Irresistible (Audio Script)

Stories

God, this is boring…

I mean, I wasn’t expecting a corporate work retreat to be fun, but… I didn’t think it would be this dull.

At least I like my job… and I like my coworkers for the most part.

And of course, I won’t say no to an open bar.

How long have we been in this conference room?

Two… going on two and a half hours now.

Our HR manager has just been going on and on about “corporate etiquette guidelines” and how to develop a “dynamic collaborative culture” at work.

If I hear the word dynamic one more time…

I don’t really recognize many people around me, either.

Must be from other departments.

Wish I had someone to complain with.

The marketing department’s on the other side of the hall.

They tend to keep to themselves.

The legal team is up on the balcony.

Everyone on my team is scattered around the room.

Where’s…?

Oh.

There you are.

Oh my god, you’re yawning.

You’re not even trying to hide how bored you are.

I’ve been wanting to talk to you more while we’re at the office.

But you only take half an hour lunch breaks, and you usually eat at your desk.

We’ve worked on a few projects together, but our relationship really takes place outside the office more than in.

Usually at a bar after work…

And then sometimes in one of our bedrooms.

It’s casual and fun, and a complete secret from everyone we work with.

You look professional as usual.

Black blazer, white top.

You always look so sexy in your work clothes.

I’ve enjoyed taking them off a few times.

Kinda want to do that right now.

You’re not even trying to pay attention anymore.

Just looking down at your phone.

I don’t blame you.

You’re not missing much.

I take my phone out of my pocket and text you.

“I don’t think yawning during workshops is part of the corporate etiquette guidelines, do you?”

It’s dark in this auditorium except for the glow of blue light coming from the projector screen, but I can see well enough to watch your face as you read.

You shake your head, an amused little smile spreading across your face.

You look around the room for a moment until you spot me.

Here I am. Hi.

You look down and type a reply.

“I don’t think texting during important presentations are part of corporate etiquette guidelines either.”

You’ve got a sense of humour.

It’s one of many things I like about you.

“Well, someone needs to keep you awake. We wouldn’t want you to get in trouble, would we?”

“How generous of you…”

You wink at me, and oh-so-discreetly, hitch up your skirt that little bit higher…

You look towards the speaker, smiling.

Pretending it wasn’t deliberate.

You know exactly what you’re doing to me.

You little tease.

You cross your legs and I sneak a couple of looks at your bare thighs.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”

My cock stiffens in my pants and I sit up straighter in my chair.

“You’re making it hard not to…”

My heart is beating loud in my chest and I watch you read my text.

You bite your lip gently.

Fuck… you know that’s my weakness.

My cock’s getting so hard I have to pull my jacket over my hips.

I hope the people next to me don’t notice I’ve got a raging hard-on.

That would be embarrassing.

And ironic, being that we’re at an HR presentation right now.

God, I can’t wait to get my hands on you.

“Something getting you a little hot and bothered?”

“You’re enjoying this way too much…”

You plant your feet hip-distance apart on the floor and let your head fall back slightly, pretending to stretch.

You slowly twirl a lock of hair between your fingers, letting it fall to your shoulder.

Your hand trails over your breast and down to your waist.

You trace the waistband of your skirt with your fingers, and I catch a glimpse of your skin under your shirt.

Fuck, I want to run my lips over your soft skin.

“You want me to stop?”

No. Don’t stop. I don’t think I can hold out much longer. My cock’s throbbing and straining painfully against my pants. If you’re going to do this to me, we need to go somewhere private. Fast.

“Please, don’t.”

“Good, because I wasn’t going to anyways.”

You’re making this so difficult.

How much longer is this talking going on for?

It looks like the HR manager’s wrapping up.

Thank fuck! I need to get you alone.

“Tell me what you want.”

You glance up at me, and your eyes wander down my body to my cock.

You turn your gaze away and type a message.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Oh my god. Yes, fuck, yes.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you…”

I can’t believe we’re doing this.

We’ve never teased each other like this before.

Out in public. Where we could get caught at any minute.

You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger and I fucking love it.

“Hard, rough, against the wall of your hotel room, making me moan your name…”

“That what you want?

As soon as we get out of here.”

“I don’t think that cock of yours can wait much longer, do you?”

You’re right. Fuck, I’m turned on. I need you so badly. I can’t stop thinking about you underneath me, your clothes in a pile on the floor, my lips on your neck, my cock buried deep in you.

People start to rise from their seats. Oh, shit, the talk must have ended.

“Room 340. Now.”

Your eyes don’t leave mine as we get up. Flashing that seductive little grin, you saunter off into the hall, swaying your hips as you go. Fuck…

I hold my backpack over my crotch to hide my hard-on as I make my way out of the hall.

You’re already waiting at the door when I get there.

Leaning against the door frame, eyes cool, hands in your jacket pockets.

“Get over here…”

I push you against the wall. Your mouth is warm and wet and I want to lose myself in you.

Your hands trail down my chest and play with the waistband of my jeans.

You palm my cock over the fabric and squeeze.

“God, you’re such a tease, aren’t you?”

“Oh come on, you know you love it.”

You unbutton my shirt and I run my hands up your waist, to your breasts.

I squeeze them as I fumble with the buttons on your shirt.

I can’t wait any longer.

I fucking need you.

Your breasts are almost spilling out of your white, lace bra.

I slide down the fabric and take your hard chest in my mouth.

“Mmm, fuck…”

“Get rid of these clothes…”

Our hands pull at each other until we’re both completely naked.

You take two fingers and slip them between your lips.

You suck them, pushing them deeper and deeper into your mouth…

Fuck, that’s so sexy.

I spin you round, pinning your soft body against the wall.

Your perfume mingles in my nostrils as you rock your hips against my cock.