Never Cross the Line (Short Story)

I hate attending these meetings every month. They have nothing to do with my department. While they explain all these changes we are going to implement for the “new” company’s vision.

That is not the only issue I have to admit. Sitting right next to her is Ayden Tosh. The man has not stopped looking at me since we started. He looks majorly pissed off. It could be because I accidentally spilled coffee on his laptop two weeks ago.

Since the incident, the whole staff could feel the heat coming off him towards me.

“The meeting can be adjourned unless there are questions?”

She must be delusional. This was a last-minute meeting right before five. Everyone wanted out and the way Ayden is looking I should run.

No one spoke and started to leave.

“Evy I need you to stay behind, please.” That came from Ayden.

I looked at Ayden and my heart was in my throat.

“Of course.”

Everyone started to whisper. We will be the topic of gossip on Monday. When the last person left my hands started to tremble a bit.

He sat there staring at me for at least ten minutes then looked at his new laptop.

“We have a problem.”

“Do we?”

“Yes. I am very good at reading people, and you are attracted to me.”

“Consident much?”

“No, and you did not deny it.” He stood and took his jacket off.

“What are you doing?” I asked looking at his body filling out that shirt.

He walked over to the door and locked it.

“As I was saying “We” have a problem. I am taken and you are taken so we can not act out on this attraction.”

“So what are we doing here?”

“I have an idea that will not cross either of our lines.”

“Idea?”

“Go to the other side of the table you will see a white line on the floor.”

I walked around and saw it.

“That line represents what we will not cross.”

My breathing started to increase.

"You stay over there and touch yourself as I watch and I will do the same over here.”

“That is sick,” I said

“Do you masturbate?”

“Yes, that is normal.”

“So that is what we will be doing. With visual stimulation.”

“Visual Stimulation,” I repeated.

“Yes and some audio too. We just do not cross the line.”

I looked down and thought I should leave.

“There is no one here. That is what I was looking at on my laptop. No stranglers. Now it is up to you. Do you want to do this?”

I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt. This is like watching porn, right? No touching and no crossing the line.

“Do I need to get fully undressed?”

“Do what makes you comfortable.” His shirt was open now. My mouth was dry, and my pussy was soaked.

I unbutton my blouse revealing that I wore a Cami and no bra. My nipples were hard and their dark color showed through the pink fabric. I lifted my skirt and took off my matching lace panties and put it on the table.

Ayden had already unbuckled his pants.  Shit, I was aching looking at him.

He unzipped and pulled himself out and I swallowed.  He was thick and long, and his head had precum glisten from it.

I went to the chair behind me and reclined a bit so he could see my wet pussy.

He groaned as I squeezed my nipples first and kept my eyes on him.

“You're so wet.” He said as he continued a slow stroke himself.

I sucked on two fingers and started to rub my clit in circles with pressure. I began to moan.

“Show me what you like.” He said.

I went to my wet slit and pushed in passed the knuckle. I steadily began to push in and out in sync with his strokes.

“Yeah, like that. Follow me.”

I nodded and matched every back-and-forth with my in and out pumping motion till I needed to release.”

“Are you touching that spot?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you need.” He practically growled out.

“Move faster.” I said panting as I went faster myself.

We must have looked filthy. Ayden dripping down and me leaving a puddle on the chair.

“Shit, I am close.” He said.

“Me too.”

His pace and grip on his dick were merciless. I wondered if he would pound me that way. The thought was making me tighten.

He shot his load, and it landed an inch away from the line. I came right after and squirted so hard I know some of it had to have landed on the line, but did not cross.

We both tried our best to control our breathing.

He went and took a Kleenx to clean himself up and handed me some in the process.

We said nothing until we were fully clothed.
I looked at the floor and he followed my gaze.

“We should clean it up”

He smiled at me and said. “No, leave it. I’m pretty sure if you step over that line. We will have another problem.”

Shit.