I didn't wait for a second invitation, but stood and straddled him.
We had one problem. With my legs spread apart, I was too low to get him comfortably into my opening.
In a flash of inspiration, I pulled the lever on the bottom of the seat to lower the height of the chair.
Like magic, we were perfectly adjusted.
“You're so beautiful,” Trevor said, and his lips grazed my nipple. I leaned in so he could take me in his mouth as I slid his head into my opening. He sucked my breast as I lowered myself onto him, relishing every tingle of sensation. “So beautiful,” he said, bowing his head into me as he thrust.
I leaned back, looking up to the ceiling as he thrust into me, simultaneously rocking me back and forth. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and his mouth. I didn't understand what my arms and legs were doing, but we were locked together in a passionate rhythm, like dancers.
I didn't know why I'd been so afraid of his big cock, when it fit so perfectly inside me. I spread my legs wider, so he could more easily roll me back and forth on the length of him. His c**k stiffened even more, and my back began to sweat as I got into the rhythm of my next orgasm.
I came before him, shaking and writhing and sweating. He seemed to drink in every bit of my ecstasy, coaxing me and telling me how beautiful I was when I came. He sucked on my ni**les and rubbed my damp back with his strong hands.
As our rhythm slowed down, I said, “Do you want me to go down again? I'll finish you with my mouth. You'll like it.”
“Stand and move back,” he said.
I eased off of him, his c**k springing up after I released it.
Standing before him, I covered my br**sts self-consciously.
“Don't cover up,” he said, nudging my hands down. “You're perfect. Even in this office light, it's like the moon is shining on you.”
Then he stood and embraced me, the tip of his c**k well up past my belly button.
I pressed my br**sts together with my hands and gave him a coy look. “Like this?”
“I'm not that tall,” he said. Glancing over my shoulder, he said, “I see the perfect place.”
He grabbed my hand and led me over to the photocopier, a small one. He lifted me up, but I was too high, my vagina just touching the tip of his cock. “We could play just-the-tip,” I said.
He lifted me off the machine easily with one strong arm, flipped up the lid, and repositioned me on the glass.
I started laughing, then laughed harder when he pushed the green button. The machine trembled and shook itself from its slumber, and as I ran my hands over Trevor's muscular pectoral muscles, the light below me turned on and the bar under the glass purred along under my bu**ocks.
I barely noticed the photocopier after that, because Trevor yanked me toward him and slid the head up and down along my lips, getting everything wet and ready. He nudged my legs wider, saying he wanted to get a good look at me. A green light was on inside the machine, below the glass, casting an otherworldly glow on both of our na**d bodies.
He pushed the tip of his c**k to my opening, and though he had softened during all the mucking about with the photocopier, he was rapidly straightening out.
“Damn, you're pretty,” he said.
He kissed my shoulders, my neck, my ears. I tilted my chin up to afford him more access. He kissed around to the other side, his five o-clock shadow rasping against me pleasantly. He sucked my earlobe, and as I whimpered with confused pleasure into his ear, I felt his sex harden and enter me.
“You feel so good,” he said, thrusting deeper.
I grabbed onto his broad shoulders to pull myself closer to him.
First the dresser at the show suite, and now the photocopier. I spread my legs wider to encourage him in deeper, so that his h*ps weren't held back by my legs.
Deeper he plunged, the beautiful head of his c**k thrumming in and out of my pu**y. I guided one of his hands down to my nub, and as he stroked over my clit, warmth radiated out and through me. I imagined my heat pulsing through him as well.
He pulled me forward, toward him, once, and then again, and then he had my legs up, in his arms, and I was resting partly on my lower back, my upper back against the wall. It shouldn't have been comfortable, and yet it was perfect. With his loving hand on my clit, stroking me as he pumped in and out, I closed my eyes and climbed up higher and higher, until I exploded, gasping. Fireworks.
His eyes were closed, his face intense, both focused and relaxed, in pain and in ecstasy. I quietly watched him as he cl**axed, unaware I was watching. His face was so handsome, such a man's face, intense with those strong eyebrows and that sexy chin. His jaw muscles clenched and the tendons in his neck grew taut, and then his eyes flew open and he released into me.
He reached around and drew me to him, lifting me up, and he came inside me, hot and urgent, saying my name, over and over. “Naomi, Naomi, Naomi.”
As he slowed down, squeezing my ass and straining against me, I said, “Trevor.”
He kissed me, stopping me from saying his name, but I murmured it into his lips, as he murmured my name into mine.
As we got dressed after, I could have sworn I heard something, like the sound of keys tapping, but when I mentioned it and Trevor listened, we heard nothing.
With my clothes on, I dashed into the kitchenette, got some cleaning supplies, and gave the photocopier a good once-over, just to be courteous to my co-workers. A perfect imprint of my bare ass cheeks was on the glass of the photocopier, which Trevor and I both had a giggle over.
He took the photocopy of my butt from the machine, folded it several times, and stuck it in his pocket.
“It's so blurry,” I said. “You can't even tell it's a na**d bum.”
“Yes, but I know,” he said. “And that's all that counts.”
“Oh, Trevor,” I said.
He kissed me on the cheek. “Dinner?”
I insisted we go somewhere casual. He took me to a fast food drive-through, as a joke, I think, but when we looked at the menu, we agreed the cheeseburgers and fries did look good.
We ordered, paid, and parked a ways up the street, where we ate inside the truck.
“Your truck is so clean,” I said. “I wouldn't think you'd eat in here, or let anyone else.”
He took a sip of his drink. “This may be the first time.”
“First time for everything,” I said.
He patted the pocket that contained the photocopy of my bum. “I'll say.”
His tie wasn't on, but he was still wearing his nice suit, with two napkins spread across his lap to protect the pants from his messy burger.
I said, “Chili burger, huh?”