Tina's Satisfaction
written by:
Mirkwood

I first saw Tina at my interview. She was introduced as a member of the team I would be joining. I knew from the start that working with her was going to be both a joy and a nightmare. She was, quite frankly, stunning and I was immediately attracted to her. When we first shook hands she looked me directly in the eye, seemingly all business.

"Hi Paul. Nice to meet you. I'm Tina, I check all of the team designs before they go to prototype manufacturing. I think it's because everyone things I'm just a little obsessive." She gave me a small smile. It transformed her face. She had the most beautiful long red hair, just dark enough that it was a true red, not garish but utterly elegant. She still had a slight, almost girlish, smattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks that set off her gorgeous smoky green eyes. The small grin she gave me produced cute little dimples in her cheeks and her eyes sparkled. I was in serious trouble.

We talked a little more and I realised that not only was this woman truly beautiful, she was also funny and bright. Sure I'd been attracted to numerous women before, but this seemed to be different. Like most reasonably polite men of my generation I am adept at quietly checking out the whole package without embarrassing either of us, but in this case I can truly say I didn't look anywhere but her eyes and face. At least that's all I remember looking at. I can't remember much of the rest of the interview either - going home I was haunted by those beautiful green eyes.

As I predicted, working with Tina was a both a joy and a nightmare. She was smart, cheerful and stunning. Somehow I managed to make it through those first weeks without drooling or staring at her too creepily. Despite my attraction to her I was able to be friendly and completely professional with her. She would look over my plans, complain that I needed to be more detail oriented, and then compliment me over the novelty of my designs. I in turn teased her about her obsessiveness over minutiae, begged her forgiveness and told her I couldn't do without her. Since I was new to the company and getting up to speed with some of the differences between this job and my old one I often ended up staying late. After a few weeks I noticed it was often just the two of us left alone in the office, her at her desk in one corner of the room and me in mine at the other. It was on one of these nights that our relationship changed for good.

I walked over to her desk and perched on a corner of it. She glared at me as she always did. "My desk is not for sitting on. You're going to crumple my work." She said. "Tina, your desk is tidier than the Clean Room, I'm not sitting anywhere near any paper." I teased. I loved getting under her skin, Her face would get slightly flushed the eyes would crinkle up and shoot toe-tingling green fire at me.

"Oh fine, be that way. Selfish pig." She tossed her head. She never really got mad at me. She gave me her little grin, dimples and all. "So what are you working on tonight?" I asked. "I would have thought that you're way too organized to need work late."

And truthfully she didn't look as if she was working on much, just dotting the i's and crossing the t's on a few recent projects. Certainly nothing that necessitated staying late. I thought back on the last few weeks. Was there a pattern to when she stayed late? Were they in fact the same days I stayed late. Perhaps it wasn't just me that felt an attraction. I never thought I'd been much to look at but I'd learnt that for women, as long as you were over a certain threshold, brains and personality could win out.

We had talked quite a lot and we were definitely friends but we'd never hung out together after work. Maybe that should change.

"Hey Tina I was thinking, it's getting kind of late, and I'm definitely starting to feel the hunger. Do you want to go and get a bite?."

She just looked at me for a few moments. I couldn't tell whether she was shocked or just thinking about it.

"Hmmm...I'll have to think about it." She said. Dhee looked away, pretentding to think. "Are you th sort of person I want to associate with after work? Are you going to think that it'll mean I'll go easy on you when you can't remember to check over your work properly?" She looked up at me tapping her finger on her chin. I rolled my eyes at her. "C'mon" I said, "I've found this great little joint just around the corner. It has killer meatloaf." "Okay, I suppose I could be pursuaded." she said with a mock sigh. We grabbed our coats and left.

The place was quiet this late in the middle of the business district and we had a nice little corner just to ourselves. We talked about all sorts of things, hobbies, families and secret passions. Time flew by in a flash and I knew that if our relationship never went any further than an occasional dinner I would regret it for the rest of my life.

I didn't want the dinner to end. It seemed Tina was having a good time too. We ended up leaning closer and closer to each other. We were definitely invading each others personal space without seeming to realise it.

Finally the bill came. I insisted on paying despite her protests.

