I had to admit to myself that the last couple of weeks had seemed longer than normal. Yes, I couldn't fault my new PA but I missed Melissa. I caught her scent on the chair that had been hers. Hearing her voice around the office every now and again would just brighten my day. I had heard her laughter a couple of times too. That always makes me smile. I miss her pre-empting me at work, but most of all, I miss her sensitivity to my presence. Those little shivers of excitement I would see shimmering through her body.
She had been ignoring me of late. When I would visit Al's office, she seems to ensure she was out by the time I left his room. No time to chat with me it would seem. I had wondered if I had hurt her when I had suggested she take the promotion. She loves me. That was something I knew well. Could it be she didn't understand where my feelings lay? Surely she had put two and two together. I haven't been with anyone since I grabbed her as my PA. I knew she was mine. It seems I need to ensure she knows it too.
I know I jumped out of the office chair a little too fast when Al had suggested I go and help her up with the files for the board meeting. But just the idea of being with her again no matter what the situation had my body flooding with ideas.
Walking into the photocopy room, I paused. Just watching her there, I tried not to laugh out loud. As usual she was in a predicament. Her hair tousled, blouse out of order, skirt wrinkled around her hips as she was crouching and peering into the machines inner workings opened before her. I could even hear her muttering some offensive language directed at the machine. She was so god damn beautiful.
Glancing around I saw that enough of the reports Al needed me to collect were printed, collated and presented in the familiar company folders. Ahh, as efficient as always.
“Melissa, are you having more trouble or do you simply enjoy pulling the companies equipment apart?”
I careful watched as her body jumped to my voice. That sly shiver was running throughout her body. The stiffening of her nipples visible through her lace bra and soft blouse were great indications I read so well. Glancing at my watch, I knew I had the time to catch up on some missed opportunities. I had missed touching her. How our fingers grazing each other as we passed papers, or when I passed too close to her as I walked by ensuring little intimate moments wore embedded in my day.
My eyes slowly roamed her face, her neck; the cleavage suggested by her neckline. Raising my eyebrow as my eyes settled on her nipples coming to life. In my peripheral vision, I saw the pinkness sweep up her skin, but it was the swelling of her breasts that truly held my attention. Buttons seem to be stretching with the pressure. Her small waist is always making my hands itch. So tiny I wanted to know if my hands can span it. Feeling my interest reaching my cock, I had to move a little closer only to get an instant injection of blood flow causing full erection from the heat radiating from her.
The sight of her skirt bunched up, her stockings meeting her garter belt with a showing of bare skin looking flush, her feminine scent played mildly around me. Soft flower perfume with a touch of honey. Was she getting wet?
She didn’t officially work for me anymore. Company rules had dictated before but now they didn’t apply. I can conqueror her! I more watched her sigh than heard it, as she moved to stand up.
“I’m sorry, this contraption is worst than your printer. I have most of the copies done, but these last couple aren’t going to be ready in time." Her voice sounded so sexy, so husky; it gave me the shivers.
I heard her breath catch in her throat, that sexy sound that was only for me when our eyes meet. I knew she would be getting flustered. It was one of the reasons I chose her out of the typing pool. Truly I wanted to see where the instant attraction we seem to have shared led to. That and as sexy as she was, she was great at her job. Eager to learn.
Without thinking, I moved up behind her and pulled her back against me. The heat of her body was swamping my mind. I stopped her hands from smoothing her skirt down. Covering her hands with my own and guiding them, pulling the skirt backup, higher until the edge sat against her hip bone. My hands left hers to run up and down her warm skin. Breathing in the scent of her hair and groaning as I leaned down and placed a kiss on her neck before nibbling on her earlobe. I felt her knees buckle, holding her hard against me; there was no mistaking how she effected my body. My cock felt as hard as nails, pushing against her just above her butt cheeks, daring me to bend my knees while I move her legs apart and slip further into her folds.
Her whispering gasps spurred me on. I leaned back and threw the door shut ensuring no one would interrupt us, before turning her to face me. Not holding back I punished her mouth with my own. My hands lightly grazing her arms before moving to her breasts. So full, so heavy in my palms. I needed to feel them free of restraints. Without a thought, I undid her blouse just to find her bra was an intricate piece of lacework. Beautiful but it was in my way, I reached behind her and with a flick of my fingers the connection was broken, and the lace fell away allow me to see perfection.
My lips returned to hers before moving down, taking in her skins taste; I licked my way to her taught nipples. Beads of pure pink candy. I sucked on one so hard, I felt her groan at the slight pain I was causing. I noticing her other nipple was hard jutting out for my mouths attention. Accommodating as I am, I moved over to taste it while my hands continued their journey down her skin, becoming familiar of the texture and the heat that emanated from her.
