well...this is my very first story
. I usually write poetry, but I was quite inspired by a vivid dream I had. Apologies if my inexperience did not make for a great story (and for any grammatical or structural problems). I only have the courage to post this due to the wonderful people in this forum...thank you. And special thanks to a few in particular who have helped me overcome some of my shyness (I could barely type the word "tickle" 2 weeks ago) Anyway...I do hope you enjoy the story, your feedback is welcome). And now I present to you...The Lunch Break
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The Lunch Break
Mmmm. Lunch. She giggled to herself. Not at lunch though. It was 12:05. Where was he, she thought. He was usually on time, but now it was already five minutes into her break. Is he not coming today, she wondered, anxiety and anticipation shooting butterflies through her stomach. She pushed her chair away from her desk, stood up, and walked towards her office window, desperately searching the parking lot below for signs of his arrival. Nothing. No car, no him, making his confident strides toward her building, not a trace of...
“Hey!” Liz jumped at the intrusive voice of her co-worker.
“Sorry Liz,” Ann apologized. “I would've knocked, but the door was kind of open already. I wasn't sure you were in here. You okay?” Ann asked.
“Fine. I'm fine. You just scared the hell out of me is all.” Liz tried to hide her slight fear and distraction behind a warm smile. “What did you need?” she asked.
“I just wanted to see if you were gonna come out with us for lunch today. Ooooh, it's getting kinda late,” Ann remarked, glancing at the clock on Liz's wall.
“Oh.” Liz responded in quiet disappointment. She too looked over at the clock, let down by its cold answer. 12:13. Her lunch would be over by 12:30 today, slightly earlier than than her usual 1:00 time. She had to meet with staff, one on one, to briefly discuss with each any issues they had with recent department changes after lunch. I told him I wouldn't have as much time today, she thought. I asked if he wouldn't mind coming a little earlier than noon, to make sure we'd have time to...
“So,” Ann's voice interrupted Liz's thoughts, “are you coming? We have to get going now if we want to get back on time.”
“No...no, not today,” Liz tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. “I'm having staff meetings soon, so I can't.”
“It's okay,” Ann replied. She paused for a moment. “It's just, you haven't been coming out with us for lunch lately. You sure you're okay?” Ann asked, concern filling her voice as she looked upon a clearly distracted...no...a worried-looking Liz.
“Yes, yes I'm fine,” she responded, a genuine smile on her lips, a slight twinkle in her eyes. Ann's question had brought it there, the new pleasantness behind her eyes. Liz knew well why she'd been skipping out on lunches with the other supervisors, and the mere thought of why brought a glow to her face.
“Alright then,” Ann said, relieved by the happier look on her friend's face. “I'll see you later then.” Ann quickly left, pulling the office door closed behind her. The door didn't catch though, but Liz had turned once more into her concerned thoughts, unable to notice that she didn't hear the familiar click of the shutting door. Again she turned and stared intently out the window. She looked down at her wristwatch. 12:15. She let a groaning sigh escape her lips. C'est la vie, she thought. Can't be helped I guess. Still...
A part of her ached with familiar longing, the desire to see her lunchtime visitor. Adam was always on time for their noon visits. He was her lover...no...her boyfr...no...her friend. Liz hated to refer to him as her boyfriend. It sounded almost childish to her, and he, she thought, was ridiculously, intoxicatingly, overwhelmingly, all Man. She also hated referring to him as her lover. It sounded to her like something right out of a tawdry Harlequin romance novel. But it depicted him far better than boyfriend did, as he was most undeniably her lover. Every touch of hand, graze of fingertips to skin, wondrous kiss to lips...and other places...everything that man did exuded love...and elicited lust. And, Liz blushed fiercely...laughter. From the earliest part of their romantic connection with one another, each had expressed a deep passion for the delights of tickling. Adam had freely spoken of his adoration, his unabashed craving to tickle Liz, to use his fingers, and many...many other ways to unearth laughter, giggles...and moans...any sounds of pleasure from her lips. To watch her squirm and writhe against the delicious sensations, to watch her be consumed by the pleasure, the tortuous agony, the incredible ecstasy he could bring her senses through his touch. Just the thought seized Liz's breath and rendered her light-headed, feverishly dizzy recounting the many hours...the long days and nights she had spent beneath him, on top of him (and in several other unusually satisfying positions) in helpless, ticklish bliss. At times, during certain sessions, Adam's tickling was ravenous, seeking to ravish her entire body, eliciting the most frenzied shrieks and howling laughter from her core. But the other times...oh lord...the other times! The calculated, methodical precision in which his fingers gently moved, seeking out her most ticklish spots, her immensely sensitive hollows, left her on the brink between euphoric, squealing giggles, and shamefully sensuous moans.
He was a sensual artist, a mastermind of strokes and caresses, teasing and manipulating her sensitive body like paint on canvas. His skill, in fact, was probably expressly related to the fact that he indeed actually was an artist. Liz spent fascinated hours watching him create masterpieces on canvas. She would gaze, mesmerized at his hands and fingertips as he used his brushes to skate gracefully along the canvas, so concentrated and intense in his work. So dedicated and thoughtful as he...
