It was seven in the morning, and I was sitting at my desk, catching up on my work as a developer. I was in the middle of writing an email, when I realized I wasn't alone. I heard a door open. Suddenly, the lights went on across the cubicle floor. Someone coughed.
I got up. “Hello,” I said.
“Over here, James. I don't want to spook you.” I was surprised to see Kathy the HR director waving. “I heard that you came in at the crack of dawn.”
“Earlier,” I joked.
“Had to come see it for myself. Early to rise, first to shine, eh? Mind if I join you?”
“Come on over,” I said, and sat down.
She stepped into my cubicle. I turned around, smiling. You saw Kathy, you'd smile too.
“Hey, James,” she said.
She had on her navy blue business suit with matching skirt and champagne blouse. Her pantyhose accentuated the long curve of her legs. She was something special, especially with that prim, brown, shoulder-length hair. She was straight out of some 1950s ad for wholesome living. She was thirty-four, and married with children, two preschool aged twin girls. I was twenty-four.
“What're you doing here so early, Kathy?” I asked. “You're an executive. Don't you guys come in at ten? Maybe there's a problem with your watch.” I loved teasing her. She was good humored enough to take it.
She laughed. “Maybe.” She smiled, showing her perfectly white teeth. “I'll have to check.” She leaned against a solid wall with her head. Her arms hung loose. “How was your weekend? Do anything fun?”
“It was good. Hung out with some friends. Went bowling.” The truth: I spent most of it jacking off to porn. “How was yours?”
“Great,” she said. “Went to the beach, tanned.” She turned her face side to side, and pulled her fingers through her hair. “Now, it's cloudy. Can you believe it? They say it's going to rain.”
“Perfect timing,” I said. “You look nice.”
“Thanks,” she said demurely. I love going to the beach, wearing my 2-piece, drinking, walking around the town, burning under the sun. It was so much fun.”
“Just keep the kids away from the ocean.”
“What kids? It was just me and my girlfriends.” She laughed. “The girls are with their dad and his parents. This was a Grownup Girl's Night Out.”
“Well that sounds great, Kathy. Just great.”
“Anyway, the reason I'm here. I need to talk to you.” She stood up straight and straightened her jacket sleeves.
“Sure. I'll drop by. Maybe in a few minutes? I was in the middle of an email, but I should be finished in no time.”
“Yeah, okay. It's kind of urgent,” She got a chair from the cubicle across from me. Her skirt stretched wide against her thighs. It was a scene right out of some horny-teen movie. All I had to do was walk up behind her and poke her in the ass. The rest took care of itself.
“I can wait. Don't mind me. I'll just sit here and hum along,” she said.
She sat down. “Just don't take too long.”
She looked around my cubicle space. She had her legs crossed, the skirt riding up a few inches above her knees. I followed the shape and the darker brown outline of her pantyhose. I never saw Kathy wear pants. They weren't feminine enough for her, I guess. She turned back to me and I was too slow to not to get caught.
“What?” she asked. She crossed her leg over the other leg, and tugged on her skirt and smiled. She placed her hands on her knee. “Ready?” she asked.
“Yeah, I'm ready.”
“It won't take long.” I followed her to her office on the other side of the building. She walked with a tilt to her hips and a smile on her face. I kept a few steps behind, just so I could watch.
She took off her jacket and sat down behind her desk. I don't know what it is about a woman taking off an article of clothing. It was just a jacket, and I was already getting aroused.
“Please sit,” she said, and motioned to one of the two chairs in front of her immaculate desk. She didn't even have a computer on it, just a blotter, a pen and a vanilla envelope with my name written on an orange tab. Her office was clean and uncluttered. A few family pictures, a book shelf with half a dozen books, a lamp. “Figured we could use a little privacy,” she said. And then she didn't say anything. She furrowed her eyebrows and she bit her cheek.
“So, what's up?” I asked.
“Kathy.” I chuckled.
“Okay. This isn't easy. It's never easy, but especially with someone you like. And I do like you, James. I hope I've shown you that. I consider you a friend. We've known each other how long, now?”
“Almost four years,” I said.
“That long? I remember when I first interviewed you. You'd just graduated college. The company was going places. We had all that money, remember? Millions.” She took a deep breath, and continued. “I'm sorry you have to hear this from me, James. This is the part of the job I hate the most.”
It was right then that I figure it out. I mean, what else could it be?
“You're losing your job.” She got the words out and she immediately dropped her elbows onto the table. She sobbed into her hands. “Oh my god, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” She practically wailed. “Not very professional, of me. Oh my nose is running. Excuse me.” She blew her nose.
“Something I did?” I asked half heartedly.
“You? No.” She studied my face. “Your boss. He had a choice. He was asked to let go of someone in your team, Christine or you.”
“You know about Christine and Tim, right?” Christine was the junior programmer, one year out of college. She was okay, smart even, but she wasn't hired for her brains. Her tits were huge and she knew how to give a hell of a blow job. I knew from personal experience. It didn't last long. You work late, drink together. Things happened.
