When I finished this part of the story, Chapter 2, I was left
with the question of how I explain who Michael is.  So who would
be better to explain Michael than Michael himself?  He hesitated
but after reading Fallen and my first 2 chapters of Michael, he
agreed.  He is going to write chapter 3.
Sara


                            Michael
                           Chapter 2.

It has been two weeks now.  I started taking birth control as
soon as I bought the pills the Monday I had gotten home.  The
condoms I bought sat in the bed table unused, waiting just in
case.   I had to try to be safe until the birth control kicked
in, that is if I ever saw him again.

I hadn't seen Michael since that weekend.  I kept looking for
him, trying to find him on the street watching for me.  I kept
looking to see if I could catch a glimpse of his car anywhere.  I
walk to the restaurant down the street from the office every day
for lunch hoping to see him, the lust inside me never entirely
dying.  Just thinking of him keeps me wet.  I am almost ready to
give up and forget him but it is hard, the two nights together
unforgettable.  I am angry at myself for losing his number.

I am now at work, working intensely on some research for another
case.  All the facts I am gathering appear to be mashed together
and I can't think straight.  I step away from my desk to get a
drink of water, and I see him standing there at the reception
area with nobody around.  The receptionist is out to lunch and
there is no one at the desk.  Its lunchtime and most of the
office is out.  It is a small firm with only three partners and
staff.  During lunch, the office is closed from 11:00 to 1:00. 
With appointments only, we get no walk-ins so with the door being
locked during that time there is usually no one around. 
Sometimes lunch can be longer for the partners so being closed
for two hours during noon is not much of a problem.  It is 11:05
and I wondered how he got in.

His gaze towards me heightens my senses and in my excitement I
forget about my work.  He motions for me to follow and we begin
to walk down the empty hallway together.  There is no talking.  I
am too excited to say anything anyway.  I just follow.  It seems
he knows where we are going.  It is hard for me to breathe; I can
feel the heat of lust for him growing inside me.  The heat and
swelling of lust centers at my sex as moisture begins seeping
into my panties.  I can feel my nipples harden as they brush
against my blouse as I am not wearing any bra.  I am fully
excited; I can feel myself blushing all over as the heat rises
inside me.  I glance around hoping no one is around to see us and
me in this condition.  I know I could not find the words for
speech.

He motions for me to pass him and I walk past as we continue down
the hall. I glance curiously at him as I do and start to say
something.   He shushes me and holds a finger to his lips
silencing me.  Suddenly with his hands upon my waist he pulls me
into a walk-in closet where the office supplies are stored.  
There is no lock on the door.  As he closes the door with the
lights off we bump into a few stacked boxes of copy paper, and I
turn to him feeling for his lips with mine.

 "Michael," I try to whisper as his lips find mine and silence
me. We kiss deeply our tongues sliding deeply and softly against
each other.

His hands find the hemline of my short wool skirt and tug it up
above my waist.  They then slide down my sides to feel my firm
butt and then to rub my pussy through my lace panties.  I sense
he feels my wetness through the soft material as he kisses me
harder.  I can't help it and I return his kiss just as
passionately forgetting about work and everything.  I am lost in
the heat of lust, wanting him.  Sliding his fingers inside my
panties, he slides them down my legs and I kick them off over my
high heels, one foot at a time as I fall back against the boxes.


His hands are feeling me over as he cups my mound and slides his
fingers up and down my wet slit finding my clit and sending
electrical shivers through me as he rubs it.  When he inserts a
finger up inside me, curls it and begins to rub that tender area
inside as his thumb continues to rub my clit my body trembles in
the beginning of my first orgasm.  My moan is low in my throat as
his mouth is still covering mine.  My pussy clenches at his
fingers as the spasms shake my body.  I am leaning against him
and the boxes as he holds my weakened body up with the one hand
at my pussy and one behind my back.

As I recover, I reach down and loosen his belt, letting his pants
slide down easily to his feet.  Reaching down for his shorts I
feel him.  He doesn't have them on.  The back of my hand brushes
against his hardened shaft and down against his sack.  I continue
to gently rub his sack with the back of my hand, back and forth
several times until I reverse my hand to cup his balls, softly
holding them and then sliding my hand back up his shaft.

