At work there are good days, bad days, and busy days; and yesterday had “busy” written all over it. Even before I had reached my desk the phone was ringing. “Audrey, can you do this”, “Audrey can you do that”, “Audrey, make sure the order is on time”.
It was even worse this Monday morning because I had had such a fantastic weekend. My boyfriend, Paul, and I had invited a friend of our over for a BBQ, and he had brought his girlfriend with him. I had first met Charlie at work; he represents a publishing company and we occasionally do business with them. We seemed to get on well, too well in fact, and I struggled to resist his charms at an office party one Christmas, even though Paul was there as well. Soon all three of us became friends, and now we meet up from time to time for drinks and a meal.
Now Charlie is one gorgeous guy, and I must admit that I spent most of Saturday gazing at his stunning body and picturing him with a lot less clothes on than he had. By late evening we were all under the influence of fun and alcohol and at one point the hot tub was mentioned. Charlie seemed keen, and I would not have stopped him stripping out of his jeans and taking a dip with me at all, but his girlfriend didn’t seem to appreciate the opportunity of sampling my boyfriend so the idea was shelved. As they left, I mentioned to Charlie that maybe, next time, he should bring his speedos and that we could spend a while in the spa together. He just smiled and winked at me, “see you soon Audrey, maybe at the office this week, I’ve got a little something that might interest you”. We had definitely rekindled our connection and I had that warm feeling I get when I’m about to make a mistake with a handsome stud.
I was unsure what Charlie saw in me. After all I was not really his type. Charlie’s girlfriends are always tall brunettes, whereas I am blonde, about 5’ 5”, slim, with hazel eyes. But as he walked away down the drive my focus was not on my appearance, but on his muscular frame and tight ass.
Charlie awoke with a start. He knew, without turning to the alarm clock that it was 4am. It was always 4am, it was always in a cold sweat, aching head and a raging hard-on. For her. Audrey.
He rolled onto his back and stared at the cracks in the ceiling, his mind imagining a time when she would be his. With a sigh of resignation he threw back the covers and reached for that hand lotion Audrey loved. The scent filled the room as he coated his hands with a thin layer of the cream that always reminded him of her.
He drew up his legs until his heels were flat against the mattress, his muscles tensed as his hand reached unconsciously for his still hard cock, he imagined.
Imagined the way her shoulders would relax under his massage, the way the skin of her neck would taste against his lips. He let out a barely audible moan as he began to run his hand over his aching tip and closed around his swollen shaft. Gently, almost lovingly he stroked his hand over himself.
His other hand slid across his sweat soaked stomach as he focused his mind on her perfectly formed breasts. The imagined the weight of them, and his hand moved faster. The soft, quivering sound she would make as he closed his mouth around her nipple to tug. How it sprang out of his mouth: wet, erect, perfect. He could almost sense them rubbing across his chest and it made him groan with the desire to feel them for real.
The thoughts came faster now, more primal, and with that the tempo of his hands quickened, bringing him closer to the release he sought. He gripped himself tighter.....harder, stroked faster at what was invading his mind: Parting her legs, her wet pussy glistening, running his hands over her hips and under her buttock, lifting her to meet his kiss. He imagined how he would feast on her juices.....imagined her scent as he would bring his head down and gently probe her with his tongue. The one part of her that was his, the need to have it, to feel her contract around his tongue and feel her seep down his throat. Knowing that he had reduced her to this: a shaking mass of need. For him.
His mouth opened and he ran his tongue over his lips, caught up in the imagining of her taste, her fee ,the way her engorged clit stood at attention, waiting for him.
He was almost there. He could feel the build up tightening up every muscle in his back and bent legs and he knew it wouldn't be long before he could rest once more.
He pulled at his rod almost viciously as finally, he imagined how it would feel to slide into her, hear her whimpers and tiny keening noises that would drive him close to the edge of reason as he pushed himself deep inside her. The walls of her pussy clamping down on his straining cock, the suction as he worked his full length into her, and back out as they built their rhythm to a frenzy. He imagined it all. He never had been held so close and so deep as when he was inside her.
Just as his mind dared to imagine her wetness raining down his aching cock, Charlie found the release he sought. It went on forever as his back arched up off the bed and he surrendered himself to the moment.
Staring at the ceiling once more, sated, for now.....he knew what he had to do.....
The calls continued, seemingly without a break, until I received the one request I had been dreading: “Audrey, I need the staff schedule by noon”.
