Back to the start
Where we left off:
He stood up and paced the office thinking business thoughts business thoughts business thoughts until his cock subsided. Just as he was starting to feel in control of himself again, there was a knock at the door and Jen’s face poked into his office, her ponytail swishing in behind her.
“Sir, they’ll be ready for you in about 20mins. Do you need anything?”
Jen had planned to tease John all day then suggest going for a drink after work and see where the night took them (hopefully straight to Poundtown). That would be the sensible thing to do, the ladylike thing. But as soon as she sat at her desk – Abbey’s desk – she knew she wasn’t going to wait that long. Fuck that, it had been a month since she’d last laid eyes on a dick and she’d be damned if she was going to wait all day just for the sake of formality.
When Abbey had first come to her with this idea, Jen had been skeptical. She’d just broken up with a real dickhead and wasn’t sure she wanted to get back on the horse so to speak, despite being a bit of a man-eater before this last fucktard. Abbey had told her all about John and how great a guy he was, how down he’d been after his divorce. Not that Abbey wanted him to be a pity fuck, just that Jen was really missing out on someone who could be fun and not a total asshole.
“If he’s such a great guy, why don’t you fuck him?” Jen had asked over dinner and wine one night.
“I don’t mix business with pleasure,” Abbey smiled. “But, trust me, if I’d met him in a bar, I’d be sucking him off in the toilets within 30mins. No joke,” she said as she downed her wine with a devilish grin.
Abbey had shown her pictures and told her more stories about him and, eventually, Jen had come around. She was ready for some no-strings fun. Why not make it with someone her friend could vouch for? Once Jen was onboard, Abbey went into business mode, running Jen through her plan.
“Why can’t I just meet him in a bar or something? You know, like normal people?” she asked, exasperated with all these seeming complications.
“Because he won’t go for that. Trust me, I know this man. This is going to work.”
Luckily, Jen was a master PA, just like Abbey, because the plan required that she learn Abbey’s job so she could replace her for one day. Abbey would then cover for Jen at her work.
Jen smiled to herself as she walked towards the office. She was looking forward to meeting John, a man Abbey seemed to think was perfect for her. Or at least perfect for her to play with. She barely noticed the heads she was turning as she walked through the foyer, her hips swaying in her red dress and her sky high heels click click clicking across the tiles. Normally, she’d revel in that shit but today… today she had one purpose and that was to seduce this man.
She arrived extra early so he wouldn’t be in yet. That would give her time to get things ready so she could be in the right position when he arrived. About 20mins later, the lift doors opened and he stepped out. He looked just like the photos Abbey had shown her – handsome and trim. Dark hair slicked away from his forehead. Clean shaven. God, he rocked that suit. He was just her type. She took a sharp breath in and started re-arranging stuff on his desk. Putting them in the order she knew he liked.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him pause when he first caught sight of her. Good, he liked what he saw. She put on her most work-acceptable seductress smile and went into ‘I’ve got this covered’ mode, running through all the things she knew would put him at ease and make him confident in her abilities. All the while noticing the way his eyes followed her around the room, drinking her in. She even noticed when he slid the newspaper in front of his swelling cock; he didn’t hide it as quickly as he should have. Not that she minded. That bulge told her everything she needed to know and pretty much shattered her resolve to wait until the end of the day to have him.
Once back at her desk, she decided to skip the work hours holding pattern and go straight to an emergency landing. She poked her head back into his office, catching him mid-pace.
“Sir, they’ll be ready for you in about 20mins. Do you need anything?”
Without waiting for a reply, she stepped into the office and closed the door. The little snick of the lock falling into place sounded deafening in the quiet office. They both knew she didn’t need to close the door, not for any real work-related purpose anyway. They stared at each other for a second before she walked towards his computer, deciding to play it coy for the time being.
“I’ll show you where Abbey saved your presentation in case you want to practice,” she said as she clicked through the various folders on screen.
“That would be great. Thank you, Jen.”
She heard him walk up behind her and then pause before the creaking of his chair announced he’d sat down. When she turned around, he was staring at her very intently. They locked eyes but he didn’t speak. She could tell she was going to have to make the first move if anything was going to happen, a role she was very happy to play.
“Well, if I can’t help you with anything else, maybe you can help me with something?” she purred, as she slid herself up onto his desk and spread her legs. She watched his eyes widen as he took in her sheer mesh panties and the little snail trail of fuzz leading down to her pussy.
“We have fifteen minutes. If we’re going fuck, we better get started,” she said. “And you can start by eating my pussy…”
He rolled his chair forward so he was perfectly positioned between her legs and slid his hands from her ankles up to her inner thighs, revelling in the silkiness of her thigh high stockings. He rubbed his cheeks against their softness, nuzzling his face further and further up her inner thighs, placing light kisses as he went. She knew her mesh panties allowed a tantalising view and it didn’t take him long to press his lips to the fabric, kissing a soft trail from her waist band down to the soft piece of material that covered her already throbbing clit. He rubbed the ridge of his nose against her, making her moan softly.
Without warning, he pushed her legs further apart, forcing her to lay back on the desk. Papers and pens tumbled to the ground but neither of them cared. His fingers and tongue pressed against the now damp fabric of her underwear. She felt tormented by the pleasure of him rubbing and licking her clit with the barrier of cloth between them. It dampened his touch, making her ache for the feeling of his skin against hers. She twisted her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer and grinding her hips into his face. Her panties were now wet with a combination of his saliva and her juices. God, she was so fucking close to coming and he wasn’t even really touching her.
She pushed him back and slid straight down onto her knees in front of him. He had a kind of dazed look in his eyes as she unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles. The front of his boxers was slick with pre-cum. She wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking hungrily at the salty fluid that oozed out in response to her attentions. His hands gripped the base of her ponytail and pulled her away. She looked up to see him gazing at her with an anguished look on his face. She knew that face; it was the face of a guy who was trying not to come.
She lifted her dress above her waist and climbed into his lap, slipping her panties to the side and slowly sliding her pussy down onto his cock. He moaned and she felt his fingers dig into her ass, holding her in place while he tried to pull himself together, his legs trembling with effort.
“It’s ok,” she said as she rested her clit against his hips and started to rock herself back and forth. She lent forward and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to come really quickly riding your cock like this.”
He moaned and it was as if her words gave him permission to truly enjoy himself. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in to kiss him. Their tongues explored one another’s mouths with a ferocity that intensified as they both got closer to orgasm. They ground their hips together, panting and desperate. Just two people totally focused on the pleasure of each other’s bodies. She came with her face pressed into his shoulder, biting her lips to muffle her cries. Seconds later, his fingers gripped her ass and he let out a low moan while his cock pumped hot come into her pussy.
Knowing they had exactly six minutes to make themselves presentable, she stood up and slipped her panties across her dripping pussy, but not before a few drops of come landed on the floor beneath his desk. She used the sole of her heel to rub the drops into the carpet then got down on her knees and licked and sucked at the mess they’d made of his already softening cock. He twitched and jerked away from her but she didn’t stop until he was totally clean and then slid dick back into his boxers, giving it a light pat as she stood up.
“You’d better get ready,” she said as she straightened her dress and tightened her ponytail. In seconds, she was the picture of professionalism, not a hair out of place, meanwhile he sat in his chair in a daze – hair a mess, clothing rumpled. He stared at her in disbelief, astounded by her quick recovery.
“But not even your lipstick’s smudged!”
“Kiss proof lipstick, baby,” she smiled as she walked towards the door. “It’s made for moments like these.”