I can feel he is fully hard and erect as I rub his swollen head
and opening with the palm of my hand sending tingling sensations
through him.  I can feel him stiffen and harden even more.  Then
as he places his hand on his shaft to ready it to find my swollen
pussy, I reach around his neck with both hands and hop up
wrapping my legs around his waist crossing my legs at the ankles.
 He grabs hold of my hips with his hands and holds me.

I want him inside me but then reality and caution floods into my
mind.  It may not yet be safe for him to enter me without
protection.  I struggle with my thoughts and blurt out, "Michael,
it is not safe yet, we need to use protection."

I struggle and push myself away dropping my legs from around his
waist and try to stand but he holds me tighter and doesn't let go
of my hips and holds me up against him as my upper body leans
back against the boxes.

"Michael, please don't."

I try to push him away, try to get him to loosen his grasp from
my hips so I could stand and cool the situation but he only
tightens his grip and kisses me harder trying to silence me. 
Again I try to stop him, trying to get control.

"Michael no, I'm not safe."  I try to say this a little louder
hoping no others are around to hear me.

"Sara, I want you, I have to have you."  He whispers back.

Again I protest.  "Michael, I may not be safe, we need
protection, use a condom.  Please Michael."

"No Sara, I don't like using condoms."

I am now lying back not quite prone on the boxes as I struggle to
sit up with him still holding me by my hips, him standing between
my legs.  I feel the swollen head of him pressing against me, my
pussy opening for him and he grips my hips harder and pulls me
towards him.   In one full hard thrust, he is deep in me, and I
am squeezing his hardness.

I bite my tongue to stifle the scream that rises inside me at the
suddenness of his entry and now I sit up and try to both push him
away and hold on to him.  I wrap my legs around him locking my
ankles to stop him from thrusting and wrap my arms around his
neck trying to hold him still.  I begin to bite at his neck to
distract him and get him to stop as he presses me back against
the boxes and tries to thrust into me.

I have lost, I am not in control and he is taking me.   I'm
crying now sobbing on his shoulder.  I want him to continue yet I
am afraid of what may happen.

"Michael, please Michael, my birth control, I'm not safe.  Please
Michael, stop."  I keep pleading to no avail.

In his lust he ignores me as his hands are now tugging at my
blouse and pulling it free from my skirt.  He unbuttons my blouse
and finds my breasts fondling them, rubbing and twisting lightly
on the nipples.  When he pushes me back onto the boxes I drop my
arms from around him to catch myself as he leans me back.  His
mouth finds my breasts and he begins to suck at one as he rubs
and twists at the nipple of the other sending shivers through me.
  My attempt at struggling lessens and I give in as another
incredible orgasm rushes through me.  My body was now under his
control and needed him.

I moan even more at the feeling of him inside me and him sucking
and nibbling at my breasts.  It feels so good.  My moans are only
encouraging him to continue.  When I unconsciously unlock my legs
from around him as he slowly begins to thrust, I kick off my
heels and try to place my feet on the boxes beneath me to raise
my hips to match his thrusts.  He is now leaning over me, holding
my hands above my head, pinning me.  I look up into his eyes in
the dim light and see the lust there knowing there was no way to
stop him even if I had really wanted him to stop.  My body didn't
want him to stop.

The light coming from under the door illuminates us and I watch
him.  I love the semidarkness, the feeling of his cock as he
plunges in and pulls out, his fingers clenching my ass and me
sucking hard on his neck and pulling his hair at the back of his
head after he released my hands.

We are both moaning and grunting as we get closer to our
releases.   My wetness is flowing down to my ass and I gasp for
air. It feels as if his thrusts now go deeper each time he pulls
back and shoves in hard pressing me against the boxes again and
again.  I moan into his ear and beg for him to cum, saying that I
am about to explode.  The closet feels stuffy and warm as sweat
begins to glisten upon my skin and I can feel drops of sweat from
him dripping down upon my stomach and mound as he leans over me.