Enough! Thinking about him, their intimate sessions, his painting, everything was too much. She turned away from the window, her temperature hot, face flushed, and slowly walked back to her chair to sit down. She hoped everything was alright with him. Her nervousness quelled any desire she might have had to eat lunch. She sat down in her high-backed, softly cushioned swivel chair. Her desk was large, and offered her ample room underneath to stretch out her long, weary legs, weary from standing and waiting impatiently at her window for the man who never came. The time was now 12:23. In seven minutes, each member of her staff would enter her office for a brief conversation about the tedious matters of the workplace. She exhaled deeply, resigning herself to the pending boredom of the afternoon, but still holding out a ray of hope that the evening would bring her the excitement she craved.
She pulled her legs out from under her desk, staring at her high-heeled pumps, and sheer black stockings. The stockings were actually thigh-highs, something she never commonly wore to the office...except on days of her anticipated lunchtime visits. She was beginning to have quite an extensive collection of them, in varying colors and degrees of sheerness. Adam had a deep love for the way her legs looked in them...and for the sensations he could arouse in her when she wore them. She rubbed her crossed legs together, adrift in the memories of the unbelievable responses she'd had to every tickle and caress he'd given her legs and feet while they were encased inside of the silken luxury of the delicate hosiery. She leaned back in her chair, tossed her head back, and proceeded to remove her heels, using each foot to remove the other shoe so she did not have to bend down and take them off with her hands. She shoved the shoes far under her desk, pulled her chair closer, sighed, and waited for the first employee. 12:25.
12:26. She felt an odd sensation on her right leg, on the back of her calf. It itched. Annoyed, she reached her hand down to scratch it. She relaxed. Not more than ten seconds passed when she felt another itchy sensation, this time in the same place behind her left leg. Abruptly it ceased as quickly as it began. Moments later, she felt a brushing sensation sweep up the entire length of the back of her right leg. Instantly she felt a confusing mixture of fear...and laughter. The unknown sensation frightened her tremendously, but for some reason, it tickled immensely as well. She started to push her chair swiftly away from her desk, but was stopped by strong hands grabbing both of her nylon covered ankles. She shrieked with terror and tried to reach down to free herself, when one of the hands that gripped her ankles released one leg, and gripped her wrist tight. “Oh my Go...,”she started to holler...until she felt lips...warm, kissing the inside of her wrist.
Her heart soared as she looked underneath her desk to see none other than Adam. His beautiful eyes held a sparkling blend of playfulness and seductiveness, and Liz's heart nearly stopped, then began to race wildly when she realized what he was there for.
“Adam,” she said in a hoarse whisper,”I can't play now. Remember, I told you, my lunch would be over early today because...”
“Shhh.” He put a finger up to his lips. A purely devilish grin engulfed his face. “I know what I'm doing,” he said in his low, sensuous voice.
Liz's eyes widened first at his confident statement, and then grew wider as he lightly stroked his fingers from the bottom of her foot that he still had gripped by the ankle, all the way up, slowly, teasingly, drawing excruciatingly ticklish circles around her knee, and continuing his ascent up her thigh, at last resting on the lace band that held her thigh-highs to her soft, silken skin.
“Mmmmm,” he groaned in a lasciviously carnal voice,”you were waiting for me?” he asked, voice deep, eyes penetrating Liz's gaze.
“Mmm-hmm,” she could barely respond, trembling, her own voice a nearly inaudible whisper. She sharply sucked in her breath as she felt his fingertips lightly feather around the vulnerable flesh of her thigh right above her nylons. Her pulse was racing wildly, thoughts racing wildly as her mind tried to ask how this was happening, while being consumed by the oh-so-light teasing caresses on her thighs. 12:28. Her eyes glanced towards the door, noticing it was slightly open. She remembered that she had not, in fact, heard it shut at all when Ann had left her office earlier. That must have been how he was able to enter her office without her noticing, but...
Oooooh...oh my God!” Liz released a high-pitched whimper. She was quickly losing her composure as she felt his lips plant soft kisses around her knees, while using all ten fingers to increase the ticklish assault to her upper thighs.
“Oh sh...Adam...oh my God Adam, please don't,” she pleaded in a desperate whisper, fighting hard to restrain the giggles hovering dangerously inside her throat,”Mmmm...shit...you can't do this Adam, I...”
He had never removed his gaze from her face the entire time he'd spent exploiting the ticklishness of her thighs. He stopped his fingers' motions momentarily. With a smirk, he ran his diabolical gaze from her eyes, very slowly down her entire body, down to her lovely feet...pausing...then returning, very slowly, inch by inch, back up her body to once again meet her eyes. He cocked his head to the side with a look of fiendish amusement.
“Can't...”, he paused as he placed ultra light kisses around her knees,”...what?” he finished asking pointedly. Excruciating desire was beginning to overtake her senses. She blushed furiously, and then began to squirm restlessly in her seat he restarted the movements of his fingers, this time in a feather-light spidery motion all around her thighs, around her knees where his lips continued to plant maddening kisses, down her legs, purposely skipping her sensitive feet, and then returning the journey in an unpredictable fashion back up her calves, to her knees, once again returning to their original place on the soft skin of her thighs above her nylons.
Her head fell back on her chair, and she let a giggling moan escape her soft lips. Her temperature rose quickly, as the blood rushed hotly to her embarrassed face. She knew what he was doing, what he wanted her to say now, and she tried desperately to fight the impending arousal that would come from uttering those words.