I enjoy my job, but not compiling the staff schedule. It’s complicated, tedious and very time-consuming, but when the Chief calls it has to be done. So at 11am I settled down in front on my computer and started planning the work schedule for 80 staff. Very soon I was bored, the only way to make this task do-able was with a little help from my friends, specifically Mr James Marshall Hendrix. I plugged my iPod in, turned up the volume and let some 1960’s purple haze stream through my body.
After about 15 minutes I was totally absorbed, Hendrix was on fire and I was making progress with the schedule, so that made the feel of hands on my shoulders even more shocking. I literally jumped at his touch, but the weight of his hands pushed me back onto my seat then quickly covered my eyes with his hands.
I guessed it was Paul, he’s always doing things like that at home, jumping out on me when I’m not expecting it. Just like a big kid, really, not that I mind, “it keeps us young” he says.
“Oh, my God, Paul,” I gasped, “you made me jump.” He said nothing, so I tried to turn in order to see his face. “No”, he grunted very softly and kept me facing the computer. Still standing behind me, he started to massage my tense shoulders. I switched off my iPod, “Paul, why are you here, and why the stupid voice?” still no reply but the massage continued. In the past Paul had occasionally visited me at work, usually on my birthday, or if we had had a fight. I had no idea he was coming today, but I was not going to turn a neck massage down.
I was still facing the PC, but feeling much more relaxed as his strong fingers worked their magic.
“Mmm, babe, that’s wonderful, you can do that every day if you like” I hummed.
Then, without warning, a soft piece of material, probably a scarf, was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes.
“Paul!” I cried, “what the hell are you doing? Paul, stop it!”, his reply was succinct and his intentions clear: he simply bent forward, parted my blonde hair, and gently kissed the back of my neck.
“Paul, we can’t, someone might come in,” I protested, “and I have this work to do”. He kissed me again, and continued the massage in silence. My neck is one of the most sensitive parts of my body, and his warm lips were exciting every nerve, “Paul”, I said again a little less urgently this time, “Paul, lock the door”.
I heard the lock click, then felt his hands running down from my shoulders to my breasts, inside my blouse. I was melting, his lips were pressed against my neck and his fingers teasing my nipples – the work schedule could wait, I was far too hot to concentrate on that.
With one swift movement he spun my chair around so that I was facing him, though I still couldn’t see anything through the blindfold. He kissed my full on the lips and his hands slipped down to my skirt and then onto my legs. He ran his fingers up and down my thighs, still kissing me; then I felt him reach for my string. Grasping the waist band he gently pulled my thong and I raised my ass from the seat making it easier for him to remove it. There was no stopping us now.
He placed his hands on my knees and gently moved them apart, as wide as the arms of the chair would allow, kissing me on the lips continually. Suddenly he pulled away then was kissing along my left thigh, from my knee to my crotch. Not being able to see him only made it more exciting, what would he do next, what would his next move be?
Quickly he moved to my right thigh, gently brushing my pussy lips as he did. He kissed me all the way down to my knee, then slowly back up again. As he moved his head across one more time I grabbed him with my hands, this time he was not going to miss my hot spot. I held him firmly with his lips against my pussy, “lick me babe,” I whimpered, “please lick me”. Strangely his hair felt much shorter than usual, but Paul had mentioned getting a trim, so I assumed he had that morning.
He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and I could feel his warm breath on my sex. The first touch of his soft tongue against my button was electrifying and I couldn’t help but moan. He worked his tongue up and down my slit, flicking and sucking my clit, and making my body shudder each time. Somehow he felt different, the way his tongue moved over my body was not the same as it was in bed last time, but I was not going to complain.
“God, babe, I can’t do this anymore, I’m almost cumming”, I moaned, but he didn’t stop, his tongue was lapping at my wet hole faster and faster, and I was drifting into a state of orgasmic pleasure.
The sound was unmistakable, he was opening his zip. He stopped licking me and pulled me to the edge of the chair. There was a shuffle of material and I guessed that he had removed his trousers, then the next instant I knew for sure because the head of his cock was pressing against my still tingling pussy.
I moved even closer to the edge of the chair, pushing myself onto his rampant tool. The head slipped into me, taking my breath away. “Oh God, that’s what I need, babe”, I cried. He pushed harder and suddenly he was fully in me. I arched my back and lifted myself slightly off the chair. “Jesus, that feels really huge” I moaned, “Paul, go gently babe”.
His cock felt enormous inside me, not just the length of it but also the thickness. He was really stretching me and the combined feelings of pleasure and pain were unbelievable. I had never experienced it so intently before and I can only assume that it was been caused by the position I was in and the fact that my legs were restricted by the arms of the chair. If simply changing position could make this much difference I would have sex in a chair every night, I thought.