He spreads my legs wider picking them up and with my upper body
lying back, he thrusts all the way against me hard, ramming his
thighs against mine, and slides the boxes I am lying on slightly
across the floor.  My hands grab around his neck so we won't tip
over in the semidarkness.

He moans a desperate moan and I feel him stiffen trying to hold
himself still to stop his flow but it was too late.  I feel the
explosion of warm cum inside me as he continues to push his shaft
deeper pushing his swollen head against my cervix, his cock
flexing and pulsing.  Feeling the contractions of his cock, my
body begins to spasm also.  I grab his hair with both hands as I
moan quietly into his ear in my release which helps to suck him
in deeper.

After several minutes of recovery, I discover he is still very
hard as I reach down and with my fingers wrapped around the base
of his shaft still deep inside me; I begin to pull him out slowly
as I gaze into his eyes.  When I get him most of the way out he
pushes slowly back inside me as my fingers remain clutching his
shaft.

We repeat this slow dance of passion for a few more minutes with
me pulling him out and him pushing his still hard cock back in. 
I again feel him stiffen and moan as another warm burst of his
cum flows into me.  Our fluids are now seeping from me down to my
ass and pooling on the top of the box under me.

We stay still for a few minutes giving him time to recover and
kiss passionately, his hands exploring me, playing with my
breasts.  There is still very little talking between us.

I am amazed he has stayed hard when he slips all the way out and
stands me up, turns me around, bends me over and slides his still
hard cock inside me from behind.  It slides in easily as my pussy
and his cock are slimy with cum and I am still swollen open to
continue to receive him.   I am pressed against the boxes as I
lie over them with my stomach lying in the pool of fluids that
has seeped from me and had pooled under my ass.  He thrusts in
hard, fast and deep.  I am easily brought to another orgasm this
way with the feeling of him going deeper inside me with each
thrust.

I feel his hands holding my waist pulling me to him, holding
himself still while I quiver in my release.  After my climax
subsides, he thrusts in hard and fast one last time and holds
himself in deep against my cervix as I feel the pulsations and
contractions of his shaft as he again fills me full of his cum.

He holds himself tight against me for a few minutes after his
last contractions and when he finally softens and pulls out he
turns me over, sitting me back upon the wet box.   He leans down
and I feel his mouth and tongue relishing my soaked swollen
pussy.  His tongue slides through the inside of my pussy and
against the skin between my pussy and my ass.  When he licks my
pussy all the way to the top, he attacks my clit bringing me to
another intense orgasm.  I lay there quivering for a while as he
kisses me all over and lets his hands explore me.

As I was laying there recovering, we hear sounds of someone
talking and laughing in the building and he quickly stands me up,
helps me straighten my skirt and blouse, finds my heels and pulls
his pants back up.  I look at my watch and see we had been the
closet for over an hour and a half.

That is when we start to actually talk.

"Michael," I blurted out quietly, "I lost your phone number.  I
didn't know how to find you."

"I thought as much Sara, I have been waiting for you to call and
finally my need for you grew to be too much for me to take. I had
to come to you and take you."

I fell into his arms, kissing him, forgetting that I had lost
control of my own actions.  I have always been in control, needed
to be in control ever since my first love, that first time I was
taken by an older man and his friends.  I had always selected and
seduced each man I had wanted to be with usually an older man. 
Even when I was in college getting my degree, I was always in
control.

I finally take control as the talking gets louder and break our
kiss and push him away.  I whisper, "We have to get out of here
before we are caught."

The talking fades down the hall and I open the door slightly and
peek outside.  The hall is empty and we sneak out into the hall
making sure no one sees us and walk back toward my office where I
dash in and grab my purse.  I had glanced into one of the windows
that line the hall and discovered a disheveled reflection of
myself.  I was a mess, my hair sweaty, undone and sticking to my
face and head, my blouse wrinkled and sticking to me wet in
places and my skirt, well it was sticking to me in places and
stained.  I hadn't been able to find my panties and I could feel
the coolness where moisture was seeping from me.  I had to clean
up before anyone saw me.

