I glance at the clock. 7:17 am.

“Shit. I’m running late — again,” I say aloud. Ugh. I quickly throw my lunch in my red work bag, slip into my nude pumps, and start to rush out the door. Midway through the door, I realize, I forgot my coffee.

Just get it, I tell myself. OK, OK. Two seconds.

With a couple steps, I grab the canteen and rush out the door. The storm door swings back at me as I am rushing and I feel something yank me back. AHHHH... I turn quickly to glance behind me as I feel my coffee spill out smack dab on my peach blouse, splashing me.

Of course. OF COUUUUURSE! This is the beginning to a fabulous day. Yup. It’s only going go up from here, right?! UGGGGHHHHH. Now, I’m all wet.

I take a deep breath.

Slow down, girl. It’s Wednesday. The work will always be waiting for you. I guess I’d better change.

I text my business partner, Chris.

Hey Chris, running late. Be there in 30. Stall for me, Don’t start without me.

I take another deep breath. I leisurely walk back into my loft. The outfit I had chosen to wear today – peach blouse with the necktie ribbon, tweed pencil skirt (cause it hugs in all the right ways), and those oh-so-sexy heels – was NOT happening now. I kick the heels off.

I take my coffee-drenched self into my room. The sunlight beams in through the twelve-foot windows along the east side of my bedroom. I smile. I love those windows. Stroll into my walk-in closet walking alongside my clothes strumming my fingers along the fabrics hanging against the wall. I take a step back.

Wow, Viv. You really ARE a control freak. I tell myself.

See, I have all my clothes organized by color, fabric style, AND purpose. I laugh a little. OK, so I’m a little neurotic.

I peek over back at my bed. The sheets are in disarray. My pillows are tossed across the room. There are two glasses of half-drunken wine. The lamp is knocked over. What is normally a neat and orderly room is utter and complete chaos.

And instantly, I am reminded about why I am late today. James. I giggle.

I feel myself smile and slowly bite my bottom lip. I stroll over to my bed. He’s left his t-shirt. I pick it up, hold it up to my face, and inhale his manly scent.

MMM. Damn, he is so yummy. His usual cologne mixed with his favorite Old Spice deodorant.

I let my mind wander a moment and remember his lips pressed against the curve of my neck. Gawwwd, I love how he feels next to me...against me... on top of me...behind me... inside of me. You know that feeling you get when you think of a super sexy moment you had and that intense shiver rolls down your spine, into your bones, and between your legs? Yeah. That. That is happening.

James.

My cell phone dings and I am jolted out of my mid-morning fantasy.

Oh, shit. I am supposed to be changing. It’s Chris, my business partner, texting me back. We’ve got this big product launch today and of course, I am late.

OK, Viv. Hurry up. Today is THE DAY!

I decide on a bright red, satin button-up blouse with a sash that ties across my waist. This will do. Red is a power color. It pairs well with the tweed skirt, and I still get to wear those pumps he loves.

My phone dings again, and again.

OK. OK. Hold your horses, Chris. I am coming.

I grab my phone and realize it isn’t Chris.

Hey Love, knock ‘em dead today. (kiss face emoji) Don’t forget that trick I taught you. Can’t wait to hear about your launch later. XOXO.

It’s James.

Of course, he would. I shake my head and laugh to myself. That trick he is referring to? Yeah. He doesn’t wear underwear on his big meeting days. He goes commando. He says it makes him feel like he is on top of the world. James runs his own IT consulting firm. He contracts with a lot of the major big-wig type companies in town. He does A LOT, I mean, A LOT of schmoozing.

Alright. I’m in.

I reach up under my skirt and slip my black lace thong down my smooth, silky legs. Feels like freedom.

I text James back on my way out the door.

You got it, babe. I’m following your lead today. (wink face)

The ride to work was smooth. I hit all the green lights. See, this day is turning out well after all. I work downtown, on the sixteenth floor of my building. As I arrive, my assistant, Carla, has a cup of coffee ready for me.

“Hey Viv, I got you your favorite. Soy French Vanilla Latte, with an extra shot of espresso!”

She hands me the coffee, my files, and grabs my bag and jacket from me. I head towards the main boardroom and sashay through the front doors, feeling like I run the world.

“There you are!” Chris exclaims. “The woman of the hour! You made this happen. We are ready for launch. Everyone has been waiting for you. “

The room gets into order and we run through the specs. Carla hands me the results so far. The feedback from all the vendors so far has been all positive. The last-minute pitch that Chris and I made really made a difference. The launch has made it off without a hitch. The morning whizzes by.

My phone dings. I glance at the time – 12:35 pm. I’m famished.

Afternoon delight? Meet me between 6th and 7th street. On Jackson Ave. In 15.