“Can't...what?” He asked her again, more insistently, feeling his own pleasure rise as he waited for her to say the words. He knew how deeply it affected her to have to use the words he was longing to hear her say. He quickened the pace of his fingers, spidering their way up and down, all around her legs, increasing her torture. His eyes locked onto her gaze and held it there, tickling more and more...and waiting.
“Tickle me...” she finally uttered in an irresistibly shaky whisper. The expression on his face, as though he'd just smugly won a prize, caused a rippling wave of desire to flood her body. She moaned again and then...
Knock, knock, knock! The sound of Liz's door shocked her into an awkward reality. 12:32. The clock on her wall reminded her of her whereabouts, and the waiting tasks she had to accomplish. She felt Adam's fingers move into a gentle caress, lightly stroking up and down her nylon-covered legs, as she tried to fight their tickling sensations and focus on what she had to do.
“Adam,” she giggled, whispering,”we have to stop...heee heee...I have to...,” her voice trailed off as she heard him begin to speak.
“Work? I know,” he said. He pushed her chair back slightly, allowing himself enough room to rise up from underneath her desk. He was still on his knees, but closer to eye level with her now. He moved close to her, swiftly grabbing her behind her neck, and pulled her in for a strong but gentle kiss. Liz began to feel weakened by the power of his lips against hers, when suddenly he pulled away from the kiss and moved his face close to her left ear. He planted kisses to her sensitive ear, and she could hear him draw in his breath to whisper seductively, “I have work to do to.” He pulled away and slid back under her desk, pulling her chair and her legs forcefully under it.
“Liz?” a woman's voice came from outside the door.
“Y-Yes?” Liz answered shakily. She held her breath. She could no longer feel Adam touching her, and although she felt a tiny wave of relief to be able to regain her composure, her skin tingled in the absence of his touch, nerves still remembering every teasingly ticklish caress he'd just given her.
“Liz, it's Jess,” responded the woman from behind the door,” I'm here for our meeting. Can I come in?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure Jess, I'm ready,” replied Liz. Jessica entered the office and sat down in the chair on the other side of Liz's desk, facing her.
“Well,” started Liz,”I just wanted to check in with you about all the changes going on. With some of the staff members getting re-assigned to new departments, I realize the workload must be a little difficult at times, and I'm sorry for any extra burdens you've had to deal with because of it. How are you coping with the changes?” she asked.
“Honestly, it's been okay,” Jessica replied. “It's quieter, so I find I can get my work done faster...”Jessica continued speaking, but Liz was suddenly unable to focus well on her words. Underneath her desk, she felt her right ankle being grabbed. Liz's breath caught in her throat, but she tried her best to play off her surprise, nodding at Jessica's words. Then, abruptly, she could feel something soft, a brush...no, not just a brush...a paintbrush...a fan brush, being softly stroked up and down the bottom of her raised foot. She could feel her laughter welling up quickly in her throat, and she began trying to clear her voice in a vain attempt to cover up the laughter.
“...so I thought that was pretty funny.” Jessica ended her sentence and began laughing at her previous statement, which Liz had completely missed amid the fan brush tickling its way up and down the bottom of her feet, swirling around her toes. Liz used the opportunity to release her own laughter building inside of her. Suddenly the fan brush was removed, and was quickly replaced by a more pointed angular paintbrush. Liz shrieked a bit as its pointed tip began to skate figure 8's all around the fleshy sole of her stockinged foot. She desperately tried to get her laughter under control as Jessica was no longer making humorous comments, and her continued laughter would signal a red flag to her employee that something else was going on.
Just then, Liz felt the hand that gripped her ankle release it, and let her foot down to the floor. She panicked inside her mind over what would happen next, only to have her thoughts answered quickly by the gliding of two strong hands up her legs to her thighs. She felt Adam's hands part them. Liz was once again rendered breathless, afraid to inhale. What on earth was he going to do to her now? Moments passed while Jessica continued talking about this thing and that, but Adam's hands had not moved, holding Liz's thighs open. She could not look down to see his face, but she felt as though she could feel his gaze burning into her skin, wandering over her flesh, gazing intently at the satin covering her womanhood. Her pulse raced feverishly with anticipation, seconds passing like hours, waiting for his next move. And then she felt it.
Another paintbrush, delicately stroking the squeamishly tender flesh of her inner thigh. But how? She could still feel Adam's strong hands firmly gripping her thighs apart. Oh my God, she thought, her eyes shutting tightly trying to hide the emerging ecstasy she felt as this brush glided and darted from the inside of one thigh to the other. He's using his teeth to hold the brush, she realized, and it was everything she could do to suppress the violent laughter building rapidly inside her. No, she thought, no...no, no, no , no...not there...not now. She sucked in her breath sharply as he “painted” one ticklish thigh and then the other, driving her mad with the delicious restless tickling sensations. She couldn't help herself. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips, which she quickly masked as a sigh, sounding to Jess almost as though she were in pain. And she was almost pained by the agonizingly wonderful torment of Adam's brush, held firmly between his teeth, gently teasing the unbelievably ticklish skin of her inner thighs.
