It was a compliment, not some stupid ploy to get you into bed,” Sam replied, sounding insulted.

“I… I’m sorry, I just find it hard to believe that someone could think that about me,” Nadia told him with brutal honesty.

“Well I think that about you,” Sam told her in a tone of voice that was so matter of fact, she couldn’t help but believe him. “Your boobs, waist and hips are like the curvy trifecta of hotness, you have a beautiful smile and your eyes are the most intense shade of blue I have ever seen” he eleaborated.

“I still find it hard to believe, you must have skinny little things throwing themselves at you all the time, I just don’t see why you would want me,” Nadia told him honestly.

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Sam meets his fantasy woman. Again.

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I often feel like a failure because I seem unable to concentrate on one story at a time.  I will write like a mad woman and then get inspired and just have to quickly write down the opening scenes of a new story.  Old story gets put on back burner, new story becomes main focus.  Then rinse and repeat.  Over.  And over.

One such story is the story of Nadia and Sam.  Nadia and Sam meet one night at a pub and end up having one exceptionally passion fuelled night.  Fast forward to Monday at work.  Nadia enters the office of the HR manager to give him some contracts, only to be introduced to the new intern.  Of course it is Sam.  Neither can stop thinking about the other, but for various reasons (namely their 10 year age gap) believe anything more is out of the question.

Of course there is more in store for them and yes, you would be correct in presuming there is a happy ever after for them.

I just need to actually get around to writing it.  Check back in a few years?

Until then, I give you a little excerpt… this is from Sam’s perspective just moments after he has been introduced to Nadia ‘for the first time’ at work.

 

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You can head off if you want, Sam,” Colin offered, shaking him from his thoughts. “I know the first day can leave you with a lot to take in,” he added.

As long as you are sure? I don’t mind staying on longer,” Sam replied, knowing very well Colin wouldn’t make him stay. Thank god.

No, I will be going soon, get home and put your feet up,” Colin said and Sam nodded.

Okay then, I will see you in the morning,” Sam told his new boss.

Good to have you on the team,” Colin replied and stood up to shake his hand.

It’s good to be here,” Sam responded, and it was true, he had really enjoyed his first day

Even without the revelation that the woman he couldn’t get his mind off also worked there.

Sam collected his keys, phone and wallet from the office he was sharing with one of the HR administrators and walked down to the elevator and waited for it to arrive. When the doors finally opened he stepped in and rolled his eyes when the elevator started going up instead of down. The doors opened and suddenly it felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the building; he was unexpectedly face-to-face with Nadia, for the second time that day.

The elevator was full meaning talking to her wasn’t an option, but she did give him a knowing smile then proceeded to stand right in front of him. She smelt incredible, the perfume she was wearing had a floral scent – jasmine to be precise – a scent he had always loved.

The doors began closing and just in time an arm shot through, causing the sensors to open the doors again. A man entered and everyone shuffled back a couple of steps – except Nadia, who moved back even further until she was pressing lightly against him. Sam moved his hand and very gently brushed his fingers against her hip, smirking to himself as Nadia’s butt immediately pressed harder against him. The smirk didn’t last long and was instead replaced by a frown as he tried to mentally stop his cock responding to the feeling of Nadia’s body against his.

The elevator arrived on the ground floor just in time, a second longer and he would have gone from being semi-hard to having a full blown erection. Not ideal in public and especially not at work. Everyone disembarked and Sam made a point of trailing behind, he was not prepared to talk to Nadia and was terrified that if she spoke to him he would make a complete fool of himself. He had been nervous enough talking to her on Saturday night but upon finding out she was one of the heads of department at Forsyth & Whittaker, she had instantly become ten times hotter. And more intimidating.

When she had entered Colin’s office that afternoon Sam had almost fainted as a result of the blood in his body being diverted straight to his cock. She was his longest serving fantasy come to life. Since his very first wet dream at the age of twelve he had been very turned on by the idea of the naughty business woman and the young employee.

Her job – high up the corporate ladder – would earn her automatic respect and make people a little afraid of her. She would appear very proper and serious in her expensive outfits, her hair would always look as if she had stepped out of the salon, her make up would be flawless. To everyone else she would be professionalism personified, but that young employee would see a side to her no one else would.

Only he would know what she was like outside of work hours – a sex-fiend that wasn’t satisfied until she was fucked into a coma-like state. Only he would know that her favourite place to have sex was in public where there was a real risk of being caught. Only he would know that she loved role-play and that she particularly enjoyed being the naughty university librarian who had sex with students who stayed late at night to study. Only he would know that she had an extensive collection of sex toys and loved being tied up and teased with said sex toys. Only he would know that beneath her expensive business suits she wore some of the sluttiest lingerie on the market. Only he would know how much she loved being fucked on her desk when they worked late into the night. Only he would know how much she craved his cock, how much she craved him.

The sway of her hips as Nadia walked toward the exit of the building had a hypnotic effect on him. The black skirt she was wearing showed off her hips and ass in a very enticing manner, while the white shirt she was wearing emphasised her waist and framed her boobs in a teasing-yet-appropriate-for-work type of way. There was also the not-so-small matter of her shoes. One look at the black slingbacks and all he wanted to do was tear her clothes off and take her against the wall right there in the foyer of the office building. He wanted to feel the stiletto heels digging into his skin, he wanted to go down on her and feel the heels scraping up his back as she moaned and writhed around in pleasure.

Sam didn’t know what it was about high heels that did it for him. There was something almost authoritarian about them and he presumed it was related to his business-woman fantasy. In his fantasy the woman was always wearing heels. It had been Nadia’s shoes which caught his eye first on Saturday night, red, shiny, high, sexy, but classy. He still regretted not asking if she could leave them on while they had sex but wondered if perhaps he would get another chance to live out that particular fantasy with her.

By the time he got back to the hotel he took a cold shower. Nadia had been on his mind throughout the journey home and he was stuck in a semi-hard state. A semi-hard state which turned into a rock hard state the moment he made it inside his hotel room. It was his hope that the cold shower would help tame his cock – but it didn’t – so he gave up and made the shower hot, then took matters into his own hands.

As he pumped his hand up and down his shaft, his mind was flooded with the memories of what he and Nadia had done on Saturday night. The frantic pace of their first time, the way it had felt when she had been on top, the slow sex on Sunday morning, how tightly she had wrapped her legs around his waist when he had fucked her in that very shower. It was the shower sex that he remembered in the most graphic detail and as he jerked off he imagined it was Nadia’s pussy gripping his cock, rather than his own hand. He grunted loudly as he came and enjoyed the sensation of relaxation that washed over him.

Sam had no idea how he was going to survive working day in, day out with Nadia. It wasn’t like they worked in the same department and he doubted they would have cause to see each other very often, but knowing she was in the building would be enough.

He was screwed.