Shape

Wednesdays are the fucking best

Wednesdays are the fucking worst. 

Alex sat at his desk, tugging at his collar. There was just no way it was fair to be cooped up in a sweltering office, summer breathing hot down the back of his neck, whispering into his ear in a way that he could all but feel. He could practically taste the salt. His goosebumps stood out in defiance of the practically dripping heat, unconcerned with the thin sheen of adventure sweat that coated his body. Work was appropriately strewn across his desk, but it was that cloudless blue sky Alex found himself fixated on. Perhaps more appropriate would be to note that this is where his eyes were directed as his thoughts wandered elsewhere. 

Other Alex. 

It couldn’t have been more than three weeks ago that Alex found himself working way later than he would have preferred. The sun having long since set, Alex was stuck in the large conference room at the far end of the building. He had the lights low, working quietly, stars shimmering at him from the other side of the glass. Alex was tall, about 6’4” and with a rangy, sinewed Durdenesque build. It had been hot on that night, too, and the rising temperatures — coupled with a lack of opening windows in the conference room — had led to a loosened tie, unbuttoned collar, and rolled-up shirtsleeves. A similarly thin sheen of sweat stood out on his forehead like this was an episode of Lost and not just a late night in the office. 

His pen tracked down the paper, guiding his eyes over line after line of printed-out spreadsheet. After a while, his vision started to swim. A darkening doorway distracted him, then, thankfully commanding his attention and rescuing him, for the moment, from the drudgery of number-crunching. 

“Looks like someone I know could use a pick-me-up.” 

*** 

Alex stood in the doorway, watching Other Alex work. His loosened tie…unbuttoned collar…forearms tensing and releasing as he made notes on papers with his pen hand, taut cords under the bronze of his arms sending little sparks of desire through her chest and down into her stomach. She watched him work for a few moments, enjoying the view, her momentary pleasure compounded by the fact that he didn’t know she had been watching him. She could feel her hips tighten ever so slightly, a warmth rising inside her. 

As she took a step past the door’s threshold, “Looks like someone I know could use a pick-me-up.” 

Other Alex looked up, slightly started, but his face softened into a welcome smile when he saw that it was her. She still wasn’t sure if they were the only two people in the office, but when their eyes locked, she felt like they might as well have been the only two people in the world. She wanted to swim in them. To let their green wrap around her and just carry her off into a clouded wave of elsewhere. His response was sly, his voice lower than it needed to be, almost conspiratorial: “Do I know them too?” He glanced around, playing along, as if to look and make sure nobody else could hear them. 

She came forward, approaching the table. She could feel her blouse — intentionally buttoned about two notches below its usual setting — push itself open slightly as she moved through the room, the air hitting the top of her breast, tightening the skin around her nipples just enough. His eyes didn’t leave hers. Bending down just a bit more than she needed to, she set a cup of coffee on the table next to his work space. The steam floated lazy out of the tiny hole at the top, curling itself around Other Alex’s five o’clock shadowed face as he closed his eyes and took a blissfully deep breath. 

“No, you drink it,” she said.
He laughed. “Oh! Thanks.” She watched as he took a cautious sip from the cup. “So, Leda has you working late tonight, huh?” 

“Yeah. Gotta finish all this by next week, and there’s no way I’m going to get through it with your standard eight-per-day. This week will be an intense one, for sure.” 

“I like intense,” Alex said, as she moved to position herself behind Other Alex’s chair. “Let’s take a look.” She leaned in close, over his shoulder, enough that her breasts were pressed softly against the firm of his back. She could feel him shudder just a bit as she made gentle contact with him. Her nipples tightened even more in response, hardening under her bra. She wondered if he could feel. She wondered if it was rousing something similar inside him, and imagined running her long fingernails gently up the flesh of his inner thigh, hairs raising as she does so. 

Instead, she trailed a finger down along his bicep. Other Alex wasn’t necessarily shredded , per se, but she could still feel strength under the thin fabric of that cotton shirt. Briefly, she looked away, to a spot on the floor, imagining his shirt fluttering down to the carpet instead. She heard his breath catch a bit as she trailed a single finger down his arm, crossing the boundary of his rolled-up sleeve and inspiring a visibly pleasurable tremble as it made contact with the skin on his forearm. She trailed further, making her way sensually down his wrist, past his hand, and along his longest finger, stopping ever so slightly to tease its tip. Eventually, she landed on the page in front of him. “Looking good so far.” 

Then, his other hand was on her wrist. Gently. But it was there. He turned to her, looking up. She wasn’t sure, but it felt as though he were leaning back slightly, while also pulling her forward a bit by the wrist, barely noticeable opposing forces pushing her breasts harder into his shoulder as she breathed in the aromatic mixture of him. His voice was little more than a whisper, “You think so?” 

Alex felt it all. His hand was electric on her wrist, her body alive with excitement. Their lips were inches away, and she wanted to positively dine on him. 

And then she stood up. She reveled, slightly, in his almost distressed expression. She saw his eyes dart down to her erect nipples, lingering there probably a touch more than he intended them to. She studied him. “I think it looks great. Really fine work. Maybe let’s go over it again tomorrow.” 