“You okay Liz?” Jessica asked. Liz's eyes were tightly closed and her expression looked as though something might be wrong.
“Mm-hmm,” she responded, afraid to speak actual words for fear she would release her laughter...or worse.
“Is it a headache? I get really bad ones sometimes.” Jess offered, concerned.
“Mm-hmm,” Liz responded again, relieved that Jess had made her own assumptions.
“Let me go grab you some Tylenol or something. I've got some in my purse at my desk. Do you want me to grab you some water too?” Jess asked.
“Mm-hmm,” again was the only answer she could make in her predicament. She lowered her head to her desk, releasing silent laughter and hiding her smiling face, trying to keep her shoulders and body still so as not to reveal that she was actually ecstatically giggling to herself, instead of suffering the headache Jessica thought she had. Adam was now using the brush's strokes in the most unfair of all manners, lightly brushing up and down the satin covering her quickly moistening core. Her mouth fell open in shock as the intense brush strokes threatened to destroy her resolve. She choked out a few silent giggles, keeping her head down, reeling at the ticklish desire spinning her out of control. Hurry up Jess, she thought. Get out of here, I can't hold it in any longer.
Just as she had those thoughts, Jess quickly got up from her chair and exited Liz's office, thankfully actually shutting the door completely on the way out. She could hear Jess's voice outside of her office, talking to the next employee scheduled to meet with Liz. As she heard her explaining that Liz wasn't feeling well, Liz tried to back her chair away from her desk to confront Adam, but it was locked in place by Adam's strong legs, holding the chair firmly to its spot.
“Oh...oooooh...my God Adam...please...stop.” Liz uttered between labored giggles and blissful moans. “I can't...handle it anymore.” The answer to her desperate pleas was to feel Adam lift each of her legs, one by one, and place them over his shoulders, securing her position for further torment. With her legs over his shoulders, she was completely helpless for what would happen next. Now with his hands free, he used one to tickle his way slowly up and down one of her immobilized legs. Liz was wearing a loose fitting black dress, and it allowed him access to slip his other hand up, over her hips, up to her vulnerable, ticklish belly, her sides, and ribs.
“Noooo.” Liz cried hoarsely. She squealed with laughter, shaking her head violently from side to side in supreme disbelief. Her body frantically tried to jerk and squirm away from the tickling fingers under her dress and the fingers spidering teasingly up and down her leg.
“God...please...please...I...I...,”Liz was unable to finish any words or pleas, as she once again felt that devilish brush, stroking, teasing between her inner thighs, gliding back and forth across the satin panties that shielded her womanhood.
“Ohhhh...,” she moaned hoarsely, drowning in the incredible sensations of his fingertips all over her body, and the brush between her legs. The more she tried to fight back the inevitable tingling, the climax growing rapidly inside of her, the more ferociously it seemed Adam worked to push her over the brink, relentlessly ticking every spot he could reach, every sensitive hollow he had access to with his fingers and brush. Her hips began to rock rhythmically against the brush, with a will of their own, and her body jerked violently, this way and that, unable to escape the gentle tickling on her ultra-sensitive sides and lower belly, the fingers teasingly circling behind her knee, up and down her thigh, and the faster circling and back-and-forth strokes of the brush Adam held in his mouth to relentlessly caress and tickle her womanhood through the satin of her panties.
I can't...not now...I...I...not here...I...
She couldn't finish a single thought. So incredible, this is not fair, too hot...these were the thoughts crashing around her mind. Then came the monumentally beautiful waves of orgasmic ecstasy rocking her very core, spreading outward to every part of her body and mind.
Liz clamped her lips shut, biting her lower lip, her screams of release, though muffled slightly, still resonated throughout her office. She spasmed and shook several times, and then stilled, laying back, weakened and blissful in her chair.
Adam very slowly ceased his delightful torment, pushed her chair back, and stood up in front of her. He reached down to grab her hands and pull her up to embrace her, soothe her in the aftermath. Liz was rendered speechless, and she buried her face in Adam's chest and held him as tightly as her strength would allow.
Moments later, Jess returned and opened the door to Liz's office.
“Hey Liz, I got you the...whoa!” Jess was startled by the presence of the handsome man in Liz's office, holding her.
“Sorry, I just showed up a minute or two ago. I'm Liz's friend Adam. I just came by to check on her and found she's not feeling well,” Adam coolly offered the explanation for his sudden appearance.
“Oh great!” Jess exclaimed happily. “Hey Liz, maybe you should just go home for the day. We can all hold it down here. I'll just tell everyone you need to reschedule their meetings, and you can come back in tomorrow or later in the week when you feel better.”
“Perhaps you're right,” Liz replied, not having to fake very hard the weakness she was feeling in her body.
“Great. Well, go on then. Adam is it...you be sure to take good care of her for us okay,” said Jess.
“My pleasure,” replied Adam with a wide grin.
Adam took Liz by the hand and they exited the office building and hopped inside of his car.
“Adam...,” Liz trailed off,”Adam, that was so ama...,” Adam's voice stopped Liz's sentence before she could finish.
“You just wait till I get you home,” he spoke, the mischievous smirk returning to his face, as he drove the rest of the way back to Liz's house.
