A Day at the Office
I looked at the clock and seeing it was already past lunch I knew I was in for a long day. With a brief sigh I got back to my work and tried to keep my mind on the task at hand. I had been with bigger companies before and quickly learned that hard work usually keep you stuck in your job because your become too valuable while the clueless get promoted to get them out of the department. Which is the reason I came to this smaller firm where they appreciated my efforts in financial and verbal rewards. In a few years I had worked my way up to the second biggest office in the firm. The biggest being that of the owner and not likely I could oust that incumbent but I was happy as it was. Another glance at the clock and now it was close to five. I still hadn’t had any lunch yet and I was starting to wilt from not eating when the boss came by and suggested I go get something for the both of us. Rubbing the fog from my face I said sure and headed out to get a bite and a few moments later I was flowing outside with the rest of the five o clock rush but only I had to return. A few minutes later I was cutting across the abandoned cubicles and felt like I was touring a ghost town. All manner of clutter, pens papers and countless other items lay where they were seemingly dropped from their owners hands at the command of the five o clock bell. How did I get so lucky and get to stay late into the evening and toil away with the boss while everyone else ran off to enjoy the weekend I wondered amusingly to myself.
The boss’s office was simple yet oppressive by its size its organization and decor. It was modern and streamlined for business making it somewhat intimidating for anyone just walking in and was probably the intention of the design. Of course I wasn’t scared or wary when I walked in because I knew a secret. The boss loved assorted dim sum of which I just happened to have a bagful. I tapped on the side of the door and waved the bag of dinner teasingly in the air. Being waved in I cleared the end of that enormous desk and I unpacked some of the cities best hand rolled steamed and sautéed little treasures. While the cleaning crew ran through the office as fast as they could we stayed behind and refueled for a few more hours of work before our weekend could begin. The first thing people notice about the boss is her piercing eyes. At least that’s what I noticed first. They telegraphed her intelligence and strength and were definitely captivating if you took the time to look deep into them.
I’ve often tried to without being discovered and until now I never thought it was a good idea to get involved with someone I work with let alone a boss. Looking at those piercing eyes sometimes I wondered if she closed them when she kissed or how they would shine if she dressed to the nines and I could only imagine their intensity if they tried to say they loved me. At first I wasn’t sure if I would like working for a woman let alone such a strong one but her work ethic and abilities proved a challenge to rival and her sense of fairness made my job as enjoyable as a job possible could be. Early on we proved a good team on several accounts and I found I pushed myself to new places trying to keep pace. If she was half as good in bed as she was in the office there would be one lucky guy out there who would say prayers of thanks every night to be the recipient of that affection. It wasn’t long before I found myself working even harder to impress her and I worked to be her equal. I at least knew she greatly appreciated my efforts in the business arena and when I impressed her she always let me know.
She always used chopsticks whenever she ate Asian cuisines and I of course tried too but it was like I was wearing mittens compared to the agility of her beautiful slender fingers. I’ve imagined those adept hands touching me in the most sensuous of ways and could only dream of how skillful they would be at holding my manly essence. I would be in heaven if those nimble fingers massaged my sack and caressed my shaft and I wouldn’t want it ever to end. My vivid imagination made it difficult to be around her sometimes and I hoped I didn’t always appear distracted or distant because in reality I was always focused on her and never as close as I wanted. Whenever she stood close I had to fight back the urge to grab her and squeeze her body into mine and if I caught a whiff of her delicate perfume it was doubly hard. I managed not to spill anything and eat my share of dumplings and we chatted about the long weekend ahead instead of work. As much as I liked my job it was immensely more pleasurable to talk to her about subjects other than.
I loved how she would eat off the chopsticks sometimes biting off a piece of food or sometimes popping a piece in her mouth and sucking off the sauce on the sticks as she drew them slowly out. It was and erotic and sensual show for me as her luscious lips performed their magic on those lucky chopsticks and I had to fight back this longing and aching in my loins as she enjoyed the meal. Countless times I daydreamed of kissing those lips. Tasting them and feeling them kiss me back with the same hunger I had for them. Passionate kisses were always the beginning of those daily fantasies which lead my mind down so many paths of pleasure it was a wonder I got any work done at all. Spinning her chair out she reached towards the cabinets behind her desk for some napkins and I was treated to a glimpse of her bare knees and some of that forbidden flesh of her inner thighs. I tried not to stare as my eyes took a long drink of her lower half and if I could have I would have knelt before her and ran my warm face over those fantastic looking legs. I wouldn’t stop there either but I would relish their softness on the way up to my ultimate goal. If she would only give me access to her pleasure trove I would be devoted to bringing her to a higher place. Even want something so bad you could almost taste it? I could almost smell and taste her salty goodness and wished I could dive into her and cover my self with her essence.
