Surprise Delivery(23)

It’s still unbelievable to me, even a few weeks removed from it, that I still feel this gravitational pull toward her. And it hasn’t diminished one iota. It’s something I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about, but something I don’t feel I’m any closer to having an answer to.

It’d be easy to say that she’s beautiful and the attraction is purely physical. Lust can often confuse things and make you think you’re feeling something you’re not. And Alexis is definitely beautiful. She’s gorgeous, in fact.

But, it’s not just that. It’s not just her physical beauty that’s drawing me. I know I only got to spend what amounts to a few hours with her, but I found her to be funny and charming as hell. She’s tougher than nails, yet still has a big, compassionate heart. She’s also incredibly intelligent, which, truth be told, is what I consider to be her best feature.

It’s her brains that draw me like the proverbial moth to a flame. Intelligence has always been my biggest weakness – and the thing I’ve found most lacking in the women I’ve been out with. Alexis is smart as hell and she’s not ashamed of it. Unlike some women, she doesn’t feel the need to hide it or dumb herself down for the sake of anybody. It seems rare to find in somebody and I appreciate that about her.

I drain the last of my drink and set my glass down on the table. Standing up, I strip off my scrubs and head into the bathroom, needing a hot shower. Dropping my scrubs in the hamper for the laundry service, I walk in and turn on the water, giving it a minute to heat up. As it does, I step over to the mirror and stare at my reflection for a moment.

I’m just thirty-six years old, but I’m already seeing flecks of gray in my dark hair here and there. I’ll probably be fully salt and peppered before too long. There are even a few gray whiskers in my stubble making me suddenly feel a little older than I actually am. My body is still lean and toned – it’s something I work hard at. Staying active and physically fit is important to me and even though the gym we have here at our compound isn’t great, it’s better than nothing.

When the steam begins billowing out of the shower and starts to fill the bathroom, I step in and pull the curtain closed behind me. I lean forward and press my head to the cool tile of the shower stall, letting the heat in the water wash down over me, kneading at my muscles like a masseuse. Bit by bit, the tension in me starts to ease and I begin to grow a bit more relaxed – though I’m sure the scotch is helping in that department.

As the water rains down over me, flashes of Alexis start firing through my head again. I try to banish them, but they persist and force me to see her in painstaking detail. I can remember how her smooth, supple skin felt beneath my fingertips. I can remember the way her body felt pressed up against mine. The way her lips tasted, and her hands felt on me.

As these memories rock my senses, I feel myself growing stiffer. I try to will it all away, to not think about it, but know that it’s no use. Masturbating to images and memories of Alexis has become a daily thing for me. I’ve tried to shut it down and block her out of my head, but it does me no good. She’s like a splinter just beneath the surface of my skin – a constant sensation in my brain.

Reaching down, I grip my hard cock and close my eyes. I conjure up images of fucking Alexis in the conference room that night. In my mind’s eye, I find myself staring into her eyes, that Mardi Gras mask still on her face. We’re kissing, our tongues probing each other’s mouth. My cock is buried inside of her to the hilt and I’m thrusting my hips hard, driving myself into her with a frantic energy.

I stroke my cock with that same vigor, remembering how it felt to actually be inside of her, thrusting myself wildly into the warm, wet center of her. I groan, my voice echoing off the tiles as I jerk myself off, picturing that perfect night of passion spent with Alexis.

I moan her name as I recall having her bent over the table and see her looking back at me, her eyes glittering from behind that mask she was wearing. I feel myself thrusting deep into her, hearing her groan and gasp as I fuck her. In my fantasy, she’s begging me for more and calling out my name.

My breathing is growing ragged as images of Alexis’ perfect, beautiful body flash through my mind’s eye. All of the sensations I felt that night come flooding back and my body crackles with intense electricity.

As I feel her pushing herself back against me, taking my cock even deeper into her, I throw my head back and cry out as I erupt.

Leaning forward, I press my head to the tile again, letting the waves of sensation wash over me. I long to have her body again, but more than that, I long to have that connection we shared – that’s what made the sex between us so intense.

She’s like a drug and like a good junkie, I’m in dire need of another fix.





Eight





Alexis





I lean against the photocopier, fighting off another wave of nausea. I have no idea what I ate that isn’t agreeing with me, but I feel like I want to die. It’s been like this for a couple of days now, and no amount of Pepto seems to be helping. It’s always worst when I first wake up and tapers off by around lunchtime – or at least, becomes a little more tolerable. Overall, the last couple of days have been an exercise in misery.

I take the copies out of the tray, stack them neatly, then carry them back to my desk. I drop heavily into my seat and grab the edges of my desk, take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m gripped by a fist of nausea that very nearly makes me throw up in my trash can. I manage to fight it off again – though just barely.