New Otalia Fic - Musings on a Desk
Title: Musings on a desk.
Author: kissmychakram
Fandom: Otalia
Show: Guiding Light
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimers: nothing, other than my words, are owned by me. Everything else belongs to GL, Telenext and P&G ( I love their shampoos).
Rating: Adult, I know nothing about ratings - you have to be this tall to enjoy this ride
A/N: It’s not just us who fantasise about desksex.
Eight days, fourteen hours and thirty two minutes. Not that Natalia Rivera was counting, you understand, but that was precisely how long she and Olivia Spencer had been lovers, in the most accurate sense of the word.
They had loved each other for much longer than that, but they had *loved* each other for the last eight days, fourteen hours and, oh, add one! Thirty three minutes.
Natalia entered Olivia’s office, placing some files on Olivia’s desk. She leaned forward to make sure Olivia got a good, long look at her décolletage.
“The Wilkins account has been settled.” Natalia started, and then brushed an errant lock of hair from her eyes. “We’re about even this quarter, not bad for a recession.” Natalia perched on the corner of the desk.
Far, far too far away for Olivia’s liking.
“I’ve looked at the projections and ...” Whatever Natalia was saying, Olivia knew it must be important and business related and she should really be paying attention. Instead she found herself admiring Natalia’s legs, visible from the knee down, smoothly muscled calves and slim ankles tapering to elegant feet. Olivia loved Natalia’s feet. She particularly loved them when they were drumming against her lower back.
Olivia wondered whether she could persuade Natalia to move from her position on the corner of the desk to in front of Olivia, between Olivia’s legs. Olivia’s mind wandered yet further. She imagined Natalia in just that position, her skirt hiked up, long tanned legs on display. Olivia imagined pushing that skirt up further, her fingers playing with the edges of Natalia’s panties.
Would Natalia be wearing a matching set to the bra that Olivia had glimpsed earlier? Olivia decided that she would. So, Natalia, black lace panties, between Olivia’s legs, skirt hiked up to *there*. This was getting good.
What next? Oh, yes, Olivia would run her hands up quivering thighs and gently tug Natalia’s panties down and off. Olivia would then thrust those panties into her jeans pocket and Natalia would have to do without them for the rest of the day. Olivia imagined that she would then lower her lips to .. wait a minute, her office chair would be at entirely the wrong height for that ... she would no doubt get a spasm in her neck. Olivia mentally adjusted her chair to the optimum height.
This was good. Ok, Natalia without panties, Olivia in her properly adjusted chair, she would lean forward and kiss trembling thighs, before diving further forward to capture Natalia’s essence on her lips and tongue. She would thrust deeply and drink fully.
Another thought crossed Olivia’s mind. Would the office door be locked or not? Part of Olivia’s mind screamed that she would love to be caught, tongue deep in the most beautiful woman on the planet. And yet, she knew Natalia wouldn’t like that and even in her fantasies, Olivia was mindful that she would never knowingly embarrass Natalia. So, door locked then. At this point, Olivia decided, Natalia would be so open to her that she would be screaming obscenities and would be able to accommodate at least three of Olivia’s fingers. She would be ...
“... and that’s when Frank asked me to marry him again, and I said yes! Emma asked if she could have a gun and I picked her out a really cute .38” Natalia finished.
“Whaah?”
“Welcome back. I don’t know where the heck you were, but you weren’t listening to me.” Natalia smiled.
“I’m sorry, I was ... um .. Thinking of other things”
“Business things?” Natalia knew for certain, based on the flush of Olivia’s skin, that her thoughts were far from businesslike.
“Um, no. I was ...” How to put it delicately ? Oh, bother. “Cogitating upon the infinite” Olivia replied airily.
“You mean you were having naughty thoughts and objectifying me.”
“Well, that too.”
“Do tell.”
And so Olivia did. She told all. And then Natalia locked the door.
Eight days, fifteen hours and twelve minutes after they first became lovers, Natalia, sated, whispered for the ninth time that day “I love you”
.