Slowly withdrawing I could feel the full length of his cock, it seemed to go on and on forever. With one push he slammed it back in and I threw my head towards him almost doubling over. “Babe, you feel fucking massive today”.
He started pumping me and my pussy felt like it was on fire. I grabbed his ass with my hands and, oh God, it felt so good. Each time he pulled back I could feel my pussy grasping at his hard cock not wanting to let that big, pleasure-inducing tool out of me. I was soon gone, an orgasm was searing through my body like and an electric pulse, “I’m cumming babe, don’t stop, please don’t stop”. He kept thrusting, then grunting, I’d never heard Paul grunt like that before, obviously the circumstances were bringing out the animal in him. I loved it. It was so much more exciting than at home; he felt like a different man.
Faster and faster he moved his hips. His thrusts seemed to be getting deeper, lifting me off the chair each time, Paul had never fucked me like this before and I could feel my juices literally pouring out of me and over his hard, unbridled cock.
“Cum inside me babe, please, fill me, fill me now” I begged. This triggered something in his mind because the next thrust was even harder and I could feel his spunk jetting in to me. For several seconds he was shooting his cum into my body, jet after jet until he was completely spent.
I lay in the chair trying to regain my senses when I heard the lock click on the door. Before I could remove the scarf and turn around he was gone. My office lover was disappearing down the corridor and away.
At speed I made myself decent, darted out of my office and hurried down the corridor forgetting about the sopping chair I had left behind.
“Have you see Paul?” I asked Anthea as she stepped out of the elevator.
“Paul?”
“Yes, you know, my other half”, I explained.
“Oh, I didn’t know he was here today. Sorry no, I haven’t”, Anthea replied. “But did your friend from the publications company catch up with you, he said he needed a chat about the new campaign?”
“Do you mean Charlie? No, I haven’t seen him. He is gorgeous, isn’t he, I wouldn’t climb over him to get to any of the guys here, would you?” I replied.
“No I wouldn’t, I just wish he fancied me as much as he does you.”
“You think I have a chance with him then?” I said, blushing a little.
“Definitely. You know that he had Gloria in accounts?”
“You’re kidding, Gloria, how do you know?”
“She told me, she also told me a few other things about the gorgeous Charlie”, she said with a smirk.
“Go on then, spill”.
“Well,” Anthea muttered then in a soft voice so as not to be over-heard, “apparently he loves to massage, and he’s got an enormous cock, well that’s what Gloria said.”
“Oh my God, she’s a real tart, Gloria”, I said laughing.
“Anyway, did you see him?”
“No I didn’t, I’ll see him later, I’ve, been a little, er, busy this morning. You know, work stuff.”
“Well you won’t see him later, Audrey, I’ve just seen him leave the building”.
It was even worse this Monday morning because I had had such a fantastic weekend. My boyfriend, Paul, and I had invited a friend of our over for a BBQ, and he had brought his girlfriend with him. I had first met Charlie at work; he represents a publishing company and we occasionally do business with them. We seemed to get on well, too well in fact, and I struggled to resist his charms at an office party one Christmas, even though Paul was there as well. Soon all three of us became friends, and now we meet up from time to time for drinks and a meal.
Now Charlie is one gorgeous guy, and I must admit that I spent most of Saturday gazing at his stunning body and picturing him with a lot less clothes on than he had. By late evening we were all under the influence of fun and alcohol and at one point the hot tub was mentioned. Charlie seemed keen, and I would not have stopped him stripping out of his jeans and taking a dip with me at all, but his girlfriend didn’t seem to appreciate the opportunity of sampling my boyfriend so the idea was shelved. As they left, I mentioned to Charlie that maybe, next time, he should bring his speedos and that we could spend a while in the spa together. He just smiled and winked at me, “see you soon Audrey, maybe at the office this week, I’ve got a little something that might interest you”. We had definitely rekindled our connection and I had that warm feeling I get when I’m about to make a mistake with a handsome stud.
I was unsure what Charlie saw in me. After all I was not really his type. Charlie’s girlfriends are always tall brunettes, whereas I am blonde, about 5’ 5”, slim, with hazel eyes. But as he walked away down the drive my focus was not on my appearance, but on his muscular frame and tight ass.
Charlie awoke with a start. He knew, without turning to the alarm clock that it was 4am. It was always 4am, it was always in a cold sweat, aching head and a raging hard-on. For her. Audrey.