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*New Information*-The follow-up to this story is entitled The Elevator, and can be read here, or here
. I usually write poetry, but I was quite inspired by a vivid dream I had. Apologies if my inexperience did not make for a great story (and for any grammatical or structural problems). I only have the courage to post this due to the wonderful people in this forum...thank you. And special thanks to a few in particular who have helped me overcome some of my shyness (I could barely type the word "tickle" 2 weeks ago) Anyway...I do hope you enjoy the story, your feedback is welcome). And now I present to you...The Lunch Break**************************
The Lunch Break
Mmmm. Lunch. She giggled to herself. Not at lunch though. It was 12:05. Where was he, she thought. He was usually on time, but now it was already five minutes into her break. Is he not coming today, she wondered, anxiety and anticipation shooting butterflies through her stomach. She pushed her chair away from her desk, stood up, and walked towards her office window, desperately searching the parking lot below for signs of his arrival. Nothing. No car, no him, making his confident strides toward her building, not a trace of...
“Hey!” Liz jumped at the intrusive voice of her co-worker.
“Sorry Liz,” Ann apologized. “I would've knocked, but the door was kind of open already. I wasn't sure you were in here. You okay?” Ann asked.
“Fine. I'm fine. You just scared the hell out of me is all.” Liz tried to hide her slight fear and distraction behind a warm smile. “What did you need?” she asked.
“I just wanted to see if you were gonna come out with us for lunch today. Ooooh, it's getting kinda late,” Ann remarked, glancing at the clock on Liz's wall.
“Oh.” Liz responded in quiet disappointment. She too looked over at the clock, let down by its cold answer. 12:13. Her lunch would be over by 12:30 today, slightly earlier than than her usual 1:00 time. She had to meet with staff, one on one, to briefly discuss with each any issues they had with recent department changes after lunch. I told him I wouldn't have as much time today, she thought. I asked if he wouldn't mind coming a little earlier than noon, to make sure we'd have time to...
“So,” Ann's voice interrupted Liz's thoughts, “are you coming? We have to get going now if we want to get back on time.”
“No...no, not today,” Liz tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. “I'm having staff meetings soon, so I can't.”
“It's okay,” Ann replied. She paused for a moment. “It's just, you haven't been coming out with us for lunch lately. You sure you're okay?” Ann asked, concern filling her voice as she looked upon a clearly distracted...no...a worried-looking Liz.
“Yes, yes I'm fine,” she responded, a genuine smile on her lips, a slight twinkle in her eyes. Ann's question had brought it there, the new pleasantness behind her eyes. Liz knew well why she'd been skipping out on lunches with the other supervisors, and the mere thought of why brought a glow to her face.
“Alright then,” Ann said, relieved by the happier look on her friend's face. “I'll see you later then.” Ann quickly left, pulling the office door closed behind her. The door didn't catch though, but Liz had turned once more into her concerned thoughts, unable to notice that she didn't hear the familiar click of the shutting door. Again she turned and stared intently out the window. She looked down at her wristwatch. 12:15. She let a groaning sigh escape her lips. C'est la vie, she thought. Can't be helped I guess. Still...
A part of her ached with familiar longing, the desire to see her lunchtime visitor. Adam was always on time for their noon visits. He was her lover...no...her boyfr...no...her friend. Liz hated to refer to him as her boyfriend. It sounded almost childish to her, and he, she thought, was ridiculously, intoxicatingly, overwhelmingly, all Man. She also hated referring to him as her lover. It sounded to her like something right out of a tawdry Harlequin romance novel. But it depicted him far better than boyfriend did, as he was most undeniably her lover. Every touch of hand, graze of fingertips to skin, wondrous kiss to lips...and other places...everything that man did exuded love...and elicited lust. And, Liz blushed fiercely...laughter. From the earliest part of their romantic connection with one another, each had expressed a deep passion for the delights of tickling. Adam had freely spoken of his adoration, his unabashed craving to tickle Liz, to use his fingers, and many...many other ways to unearth laughter, giggles...and moans...any sounds of pleasure from her lips. To watch her squirm and writhe against the delicious sensations, to watch her be consumed by the pleasure, the tortuous agony, the incredible ecstasy he could bring her senses through his touch. Just the thought seized Liz's breath and rendered her light-headed, feverishly dizzy recounting the many hours...the long days and nights she had spent beneath him, on top of him (and in several other unusually satisfying positions) in helpless, ticklish bliss. At times, during certain sessions, Adam's tickling was ravenous, seeking to ravish her entire body, eliciting the most frenzied shrieks and howling laughter from her core. But the other times...oh lord...the other times! The calculated, methodical precision in which his fingers gently moved, seeking out her most ticklish spots, her immensely sensitive hollows, left her on the brink between euphoric, squealing giggles, and shamefully sensuous moans.
He was a sensual artist, a mastermind of strokes and caresses, teasing and manipulating her sensitive body like paint on canvas. His skill, in fact, was probably expressly related to the fact that he indeed actually was an artist. Liz spent fascinated hours watching him create masterpieces on canvas. She would gaze, mesmerized at his hands and fingertips as he used his brushes to skate gracefully along the canvas, so concentrated and intense in his work. So dedicated and thoughtful as he...