Author: kissmychakram
Fandom: Otalia
Show: Guiding Light
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimers: nothing, other than my words, are owned by me. Everything else belongs to GL, Telenext and P&G ( I love their shampoos).
Rating: Adult, I know nothing about ratings - you have to be this tall to enjoy this ride
A/N: It’s not just us who fantasise about desksex.
Eight days, fourteen hours and thirty two minutes. Not that Natalia Rivera was counting, you understand, but that was precisely how long she and Olivia Spencer had been lovers, in the most accurate sense of the word.
They had loved each other for much longer than that, but they had *loved* each other for the last eight days, fourteen hours and, oh, add one! Thirty three minutes.
Natalia entered Olivia’s office, placing some files on Olivia’s desk. She leaned forward to make sure Olivia got a good, long look at her décolletage.
“The Wilkins account has been settled.” Natalia started, and then brushed an errant lock of hair from her eyes. “We’re about even this quarter, not bad for a recession.” Natalia perched on the corner of the desk.
Far, far too far away for Olivia’s liking.
“I’ve looked at the projections and ...” Whatever Natalia was saying, Olivia knew it must be important and business related and she should really be paying attention. Instead she found herself admiring Natalia’s legs, visible from the knee down, smoothly muscled calves and slim ankles tapering to elegant feet. Olivia loved Natalia’s feet. She particularly loved them when they were drumming against her lower back.
Olivia wondered whether she could persuade Natalia to move from her position on the corner of the desk to in front of Olivia, between Olivia’s legs. Olivia’s mind wandered yet further. She imagined Natalia in just that position, her skirt hiked up, long tanned legs on display. Olivia imagined pushing that skirt up further, her fingers playing with the edges of Natalia’s panties.
Would Natalia be wearing a matching set to the bra that Olivia had glimpsed earlier? Olivia decided that she would. So, Natalia, black lace panties, between Olivia’s legs, skirt hiked up to *there*. This was getting good.
What next? Oh, yes, Olivia would run her hands up quivering thighs and gently tug Natalia’s panties down and off. Olivia would then thrust those panties into her jeans pocket and Natalia would have to do without them for the rest of the day. Olivia imagined that she would then lower her lips to .. wait a minute, her office chair would be at entirely the wrong height for that ... she would no doubt get a spasm in her neck. Olivia mentally adjusted her chair to the optimum height.
This was good. Ok, Natalia without panties, Olivia in her properly adjusted chair, she would lean forward and kiss trembling thighs, before diving further forward to capture Natalia’s essence on her lips and tongue. She would thrust deeply and drink fully.
Another thought crossed Olivia’s mind. Would the office door be locked or not? Part of Olivia’s mind screamed that she would love to be caught, tongue deep in the most beautiful woman on the planet. And yet, she knew Natalia wouldn’t like that and even in her fantasies, Olivia was mindful that she would never knowingly embarrass Natalia. So, door locked then. At this point, Olivia decided, Natalia would be so open to her that she would be screaming obscenities and would be able to accommodate at least three of Olivia’s fingers. She would be ...
“... and that’s when Frank asked me to marry him again, and I said yes! Emma asked if she could have a gun and I picked her out a really cute .38” Natalia finished.
“Whaah?”
“Welcome back. I don’t know where the heck you were, but you weren’t listening to me.” Natalia smiled.
“I’m sorry, I was ... um .. Thinking of other things”
“Business things?” Natalia knew for certain, based on the flush of Olivia’s skin, that her thoughts were far from businesslike.
“Um, no. I was ...” How to put it delicately ? Oh, bother. “Cogitating upon the infinite” Olivia replied airily.
“You mean you were having naughty thoughts and objectifying me.”
“Well, that too.”
“Do tell.”
And so Olivia did. She told all. And then Natalia locked the door.
Eight days, fifteen hours and twelve minutes after they first became lovers, Natalia, sated, whispered for the ninth time that day “I love you”
.