After our dinner for two she helped clean up and I ran the garbage down the end of the floor just as the cleaning crew was finishing up and taking all the garbage out before going onto another floor. When she walked around she looked like she was gliding and if I just reached out my hand we could start a dance routine around the office over desks and around the copy machine. That was another favorite daydream of mine which was to take her dancing. To hold her wonderful body close to me and sway to some special song that had a secret meaning to only the two of us. I dreamt of what it might be like to spin and twirl her away from and back to me and to smell her sweat mingle with her perfume as we cut up a dance floor. These dreams happened dozens of times a day for me and when I awoke from my mini trances I would get back to work with a soft sigh. Sometimes she would be at the copy machine with her back to me and I was free to look and lust from afar. I tried to behave but my mind always drifted to this scenario where she was bent over the machine and with me lifting up her skirt for easy access. I could almost feel the firmness of her legs and their strength and they pushed back to me and took the thumps from my hips. I could almost visualize the rapture on her face as she felt me take my pleasure from behind driving me to new sexual heights.
I also envisioned myself returning some of those amazing sensation of pleasure and my daydreams were filled with the sound of her voice breathlessly speaking my name. She was the perfect height for me and whenever we stood close it was hard not to rehash the copy machine fantasy with her curvaceous hips so enticingly close. With another quiet sigh I returned to my desk to finish up what I was working on and it took several minutes for that vision in my head to finish and fade away. Having something to eat was the best thing I did all day and I felt rejuvenated and really tore thought my work and just before eight my project was finished packed up and in an priority envelope that I would drop in the night pick up bin on the way out. I walked over to her office and told her the good news and she said she was just finishing too. She looked tired and stressed from such a long day and I knew exactly what would I could do to help. I walked behind her chair and brushed her silky hair aside and started to massage the tension from the muscles in her neck and shoulders. The pen dropped from her hand and the more I kneaded the more I could feel her entire body turning to putty. Working her shoulders and moving inward to the base of the neck I found all the tight muscles there and squeezed and kneaded them soft. She didn’t say much but she sure did vocalize how pleasurable a job my hands were doing. There were a few times as I worked a particular spot she made the kind of sounds one would make during a more sexual encounter and it was driving me wild. It took all my willpower to keep from reaching further down and continuing my massage on her gorgeous breasts which were showing glimpses of their perky selves already.
I leaned her forward and ran my hands up and down the length of her back following her spine down as far as I dare. The sensation of caressing the small of her back was electric as I touched the spot where I’ve imagined how nice it would be to hold my hand there as we slow danced very close together. Trying not to linger I worked her back up and down in long smooth sweeps of my hands massaging a wave up and down the length of her back. Every time I passed the midway point my hands got stuck for a brief moment on her bra on the way up and again on the way back down. I found it quite annoying and apparently she did too because she brought her arms behind her and deftly unhooked it through her shirt. Then she performed some magic or at least it looked like a magic trick to me. She stuck her hand up one sleeve and grabbed the shoulder strap and pulled it around her elbow and then again on the other side and then like pulling a rabbit out of the hat presto her bra came out her sleeve and she tossed it aside and got back in position so that I could continue. I was very impressed by that trick and with a grin on my face I went back to kneading. This time there was no resistance in my path it was just my strong hands and her body with just a thin layer of soft material between. From the small areas of skin I had the pleasure to touch I knew her entire body was covered in that soft silky ness and the idea of caressing every inch of it was driving me wild inside. I wanted to spin her around and pull her out of this chair and kiss her hard and long and squeeze her body into mine till she went weak in the knees. The more I thought about it the more I tried to convince myself to go ahead and do it and risk the consequences but because I liked and respected her so much I would wait for a sign from that she wanted more than just a massage.
One sign was the sweet music she made as I erased all the days tension from her body and it soothed my ears and continued heating me up inside. She tilted her head back and rested it on my stomach as I worked and her face had a dreamy sexuality to it and I envisioned her with that same pleasurable look but from my amorous advances and not just my hard working hands. Suddenly I noticed her hands were down at hr sides and she reached back and caressed my legs as I rolled the muscles of her neck just so. Tingles ran up my legs and I felt my body temperature start to rise as I hoped this was the signal I so patiently waited for. Her caresses became more sensual and so did mine. I slide over her shoulders and down the sides of her torso enticingly close to her perky and unrestrained breasts. The temptation to grab them and massage them like I did her body was almost overwhelming and I swear she was arching her back out trying to get me to touch them too. Gliding all the way down to her hips I felt her head nuzzle into my hip and I bent over to reach so low and I couldn’t hold back anymore and decided to make my move.