Enough! Thinking about him, their intimate sessions, his painting, everything was too much. She turned away from the window, her temperature hot, face flushed, and slowly walked back to her chair to sit down. She hoped everything was alright with him. Her nervousness quelled any desire she might have had to eat lunch. She sat down in her high-backed, softly cushioned swivel chair. Her desk was large, and offered her ample room underneath to stretch out her long, weary legs, weary from standing and waiting impatiently at her window for the man who never came. The time was now 12:23. In seven minutes, each member of her staff would enter her office for a brief conversation about the tedious matters of the workplace. She exhaled deeply, resigning herself to the pending boredom of the afternoon, but still holding out a ray of hope that the evening would bring her the excitement she craved.
She pulled her legs out from under her desk, staring at her high-heeled pumps, and sheer black stockings. The stockings were actually thigh-highs, something she never commonly wore to the office...except on days of her anticipated lunchtime visits. She was beginning to have quite an extensive collection of them, in varying colors and degrees of sheerness. Adam had a deep love for the way her legs looked in them...and for the sensations he could arouse in her when she wore them. She rubbed her crossed legs together, adrift in the memories of the unbelievable responses she'd had to every tickle and caress he'd given her legs and feet while they were encased inside of the silken luxury of the delicate hosiery. She leaned back in her chair, tossed her head back, and proceeded to remove her heels, using each foot to remove the other shoe so she did not have to bend down and take them off with her hands. She shoved the shoes far under her desk, pulled her chair closer, sighed, and waited for the first employee. 12:25.
12:26. She felt an odd sensation on her right leg, on the back of her calf. It itched. Annoyed, she reached her hand down to scratch it. She relaxed. Not more than ten seconds passed when she felt another itchy sensation, this time in the same place behind her left leg. Abruptly it ceased as quickly as it began. Moments later, she felt a brushing sensation sweep up the entire length of the back of her right leg. Instantly she felt a confusing mixture of fear...and laughter. The unknown sensation frightened her tremendously, but for some reason, it tickled immensely as well. She started to push her chair swiftly away from her desk, but was stopped by strong hands grabbing both of her nylon covered ankles. She shrieked with terror and tried to reach down to free herself, when one of the hands that gripped her ankles released one leg, and gripped her wrist tight. “Oh my Go...,”she started to holler...until she felt lips...warm, kissing the inside of her wrist.
Her heart soared as she looked underneath her desk to see none other than Adam. His beautiful eyes held a sparkling blend of playfulness and seductiveness, and Liz's heart nearly stopped, then began to race wildly when she realized what he was there for.
“Adam,” she said in a hoarse whisper,”I can't play now. Remember, I told you, my lunch would be over early today because...”
“Shhh.” He put a finger up to his lips. A purely devilish grin engulfed his face. “I know what I'm doing,” he said in his low, sensuous voice.
Liz's eyes widened first at his confident statement, and then grew wider as he lightly stroked his fingers from the bottom of her foot that he still had gripped by the ankle, all the way up, slowly, teasingly, drawing excruciatingly ticklish circles around her knee, and continuing his ascent up her thigh, at last resting on the lace band that held her thigh-highs to her soft, silken skin.
“Mmmmm,” he groaned in a lasciviously carnal voice,”you were waiting for me?” he asked, voice deep, eyes penetrating Liz's gaze.
“Mmm-hmm,” she could barely respond, trembling, her own voice a nearly inaudible whisper. She sharply sucked in her breath as she felt his fingertips lightly feather around the vulnerable flesh of her thigh right above her nylons. Her pulse was racing wildly, thoughts racing wildly as her mind tried to ask how this was happening, while being consumed by the oh-so-light teasing caresses on her thighs. 12:28. Her eyes glanced towards the door, noticing it was slightly open. She remembered that she had not, in fact, heard it shut at all when Ann had left her office earlier. That must have been how he was able to enter her office without her noticing, but...
Oooooh...oh my God!” Liz released a high-pitched whimper. She was quickly losing her composure as she felt his lips plant soft kisses around her knees, while using all ten fingers to increase the ticklish assault to her upper thighs.
“Oh sh...Adam...oh my God Adam, please don't,” she pleaded in a desperate whisper, fighting hard to restrain the giggles hovering dangerously inside her throat,”Mmmm...shit...you can't do this Adam, I...”
He had never removed his gaze from her face the entire time he'd spent exploiting the ticklishness of her thighs. He stopped his fingers' motions momentarily. With a smirk, he ran his diabolical gaze from her eyes, very slowly down her entire body, down to her lovely feet...pausing...then returning, very slowly, inch by inch, back up her body to once again meet her eyes. He cocked his head to the side with a look of fiendish amusement.
“Can't...”, he paused as he placed ultra light kisses around her knees,”...what?” he finished asking pointedly. Excruciating desire was beginning to overtake her senses. She blushed furiously, and then began to squirm restlessly in her seat he restarted the movements of his fingers, this time in a feather-light spidery motion all around her thighs, around her knees where his lips continued to plant maddening kisses, down her legs, purposely skipping her sensitive feet, and then returning the journey in an unpredictable fashion back up her calves, to her knees, once again returning to their original place on the soft skin of her thighs above her nylons.
Her head fell back on her chair, and she let a giggling moan escape her soft lips. Her temperature rose quickly, as the blood rushed hotly to her embarrassed face. She knew what he was doing, what he wanted her to say now, and she tried desperately to fight the impending arousal that would come from uttering those words.
