Part 1 - Chapter 5
It was almost an hour before Ted returned to his office. Pam walked in with some papers in her hand when he was seated behind his desk. "Everything went as expected with the bossman?" she asked.
"Oh sure," he said with a smile. "Any time I do something to increase his revenue, he's happy. He doesn't care what I do as long as it improves the bottom line." He looked at the papers she was holding and asked, "Do you have something for me?"
Pam walked around to his side of the desk and dropped the papers in front of him. "Yes, sir, I do. I have completed the report you asked me to write up for you. I think you'll find that it covers the information you requested."
Ted glanced down at the papers and saw the title. 'What Happens When I Arrive at Ted's House.' He looked up and smiled at her. "Ah yes, this report. I hope it wasn't too difficult to do."
"No, sir," she answered like a respectful assistant. "It was not difficult at all. I think you'll find that it covers the major points."
Standing no more than six inches from his arm, she watched as he began to read her "report." Halfway down the page, she noticed his arm slip off the chair's armrest and, within seconds, felt his hand softly caress the inside of her leg just above her knee and just below the bottom of her skirt.
He slowly moved his hand up her leg about three inches and looked at her. "This is an excellent report, Pam," he said. "I can see you expressed a level of interest in the subject matter."
"Yes, sir," she said again. "It is a topic that always has a great deal of interest for me." Pam lowered her voice and said, "I think that as your hand gets a little higher, you'll discover that it's a topic that also excites me."
In seconds, Ted found that the topic did excite her. His fingers had reached her sex, and she was surprisingly wet. He lightly rubbed his fingers over her wetness. Pam adjusted how she was standing so he could quickly slip a finger inside her wet and needy pussy. "How do you feel about this part right here," Ted asked as he looked up at her again. This time he found that her eyes were half closed and that she wore a look of pleasure and contentment on her face. "I can also sense that you are well prepared."
"I certainly am," Pam whispered. "But not as prepared as I will be about 7:10 tonight."
"What happens at 7:10 tonight?" Ted asked as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her.
She held on to her answer as she concentrated on the feeling between her legs, then finally said, "If I arrive at 7:00 as you ordered, it will take me about ten minutes to strip your clothes off, throw you on the floor and mount you."
Ted slipped his wet finger out of her and replaced it with his thumb. Once his thumb was buried inside her, he began to run his wet finger over her clit. "Floor, you say? Wouldn't you rather do that on my bed?"
It was becoming a challenge for Pam to focus on the conversation now, but she told him, "I don't know that I can wait long enough to get to your bedroom, Ted. The floor is much closer."
"Are you going to be in a hurry?" he teased.
She struggled to stand still and act like nothing was happening under her skirt. Ted had magic fingers and knew exactly what and where to touch her. She leaned over and put her hands on the desk as if she was closely studying the papers there. "Yes, I will be in a hurry, and if you don't stop what you're doing, I'm going to cum right here."
"But I want you to cum, baby. Let it go."
"Oh my god," she whispered.
Ted could feel her pussy tighten around his finger and squeeze it tightly several times before she relaxed. Finally, he let his finger slip out of her, and Pam slowly stood upright. When she was about to speak, Pam watched Ted take the finger that had been inside her and put it into his mouth. He softly groaned as he sucked on his finger to let her know how good she tasted.
She smiled at Ted and said, "If you don't mind, I like to sit down now. I'm feeling a little unsteady." Once seated, she looked up at Ted, saying, "So, is that why you wanted my panties off?"
"That did make it handy," he said with a smile, "but that was not the main reason."
"Would you like to share your reasoning with me," she asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but I am curious."
"The reason is actually straightforward," he told her seriously. "Without your panties, it is difficult for you NOT to think about what's between your legs. It would be the same for me if I was to go commando. You are accustomed to a little piece of nylon or cotton covering your naughty bits. When it's bare, you tend to notice and think about what you're feeling. When you are with me, I want you thinking about that sweet pussy as much as I am."
"Are you thinking about it a lot?" Pam asked.
"Way too much for my own good," he answered truthfully. "You put me to sleep every night I was in California, and more than once, I found that I couldn't stand up because I had a bulge in my pants from thinking about you."
"What about now," she asked. "Is the bulge there now?"
"That's why I'm tucked in under my desk. And I'll bet there's a wet spot on my boxers too."
"I could help you with that situation," Pam said with a smile. "I think you found out I'm pretty talented with my mouth."
