Conference Room Table Revisited – By Stephanie Scarlett

I am on fire.

I am jealous.

I am in need.

I am tired of this loneliness, and of this separation.

Most of all I am tired of wondering if I had misjudged what we have.

I spent so much time pining away and wanting her. I never expected to be in this position again, less than a year later.

I never expected to face the possibility of losing her, and especially not to him. Not considering it was the intensity of our feelings for each other the last time hewas around. She had even broken those marriage vows to be with me.

These are the thoughts that won’t stop assaulting my mind as I stare out the window of this conference room. Maybe the location has something to do with the intensity of them now.

I hadn’t meant to end up here. I just needed to get away from the others, and the party. From the view I was privy to in there. Of her in hisarms, dancing with him, ever so close, the way she should have been with me.

This room… I can remember everything so vividly. The deep purple of her dress cascading around us as I buried myself within her so deeply, as I poured everything I had into loving her.

I can’t seem to help myself as I walk towards the table. I can see her there, beneath me, eyes closed, desire evident on her face.

Was the forbidden aspect all there really was to our affair? Does she still regret it enough to go back?

I allow myself another moment of pondering before my hand slams down, and am startled to hear her voice.

“There you are.” Her hands reach behind her to close the heavy wooden doors, her eyes boring into mine as I stare at her.

“What are you doing in here? Aren’t you supposed to be with Roman?” I never knew I could hate saying a name so much, especially not a name that I once wore, yet here we are, with me barely able to say it without wanting to punch a wall.

“I was worried about you…” she trails off as she approaches me. “You stormed out before I could even speak to you.”

“It was pretty evident where your attention was this evening, where it’s been for months, actually. I came back to find you about to marry him again, and we haven’t had one moment alone since. Yet, you can snuggle up to him. So, I apologize, but I don’t think that left me with much desire to hang around and suffer small talk.” I turn my back to her, moving to stare out the window once again.

“I’m not with him! I have explained this to you multiple times. I can’t just let him die!” I can tell she is close behind me now. I can smell her perfume, and it’s suffocating me.

“It seems like more than that Doc! I brought the cure home. He’s getting better, yet here we are. Arguing over him, me stuck watching you fawning all over him.” I turn to face her then, before moving to try to get past her and leave. I don’t want to fight with her. “I’ve got to get out of here… I shouldn’t have come down here in the first place. I never should have come down here four years ago, then you’d still be married to Roman, and I wouldn’t be feeling the pain of losing you to him all over again!”

“What do you know about Zen?” his heart dropped at her voice, at her uttering those words.

“WHAT?” He spun to face her, shocked at hearing her repeat the same phrase he had before.

“Weren’t those the words you used to stop me from running away from this room before? From you?” She spoke the words in a husky whisper as she approached him, her own fingers taking a moment to trail against the table.

“Yes…” he could barely manage an answer as she moved to stand before him. The fingers she has trailed long the table now snaking their way up his hand… his arm…

“I don’t want Roman…” her breath caught for a moment as she stared up into his eyes. The cobalt blue turning to fire under her gaze. “It wasn’t Roman I wanted the last time we visited this room either…”

“Yet, you’re with-“ his words were silenced as her hand moved to cover his mouth. Her tongue snaking out to flick against her lips as she moved even closer to him.

“I want you… only you” Maybe it was the memories, maybe it was the anger, maybe it was the fear of losing him. She wasn’t sure, but she felt the same stirring within her belly as she had the last time.

Her lips moved to replace her fingers against his as she let her words trail off.  Her fingers moved to grasp the lapels of his tuxedo jacket as she pushed him backwards, his ass coming to rest against the edge of the flat surface.

She was caught off guard as she felt herself spun around to face the table, her hands automatically bracing against it. His lips burying themselves in her hair as his body moved behind hers.

It had always amazed her how quickly they could move from an argument to lust in the past. How quickly they could move from an innocent conversation to lust. The sexual pull between them always seemed to take over, and it seemed still did.