“Can't...what?” He asked her again, more insistently, feeling his own pleasure rise as he waited for her to say the words. He knew how deeply it affected her to have to use the words he was longing to hear her say. He quickened the pace of his fingers, spidering their way up and down, all around her legs, increasing her torture. His eyes locked onto her gaze and held it there, tickling more and more...and waiting.
“Tickle me...” she finally uttered in an irresistibly shaky whisper. The expression on his face, as though he'd just smugly won a prize, caused a rippling wave of desire to flood her body. She moaned again and then...
Knock, knock, knock! The sound of Liz's door shocked her into an awkward reality. 12:32. The clock on her wall reminded her of her whereabouts, and the waiting tasks she had to accomplish. She felt Adam's fingers move into a gentle caress, lightly stroking up and down her nylon-covered legs, as she tried to fight their tickling sensations and focus on what she had to do.
“Adam,” she giggled, whispering,”we have to stop...heee heee...I have to...,” her voice trailed off as she heard him begin to speak.
“Work? I know,” he said. He pushed her chair back slightly, allowing himself enough room to rise up from underneath her desk. He was still on his knees, but closer to eye level with her now. He moved close to her, swiftly grabbing her behind her neck, and pulled her in for a strong but gentle kiss. Liz began to feel weakened by the power of his lips against hers, when suddenly he pulled away from the kiss and moved his face close to her left ear. He planted kisses to her sensitive ear, and she could hear him draw in his breath to whisper seductively, “I have work to do to.” He pulled away and slid back under her desk, pulling her chair and her legs forcefully under it.
“Liz?” a woman's voice came from outside the door.
“Y-Yes?” Liz answered shakily. She held her breath. She could no longer feel Adam touching her, and although she felt a tiny wave of relief to be able to regain her composure, her skin tingled in the absence of his touch, nerves still remembering every teasingly ticklish caress he'd just given her.
“Liz, it's Jess,” responded the woman from behind the door,” I'm here for our meeting. Can I come in?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure Jess, I'm ready,” replied Liz. Jessica entered the office and sat down in the chair on the other side of Liz's desk, facing her.
“Well,” started Liz,”I just wanted to check in with you about all the changes going on. With some of the staff members getting re-assigned to new departments, I realize the workload must be a little difficult at times, and I'm sorry for any extra burdens you've had to deal with because of it. How are you coping with the changes?” she asked.
“Honestly, it's been okay,” Jessica replied. “It's quieter, so I find I can get my work done faster...”Jessica continued speaking, but Liz was suddenly unable to focus well on her words. Underneath her desk, she felt her right ankle being grabbed. Liz's breath caught in her throat, but she tried her best to play off her surprise, nodding at Jessica's words. Then, abruptly, she could feel something soft, a brush...no, not just a brush...a paintbrush...a fan brush, being softly stroked up and down the bottom of her raised foot. She could feel her laughter welling up quickly in her throat, and she began trying to clear her voice in a vain attempt to cover up the laughter.
“...so I thought that was pretty funny.” Jessica ended her sentence and began laughing at her previous statement, which Liz had completely missed amid the fan brush tickling its way up and down the bottom of her feet, swirling around her toes. Liz used the opportunity to release her own laughter building inside of her. Suddenly the fan brush was removed, and was quickly replaced by a more pointed angular paintbrush. Liz shrieked a bit as its pointed tip began to skate figure 8's all around the fleshy sole of her stockinged foot. She desperately tried to get her laughter under control as Jessica was no longer making humorous comments, and her continued laughter would signal a red flag to her employee that something else was going on.
Just then, Liz felt the hand that gripped her ankle release it, and let her foot down to the floor. She panicked inside her mind over what would happen next, only to have her thoughts answered quickly by the gliding of two strong hands up her legs to her thighs. She felt Adam's hands part them. Liz was once again rendered breathless, afraid to inhale. What on earth was he going to do to her now? Moments passed while Jessica continued talking about this thing and that, but Adam's hands had not moved, holding Liz's thighs open. She could not look down to see his face, but she felt as though she could feel his gaze burning into her skin, wandering over her flesh, gazing intently at the satin covering her womanhood. Her pulse raced feverishly with anticipation, seconds passing like hours, waiting for his next move. And then she felt it.
Another paintbrush, delicately stroking the squeamishly tender flesh of her inner thigh. But how? She could still feel Adam's strong hands firmly gripping her thighs apart. Oh my God, she thought, her eyes shutting tightly trying to hide the emerging ecstasy she felt as this brush glided and darted from the inside of one thigh to the other. He's using his teeth to hold the brush, she realized, and it was everything she could do to suppress the violent laughter building rapidly inside her. No, she thought, no...no, no, no , no...not there...not now. She sucked in her breath sharply as he “painted” one ticklish thigh and then the other, driving her mad with the delicious restless tickling sensations. She couldn't help herself. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips, which she quickly masked as a sigh, sounding to Jess almost as though she were in pain. And she was almost pained by the agonizingly wonderful torment of Adam's brush, held firmly between his teeth, gently teasing the unbelievably ticklish skin of her inner thighs.
