One Night Ch. 03

*Thanks to my own personal editor. It means the world to me that you would help.*

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Harder and faster he moved into her. She looked over her shoulder begging him to give her the release her tormented body was craving. There were no words just him pounding into her aching pussy, driving into her with such force. She couldn't help but cry out with every thrust. His eyes looked into hers, she felt his need his deep desire. Soon she heard him whisper, soon.

Then there was noise, a very loud beeping invading Sarah's ears. What the she thought and then realized it was her alarm clock. She had been having the most erotic dream so far. Damn she had been so close to finding her release, her body still burned with the need for it. Taking another glance at the clock she decided she had time to enjoy what had been started. Resting her head back onto the pillow her hands moved under the covers.

One hand closing over her breast, pulling and tugging on it, while the other hand moved between her legs. It slipped under her panties, feeling her wetness almost instantly. Her dream had really done a number on her body. She could feel her little nub already hard and peaking out, welcoming her touch. Her fingers began rubbing, she had never felt so slick, so uncontrollably horny. Then she dared to move lower, one finger finding its way into her warmth as she felt her other hand tightening around her breast.

Sarah's fingers worked her body into a frenzy; she could feel her orgasm moving closer. Her breathing was harsher, her body tightening. All she could think about was her boss. She could remember her dream, looking back seeing Mr. James pushing his thick cock into her waiting cunt. He filled her so perfectly, each thrust stretching her tightness. His eyes looking into hers and taking what he wanted. Sarah cried out, her finger felt her juices flowing around them. Her voice filled her bedroom.

Waiting for her body to calm down, her breathing to return to normal Sarah stared up to the ceiling. Her thoughts a jumble, she wondered why she had such a fascination with her boss. She wanted to know why he intrigued her more then any other man ever had. What was it about him that made him become the man of her fantasies? She was an attractive woman and could have her fair share of guys it was just him and his dark looks that she felt pulled to. He had this confidence, this style that she wanted to know more about. She shook her head and cleared her thoughts, she'd find out about him soon enough.

Getting up from the bed she moved into the bathroom and began to get herself ready for her job. She went through her normal morning routine, pulling her hair back, washing her face, brushing her teeth. She wore very little makeup and had skin so many of her friends envied. It was soft and her features very classic. Sarah then walked to her closet and searched for the clothes of the day she found a soft blue outfit that was one of her favorites. She laid it on the bed and found her slip, bra, panties, garter, and stockings.

Putting on her matching light blue bra, panty, and garter set. She couldn't help but look at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't a self absorbed girl by any nature but this color always seemed to offset her eyes and add the extra sparkle. Sarah smiled and sat on the edge of her bed to put on her stockings. After fixing them to the garter she went back to put on her little bit of make up and fix her hair. She always wore it with long curls; most of the time pulled up and today was no exception.

She had felt that with her hair down she seemed to not be taken as seriously. It still amazed her so she often downplayed her sexuality. Tonight though at the club she thought she would not have that problem. Still Sarah wasn't sure what to expect. What kind of place it was, she was still very naïve in that aspect. Her experience was limited to sex in the bedroom and very little else where. She decided that she wouldn't worry about it, she'd be professional and everything would fall into place.

She finished dressing, put on her shoes and headed into her kitchen to have some coffee and something to eat. Looking at the clock Sarah saw the time and headed for the door. She left her house and got to the office before Mr. James. She sat down; her hands making sure her skirt hadn't ridden up to too high. Turning on her computer and checking her voice mail she wrote down the various information she got on an article she was writing. She began writing a story about fashion, what new styles were in. Her mind though kept drifting away to tonight and what would happen. It was then she saw him, Mr. James.

"Good morning Sarah. How is everything today?" he said standing by her desk.

"Good morning Mr. James, everything is just fine. Anything I can get for you?" she asked.

He smiled seeming to think about that question and then spoke. "I want you to do a little research on Mr. Michael Richards before we meet this evening. I believe he is frequenting this club you and I will be attending and would like to know more about his activities," he said winking.