"Chauvinist pig." She teased me.

"Absolutely." I said. "Would it make you feel better if I called this a date."

"A date...?" she seemed slightly shocked.

"Yes, you know a dinner engagement between two people who are attracted to each other." I stopped, suddenly unsure. "I mean, well, I'm attracted to you, anyway." I looked at her, tense and still, terrified that I'd said the wrong thing, that our friendship had been derailed. "I think ... I think I'd like that". She said with a small smile. It wasn't one of her cheeky dimple laden smiles, but a small rather serious, secret little smile. "Good." I said simply.

We walked to the car park from the bar slightly buzzed from the alcohol and slightly giddy from the increased closeness. We didn't hold hands, this thing was too new and uncertain, but we walked closer to each other than strictly necessary bumping our shoulders together ever so often and just enjoying the closeness.

The lot was empty apart from our two cars parked a few dozen feet from each other.

"Let me walk you to your door." I joked. She unlocked the door from her fob from a few feet away and I reached toward the door to open it for her, but she turned and leant back against it looking at directly in the eye. Her green eyes were dark, her face serious. "I enjoyed our date." She said. "Perhaps, just perhaps, we should do it again."

The look she gave me was sensuous almost longing. I'm not sure if either of us knew what she was thinking. I only knew that my body acted on its own. I leant forward and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were soft and slightly moist, and then she was kissing me back, not attacking me, just a nice firm beautiful kiss. As I drew back I wondered if I had imagined just a trace of the tip of her tongue on my lips.

She smiled at me. No more words were exchanged. This was the best ending I could have imagined when I had first sat on her desk this evening".

I walked on air back to my car. I'm not sure how or when I got home. I slept better that night than I had done in weeks. She really had got under my skin.

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Walking into the office the next morning I wondered if it was going to be awkward between us. If she was going to have had second thoughts during the night. She wasn't at her desk when I walked in which was a little unusual. If I was the one who worked late, she was known as a morning person. She was usually one of the first in, she said she liked to get a good start on the day before anyone else arrived. As I sat down at my desk I wondered if she was coming in late to avoid me. With a certain tension in my shoulders I sat at my desk and started my work.

I was completely absorbed in my work and completely missed her when she came in. "Good morning Paul. How did you sleep last night?". "Not too badly" I replied. "How about you?" Tina perched herself on the edge of my desk consciously mimicking my actions of last night. Unlike her desk mine was definitely cluttered and she crushed a pile of papers under her delicate rump. I leant back in my chair and raised my eyebrows at the action. She looked absolutely devastating this morning. Her red hair was pulled neck from her face in a cute little pony tail. It was set off by a soft green sweater that clung to her curves and emphasised her green eyes.For the first time since I'd known her she was wearing a skirt, and, lucky me it was short enough and had pulled up a little when she sat on my desk that it showed of the long expanse of her legs.

"I had a restless night." She said sternly. "Because of you, Mr. Bailey." She narrowed her eyes at me. "I think you should make it up to me. Over dinner. Tonight." And with that she got up and walked back to own desk leaving me amused, but elated.

It seemed that she made herself extremely busy that day. I didn't get to say one word to her. In fact I barely saw her.

At 6:00 she appeared by my desk. "Right, I took the bus in today. I've made reservations at Le Bistro and you are going to show me exactly how sorry you are for keeping me awake last night" she announced.

"OK." I said simply, picking up my jacket, "let's go."

Dinner was just as fun as the previous night. Since she wasn;t driving she had a few more drinks and showed me how silly she could be. There was flirting. There were one or two deep looks. And I wondered just where this evening might end.

As I drove her home we lapsed into companionable silence. She seemed to be in e very contemplative mood. Although I managed to park the car right outside her door, I got out and came around to her side of the car. She had opened the door and stepped out before I could get there and show some old fashioned chivalry. So I walked her right to her door instead. I really didn;t expect anything to happen so soon, but she both exceeded my expectations, and disappointed me.