My eyes were drifting down, down back to her legs.
Those gorgeous legs. Her high heel shoes gave the effect of long legs but knowing she only reached my shoulder in them dispelled the magic of this effect. Loving the feel of her bare thighs in my palms, my hands continued on their path, slowly to reach her hips. Lifting her up, sitting her on the open photocopier; I nuzzled her breasts, trying to drink in their very essences.
My fingers moved to her covered mound. No good. I wanted skin. Without a thought, I grabbed the underwear, dragging it down her legs before ripping them off in a single move and pocketing them.
Her small cry brought my lips back to hers. Fuck, she tasted so sweet! My action's were becoming a little desperate, but I couldn’t help myself. Kissing her lips my hands returned to her feminine core. She felt so hot in my hands. I caressed the softness of her flesh, smooth, clear of hair. Groaning into her mouth, as my fingers treasured her pussy before leaving it behind as I brought my fingers up to her lips.
“Lick them” I demanded
Her eyes were wide, looking at me with gut wrenching desire. She not only flicked out her tongue to make contact with my fingers, but drew them into her mouth, slowly, sucking hard before releasing them wet. I felt it all the way down in my groin. Rolling my pelvis hard against the machine she sat on for a little relief; my fingers returned to her honey pot, slipping into the folds, opening her up to the glass scanner below her. She was gloriously hot, and so sweet my fingers slid around, finding her clit with ease. Her kiss became insatiable as I worked her clit. Her fingers were digging hard into my upper arms. Pushing me away and yet clinging to me tightly. Her hips were rolling over and over as my fingers worked around her entrance without dipping in.
I played with her a little longer before delving into her dripping depths. Pulling my lips away from hers, I bent my knee, hands tilting her hips and brought my tongue to her opening. Dipping in and tasting her for the first time. I had dreamed of this moment many a time. But nothing prepared me for her sweet honey taste. It was the unreal feeling of coming home.
Fuck - the sexual shock of desire tore through me.
Ahhh, her release tasted of pure nectar, and I drank, drank like the starving man I was. I could hear her muffled cries and took a peak at her face. Our eyes meeting; I took in how she had her hand in her mouth, her white teeth biting down hard to prevent others from hearing her shrieking. I smiled against her clit; One of these days I am going to make her scream with pleasure and I will ensure she won’t care who the hell hears her.
My tongue continued to dance against her clit. Once more before I stood up, sharing her taste with my lips on hers. Tongue was plundering her mouth as I continued to plunge a finger into her depths. Pumping it in and out I noticed how tight she was, My cock ached to be inside her. But no, not this time. This was a time for teasing her, pleasing her. I motioned against the machine with my groin a couple more times for comfort, plunging my finger in and out then adding a second finger. So tight, I felt her building up for another release. I felt her legs wrap around my hips tightly as she drove her pelvis hard against my fingers. I pulled back to watch her face as she exploded with pleasure in my hands. Catching her scream quickly with my mouth, I ground my cock harder against the machines panel, again and again as her muscles withered, flexed, tightened and loosened around my fingertips.
Slowly I released her lips, my fingers dipping out and brought them to my mouth where I watched her as I licked her essences from them. I watched the euphoria in her face move from total pleasure to shock and smiled my wicked smile. Feeling her legs fall, I moved away from her, helping her down, I smoothed her skirt to just above her knees.
I went to say something, but not sure what so I turned and grabbed the files and the sheets of paper that were waiting on the machines feeder. Winking at her, I moved to leave the room, not able to hide the biggest smile I had felt for a very long time.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I enjoyed her lingering scent, then glancing down at the papers I held, my smile grew ten fold. Amazingly they were pretty darn good shots of her beautiful pink pussy, wet with need just for me, My fingers didn’t seem to be in the way, hmm not bad shots at all. I felt quite proud of my cock right at that moment. It had done a great job at pushing the print button each time I had pushed against it. Four great copies. I had to admit to myself; there were in fact, five copies, but I had left one there for her to keep as a memento.
Glancing over my shoulder, I stopped and watched her slowly sinking to the floor, her face holding a blissful shock as she laid her head against the machine. Did that really just happen? A piece of paper caught in her decent, drift down to her lap, she glanced down to it then.
Ahh and there was the reaction I had hope to see. I watched her body stiffen, her expression, horrified, shocked. Her fingers frozen above it as if she was going to grab it, yet couldn’t bring herself to touch it. I leaned over and closed the door behind me as I moved further down the hallway. Laughing under my breath, feeling invigorated. She was everything I thought and dreamed she would be and more.
Now the question was, how exactly could I execute future activities. I needed to get her away from the office. That was for sure, but how?