"Not a problem. I'll work on it right away."

"That's a good girl," he said turning and going into his office.

Sarah returned to her computer, her fingers moving over it. Richards was a very wealthy bachelor in town. His money was old but he had political aspirations. He was always speaking out about his stand on sexual issues. Having him as a member of this club would certainly make him a hypocrite and it would also hurt some of his political dreams. She spent most of the morning finding out about him, his beliefs, things he liked, all the various information one could find if they only looked. She took her notes, put them together and went into see Mr. James.

"Sir, here are the notes on Richards," she said after knocking. She handed them to him and went to leave the room when her name on his lips stopped her.

"Sarah, please sit. I may have questions."

He read over her notes, sometimes a slight chuckle would slip past those amazing lips but more often then not he only nodded. His eyes moving over the pages, taking in everything she had typed up. Sarah was proud of her work and sat there waiting patiently to hear whatever questions he had for her, if any. Her hand fiddling with the hem of her skirt, she uncrossed and recrossed her legs at leased a dozen times.

"This is very good Sarah. This will help us in getting in with him when he shows up at the club. I knew that I choose the girl that would be perfect for this. You know I've always had my eye on you little Sarah."

"You have?" she said tentatively, not sure that her voice would work when she heard that.

"Yes, I believe you have an untapped ability that with my guidance will flourish and make you very happy."

Was he talking her abilities as a writer, or was it something else? It just seemed his word held some double meaning. Probably just Sarah wishing that there was another meaning. Yet there was something about the way he looked at her, there was something else in his eyes, something that made her a little frightened and aroused. What's wrong with me, she thought, he's only talking about work.

"I 'm very thankful for any help you could give me Mr. James."

"Yes I'm sure Sarah. I'll be leaving the office early today. Please be ready at seven. We'll go to dinner first then to the club. I assume you'll dress appropriately?"

"Of course, I'll make sure to be ready. Will that be all Mr. James?"

He looked at her, studying her body. His eyes moving over inch of her body, head to toe then back again. It made her tingle; her body shivered as she caught his eyes and held them. She nervously liked her lips and stood thinking she would be dismissed now. All he did was stare before glancing out the window and then finally speaking.

"Yes young Sarah, that is all for now."

She made it back to her desk and sat there, wow she thought he is like a magnet. He draws me in and I just want to have him touch me, she thought. She tried to concentrate on her work the rest of the day. Her copy needed to be with the final editor before she left today and so she was in a hurry. She didn't take a lunch but had something small delivered to her. Sarah watched as Mr. James left that afternoon. Her heart beat faster, her palms were sweaty and she still had several hours to go before she'd see him again.

She finished her story, and brought it down to Carver for editing. He had been her first friend there at the office. It was too bad he was gay or she would have gone for him. Instead she settled for a great friendship. She often went out with him and his boyfriend to clubs, dancing and having a great time. She couldn't help but smile as he reached for her story.

"What's got you so happy girl?"

"New story I'll be working on."

"It's about time. You've got great talent and I'm happy for you that they'll finally be seeing it. Mr. James has waiting too long to give you something good. So what's it about?"

"New sex club and some high ups are hanging out there after they have bashed the idea."

"Sounds like my kind of place," he said with a wink.

"Funny Carver, Mr. James will be taking..."

"Wait girl, he's going with you?"

"Yes, it's for work so don't go getting any ideas," she said with a laugh.

"Yeah okay I just want details. He's always so quiet and there's this mystery about him. You have to tell me about the date."

"It's not a date, its work."

"Yeah, yeah just go now and get ready. Have fun sweetie."

With that Sarah left the office and drove home. Carver's words hung in her ears and mingled with her own. She didn't have time for any of that thinking. She needed to get herself ready for the evening. She pulled into the drive, walked into her house and grabbed a glass of wine. She sat on her bed taking a sip then relaxing for a moment and thinking about the evening and all its wonder.

To be continued...