He rolled onto his back and stared at the cracks in the ceiling, his mind imagining a time when she would be his. With a sigh of resignation he threw back the covers and reached for that hand lotion Audrey loved. The scent filled the room as he coated his hands with a thin layer of the cream that always reminded him of her.
He drew up his legs until his heels were flat against the mattress, his muscles tensed as his hand reached unconsciously for his still hard cock, he imagined.
Imagined the way her shoulders would relax under his massage, the way the skin of her neck would taste against his lips. He let out a barely audible moan as he began to run his hand over his aching tip and closed around his swollen shaft. Gently, almost lovingly he stroked his hand over himself.
His other hand slid across his sweat soaked stomach as he focused his mind on her perfectly formed breasts. The imagined the weight of them, and his hand moved faster. The soft, quivering sound she would make as he closed his mouth around her nipple to tug. How it sprang out of his mouth: wet, erect, perfect. He could almost sense them rubbing across his chest and it made him groan with the desire to feel them for real.
The thoughts came faster now, more primal, and with that the tempo of his hands quickened, bringing him closer to the release he sought. He gripped himself tighter.....harder, stroked faster at what was invading his mind: Parting her legs, her wet pussy glistening, running his hands over her hips and under her buttock, lifting her to meet his kiss. He imagined how he would feast on her juices.....imagined her scent as he would bring his head down and gently probe her with his tongue. The one part of her that was his, the need to have it, to feel her contract around his tongue and feel her seep down his throat. Knowing that he had reduced her to this: a shaking mass of need. For him.
His mouth opened and he ran his tongue over his lips, caught up in the imagining of her taste, her fee ,the way her engorged clit stood at attention, waiting for him.
He was almost there. He could feel the build up tightening up every muscle in his back and bent legs and he knew it wouldn't be long before he could rest once more.
He pulled at his rod almost viciously as finally, he imagined how it would feel to slide into her, hear her whimpers and tiny keening noises that would drive him close to the edge of reason as he pushed himself deep inside her. The walls of her pussy clamping down on his straining cock, the suction as he worked his full length into her, and back out as they built their rhythm to a frenzy. He imagined it all. He never had been held so close and so deep as when he was inside her.
Just as his mind dared to imagine her wetness raining down his aching cock, Charlie found the release he sought. It went on forever as his back arched up off the bed and he surrendered himself to the moment.
Staring at the ceiling once more, sated, for now.....he knew what he had to do.....
The calls continued, seemingly without a break, until I received the one request I had been dreading: “Audrey, I need the staff schedule by noon”.
I enjoy my job, but not compiling the staff schedule. It’s complicated, tedious and very time-consuming, but when the Chief calls it has to be done. So at 11am I settled down in front on my computer and started planning the work schedule for 80 staff. Very soon I was bored, the only way to make this task do-able was with a little help from my friends, specifically Mr James Marshall Hendrix. I plugged my iPod in, turned up the volume and let some 1960’s purple haze stream through my body.
After about 15 minutes I was totally absorbed, Hendrix was on fire and I was making progress with the schedule, so that made the feel of hands on my shoulders even more shocking. I literally jumped at his touch, but the weight of his hands pushed me back onto my seat then quickly covered my eyes with his hands.
I guessed it was Paul, he’s always doing things like that at home, jumping out on me when I’m not expecting it. Just like a big kid, really, not that I mind, “it keeps us young” he says.
“Oh, my God, Paul,” I gasped, “you made me jump.” He said nothing, so I tried to turn in order to see his face. “No”, he grunted very softly and kept me facing the computer. Still standing behind me, he started to massage my tense shoulders. I switched off my iPod, “Paul, why are you here, and why the stupid voice?” still no reply but the massage continued. In the past Paul had occasionally visited me at work, usually on my birthday, or if we had had a fight. I had no idea he was coming today, but I was not going to turn a neck massage down.
I was still facing the PC, but feeling much more relaxed as his strong fingers worked their magic.
“Mmm, babe, that’s wonderful, you can do that every day if you like” I hummed.
Then, without warning, a soft piece of material, probably a scarf, was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes.
“Paul!” I cried, “what the hell are you doing? Paul, stop it!”, his reply was succinct and his intentions clear: he simply bent forward, parted my blonde hair, and gently kissed the back of my neck.
“Paul, we can’t, someone might come in,” I protested, “and I have this work to do”. He kissed me again, and continued the massage in silence. My neck is one of the most sensitive parts of my body, and his warm lips were exciting every nerve, “Paul”, I said again a little less urgently this time, “Paul, lock the door”.