"Oh god. Don't tempt me," Ted said. "As I recall, it was the first skill you demonstrated to me of your powers of seduction. Based on last weekend's activities, I'm guessing we are both pretty oral. We both like to feel with our lips and taste with our tongues. But I must tell you that my wife and the few girlfriends I've had would never finish a BJ for me. So I want your assurance that you do that because you enjoy it and not because you just want to please me."
"I'll be frank with you, Ted," she said as she held up her right hand as if taking an oath. "To say I enjoyed it with you would be a gigantic understatement. I loved it. In fact, one of the times I got myself off last night was thinking about you exploding in my mouth 'cause that's what you did. You went off like a cannon, and I wasn't certain I could swallow it all. I won't tell you that I've done that a lot in my pre-Ted world, but you can expect me to do it often in my now-Ted world. It was incredibly erotic." Pam smiled again and said, "And if I keep talking about it, I will have to come back to your side of the desk and inspect your papers again."
"Any time you want to inspect my papers, little lady, please feel free to do so, with 'feel' being the keyword." Ted chuckled.
"I'll keep that in mind," Pam told him with a beaming smile. She hesitated a few seconds and said, "Ted, I want you to know that you've made me very happy. I don't mean just now with your exceptionally talented fingers. I mean by deciding to give our relationship a chance. You won't be sorry, and neither will I. It's something that we both want and need. It may last a few days or a few years, but whatever it is, I will be better for it. I'll go back to work now that I've said my piece. Since you've ordered me to leave by 3:30, I have things to get out of the way before I go. Do you want me to bring anything special to your house?"
Ted smiled.
"No, sweetie, I don't need you to bring anything other than your sexy body. I'll give you food and wine when you want them and something to cover you if you get cold. I would also like to see your toys, and maybe you could show me how you use them."
Pam giggled again, "I call them my Ted Tools."
"You're lying!" he said in disbelief.
"No, I'm not," she laughed. "I've called them that for a couple of years. One of my girlfriends was in town a few months ago and stayed with me for several days. She spotted them one night and asked how I liked them. She didn't know anything about one of them. I told her they were my Ted Tools before I explained to her that I had this very sexy boss I would seduce someday, and those were what I used to help me perfect my seduction skills."
"So you've been planning this for a long time?" Ted asked.
"Oh my god, yes, Ted. I've been plotting for well over a year. I spent the first year I worked here just lusting after you. Then the following year, I started planning. You just laid it in my lap last weekend by inviting me to your house for a work session," she confessed.
He gave her a less-than-serious frown and was about to say something when his phone rang. Ted cocked an eyebrow and said, "It's the old man again." He answered the call, listened, and said, "Certainly. I'll be right down." Ted told Pam, "I've been invited to have lunch with the head-shed. While I would rather stay here and inspect your papers, I've got to share my wisdom with those who have none. I'll see you when I get back."
As he was standing, Pam said, "I'm hoping that you'll inspect my papers once more before I leave for the day."
Ted picked up the little story she had written for him about what she wanted to do when she arrived at his home, folded it, and put it in his desk drawer. "I don't want anyone but me seeing what you wrote. I thought it was kind of kinky, and I might have you do it again."
"Anything you'd like," she said in a sexy, suggestive voice. "I am yours to command."
Pam turned around and walked to the door, and stopped. She looked around to ensure no one was looking while pulling up her skirt in the back so he could see her bare ass. "Remember, this is waiting for you." She held the garment up a few seconds, wriggled her ass at him and let it drop, and walked to her desk.
Ted looked down at the front of his slacks as he pulled on his jacket. "Down, boy," he said, "Not now, but soon."
Ted remained tied up with company management until almost 3:00, regaling them with stories of his trip to California. He knew they were interested because he had scored big points and made a lot of money for the company. He was a hero today but possibly a bum tomorrow. It was always the same thing. What have you done for me lately?
Ted was always happy to be a money maker but especially loved being the Big Money Maker. He enjoyed the spotlight and the praise, but today he just wanted to get out and get home. He had a prize waiting for him and was anxious to claim it.
He arrived back in his office, and Pam came in before he had his coat off. "That's a terrible thing to do to a girl," she scolded.
He had to restrain himself from taking her in his arms and said, "What is terrible?"
Pam gave him a coy smile and answered, "You take a girl's panties, make her think about sex and then leave her alone for more than three hours. You could have at least left me a vibrator."