Other Alex swallowed hard, clearly not sure what to do with himself in the moment. He stammered out an “Ahhh, uhh…ok?” 

“Great!” And she walked out the door. 

Driving home, Alex held on as long as she could. His body was positively dancing through hers, though. Every sound, every sensation, every moment of sensory input only served to deepen her reservoir of desire. 

Eventually, hands trembling, she pulled to the side of the road. She could still smell him. Practically taste him, even, as she unbuckled her seat belt. She thought she heard a button pop as she undid her pants entirely too hastily, and she didn’t care. Her hand slid smoothly downwards, circular motions coaxing forth waves of pleasure that wracked her body. She sighed deeply, tinged with a moan, sliding a finger inside herself. She imagined it was him penetrating her, filling her and pushing deeper, his powerful thrusts pushing pleasure into places she didn’t know it could go. 

Slamming her free hand against the window to her left, Alex came harder than she had come in weeks. 

Wednesdays were jogging days. Heat be damned. Every Wednesday, regardless of circumstance, Alex made sure to get in a solid thirty minutes on her lunchbreak, typically making use of the seldom-utilized office shower to rinse herself off. This particular Wednesday, though, wasn’t a very forgiving one, and Alex found herself standing in front of the break room’s open freezer for a few moments longer than she had intended. 

She was startled upon hearing someone behind her, snapping the freezer door shut as she turned. It was Other Alex, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up in exactly the way she liked. She could feel a surge of anticipation within herself, noticing that, thanks to the freezer, her nipples were blatantly hard, practically commanding attention from under the thin, stretched fabric of her sports bra. She let Other Alex look, and met his eyes with a knowing smile when he focused back on hers. “Hey, you.” 

“Hey, yourself,” he said to her, smiling back. He moved over to the sink next to her, washing his hands under the faucet, and splashing some cold water over his face. She reached past him, pressing her soft thighs against either side of his leg, hoping he could feel her warmth as she did so. It was for him. Swiftly ripping a paper towel off the roll, she handed it to him and watched as he dried his face, veins risen on his strong and slender hands. 

“Looks like I’ve got you beat,” she said to him.
“What do you mean?” he asked through paper towel.
She waited, not answering until he finished drying. She glanced around. As the 

towel came away from his face, she drew one finger along the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and down along the curvature of her not-at-all-insignificant right breast. His eyes followed her finger like a cat fixated on a laser. She continued her finger down her breast, reaching the borderline of her sports bra and pushing it down a little further, tantalizingly close to her nipple. Other Alex’s mouth was slightly open. 

As though she had a finger full of cake frosting, she made a show of completing the gesture before inching her extended index finger towards Other Alex’s mouth, changing direction at the last second to place just a fingersworth of her wetness just under his jawline. 

She winked at him, and began to walk away, down the hallway from the breakroom and towards the back of the office, where the bathrooms and showers were located. She had only just passed the corner of the hallway when she heard footsteps behind her, with barely enough time to turn. As she swung around, her waist was met with Other Alex’s strong and open hands, his fingers gripping tight the soft and sweat-wetted flesh of her midsection as he shoved her against the wall. She was pretty sure someone would have heard the thud, but it didn’t matter. Their tongues were exploring each others mouths, and urgently. She felt a hand sliding up her side, sharply drawing in a breath of surprised pleasure as he massaged her breast, letting the motion conclude by relieving pressure until only two fingers were left, firmly pinched around her 

nipple. She bit softly into his lower lip, pulling it away from his face a bit before letting it go and pushing him away from her slightly. 

She looked into his eyes, and he breathed hard at her. She smiled, leaning in. Into his ear, now: “More later.” 

And she walked away from him once again, suddenly grateful for the office shower’s detachable nozzle. 

*** 

Alex didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He stood there, hormonal and half turgid, watching Other Alex’s hips and butt as she strode powerfully down the hallway away from him. 

He glanced around, collecting himself. “Fuck.” 

Back in his office, Alex had still not solved the mystery of what to do with himself following his breakroom encounter with Other Alex. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his head since that late night at the office, to the point where he found himself actually staying later to work even when it wasn’t completely necessary. He wanted to feel her pressed against his back again. He couldn’t forget about the way she had smelled, or the way she looked at him from the doorway where she had been watching him for who knows how long. That night replayed in his head with an almost maddening frequency, to the point where all he had to do was think about it and he could feel himself start to swell with wanting. 

So he picked up the phone. 

Hours later, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway to his office. “Hey, you.” 

“Hey yourself,” Alex said without looking up until he finished what he was typing. “How’s the humpday?” He saw her there and his heart skipped a beat. Her blouse seemed to strain against her breasts, the curves of her body all but inviting him to fall 

into them. Deep. He imagined unbuttoning that blouse, bit by bit. He looked to a spot on his office floor and imagined it laying there. He tried to stop thinking about how incredible it would taste to run his tongue along the underside of her breasts, watching her nipples harden as he did so. 

Other Alex just looked at him for a beat, before responding. “Sweaty.” Her smile was slight. 

