Working at a Transfer Agency was a boring job, at least it was until I met ... her?
The job in itself wasn't boring just very repetitive, having to enter the same information up to 4 times in 4 separate locations just to get things done. I would constantly find myself dozing off in the middle of work. Many-a-time my coworker would have to shake me out of a day dream about some kind of sexually explicit encounter with one of the office's rather good looking receptionist, Mandy. Our office building was only 5 stories high, located on Main and 9th. Quaint food shops interspersed with a few antique stores and a pharmacy populated the little street. Most days I would run down to our local deli and pick myself up a ham on rye. Inside, our offices were all separate, my particular office located near the front of the building by the receptionists desk had a great view overlooking the street. There were locks on our doors and shades covering the windows if we wanted to use them. To be honest I don't think falling asleep at work was that uncommon. I myself have found a few of my coworkers navigating neverland on more than one occasion.
Being of average build with a high metabolism I suppose I am just more susceptible to falling asleep than other folks. It is not that I am scrawny and weak, on the contrary I exercise quite regularly at the Highpoint Fitness facility a few blocks from my house. I eat quite well, or at least I try to, but going to the gym regularly tends to take a lot out of you after awhile, especially at 30. Not to say that I am old but I certainly feel like it sometimes! I suppose this is just not how I pictured my life turning out. I always thought I would have a high paying low stress job, but from what I hear those don't exist. To be young and naive.
It wasn't always this way however, day dreaming about that particular woman, no it was only recently that she, Mandy, was hired on as an assistant secretary slash receptionist. She would do all the normal jobs that a receptionist does, answer the phones, sort through our mail, bring us our morning coffee, though I usually opted for a bottle of water. Passing by her desk everyday I couldn't help but notice her voluptuous curves accented by her smooth, tanned skin, her deep onyx hair and that Hot-Rod Red lipstick she always wore, wow, our morning conversations usually left me in a daze. Many of my routine day dreams would included her hands slowly releasing the clasp on my belt and undoing the buttons on my pants, her long slender fingers with the smoky black fingernails guiding the leash of my zipper down its tracks releasing my 7 inch throbbing cock out of its confines where she would peer up at me with her hazel eyes as she gently wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. As her smooth tongue ran along the underside of my shaft she would drive me wild as she traveled up my length allowing her warm breath and silky lips to work me up to a climax at which point I would release my thick load down her waiting throat, and she would love it, need it and beg for more. It was usually at these moments I would wake up feeling the inside of my boxers wet from the mental orgasm I had just experienced. Alas, this was not the case, she never knelt down in front of me and she never unzipped my pants and she most definitely never blew me. All I had were my dreams, or so I thought.
Up until recently Mandy had never paid much attention to me, not to say she ignored me but she just usually stuck to her job and did what she was told, sure we chatted a few times but the conversation never really passed the point of "I hear it's going to rain today." smooth talker, that's what they call me. About a week ago however that all changed as I was coming back from my usual ham on rye lunch I was passing the washrooms and I noticed as Mandy and I crossed paths she gave me an ever so faint but crystal clear wink. A bit startled by this I stopped and looked behind me to see if she had actually done what I quite clearly saw her do, but she was already gone having entered the washroom. After a moments pause I decided to think nothing of it, so I shrugged it off and went back to my office to finish up some of the paper work I that had left before lunch.
An hour or two later as I was just finish up my paperwork I looked up as she walked by my open door, our eyes connected and she winked once more. This time I was absolutely sure I hadn't mistaken what I had clearly just seen. What should I do? I wondered to myself. What does it mean? Am I supposed to run after her whistling like you see in those old '80s flicks? I chuckled to myself as the image played out in my mind, not likely I thought. Turning it over in my mind I decided I would just stay in my office and finish the remainder of my work. That seemed to be the most sensible and safest thing to do. The rest of the day went by uninterrupted except for the fleeting thought of her in my mind. Having finished my work early I decided to head home.
As I was driving down Parish Rd. I found that I couldn't keep her out of my mind, I kept thinking about eyes, her lips, or her lips on my dick, her hands stroking my shaft begging for me to fuck her. God I needed to get off, and bad. The stop-and-go traffic was definitely not what I needed at that point. I got home however, safe and sound. The voice of Cap, my dog, singing greeting praises in my ear. No time for that I thought, I needed to let go and I needed it now. Taking the stairs 2 at a time I shut my bedroom door behind me, feeling myself already bulging at the crotch needing to break out of my cloth prison. I undid my belt, unbuttoned and dropped my pants laying face up on my bed. I began stroking myself vigorously calling out her name, thinking about how I wanted to bend her over my desk and take her hard and fast. As I would watch her hips thrust back and forth on my cock I would let her screams of ecstasy wash over me until I unleashed my mighty load into her waiting abdomen feeling her shake and quiver from her own furious orgasm. I had cum hard all over my shirt and my legs. It was one of the best orgasms I have ever had in my life. I cleaned myself up and took off my shirt, covered up and fell asleep.