I spun her around in her chair and knelt in front of her and ran my hands up and down the outsides of her upper thighs slowly and sensually. She just smiled and closed her eyes and let me up the ante so to speak. I rotated my hand to the tops of her legs and they opened wider to let me in closer and I could feel her feet surround me and pull me in. I snaked my fingers behind her hips and pulled her to the edge of the seat and the top of her body followed a second behind and as easy as that our lips were locked together in a kiss as steamy as we felt inside. I kept up my massage but it was entirely different now with my attention on more erogenous of places. I squeezed her breasts and ran my hands over and inside her legs working her into the frenzy I was already in. My tongue probed and darted in her mouth and my fingers tickled and massaged her mound through her dampening panties. Her slender fingers worked on my pants where she quickly had me engorged and trying to break through the material. The harder she stroked me through my pants the more aggressive I was on her pleasure epicenter. I pulled aside the thin layer of cotton that was my barrier and when the warmth of my fingers touched the moistness of her flower I felt her body shudder.
I knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge so I tried to work fast. I could almost feel her lubrication flowing from her and by using two fingers to swirl it around I made it easy to sink them right inside. The warmth of her inside was amazing and my fingers filled her almost like my shaft would. She shuddered again as I pushed them inside and with just a few soft strokes and adeptly places massages from my fingertips she was starting to detonate on me. Like a wild thunderstorm rolling in over the mountains it was on me before I realized it and the power of her lightening like orgasm rocked us both to the core. I could feel her entire body shake and rumble with the echoes of the swiftly passing storm and it was a beautiful site to behold. I felt her legs and pelvic muscles clench and throb on my fingers with waning intensity as the storm exhausted all its energy. In between gasps for air she kept her lips pressed to mine as we tried to keep up with our steamy kissing.
With her tumultuous energy having been released from her body she looked simply radiant in the after glow of the passing storm but I felt like a tornado was raging inside me and there was no hope for anyone caught in its path. As I stood up in front of her she could see the bulge in m pants and her sexy smile made it strain that much more to be unzipped. I pulled her up to me and kissed her hard again before I got behind her and bent her over her desk. Just like my copy machine fantasy she was willingly giving me her curvy hips for me to do as I pleased. I folded up her skirt like i've done a thousand times before in my mind and slid the soft material of her panties down her legs just far enough to give me the access I so deeply desired. A few seconds later I was unzipped and free to close this merger deal. I caressed her cheeks with my pointer and her smooth skin tickled my swollen head into a state of rigidness I didn’t think possible. I could see her brace herself on the desk as I entered her and I could feel her shudder with more aftershocks as I closed the gap between us. She was still soaked when I plunged in and her velvety wetness was so wonderful I lost my ability so speak coherently.
I did manage to give some sounds to let her hear my pleasure and she gave me her own sounds of satisfaction every time I bottomed out as my hips bucked into hers. I had my hands under her skirt and a firm grip on her hips and started to increase the tempo of my thrusts not by any plan but by the primitive instincts that have temporarily taken over my mind. Faster and faster I rammed away and she kept up with me stroke for stroke sound for sound. I felt her trembling again in my hands and around my driving head and her muscles inside clenched down on me giving me a sensation like nothing else I’ve ever felt before. Her hands were gripping the edge of the desk like she was holding onto a ledge for dear life and as I felt the vibrations of my final moments approaching I got a wicked cool idea. I let myself get so close that only a slight touch would be all that was needed to set me off and just as I felt that point of ecstasy arrive I pulled out of her and spun her around.
Breathless I managed to say give me your hands and like Oliver asking for more she held her hands out in a cup shape for me. With a few rubs on my hair trigger head I felt the explosion inside me begin and I directed my liquid lava directly into her awaiting hands. Hot gooey goodness spurted out and ran down her fingers and over her palms. With each convulsive wave of my orgasm a little more was pumped out each time splashing a different part of her fingers or palms. Her fingers became coated as the liquid thickness ran down and in between them eventually forming little pools of warmth in the palms of her hands. She squealed with delight as the warm fluid splattered and ran through her fingers and it made her weak in the knees. All she could do was try to hold her hands still and catch my streams while her body squirmed while I erupted all I had into her beautiful waiting hands. When my body finished its cathartic pumping I let her finally grab me with those sticky hands and coax out one more drop or two.
The feeling of her hands on my sensitive organ combined with the slippery warmth almost sent me into a coma of pleasure. I was at her mercy and despite the look of mischief in her eyes she gently held and caressed me back to reality and what a reality it was, none of my daydreams were ever this good. With me still in her delicate hands she stood up and kissed me and my mind drifted to images of her naked body pressed firmly into mine on a soft luxurious bed kissing even more passionately than we were now and the thought gave me shivers. We tried to keep lip contact as we straightened up and got our clothes back to a somewhat respectable appearance before we risked heading out into public. I kind of felt like a school kid again as I escorted her to the ladies room patiently holding her bags and waiting outside to walk her home. Outside the parking lot was all but vacant except for one lonely car awaiting its owner and I opened the passenger door and held it for her as she climbed in. I smiled as I thought how grateful I was now that I asked for a parking space and got one so close to the firm. Being married to the Boss had its advantages I giggled to myself as we drove off to start a nice long and relaxing weekend.