"Wait here for me Michael," I say as I grab my purse and dash to
the restroom to clean up.  I didn't wait for an answer from him.
I could hear more people coming into the building and I couldn't
have me seen this way.  I could feel wetness starting to run down
my inner thigh as I entered the restroom and grabbed some paper
towels as I entered the stall.  Using the towels and toilet
paper, I cleaned up as best as I could and since I had no panties
and could not use a liner, I inserted a tampon and moved from the
stall to the sink and washed up as best I could, brushing my hair
and putting it back into place and applying a little makeup.  
Looking as presentable as I could under the circumstances I
walked back to my office thinking I needed to clean up in the
storage closet and find my panties.

Not finding Michael there I dash back to the hall and just see
him walking past the receptionist towards the door.  He turns
back to see me watching him, smiles and takes my panties out from
his pocket, kisses them and them puts them back into his pocket
as he walks out the door.

Confused, I go back to my desk and sit down.  Tears are blurring
my eyes.  He had not said good bye or given me his phone number.
I had no way to find him.  It was then I looked down on my desk
and saw he had left his number with the note to call him and
underlined and in large print, DO NOT LOOSE THIS.

I wiped my eyes and sat there thinking of my circumstances. 
Reality was coming back to me.  This again was unprotected sex. 
If my reasoning was correct and if my birth control was not yet
effective, I was possibly in a fertile period.  I would need to
contact the clinic and talk with the doctor there about what to
do.  At this point in my career, I could not get pregnant.  I
didn't even know this man.  I was beginning to wonder if I knew
myself.   This was careless and stupid of me to act this way.

I made the call and was told to come by the clinic and pick up
the morning after pill and instructions.  I had used it before
and knew what to expect.  I would stop by there on the way home.

Sitting there reflecting on what had taken place, I suddenly
remembered I needed to clean up the supply closet.  I walked
there quickly and checked.  Luckily no one had been there.  It
smelled like an orgy had taken place.  Flicking on the light I
saw the wet mess on the box, smiled at that and started to put
the legal pads it contained on the shelf.  We had had a delivery
the day before thus all the boxes of legal pads, printer and copy
paper.  No one had unboxed them and put them on the shelves. 
Doing that I carried a few legal pads to my office, came back
gathered up the empty boxes and carried them to the dumpster out
side.  I left the door open to air out the room.

I went back to my office and sat there.  Unable to concentrate on
my work I kept looking at his phone number thinking.  Why did I
have his number and he not ask for mine?  It was like he had to
be in control.  I had to come to him and beg.  I didn't like it.
I didn't know him.  Who was he, how old was he?  I knew he wasn't
older than me.  He certainly didn't act like he was older.  I
generally went for the older mature men.  We could be the same
age or he could be younger.  Younger was very possible, young and
careless.  What he did to me today was very careless and risky. 
We could have gotten caught.  Then refusing to use a condom
knowing it wasn't safe.  Ignoring my pleading for him to stop and
knowing there was no way I could stop him short of screaming and
us being caught.  Why was I putting myself into this situation? 
Why did I follow him and let him take me?  Why did I want him so?

My thoughts were interrupted by my assistant when she came into
my office with some of her research on our new client.  She
started to talk about what she had but I couldn't concentrate on
what she was saying.  After asking her the same question several
times with her giving me puzzling looks, I finally gave up and
told her I didn't have it in me right now to concentrate on the
task and to try to get all of our research together and try to
make some sense of it.  I was going home and would see her
tomorrow.

With that I got up and left, stopping by the clinic to pick up
what I needed from there.   I had to do other shopping and
stopped at a grocery store to buy some things for dinner and
wine, I needed some good wine.  At least shopping got my mind off
of him and I didn't think of him until I got home.  It was then I
noticed I could smell myself.  Damn, I hope now one else could
smell me I told myself as I popped the cork on a bottle of wine
and headed to the bath with it and a glass.

It didn't take long to empty the first glass as I ran water into
the tub and striped.  I started on the second glass as I slipped
into the hot water to soak and think about what had taken place
today.  Would I let this careless madness continue?  Who was this
guy and what the hell do I do with him?