She stood outside her door, key in hand, and looked down at me from the top step. Her eyes caught mine. I loved the direct way she looked at me. No shy little glances, no teenaged flirting, just the direct looks of a confidant mature woman. "I'm not going to ask you in for a coffee tonight. It's a little early for that and we have work tomorrow. However I am expecting a proper goodnight. I stepped up to the top step and wrapped my arms firmly about her waist, and I kissed her. What a kiss it was. It started out cautiously my own lips solid against her soft more feminine lips. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and moulded her body to mine and I was lost. I gave her lips a little soft swipe with my tongue, appealing for entrance. Her mouth opened just a little and I felt the tip of her tongue on my lips. And we fell deeper into the kiss the very tips or our tongues danced with each other our teeth gnawing each other lips. I have no idea how much time passed, all I could focus on was the sensations. The kiss wound down gradually, as good kisses do and I could feel her clinging to me, my obvious reaction to the kiss straining against my trousers, almost as if it could feel her cleft beneath her dress.

We smiled at each other. "Goodnight." I whispered huskily.

She looked at me wide eyed. The first time I had really seen her look ruffled and out of her depth. I liked it. A lot. I turned around and walked back to my car. Before I opened the door and got in I looked back at her. She was still staring at me. "Goodnight.", her whisper only just carried across the side-walk. As I drove away I decided that however much I would have liked to have been invited in, it was in fact the perfect end to the day.

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The next next day was Friday and it went pretty much the same as the day before. Tina approached me first thing in the morning and glared at me.

"I still didn't get enough sleep last night. I think you're going to have to think of something different to make up for it."

So I did. We went to a small, casual, jazz club halfway between work and her house. We had some drinks, listened to music, chatted, had a few more drinks, and shared a few delightful kisses.

Once again I drove her home. Again we kissed on her doorstep. We finally pulled away from each other, and she turned and opened her door.

"I'm not inviting you in for coffee tonight either." She said. Then dragged me through the door and into a short hall. I pulled her hair free from its ponytail holder and ran my fingers through the soft tresses. Tina smiled at this loving caress, so dichotomous in the heat of passion.

She backed up the stairs, lips still firmly affixed to mine passion overruling any sense.

And then we were in her bedroom. I was as ready for this next step as she was. It seemed so natural. Seeing that we were in agreement, Tina calmed. Holding my eyes with hers, she started to unbutton my shirt, slowly working her way down. When she came to the last button, she jerked my shirt open and started rubbing her hands over my sides and chest. We leant in for another magical kiss. She started scrubbing at my back harder and faster as if frantically trying to get under my skin. I eased her back, slowly and began tantalisingly undoing the buttons on her blouse. As I moved down the row, I deliberately brushed her breast, ever so lightly, with the back of my hand. A sharp indrawn breath, followed by long sigh told me that I had achieved my goal. As I was unbuttoning her, she shimmied out of her skirt, and when I carefully eased her blouse off her shoulders she stood before me in her all but naked glory. I stood back slightly and took her in. My eyes travelled from her eyes to the slender column of her neck the muscles slightly tensed in anticipation. Her deep russet hair flooded over her shoulders and down toward her breasts. Breasts that were encased in creamy silk, just ready to be released into my hands. And down my eyes travelled, taking in her toned belly, that was starting to flush with desire at my perusal. The valley between her thighs was covered in the tiniest bit of white silk and lace, her cleft hiding behind it with almost disconcerting modesty. Down further, to her shapely calves and fine ankles and feet. Truly a picture of beauty. I raised my eyes back to hers sinking into her dark gaze. She played the vixen, weight on one foot, beckoning me with one finger.

I could not keep up this slow adoration, I lunged for her, kissing her wildly, driving my tongue between her lips, giving, receiving and wanting no mercy. I reached behind her and released her bra. It fell between us, and unable to bear it any longer, I rubbed my palms on over her erect nipples, pushing her back onto the bed as I did so. She groaned, a deep erotic sound that pulled at something in my spine, hardening my cock to colossal proportions. I continued massaging her breasts drawing more moans and a frantic grasping at the sheets from her.

"Ohhh Paul." She gasped. She reached for her panties, wanting to be completely naked under me, but I grabbed her arms, pinning them to the bed. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, and gently sucked it, causing Tina's body to freeze, then buck up towards me. I flicked it with my tongue, once, twice, three times. Each time she bucked a little more fiercely. I decided that the other nipple needs some attention too. By this time Tina was squirming beneath me, almost half off the bed, legs dangling over the side. I took pity on her, releasing my breast and kissing my way down her belly. Her panties were wet, turned almost clear by her sopping pussy. I gently eased them off, Tina almost hindering me in her efforts to help me get them off faster.

