Seducing Sophie (2 page)

Sophie turned around slowly.
She looked up cautiously into the man’s eyes. They were dark, revealing nothing.
Sophie knew she should have been worried. This situation was what every mother warned their daughters about.
But there was something about him
. Something about the man’s proximity, standing
only inches from Sophie.
He seemed to strong, so powerful with only his presence.
So
mething inside of Sophie tingled, she could feel her panties getting moist
just standing this close to the stranger whose name she didn’t even know, to whom she’d never said a word.
This is so unlike me, what am I doing?
Suddenly, the man spoke. His voice was deep and low, matching his looks perfectly.

“Go stand by the sink. Hands on the edge, spread your legs.”
He spoke softly, but
his voice had an edge to it, a commanding edge, speaking the way one who is used to having their orders followed speaks.

Sophie was stunned.
What the hell did he just ask me to do?
She stood where she was in shock, glued to the floor.
Suddenly,
the man reached back and smacked Sophie’s backside, hard.
She let out a small
mewl
of pain as fire ran through her
ass
cheeks.
“I said go to the sink.”

I can’t believe this is actually happening. Oh my God. Is he going to fuck me right here in the bathroom?
What if someone comes in?

This time, Sophie did as he asked.
She cautiously moved over to the sink and placed her hands on the edge, leaning over.
She spread her legs
a little bit
,
and the man came up behind her and kicked them wider,
until they were
about two feet apart.
Sophie’s pussy heated with the anticipation of what was going to happen. This was so unknown to her.
She didn’t know this man, and here he was, ordering her around. And even more surprisingly, Sophie was obeying! She had no idea why she was doing this,
every rational fiber in her body was telling her this was a terrible idea, but she couldn’t help herself.
Sophie didn’t recognize this girl who was obeying these commands, it was so unlike her.

As Sophie leaned over the sink, she waited fo
r the man to pull up her skirt, to rip off her panties and take he
r right there against the sink. Suddenly, she felt him come up behind her.
She was so wet with anticipation, but he put his hands on her waist and moved them up, undoing the buttons of her blazer.
Sophie got hotter and hotter as he unbuttoned her shi
rt until he reached her breasts
then slid his hard hands underneath her bra.
Sophie shuddered with pleasure as he toyed with her nipple, his fingers deftly teasing and tweaking them under her shirt from behind.

Part of Sophie was embarrassed, having this complete stranger fondling her in a public bathroom,
but she was too excited, too tempted to see where this was going.
He was strong,
powerful and confident and it had an aphoristic effect on Sophie, who let out a low moan as he pinched her nipples lightly.

Suddenly, he pinched them harder. Sophie let out a small yelp at the sensation, pain coursing through her body from her nipples.
“It
can be dangerous for a young woman like you in the big city”
he almost whispered into her ear. “You shouldn’t flirt with men
you don’t know
, you might get more than you bargained for
” he continued, pinching her other nipple.
S
ophie
let out another small cry.
She didn’t know what to reply, so she
said nothing.

He moved his hands back out from her shirt
and down towards her skirt.
Sophie closed her eyes.
When he reached the hem of her skirt, he pulled it up over her
hips
.
Heat radiated from Sophie’s pussy as the man slid his hands up her thighs, slowly taking his time, torturing Sophie as he moved towards her
eager
pink sex.

His hands moved up onto her ass and squeezed, his big hands massaging Sophie’s cheeks. When he moved his hands towards her pussy, he stopped quickly. “Well well, it turns out you’re pretty turned on by this, aren’t you?”
he taunted,
running his fingers up and down Sophie’s hot inner thighs. Her face burned with embarrassment.
“Aren’t you” he asked again.

Sophie nodded. “Ye… yes” she stuttered, not trusting her voice.

Without warning, the man plunged two fingers deep into Sophie’s soaking wet slit.
She moaned
as
he thrust
his
fingers in and out of her,
her body clenching around his
digits as they
slid
in and out of her channel.

“Do you like that?” he asked roughly.

Sophie only moaned in reply, the feeling of the man’s fingers inside of her overwhelming.
Without warning, the man smacked her fair on the ass once more, the sound resonating through the small bathroom, the pain coursing once more through Sophie’s veins as she yelped.

“I asked you a question, answer me. Do you like that, you little slut?”

This time Sophie found her voice.
“
Ohh
… oh yes… oh yes I like that” came her breathless reply.

The man pumped into her faster and harder.
Sophie knew she was going to cum soon.
She could feel it in her legs, which felt like jelly.
This complete stranger was going to make her cum.
He was going to make her cum, right here in the middle of a cafe bathroom in the middle of Manhattan during the lunch hour. Rather than praying the man would stop, Sophie instead prayed that no one would walk in.

He leaned over her, and with his other hand
rubbed her clit.
The increased sensation from her small pink nub
took Sophie right over the edge, into the best orgasm of her life.

“
Ohhhhhhhhhh
God
” Sophie
cried out,
not caring for a second that anyone could come in at any time
as the orgasm coursed through her, sending fire through her veins
. Waves of pleasure washed through her body, her pussy clenching
tightly
on the man’s finge
rs
with each pulse
as he continued to
ram
his fingers into her sex.