“You okay Liz?” Jessica asked. Liz's eyes were tightly closed and her expression looked as though something might be wrong.
“Mm-hmm,” she responded, afraid to speak actual words for fear she would release her laughter...or worse.
“Is it a headache? I get really bad ones sometimes.” Jess offered, concerned.
“Mm-hmm,” Liz responded again, relieved that Jess had made her own assumptions.
“Let me go grab you some Tylenol or something. I've got some in my purse at my desk. Do you want me to grab you some water too?” Jess asked.
“Mm-hmm,” again was the only answer she could make in her predicament. She lowered her head to her desk, releasing silent laughter and hiding her smiling face, trying to keep her shoulders and body still so as not to reveal that she was actually ecstatically giggling to herself, instead of suffering the headache Jessica thought she had. Adam was now using the brush's strokes in the most unfair of all manners, lightly brushing up and down the satin covering her quickly moistening core. Her mouth fell open in shock as the intense brush strokes threatened to destroy her resolve. She choked out a few silent giggles, keeping her head down, reeling at the ticklish desire spinning her out of control. Hurry up Jess, she thought. Get out of here, I can't hold it in any longer.
Just as she had those thoughts, Jess quickly got up from her chair and exited Liz's office, thankfully actually shutting the door completely on the way out. She could hear Jess's voice outside of her office, talking to the next employee scheduled to meet with Liz. As she heard her explaining that Liz wasn't feeling well, Liz tried to back her chair away from her desk to confront Adam, but it was locked in place by Adam's strong legs, holding the chair firmly to its spot.
“Oh...oooooh...my God Adam...please...stop.” Liz uttered between labored giggles and blissful moans. “I can't...handle it anymore.” The answer to her desperate pleas was to feel Adam lift each of her legs, one by one, and place them over his shoulders, securing her position for further torment. With her legs over his shoulders, she was completely helpless for what would happen next. Now with his hands free, he used one to tickle his way slowly up and down one of her immobilized legs. Liz was wearing a loose fitting black dress, and it allowed him access to slip his other hand up, over her hips, up to her vulnerable, ticklish belly, her sides, and ribs.
“Noooo.” Liz cried hoarsely. She squealed with laughter, shaking her head violently from side to side in supreme disbelief. Her body frantically tried to jerk and squirm away from the tickling fingers under her dress and the fingers spidering teasingly up and down her leg.
“God...please...please...I...I...,”Liz was unable to finish any words or pleas, as she once again felt that devilish brush, stroking, teasing between her inner thighs, gliding back and forth across the satin panties that shielded her womanhood.
“Ohhhh...,” she moaned hoarsely, drowning in the incredible sensations of his fingertips all over her body, and the brush between her legs. The more she tried to fight back the inevitable tingling, the climax growing rapidly inside of her, the more ferociously it seemed Adam worked to push her over the brink, relentlessly ticking every spot he could reach, every sensitive hollow he had access to with his fingers and brush. Her hips began to rock rhythmically against the brush, with a will of their own, and her body jerked violently, this way and that, unable to escape the gentle tickling on her ultra-sensitive sides and lower belly, the fingers teasingly circling behind her knee, up and down her thigh, and the faster circling and back-and-forth strokes of the brush Adam held in his mouth to relentlessly caress and tickle her womanhood through the satin of her panties.
I can't...not now...I...I...not here...I...
She couldn't finish a single thought. So incredible, this is not fair, too hot...these were the thoughts crashing around her mind. Then came the monumentally beautiful waves of orgasmic ecstasy rocking her very core, spreading outward to every part of her body and mind.
Liz clamped her lips shut, biting her lower lip, her screams of release, though muffled slightly, still resonated throughout her office. She spasmed and shook several times, and then stilled, laying back, weakened and blissful in her chair.
Adam very slowly ceased his delightful torment, pushed her chair back, and stood up in front of her. He reached down to grab her hands and pull her up to embrace her, soothe her in the aftermath. Liz was rendered speechless, and she buried her face in Adam's chest and held him as tightly as her strength would allow.
Moments later, Jess returned and opened the door to Liz's office.
“Hey Liz, I got you the...whoa!” Jess was startled by the presence of the handsome man in Liz's office, holding her.
“Sorry, I just showed up a minute or two ago. I'm Liz's friend Adam. I just came by to check on her and found she's not feeling well,” Adam coolly offered the explanation for his sudden appearance.
“Oh great!” Jess exclaimed happily. “Hey Liz, maybe you should just go home for the day. We can all hold it down here. I'll just tell everyone you need to reschedule their meetings, and you can come back in tomorrow or later in the week when you feel better.”
“Perhaps you're right,” Liz replied, not having to fake very hard the weakness she was feeling in her body.
“Great. Well, go on then. Adam is it...you be sure to take good care of her for us okay,” said Jess.
“My pleasure,” replied Adam with a wide grin.
Adam took Liz by the hand and they exited the office building and hopped inside of his car.
“Adam...,” Liz trailed off,”Adam, that was so ama...,” Adam's voice stopped Liz's sentence before she could finish.
“You just wait till I get you home,” he spoke, the mischievous smirk returning to his face, as he drove the rest of the way back to Liz's house.
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*New Information*-The follow-up to this story is entitled The Elevator, and can be read here, or here
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