Daytime Encounter (A Short Story) (2 page)

             
“Logan Stevens, I can’t believe it!”  The man said as he walked off the elevator. 

             
Relieved, Logan looked down at his watch.  It read 11:05 am.  Not that much time until noon but still enough time to… 

Bing!  The elevator sounded as it hit the fifteenth floor.  Stepping out, he read a list of confusing numbers and arrows on the wall and headed right.  Towards the end of the hall he ended up a doorway and checked his phone.  The etched name of the legal firm matched the name that Chaste had texted.  This was it.

                 He pressed the doorbell and waited.  After a few moments the door opened to reveal Chaste standing at attention.  She looked as good as he remembered.  Even better in her business suit.  She reminded him of a Lufthansa flight attendant .  She greeted with him with a simple “Hello”, to which he responded nervously with “Hi”. 

Without another word spoken, Chaste turned around and walked back into the office.  Logan duly followed.

“Oh Greta, this is Logan Stevens.”  Chaste said as Greta peered up, eyes beaded, from her computer screen.  “He’s one of our new clients” she added.

“Mister Stevens.  Funny, I don’t have you on my list.  Were you scheduled today?”  Greta said.

“Errr…” said Logan.

“He’s not on the schedule” Chaste interjected.  “He’s a new client.  No need to check him in, I’ll handle it personally.” 

Before Greta could say another word, Chaste led Logan down the hallway towards a large conference room in the back of the office.  It was fancy, as it was meant to impress clients.  Once inside, she shut the door quickly and leaned her back against it.  Logan stood uncomfortably in the center of the room.  Chaste noticed his tall, lanky yet muscular frame and began to breathing harder. 

“Well, should we just drop down and do it right here?” Logan said as an icebreaker.

Chaste laughed and then stared down at the ground for a few seconds.  Looking up, she stared directly into Logan’s eyes.

“I’m ready.”  She said.

Logan couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.  With one lunging step, he closed the gap between the two of them and pushed Chaste back towards the smooth glass conference room table.  Pushing several high end ergonomic chairs out of the way, he lifted and sat her onto the table with her legs dangling off the edge.  Although Chaste was not a skinny girl, she felt like a paperweight in his strong arms.

             
“Wait” she said. “Press that switch”

Logan looked over at the wall.  “You mean that one?” he said. 

Chaste nodded.

Logan pressed the switch and the blinds began to automatically deploy and close around the entire perimeter of the room.  After marveling at the sight for a few seconds, he turned back to Chaste. 

“Now fuck me hard,” she said.

He placed both hands on her knees and slid his hands up her thighs, causing her skirt to bunch up her thighs.  Her half exposed bottom was now sitting on the table.  Logan then dropped to his knees and began to kiss the calves of
Chaste’s bare legs slowly.  She let out a long breath as she felt a surge of heat rise from her chest to her head and back down to her spine.

He kissed further up beyond her knees and then lifted his head up.  She grabbed his messy, thick hair and pulled his lips to hers as she looked down on him.  He pushed a bit of his tongue into her mouth and she reciprocated.  She tasted as fresh as his first girlfriend in high school.

Outside, Greta began to wonder about what was going on and gave herself an excuse to come searching.  Sensing her footsteps, Chaste broke herself away from the kiss.

“Lock the door!” she said.

Logan looked at the door and quickly went over and turned the steel knob.  They were now completely encased.  The room was soundproof and was meant for privacy as the firm often handled high profile clients who at times required maximum secrecy. 

Placing his attention back on Chaste, Logan knew he did not have much time.  Thinking the same thing, she pulled her skirt up as high as it would go.  Logan walked over and put his hand between her legs.  He could feel that she was already soaking through her
white panties.

She felt warm to the touch as he slid his middle finger on top of her clit and played with it gently.

“Fuck me!” she said again.

Without further ado, Logan grabbed her panties from the tops of her hips and pulled them down her legs and finally off her feet.  He then placed the small cloth triangle to his nose and took a long inhale before tossing them aside.  Logan had seen his fair share of excited girls before, but even he was surprised at how wet she was.  This made his erection even bigger and harder. 

He unzipped his pants to reveal his long thick shaft.  Now it was Chaste’s turn to be surprised.  It was easily the biggest one she had ever seen.  She flashed back to something her older sister once said.  “The tall, lean guys have the baseball bats.”

Still sitting at the edge of the table, Logan put both hands on
Chaste’s shoulders and pushed her slowly onto her back.  He then grabbed her by the ankles and lifted both legs into the air, while positioning himself close to her.  Looking at the ceiling, she grabbed his thick shaft with her right hand.  She then used her left hand to get better control.  Closing her eyes, she buried his cock deep inside her and let out a scream that was beauty, pain, lust and joy all mixed into one.

As he
thrusted into her with a slow rhythm, she felt her spirit leave her body and enter into his.  She felt the elation and freedom of escaping her life.  Logan’s feeling was one of fulfillment and restoration.  To him, it was like drinking pure crystalline water.  He pumped her faster and faster until her eyes rolled back.  Then finally, he returned her spirit back through a bursting stream.

             
Both breathing heavily, Logan and Chaste enjoyed a moment of blissful silence before they were interrupted by a voice on the conference speakerphone.  It was Greta. 

“Chaste, the partners are back and Mr. Guthrie needs you in his office right now”

Immediately springing off the table, Chaste grabbed her clothes from the floor and got dressed.  Logan did so as well.  Right before leaving the conference room, Chaste gave Logan some instructions for escape. 

“Take the side door, make a right and go down the service elevator at the end of the hall” she said.

A few minutes later, Chaste found herself back in her office with a fresh batch of Mr. Guthrie’s case files to review.  Logan exited the front door of the building and was approached by the valet with keys in hand.

“Here you go
sir, I left it in the best spot.  Just get right on in”

“Thanks kid” said Logan, smiling as he got in the car. “Make sure you park it the same spot next time” 

As he drove away, both Logan and Chaste simultaneously looked up at the noon sky.  In satisfaction, they smiled and closed their eyes for a brief moment - bathed in warm daylight.  

--The End--

Note from the Author:

Thanks so much for reading my story.
  It was a joy for me to write.  If you liked it, please post a review!  I would appreciate that very much.  I am originally from Long Island, New York but currently reside in Los Angeles.  I am currently single and enjoy the outdoors, beach volleyball, R&B/Jazz music, and travel.  Prior to starting my writing career, I worked in sales/marketing at various internet startups for about fifteen years.  If you’d like to contact me directly, you can email me at [email protected]      

-Alan Lynn