“It tries the patience, doesn’t it?”
“It really does.”
Alex motioned to the chair in front of his desk, and Other Alex took a seat. The 

low-hung sun poured in, a neon orange through the blinds of his office, slatting itself against Other Alex’s face and highlighting her skin. “Look, I really hate to do this. And you can fully say no if you want to. But would you mind maybe staying a little l ate tonight to help me out? Leda has me on litterbox duty with the stupid Vargas account. 

“Think you can lend me some of that brainspace for the night? I could really use your eyes on the work.” 

Other Alex was visibly working to control her smile, and Alex could see. His heart was beating faster, an unfamiliar nervousness pushing adrenaline into his veins. His foot tapped involuntarily under the desk, until he noticed and stopped it with a hand on his knee. “Of course I’ll help you.” With mock offense, “What kind of colleague would be?” 

Alex chuckled, “Excellent! Thanks for being a sport, I know this sucks.” “One can only hope.” 

The office was dark, Alex’s desk light a green oasis in an otherwise complete shroud of pitch. Other Alex sat next to him, a folding chair pulled entirely closer than it needed to be as she went over spreadsheet after spreadsheet alongside him. He could smell her. It wasn’t perfume; something else. Sweeter. He couldn’t place it, but it drifted into him and he wanted her. He wanted to feel her lines intersecting with his. He wanted 

to drown within her soft body, to be enveloped by it and wake up still there the next day. To be subsumed within her love. 

He adored watching her work. Other Alex was one of the most talented analysts he’d ever worked with, and seeing her mind operate got him every bit as hard as he felt when he imagined sucking on her generously firm tits. His breathing grew more urgent, without his noticing, his heartbeat quickening under his shirt, pounding out a rhythm of allure that he desperately hoped she could somehow hear. 

As if she did, she stopped working, looking up to him and meeting his asking, green eyes. He thought he saw a question there, in her face, and he wondered if it was the same one his own body was asking, screaming at him from somewhere deep inside. The moment seemed to grow, stretching itself out for eternity as each swam deeper into the other’s gaze until he couldn’t stop. He leaned in, kissing her hard and kissing her deep. She pushed back, leaning her weight into his, meeting him in the exact middle of the small space between them. Their lips danced, tongues tangled and wet together. 

He felt her hand slide up his thigh until it found his already-growing erection, stroking him and coaxing even further growth. He shuttered, a low moan passing through his throat and into hers as they continued to kiss. He let her touch him, let her hands explore and seek new areas of contact on his body, each new motion, each new movement further intensifying the tightened desire he felt inside. He wanted her wrapped around him, and his hand found itself cradled around the soft of her jaw, fingers on either side of her ear and making their way into the fine hair at the back of her neck. He grabbed a handful of it, applying just enough pressure to elicit a noticeable gasp from Other Alex. He wondered if she was as wet as he was hard. 

*** 

Other Alex was fully erect now, and Alex’s hand had completed its grip around his shaft. She massaged it, gently, working her grip more and more firmly through his thin khaki pants. She could feel its head, standing outlined against his thigh, and she 

imagined milking his pleasure, his body pouring fourth in fits and starts as she drove him to orgasm. She imagined rubbing that head back and forth against her clit, coaxing even more wetness out of her before sliding him gently deep. 

Instead: “Wait,” she said.
She could feel his reaction. An almost unspoken “N ot again.” But she wasn’t finished. “I have an idea.” 

Alex led Other Alex by the hand, guiding him through the (hopefully) empty office and towards the back break room, eventually making their way into the single-person bathroom. She locked the door behind them, and Other Alex had her shoved up against it before she could even finish doing so. His hands were everywhere she wanted them, exploring her body, pressing, squeezing, tempting. Shirts came off first. She unhooked her bra as he peeled off his button-down, and his tongue ran rivers of sensation up and down her chest, between her breasts, over her nipples. He sucked on her as he slid a hand down and in between her legs, gently parting her and exploring her wetness with two fingers. She gasped, feeling a bloom of pleasured warmth as she took him in her hand, feeling him strong and hard. She undid his belt, sliding his down his pants while he did the same. 

They stepped together into the shower, never once stopping what they were doing. Hot water coursed over both of their pulsating bodies, mixing with passion sweat as they melted deeper into one another. She kissed him, hard under their makeshift waterfall, running a hand down his cheek and gazing into his green eyes while she stroked him, watching his chest muscles tighten and groaning softly herself as he massaged her clitoris, bringing her dangerously close to orgasm. 

Before he could, though, he was turning her around. Two hands against the shower wall, she looked over her shoulder as he slid himself deep inside her. Her eyes went wide as she felt herself entered, full of him. He felt bigger than she had anticipated, his cock pressed deeper into her body than she had been expecting. She breathed in a sharp gasp of pleasure as he slid himself back out before thrusting 

powerfully back inside her, this time even deeper than he had been before. Their bodies roiled together as they fucked each other, each one taking turns assuming control as Alex placed her hand on his chest to hold him still while she worked herself backwards and forwards against his shaft, controlling the angle and depth of her penetration, feeling shudders of intense pleasure course through her as he filled her even deeper. 

She hoped nobody was there to hear. But deep down? She didn’t care. This was a pretty good Wednesday.