It was a beautiful wet pussy. She is naturally sparse, with just a tuft of auburn hair atop her glistening lips. Her inner labia were pink and engorged, just ready to be licked.I knelt on the floor to worship her, lowering my head to her slit and giving it a long lick from the bottom to the top. Tina groans again in pleasure.

I loved the tang of her juices and the contrast between her sweet smooth inner lips and her slightly furred outer lips. I swiped at her pussy once more. Tina relaxed under me getting ready to ride that roller-coaster to orgasm. I lap at her again, harder and faster. Then I start lingering at the top of my stroke, searching for that hard nubbin. Tina is starting to grunt rhythmically and her hands press my head harder into her folds. I seized her clit between my lips and flick it with my tongue, slowly at first and then as fast as I can. Tina's grunts become a long drawn out yowl and her thighs clench my head between them as she orgasms. Her juices dripped down my chin.

We're both a little winded, and my boxers felt as rough as burlap on my stiff cock. Tina grabs me by the shoulders and hauls me up to the bed. We both scoot back so we're lying fully on the bed. Tina turns to me and gives me a lingering, loving kiss on the lips, seemingly oblivious of her juices all over my face.

"Wow." She said, pausing. "That was pretty amazing." She smiled. "But I think you're wearing way too much clothing." She pulls open my belt, then her delicate fingers fumble with the button of my trousers. She opens them slowly, taking her time, teasing me. As she slides my trousers off, my cock bounces against the confines of my boxers. She smiled at its eagerness, but ignored it for the moment, pulling my trousers the rest of the way off. Then she pulls my boxers off in a quick motion, leaving my cock to finally spring free.

She studied it for a moment before grasping it one one small soft hand. It pulses beneath her fingers. She squeezes it, once twice, causing me to groan in pleasure. Then she lowered her hot liquid mouth over the top of it and I involuntarily bucked upward toward the warmth.

I could feel her warm furry tongue swipe around the top of its head, sending pleasure shooting down my spine.

She crawled up my body, purposely rubbing her body over my cock. We kissed deeply, her body squirming against mine. I felt the slightly coarse hairs of her pussy rubbing on my cock. It twitched towards the warm wetness that it could feel just out of reach. She rubbed the wetness more forcefully over my cock, but just as its about to slip into the waiting warmth Tina sits up and looks at me through the strands of her hair that have fallen in front of her face.

"So, darling, are you sure you're ready for this?" she says teasingly. I don't even bother to reply, I just stare into her deep dark eyes. She gently grabbed my cock and puts it to her entrance and eased herself down on it. She was tight,wet and slippery. I could feel every vein in my cock as she slipped down onto it.

"Mmmm. Oh God that feels good." said Tina. I just groaned in response. She started moving on me, a gentle back and forth movement that eases us into this age old ritual. I raised my hands, taking her breasts into my hands. She pushed forward, rubbing herself on my rough palms. She was beginning that slow climb once more. Leaning forward, trying to get the angle to stimulate her clit. I was revelling in it, feeling the delicious tightness of her pussy. Her warm wetness clenching against my cock, her juices dribbling down my balls, the different sensations were overwhelming.

She was fucking me hard. Her long read hair covered my arms, her eyes were squeezed shut, she was glorying in the sensations. Every so often she would give a little twist with her hips that would send pleasure straight down my cock and up my spine. I could no longer bear it. I flipped her over. Her eyes sprang open and she stared into my eyes. I took over, thrusting hard long strokes into her. She dug her nails into my biceps.

"Unh. Unh Unh." She started giving little yips of pleasure as I thrust into her. Then with a sudden buck of her hips she climaxed. Her pussy spasmed around my cock. The pleasure in her face and the feel of her around me set me off into my own release. I could feel the cum shooting down my cock and into her depths as I collapsed onto her.

I think I had guaranteed that she would sleep well tonight.

We just held each other for the longest time, looking into each others eyes with love and contentment. There was no need for words as we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.