Personal Security

What started innocently enough as two people casually smiling at each other and flirting in passing, quickly became one of the most sensual love affairs I’ve ever had.

I’d only been working for the company a few months when I first noticed Jamie. Her smile was electric and her eyes a dark chocolate brown. Long black hair that she kept neatly braided and a voice so silky and smooth it made my knees weak. Our building is a secure building with key card access required on all floors and Jamie was one of the security guards that monitored the hallway to the elevators. Every day she would welcome everyone who walked through and wish them good-bye upon leaving. But yesterday, yesterday was different. Instead of the usual farewell greeting she wished me a great weekend with a flirty that I don’t recall her giving to anyone else. I flirted back a little on my way out and tried to get on with my evening and weekend, but couldn’t stop thinking about her. Did I imagine it? Surely I imagined it. I don’t consider myself an ugly person, but I also don’t consider myself particularly attractive either. Just an early middle-aged plain Jane with a little extra fluff and long, lean legs.

The weekend came and went, and Monday I went into the office just like every other day. Sure enough, she was in her usual spot by the elevators greeting everyone as they walked by. Our eyes met and I knew Friday’s interaction was no accident. I wanted to stick around a little longer and at least get her name, but I was running late for a meeting. I did happen to see her name tag and made a note of her name (Jamie) for later. It was such a busy day that before I kew it, it was 5:00 and I still had a ton of work to do. I ordered some dinner from GrubHub, turned off phone notifications, and settled in for a long and late night. Before long, I get a ping on my computer from Jamie:

“Hey Ellie! Your GrubHub delivery is at the front desk.”

I quickly respond: “Thanks, Jamie! Any chance you could bring it up to me? I’m in the middle of something and can’t get away from desk at the moment”.

“Sure”, Jamie said, “I start rounds in a few minutes and can bring it by. Where’s your desk?”

I tell her where to find my desk and get back to work. About ten minutes later, I hear the beep of a key card unlocking the door and glance up to see Jamie walking towards me. I smile and say:

“You are a life saver! Thank you!”

“You’re welcome, sweetie” she says, and then asks “so what do you do?”

I explain what my job entails and what exactly I was working on and quickly pause to say: “sorry, that was a lot and probably way more detail than you wanted.”

“It’s okay, nerds are sexy” and then she winked, “I have to finish my rounds, but don’t you work too hard okay?”

I sheepishly grin while blushing and say “I’ll try not to”.

I ate my dinner, put on my noise cancelling headphones, and got back to work while jamming to my favorites playlist. I’m jamming away, dancing at my standing desk and singling along to my music when there’s a gentle tapping on the corner of my desk. I was so startled that I tripped on my chair, dropped my phone under the desk. I bent down to pick it up and immediately hit my shoulder on the desk on my way up.

“Ouch! Jamie!” I cried, “Don’t do that!” And then proceeded to laugh while rubbing my shoulder.

Jamie laughed, too and said “I’m sorry, I was enjoying the show but didn’t want it to get too creepy so made my presence known”. She then checked me out from head to toe for any other bruises and said; “you’re damn talented, where’d you learn to do all that?”

I moved my arm around to check my shoulder and explained my theatrical and musical upbringing.

“Here” she said as she stepped up behind me and began massaging my shoulders, “let me. It’s the least I can do for scaring you so badly”.

My shoulders were so tense from stress and working late that I instantly melted into her and moaned a little. Her hands on my shoulders felt so incredibly amazing - strong but also soft.

I quietly whispered, “if your hands are this good on my shoulders I wonder what else they can do.”

She chuckled and when I realized what I had said, I quickly straightened up and covered my face with my hands.

“That was out loud wasn't it?” And then I peeked at her between my fingers.

She was smiling, and with a twinkle in her eye said: “Yes, it was and let me show you” as she held out her hand.

Still in shock, I took her out stretched hand and she pulled me closer while gently turning me around to face my desk, while still keeping me close. She started massaging my shoulders again, slowly worked her way down to my shoulder blades, the middle of my back, and to my lower back. With her hands on my hips she pulled me back into her and I gasped while looking around to make sure no one was watching.

“Relax”, she said, “I already checked and we’re the only ones here right now”.

I relaxed a little more and let her continue her work. Her hands continued to massage and explore my body; one strong arm under my shirt massaging my breasts and erect nipples, while the other slowly explored my lower abdomen and hips before gently lifting my skirt.

I giggle with delight and arousal as her arms tighten around me, pulling me in close. She whispers in my ear “that’s a good girl” and I immediately shudder, almost falling again if it weren't for her arms bracing me.

Suddenly, she pinches my nipple hard between her fingers while simultaneously pinching my clit. I gasp and she breathes into my ear “damn, that’s hot”. I moan in agreement and grind my hips into her. Her fingers start to circle around and over my clit driving me closer and closer to climax. She senses that I’m close and whispers a single command: “not yet, baby girl”. While she continues to massage my clit she wraps my long hair around her other free hand and pulls my head back, kissing me hard and then biting my lower lip. I cry out in ecstasy knowing no one can hear me and she starts nibbling on my ear lobes and kissing my neck.

Finally, she decides she’s done with my clit and plunges her her fingers deep inside me.

“Damn, babygirl, you’re so wet” she says, “I’ve can’t wait to see what you taste like”.

My eyes shoot open at the thought of doing such a thing at the office. Sure, I’ve fingered myself in the bathroom before, or under the desk when I’m here late at night and incredibly horny. But this?

She must have read my mind because she reminded me that there’s no one else here but us. She then pulls her fingers out of me and begins to suck on them - cleaning off every last bit of me. I’m left panting, gripping her pant leg with one hand and the desk with my other hand for support. Before I’m recovered enough she plunges her fingers back in making me grind my hips hard against her.

“That’s it babygirl, you can cum now, let me hear you and feel you cum”. I feel my pussy tighten around her fingers as she continues to drive them in and out of me with her thumb putting pressure on my clit. I’m shaking and quivering while she holds me up and finally a climax, cumming all over her fingers and I can feel the warmth running down my leg. I do believe I’ve squirted for the first time ever in my life.

She slowly withdraws her fingers from me and shoves them into my mouth - I lick and suck her fingers while she re-arranges my skirt to where it should be with her free hand. She doesn’t let go of me until she’s certain I won’t fall. When she does, I turn around to face her and we kiss passionately. We finally break apart and start making sure we don’t look like we’ve just had the most amazing sex imaginable but when I turn around, she’s gone. All I find is her business card with her personal cell number written on the back.

I grab my phone and send her a text, thanking her for mind blowing sex. We exchange some more niceties and I jokingly ask her: “Are you my persona security now?” Her only response was: “indeed I am. Next time I show you the control room”.