The next morning as I got in to work Mandy was standing in front of her receptionist desk waiting for me water in hand.
"Here is your water, just as you ordered, bottled. There are no messages for you." she had a suspicious smile on her face. As she handed me the bottle of water our fingers brushed which sent electricity through me.
"Er, thanks." I said trying to smile and look normal. "I will be in my office if you need me."
"And I will be out here if you need me." I couldn't be sure but I had a feeling that she had placed extra emphasis on 'need me'.
So I went to my office, pushing open the door I smelled the familiar leather scent in the air from my Chester & Chester leather bound chair. It was relaxing actually. I took a sip of my coffee, sat down, and began my long tedious day of work.
It was about 12 o'clock when I finished the majority of my work and was thinking about heading downstairs for a quick bite to eat as Mandy stepped in to my office.
"Oh, hello Mandy." I said nervously.
"Hi Boss." she said smiling.
She had never called me Boss before. It felt weird, awkward almost, yet hearing her say it sent a tingling sensation through my spine. As she stood there I couldn't help but devour her with my eyes, she was wearing a sleek deep red skirt accented by a black oriental looking pattern running down each side. A white silk top with a black button down shirt christened her voluptuous chest accentuating her curvaceous waist. Her lips were showcasing her usual Hot-Rod Red lipstick taking center stage to her blush cheeks. She seemed to have gone all out this morning, even her fingernails had ornate designs painted in red on them.
"Er.. Can I help you with anything?" I said at last, not sure as to what she wanted.
She looked at me for a few minutes before speaking. "Yes, I think you can." She said slowly as she turned around closing, and subsequently locking, my office door.
"You may not have noticed, but I like you. Actually, I like you a lot."
"Oh . ." Was all I could say.
"Yes, and you know, for . ." She paused looking for the right words. " . . Someone like me, it is hard to find a person that will truly accept me. As I have grown up I have realized that in order to get what I want I have to be forceful." As she was telling me all of this she was walking around my office closing the window shades. "It is not everyday you find someone that you are extremely attracted to, with whom it aches in your loins just thinking about them."
". . I think . . I understand." I was pondering whether I should tell her how I felt about her, but she went on speaking before I could get another word out.
"I have had my eye you for awhile now, I know that you work out almost daily, and you try to eat healthy, and I have heard you moaning in your office when you day dream." She was looking directly into my eyes now, walking around my desk to me.
I stared at her transfixed on her gaze. "I have even heard you moan my name."
Her chest was right in front of my face now, I could smell her La Noir perfume filling my head with all kinds of thoughts.
"Yes, I . . I suppose I have been thinking about you." I couldn't keep from blurting everything out, I was intoxicated by her presence.
"I have thought about you many times actually. Bending you over my desk pushing in to you as you whimper my name."
She smiled coyly at me, watching the bulge in my pants get larger with every fleeting thought.
"Yes, go on, what else have you thought about, hmm? Have you stroked yourself while thinking of me? Have you dreamed about my lips on your hard cock? Lusted about cumming on my tits?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh god, and more!" I was so hard now, I wanted to unzip my pants, rip off her skirt and plow in to her as hard as I could.
"That's good because I have a surprise for you. I want you to close your eyes." she said as she stood there looking down at me. I was a bit stunned but I closed my eyes anyways not knowing, but perhaps hoping, on what was going to happen next.
As soon as my eyes were shut she reached down and took my hand, guiding my fingers over her black shirt. Helping me undo each of her buttons one by one, slowly and deliberately. As the last button had come undone she instructed me to help her take her shirt off, I did. I could feel the silk of her white top under my fingers now as I slid her black shirt off of her slender arms. She moved closer to me, wrapping my hands around to her back as she whispered for me to undo the clasp on her bra. I reached under her silk top, my hands moving slowly over the small of her back, gliding along her smooth tanned skin. Nervously I fumbled with the latch and released her heavy chest from its velvet grip. My face was buried in her shirt inhaling the inebriating scent. She pushed me back slightly as she finally lifted off her top and bra. She pulled me close bringing my face into her heaving chest, my lips brushing the sides of her warm breasts.
I slid my hands around to the front of her chest as she tightened her grip on my hands silently instructing me to squeeze her firm tits.