I can feel the blood rushing to my face... my palms are getting sweaty... there is a tingling between my thighs. I know exactly what he means. James. He knows just how to start that rush.

“Great job, team. I’m going to run to grab a bite to eat. Be back in ...about an hour.”

I don’t even bother grabbing my jacket. There is no time to waste. It’s a brisk walk to get to 6th in about five minutes. I’m sure he is already waiting there. He’s Mr. Pronto.

As I turn the corner, I see his gleaming black truck parked between the buildings, just where he said he would be. Sure enough, he is already there. I stroll towards his truck feeling the hustle and bustle around me as the lunch rush happens downtown. Little did everyone know... what is about to happen inside.

I tap on his window. The windows are tinted with a shade so dark that you really can’t see through it. The window whirls down.

“Well... hello there,” he says. “You made it.” I can feel his eyes peruse the outlines of my curves. “You know red is my favorite color.”

The way he is looking at me tells me he’s undressing every inch of me with his beautiful brown eyes. He smiles at me and I can’t help but admire that rugged sexy grin. I smile back at him.

“Well, come on in, you just gonna stand there?”

I climb in the passenger side. This isn’t the easiest thing to do in a pencil skirt. It’s a good thing we are parked in between buildings. James is a man of adventure. I have never met anyone like him.

We met about six months ago. On a random night, grocery shopping, of all things. I like to shop in the middle of the night. I find it to be quite peaceful. The produce is fresh because they just put it out. The lines are shorter. I can stroll each aisle with ease and leisure. You see, I love cooking. Grocery shopping like this makes me appreciate the final product as I handpick all my ingredients.

On the night we met, there happened to be one ginger root left. I needed it. As I was reaching for it, this random guy came up and snagged it from the shelf. He looked me dead in the eye and said, “I’ll let you have this on one condition. Whatever you are making with it, you have to promise to share it with me – OR at least let me take you out to dinner.” And he handed it to me, flashed that rugged, sexy grin, and walked away, heading back to his grocery cart.

I was in shock. I put the ginger in the bag I had prepared for it... and watched him in awe. Who was that? Do I know him?

I definitely noticed. He was so confident. And he walked away from me?

What? Why?

I wasn’t used to that kind of confidence. A few aisles down, we ran into each other again. I eyed him carefully as I watched him pick out some cans of San Marzano tomatoes. He knew I was watching him. I quickly looked away as he stood up. I had a better view of him now. It looked like he had just come from the gym. He had on a pair of gray joggers, one of those oversized t-shirts that have the arms cut off so you can see all the hard work, mmm. Damn. I remember that day. Vividly.

“Viv. Viv. Hellooo.” I snap back into the moment as he calls my name. “How did it go??”

“Oh! The launch, yeah, the launch was a success. Everything fell right into place. Just as we planned it.“

“Of course! You are a badass. I knew you’d pull it off. Now, show me what else you’re good at. Get over here,” he says playfully.

He gently reaches across the seat and pulls me into him. His seat is leaned all the way back. I can tell he’s been thinking about this all day.

“You know I couldn’t stop thinking about last night,” he tells me in a low, breathy voice.

“Oh yeah... what about it?” I catch his gaze as he is tracing my face with his finger and brushing my hair out of the way.

We lock eyes and he pulls my face close to his. I close my eyes as he presses his plush, full lips against mine. We’re entwined in each other in a deep, fiery kiss as he kisses me intensely, deeply, like his deepest desires have been pent up until this very moment.

I reposition myself so I am straddled on top of him. He shifts his body so I can lean my chest into his face. He grabs my breasts between his hands. Squeezing. Caressing. He slowly undoes the sash and releases the buttons of my blouse. It slips off my shoulders as he frees my breasts from my black lace bra. He brings his mouth to my left breast and gently sucks on my nipple. He wraps his whole mouth around it and flicks his tongue along the tip. I moan in pleasure as he continues and switches between both breasts.

I feel him reach between my thighs as my pencil skirt has ridden up to my waist. His fingers trace along my inner thigh finding their way to the entrance of what is now my very wet pussy.

He smiles. “I see you really did follow my lead.”

“MM. Hmm,” is about all I can muster up to say at the moment. Because his fingers have found their way inside of me, and he is spreading all my juices around, preparing me to be penetrated. He knows precisely how to touch me. His thumb is pressed against my clit, rubbing circles and he effortlessly turns his wrist and shifts his finger so that he can finger me with his ring and middle finger. He knows that I like it when he uses two fingers. It makes me feel like he’s inside me.

He takes his fingers and brings them up to my lips. I look at him in his deep brown eyes to make sure that he is watching me as I slowly wrap my mouth around his fingers, close my eyes, and suck my juices off of his fingers. I lick them softly and he reaches back between my legs again. He knows just how to get me there. He switches back and forth from pressing his thumb against my clit, to finger fucking me gently as I hover over him.

