I was on the train, and took this picture based on a comment that sub-Bee made on this post. I cautiously took this photo, because it reminded me of the image that she described:
There is something truly hot about being on my knees in front of a man in a suit.
I was not planning to enter this contest, but with that inspiration, and since my friend Oleander was lovely enough to host it–I did!
Congratulations to Julia Von Rist the winner, read her story here, and find the rest of the results here!
For an encore…here is my story–with a new filter on my photo!
Veronica wanted him so bad, sometimes she couldn’t breathe.
It wasn’t because he was one of the top executives in her company, she had ached for him before that. When he was an architect just out of grad school she had, and now he was a partner at the firm. She started as a receptionist, and now she was an executive assistant.
Their careers were in very different directions, but they had known each other the entire time. He did not have that air about him that so many of the others at the firm did. He was always accessible and warm to her. Whether he was going to a meeting and wore jeans á la business casual–the way only he knew how–or he was in a three-piece suit, his affect on her was almost fatal.
He had a particular passion for watches, his one excess, his one vanity and she admired it. He had catalogs from all of the auction houses on a shelf in his library. She got them all, either walking to the one that was near them or having them messengered over.
Veronica bid for him over the phone. He never had a limit, he just expected her to win it and she always did. Including one for his former fiancée. It had been hard for her to look at the delicate diamond piece that he had selected for her. Veronica knew he did not ask for it back when they ended their engagement, and that made her crush on him even harder.
If that was possible.
Her fingers moved languorously over the red tab that marked the pocket watch that he had his eye on. She let her finger linger over it, imagining it on his lightly haired wrist. Veronica especially wanted to win this watch for him. He was moody since he had broken up with his fiancée, and it was would cheer him up.
Veronica waited on the phone, while she was looking at his schedule. Being his right-hand also meant that she was responsible for all of the administrative staff, so when a literal fight broke out between two of her admins…she had to run to break it up.
When she came back to her desk, she had underestimated the time it would take for his lot to come up. Damn it! She had missed the lot! His lot!
It was with a heavy tail between her legs, that she knocked on his door. He sat inside facing it.
“Can you close the door, Veronica?”
She nodded, her tight chignon even tighter as she did.
“You were not at your desk, and you missed the lot.”
She wanted to snatch back her words, how dare she question him? Nervously, she tugged at the edge of her silk blouse first, then her pearls.
“How did I know? I just happened to get off of my conference call early, and was going to tell you I could do it for a change. When I buzzed you, you were not at your desk…”
She twisted the pearls, and bit her lip.
“You’ve never disappointed me before V, this is uncharted territory for us. You are always perfect. How are you going to make me feel better…about this?”
The length of his gorgeous tall frame was slouched in his chair.
“So much is going wrong around me V, and now even you…”
“I always want to please you–”
He raised an eyebrow at her. His desolate expression shifted, as he studied her face.
“I usually please you don’t I?” she asked.
He sat up straight, and suddenly in her silk dress that was only sheer on the top and the edge of the skirt, Veronica felt transparent.
“You always please me V, you always have…”
Veronica was unable to breathe, as he stood up and walked toward her. His finger caressed a tiny polka dot in the sheer area of her dress.
“There is only one thing I want more than that watch, and it cannot be bid on. You do not have a price tag do you Veronica?”
“What do you mean?!” She huffed, her breasts rose between them.
“I phrased that clumsily, I meant you are not for sale. But I want you…I’ve always wanted you.”
Veronica saw that iconic scene from Butterfly 8, when Elizabeth Taylor writes “No Sale,” on a mirror with lipstick.
“But what about your fiancée?”
“I wanted you first…”
“But you never…”
“We work together so I never, but now only you can make me feel better…”
He kissed her, and she pulled away from him panting. He caressed her scalp and loosened her chignon, before he steered her back gently against the door. Veronica held his hand, her finger slipping inside the band of the gorgeous watch he wore today. He took her hand and put the watch on her, slipping it up along her arm until it fit.
“That’s all I want you to wear right now…” he said pulling at his tie.
Veronica took his hand, and kissed it.
“You can leave your suit on, and tighten your tie.”
“It’s how I always imagined it when I fantasized about you…”
“You fantasized about me?”
She pulled his tie tight about his neck again.
“Do you want me to talk about my fantasies about you, or do you want to do me?”
On the train this morning, a man in a gorgeous suit stood in front of her. She had one of those fantasies then. All men in nice suits reminded her of him, she transferred their suits onto him and fantasized.
He unzipped her dress in reality, and pulled it down her arms.
“You can keep these on too,” he breathed, tugging her pearls.
Veronica did as he asked. standing in just her pearls and his watch. He kissed her. The door was not locked, and it did not need to be since they were against the door, his hands on her ass and her hand inside his shirt. She kissed him with every bit of need she had ever had for him, and he startled her by returning it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned almost with pain as he kissed her shoulder, gnawing on it softly.
“So are you,” she said.
He caressed her face, and she kissed his palm. She felt her kiss as he caressed her breasts and further down, float down her body. Her finger nestled in his navel, she felt the apex of his desire. His nipples and penis were equally hard, his breath as wild as hers. He slipped into her like a thief, she was so wet she almost only heard the click of her come alerting her that he was there and the amazing fullness that made her gasp from the tumultuous pleasure she felt. The heavy door rattled thinly as he rode her, its thickness soothing as their bodies moved together. Her hands caressed the small of his back under his shirt, she pulled down his pants so she could grip his bare ass. She came herself like a thief, as he swallowed her cries in a kiss.
Veronica hit her head softly against the door when they were done. She pulled up her dress, though she was lavishly clothed in the remnants of their lovemaking.
“Did I please you?” she asked, batting her eyelashes.
He smiled as he tucked himself back into his pants, pulled her close and kissed her.
“V, can you call the auction house to make sure they deliver the watch to me tomorrow?”
“What watch?” Veronica was puzzled.
“The one I bid on.”
“You got the damn watch, and you made me–”
“What did I make you do?” He grinned.
“You fucked me under false pretenses, and you got that damn watch anyway?! I am going to keep this one!” She petted his watch on her arm.
“You don’t have to, I didn’t get the watch that I wanted. I got one for you. Crusted in pearls…”
“So you made me pay for it with my body?”
She crossed her arms, and raised her chin indignantly.
He walked toward her, and caressed her chin.
“I want to give you the world V, and I just wanted you…for far too long…” He kissed her. “It made me just as happy to get something for you, as it did to get something for myself V…”
She wrapped her arms about him and kissed him. Looking down at his suit, she never imagined that her fantasy on the train this morning would come true…
newly filtered photo by f dot leonora