She arched her back into him as she felt his hands begin to trail along the curve of her hip. Her hands grasped at him from behind, her fingers clenching into the curve of his ass, pulling him flush against her.

“Please…” Her whisper, begging for him to give in so quickly, reminded him of so many past experiences that it shook him to his core.  It also answered the unvoiced question lingering in his mind, holding him back, did she really want to do this? Here? Again?

He knew this wouldn’t solve anything, that there would still be conflict over their situation, but he couldn’t resist or deny her. He never had been able to, and never would.

And, just like that, his hands were grasping at the skirt of her dress pulling the fabric up in a bunch, not caring if he caused telltale wrinkles. His fingers grazed against the soft skin of her thighs, exposed between the straps of her garter belt, higher until as he looked down he could see the curves of her perfect bottom, unhidden by the lacy thong she wore.

There wasn’t time to go slow. He could the same sense of urgency in her as her hands released their hold on his behind, and moved to fumble behind her with the button of his slacks. His mouth latched onto the skin of her shoulder, exposed by the fashion of the dress, his tongue flicking against it, trailing to her neck… her ear.

He moved one hand to grasp her jaw, turning her head, capturing her lips in a carnal kiss, his other hand making sure to keep a firm grasp on the bunched up skirt of her dress Her tongue dueled with his, beginning a frenzied carnal dance with his own as her hands released him from his pants. Her fingers stroking firmly, from the base of his cock to the tip as she pulled it through the opening of his silk boxers.

He felt her press back against him, felt the moist heat of her center as she lifted her ass, replacing her stroking fingers with the lace covered crotch of her thong. Her hands moved to brace her body against the table as she felt him thrust against her, lust fueling their movements now instead of anger and fear.

She felt the tip of his finger flick against the sensitive area between her ass and her center, moving the lacy string to the side. His cock stroked against her wet lips once, twice, a third time before she pushed back against him, taking him all the way in, impaling herself. She hissed for a moment, adjusting to the fullness. The sheer girth of him made her breath catch every time they reconnected like this.

He inhaled the scent that surrounded him as her back arched against him, the heels she wore giving her just enough height to have no need for bending, the angle making her even tighter than she already was, making it difficult for him not to cum after so long apart.

She was doing all of the work, her body jerking against him, her grunts and moans the only sounds in the empty office. He hissed as he felt her clench around him as he moved a finger trail from the moisture spilling against her thighs to the hole of her ass. He knew what that did to her, how it seemed to heighten her senses and speed her along. He also just loved the feel of every inch of her body, and of knowing after a conversation that had had once that she had never experienced this level of want for anyone else.

The tautened fabric of her thong pulled against her clit as she increased her movement, moving one of her hands from his spot bracing herself to rub the same spot. And, then she was gone, splintering into thousands of tiny pieces for a moment. Her vision tunneling and her legs shaking as her walls began to quiver, milking him, urging him to join her over the edge. He sucked in his breath as his body answered the urging, his seed spilling forth in an orgasm so powerful his hand lost it’s grip on her dress as he stumbled against her, grasping at the table to catch them both.

They stood, still joined as her body went limp across the top of the table. Aftershocks overtook her again as she felt him begin to withdraw from her.

He didn’t want this to end, he didn’t want to remove himself from this cocoon, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before someone was looking for one of them. He pulled back from her, moving to straighten his pants, readjusting himself within them, noticing as he did so the smudges of fluid now coating his fly at the button. It semi turned him on again that he would be leaving here still wearing the evidence of what they did to each other… with each other.

She smoothed the fabric of her dress, letting the skirt fall back down, overcome as a memory flashed of this same ending all those years ago. This time was going to be different though, this time as she turned and kissed him quickly, she wasn’t going to beg him to let this be the last time. This time was going to be the beginning of all future times.

“I’m going to find Roman… it’s time to end this.” And then she was gone, his own footsteps trailing quickly behind her, following her to the beginning of forever.