“I want to feel you cum on me. Today is a day to celebrate,” he whispers. I lean down and kiss his face. He kisses my cheek, my neck, nibbles a little on my collarbone. “Cum for me.”

“Mmm. Not yet,” I say.

His truck has the kind of seat that doesn’t have a middle console. So you literally can lie back on it like a couch. So, I instruct him – “Lay down for me.”

He follows orders, and promptly switches positions. He is lying down as much as he can, since he stands six foot two tall, it’s not so easy for him. It’s enough room for me though. I shimmy off of him and kneel off the seat in front of him. I can tell his dick is already ready and waiting in anticipation. I can feel it quivering in his pants as I undo his belt buckle. As soon as I undo his pants, his rock hard dick is set free and staring me in the face. I grab his dick in my right hand and wet my lips. Pursing my lips together, I let his dick slowly enter my mouth while I stroke his shaft with my hand. I feel him clench and relax as his dick passes through my lips and the wetness and warmth of my mouth surrounds it.

He lets out a deep groan.

I love doing this for him. I continue sucking on him and stroking him up and down as he slides in and out of my mouth. Everything is wet. My head bobs up and down. I feel the blood pulsing through his dick as he gets harder and bigger. I think to myself about how sexy this man is and how sexy he makes me feel. I watch him as he throws back his head in pleasure. That curly brown hair, that dashing smile, his caramel skin. He is a little shabby today with a beard he hasn’t shaved in a few days. I like him like this. Scruffy.

I cup his balls in my left hand as I continue to stroke his dick. It’s pulsating and thick. I can trace the veins in his dick with my tongue. Up and down. Up and down. My lips and tongue explore every inch of him. My hand is wrapped around him, squeezing him as I taste him.

“Get up here,” he growls.

Now, I follow orders. I climb on top of him and he quickly finds exactly where he wants me to be. He thrusts forwards, and I feel him enter me, filling me up with his thick, raging dick. When he pops in, and starts to thrust himself into me rhythmically, I feel our juices mixing and my pussy drips incessantly around him. I hear the sound of our skin slapping against each other as he fucks me. I rock my hips to follow his rhythm and press myself into him, riding him. He grabs my ass and shoves himself up into me, harder and harder. His breath is fast. The windows have steamed up from our mid-day rendezvous. I know we don’t have much time left... and he is getting close. I reach down and rub my clit as he is fucking me.

“I want you to cum inside me. Cum inside me baby, fill me up,” I say.

I grab a hold of the seat behind him to brace myself. I can tell he’s about to go all in. He grabs my hips and presses me down into him. He’s thrusting himself so hard and fast into me, his breathing is faster and faster. I can feel his body tightening up. His muscles are flexed in his arms and legs. His dick has gotten so thick and hard inside me. He throws his head back as he reaches the climax, holding his breath, and thrusts deep into me as he releases his cum inside of me. He grunts as he’s thrusting. He lets out this animalistic roar as every last drop leaks into me. His whole body collapses as he lets the feeling take over him. His heartbeat is racing. He catches his breath and exhales deeply.

I love seeing him in this moment. Completely satisfied and relaxed. It is so rewarding to know I helped with that.

I reach between my legs. He is still inside of me. Still rock hard. I feel some of his cum seeping out of me. I take my fingers and swirl some of that cum onto my clit. I like to rub my clit while he is inside of me so that I can squeeze his dick while he’s inside me. My fingers trace around the sides of my clit and on top of it. Slowly, I trace circles on my clit as I rock my hips slowly riding him. He’s still catching his breath, moaning softly.

“Mm you’re so sexy, Viv,” he says ever so softly. “Everything about you.”

That kind of talk just makes me want to be sexy all over again with him. I keep circling my clit, with that sweet, sweet pressure where it is just enough without taking it over the top. My pussy is so wet as it is, but I really want to cum for him. He urges me on – “Cmon, baby. I know you want to. You deserve this. You deserve all of this.” Mmm, I love it when he talks to me like that.

I feel my heart thumping inside my chest. All of my senses are focused on this one sensation taking over my body. My fingers move quickly and gently across my clit in small circles, around and around and around. I feel that rush wash over me as I reach that sweet spot, and I release. My cum envelops him and gushes out of me.

Mmm. We are all wet.

I slump over on him for a minute and my lips find his. I kiss him sweetly and softly, letting him catch his breath. I let him slip out of me, and I re-adjust my skirt. I admire him in his post-sex haze and smile to myself. I quickly rebutton my shirt, tie the sash and tuck in my blouse.

My phone dings. It’s Chris.

Viv. You coming back soon? It’s 1:30.

I text Chris back.

Yep. OMW.