“I know,” she said.
“So? What's next?”
“Nothing. That's it.” She wiped the tears off her face.
“Any severance? A little extra money for years of faithful service?”
“No, nothing. Sorry.” She smiled. “I can help with references, I could look at your resume. Maybe I can talk to some people?” She took out a business card and wrote on the back. She handed me the card. “Call me when you're settled,” she said.
“I guess I'll pick up my stuff and leave, before everyone else gets here.”
“Wait,” she said. “Don't leave. Come over here. Can I have a hug. I just feel horrible.”
She opened her arms and I walked into her soft embrace. She wrapped herself around me, her face against my chest. I ignored the fact that I'd just lost my job and I focused on the moment. I gave her a nice tight squeeze.
“Oof, James. You're strong,” she said. She started patting and rubbing my back. I gave her a little rub, too.
“Mmm, we need more hugs,” I said.
When I lifted my hands, she was still holding on. In fact, she was hugging me tighter than ever. I couldn't let go. She held me firm, and now she was rubbing my hair.
“James,” she said, “Would you mine kissing me?” I felt the warm breath of her words against my cheek. The words stung like electricity. I put my lips against hers. She sucked me into her welcoming mouth. I squeezed her soft ass. She murmured something I couldn't understand.
“What?” I asked.
“You find me attractive don't you, James? I've seen how you look at me. Would you like to make love to me?”
“Of course,” stuttered out. “Do you want to leave? I live five minutes away.”
“No. That won't work. We need to do it now. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me on this table, right here in this office.” She worked on some buttons on her skirt and unzipped it down her leg. “Ready?” She looked at me, with a big grin on her face. She took off her skirt, revealing a set of black garters and a sexy black and emerald-green pair of panties.
“Wow, Kathy. You're amazing.”
I lightly touched her hips. I admired the swell of her stomach, and I thought, how crazy this all was, like something out of a porn movie. But this was real life, and I'd come to expect this kind of craziness.
“Hold on,” she said and maneuvered her panties down below her delicious tanned thighs. A small patch of brown pussy hair topped an otherwise perfectly waxed cunt. She stood back, and pulled apart her pussy lips so I could see her pink inside.
“May I?” I asked.
She nodded. I put my hand between her legs. She clasped her hand over mine. “That feels good. Oh yes, that feels good, but I want the real thing.”
“My real thing wants you,” I told her.
“I wish we had more time,” she said.
“Me, too. The things I'd do to you.”
She sat back on the desk. Above her waist it was the pure, wholesome Kathy I'd known, even if she was something of a tease. Below, she was this generous cunt that couldn't bare to see me go out empty-handed.
I took off the pants hanging around my ankles.
“Is this comfortable for you?” she asked. “Can you reach?” She opened her legs wide. I could smell her pungent juices, funky and sharp. “Are you ready?”
She grunted as my thick cock entered her tight hole. She was wet and ready, but even then her pussy had to get used to my size.
“Shit, James. You're a fucking monster.” She grabbed the back of her ankles and pulled them up by her head. “Impressed? I do yoga.”
I felt her pussy give and I fell in all the way.
“More, more,” she said. “I need to have it all. God, I feel it in my throat.” She stroked her neck and pretended to gag.
“Nine inches, Kathy, you can't have any more.”
I fucked her like a dog. She grooved and rolled under me. She came fast, and then she hurried the pace. “Come in me, James, oh, god, oh, god, come inside of me.” She moaned low, grunting, eking out all the pleasure from between her legs. I fucked her as deep and fast as I could, pulling out almost all the way and then slapping my balls against her ass.
“I'm coming for you, baby.” Is said and kissed her hot sweating face. This was getting messy. I shook my head, and then I shot load after load into her. I bit hard and squeezed my cock empty. I slapped my palms on her thighs. She heaved and shuddered. Our heads touched.
“Fuck, James. That was awesome,” she whispered.
“Shh,” I said. “I can hear them coming.”
Doors opened. Two women laughed by the front desk. It sounded like Barb and Cheryl, two of the company gossips. If they only knew. Kathy giggled and slid off the table. She got down on her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth.
I stroked her hair. “Are we going to do this again?” I asked.
“What do you think?” she gargled. “I wish we had more time right now. Your cock's delicious.”
“If you're hungry, I can feed you that and more at my place. How about lunch?” I picked up her panties and handed them to her. “Here, I think these are yours.”
“You're a gentleman.”
We got dressed and then we hugged one more time. People walked up and down the hallway.
She pried open the door. “Remember, this has to stay between us.”
“I promise,” I said.
“I'll walk you out,” she said. “Let's go get your things.”
Just before we left her office, I grabbed a hold of her ass. She pressed back into my hand, and laughed.
“Come on,” she said. “I have to walk you out. Let's go say goodbye to your friends, and then lets see about that lunch.”
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