When Sophie’s orgasm finally subsided,
the man pulled his fingers from her
. “Stand up and turn around” he ordered, Sophie complying instantly.
He put his fingers in front of her mouth.
Oh my
God, am I supposed to lick them now
?

“Go on slut, taste your cum” he ordered, moving his fingers closer to Sophie’s small mouth.
She opened her mouth nervously and took the fingers in, tasting her own pussy juices, her own cum.
It was tangy,
unlike anything Sophie had ever tasted. She blushed as she performed this act, not daring to look the man in the eyes.
When she had licked his fingers clean, he removed them,
turned around and left without another word.

Sophie stood glued to the spot for a couple moments before realizing where she was.
Oh geez, what on earth did I just do?
She looked at her watch.
Shit.
Sophie’s break ended in five minutes, she’d have to
rush to make it back to the office in time.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her c
heeks were flushed, her hair
dishevelled
,
her suit wrinkled and her panties soaking wet.
She grabbed a paper towel and tried cleaning herself up a little bit, then raced out of the cafe to get back to the office in time.

When she got back, her boss Tony asked her if everything was fine. Sophie shot back what she hoped was a confidence inducing smile. “Yeah, thanks Tony. I just had a bit of a tumble on the sidewalk at lunch.”
Tony nodded and told her to take care of herself, then left her to continue her work. Sophie breathed a sigh of relief. There was no chance she could tell anybody about what had transpired in the cafe bathroom.
In fact, Sophie barely knew what had happened herself.
What the hell did I do that for? That was so unlike anything I’ve ever done. Is there something wrong with me?
Of course there’s something wrong with me. Who does that?
Then Sophie realized that just thinking about what had happened made the tingling sensations in between her legs return.
She shut the thoughts of the handsome stranger from her mind and tried to get back to work.
Ellie noticed Sophie’s appearance and asked if she’d fallen off the train in
Nebraska and gotten lost in a cornfield.

“No, someone mistook me for you on the street and punched me in the face because they thought I was such a bitch” Sophie replied. There was no way that gold digging idiot was going to
ruin her day.
Ell
ie slinked off without a retort and Sophie smiled. She hated bullies.

The next day Sophie went back to the cafe, but there was no stranger. She went to the bathroom again, just in case, and again, no stranger. She repeated the routine the next day, and
for
the three days afterwards, but it seemed her mystery man had disappeared.
Sophie hadn’t been sure what she’d say when she next saw him, but now she never got that chance. She tried to convince herself that the tinge of sadness she felt
in her heart
wasn’t from the fact that he would never fuck her, but rather from the fact that she never got
any closure after the adventure in the cafe bathroom
.

Instead of dwelling on it, Sophie threw herself into her work.
Over the next few months she quickly rose through the ranks of the interns,
having shown a great understanding of how trading and economics worked. She worked very hard, staying late often,
and quickly became the intern with the greatest responsibilities
, much to Ellie’s dissatisfaction
.
Her boss
Tony
praised her performance and Sophie found she really enjoyed the work. She enjoyed working with numbers
at the investment bank
, even though when she was in high school and coll
ege she had hated math classes.

* * *

Sophie’s life continued
normally
, until one fateful day, three months after she’d been fingered to orgasm in the cafe.
One of the largest companies in the country was about to go public,
to
much fanfare and publicity. There were two days to go before the IPO,
and all of the traders were in a scramble. The stock was predicted to soar well past the IPO price, and all of the traders at Carey and
Ulhmann
were working much harder than usual in an attempt to secure as much of the stock for their clients as they could. As a result, Sophie had much more paperwork to do than usual.

When six o’clock rolled around, the first people started leaving the office.
Ellie shot Sophie her trademark glare as she walked by on her way out, hanging off the arm of one of the traders who wasn’t
paying her any attention, but rather focusing it all on the client with whom he was speaking on the phone.
By seven, only a handful of others remained in the office. By nine, Sophie was finally alone. She had another four hours to work in peace, by herself, before the
cleaners came. Sophie
liked
the peaceful atmosphere that came with working alone at night, with most of the lights in the office off. She kicked off her heels and wa
lked around in her stockings
,
enjoying the feeling of the plush carpeting against her aching feet.

She worked like crazy, and when 9:30 rolled around she knew she was almost finished. Another hour, at the most, and she’d be all caught up.
After thirty minutes she went down to the lobby and grabbed a coffee from the vending machine. It was terrible, bitter and lukewarm at best, but it was caffeine and that was the most important thing to Sophie at that moment.
She went back up to her office to sip her coffee, leaning against one of the desks, stretching her legs while she gave herself a well-deserved ten minute break.

All of a sudden, she heard rustling coming from behind her. She
gasped and dropped the coffee on the floor, its contents spilling all
over the carpet. “Oh SHIT” Sophie hissed, trying to decide if it was more important to clean the floor or see where the noise come from. She never had to make that decision.
Out of the sha
dows of the office stepped a man with rugged looks and a dark suit. Sophie gasped.
It was the stranger from the cafe three months earlier.
How the
did he find me? What’s going on?
Sophie was stunned. “What the hell are you doing here?” she finally asked.