I heard the lock click, then felt his hands running down from my shoulders to my breasts, inside my blouse. I was melting, his lips were pressed against my neck and his fingers teasing my nipples – the work schedule could wait, I was far too hot to concentrate on that.
With one swift movement he spun my chair around so that I was facing him, though I still couldn’t see anything through the blindfold. He kissed my full on the lips and his hands slipped down to my skirt and then onto my legs. He ran his fingers up and down my thighs, still kissing me; then I felt him reach for my string. Grasping the waist band he gently pulled my thong and I raised my ass from the seat making it easier for him to remove it. There was no stopping us now.
He placed his hands on my knees and gently moved them apart, as wide as the arms of the chair would allow, kissing me on the lips continually. Suddenly he pulled away then was kissing along my left thigh, from my knee to my crotch. Not being able to see him only made it more exciting, what would he do next, what would his next move be?
Quickly he moved to my right thigh, gently brushing my pussy lips as he did. He kissed me all the way down to my knee, then slowly back up again. As he moved his head across one more time I grabbed him with my hands, this time he was not going to miss my hot spot. I held him firmly with his lips against my pussy, “lick me babe,” I whimpered, “please lick me”. Strangely his hair felt much shorter than usual, but Paul had mentioned getting a trim, so I assumed he had that morning.
He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and I could feel his warm breath on my sex. The first touch of his soft tongue against my button was electrifying and I couldn’t help but moan. He worked his tongue up and down my slit, flicking and sucking my clit, and making my body shudder each time. Somehow he felt different, the way his tongue moved over my body was not the same as it was in bed last time, but I was not going to complain.
“God, babe, I can’t do this anymore, I’m almost cumming”, I moaned, but he didn’t stop, his tongue was lapping at my wet hole faster and faster, and I was drifting into a state of orgasmic pleasure.
The sound was unmistakable, he was opening his zip. He stopped licking me and pulled me to the edge of the chair. There was a shuffle of material and I guessed that he had removed his trousers, then the next instant I knew for sure because the head of his cock was pressing against my still tingling pussy.
I moved even closer to the edge of the chair, pushing myself onto his rampant tool. The head slipped into me, taking my breath away. “Oh God, that’s what I need, babe”, I cried. He pushed harder and suddenly he was fully in me. I arched my back and lifted myself slightly off the chair. “Jesus, that feels really huge” I moaned, “Paul, go gently babe”.
His cock felt enormous inside me, not just the length of it but also the thickness. He was really stretching me and the combined feelings of pleasure and pain were unbelievable. I had never experienced it so intently before and I can only assume that it was been caused by the position I was in and the fact that my legs were restricted by the arms of the chair. If simply changing position could make this much difference I would have sex in a chair every night, I thought.
Slowly withdrawing I could feel the full length of his cock, it seemed to go on and on forever. With one push he slammed it back in and I threw my head towards him almost doubling over. “Babe, you feel fucking massive today”.
He started pumping me and my pussy felt like it was on fire. I grabbed his ass with my hands and, oh God, it felt so good. Each time he pulled back I could feel my pussy grasping at his hard cock not wanting to let that big, pleasure-inducing tool out of me. I was soon gone, an orgasm was searing through my body like and an electric pulse, “I’m cumming babe, don’t stop, please don’t stop”. He kept thrusting, then grunting, I’d never heard Paul grunt like that before, obviously the circumstances were bringing out the animal in him. I loved it. It was so much more exciting than at home; he felt like a different man.
Faster and faster he moved his hips. His thrusts seemed to be getting deeper, lifting me off the chair each time, Paul had never fucked me like this before and I could feel my juices literally pouring out of me and over his hard, unbridled cock.
“Cum inside me babe, please, fill me, fill me now” I begged. This triggered something in his mind because the next thrust was even harder and I could feel his spunk jetting in to me. For several seconds he was shooting his cum into my body, jet after jet until he was completely spent.
I lay in the chair trying to regain my senses when I heard the lock click on the door. Before I could remove the scarf and turn around he was gone. My office lover was disappearing down the corridor and away.
At speed I made myself decent, darted out of my office and hurried down the corridor forgetting about the sopping chair I had left behind.
“Have you see Paul?” I asked Anthea as she stepped out of the elevator.
“Paul?”
“Yes, you know, my other half”, I explained.
“Oh, I didn’t know he was here today. Sorry no, I haven’t”, Anthea replied. “But did your friend from the publications company catch up with you, he said he needed a chat about the new campaign?”
“Do you mean Charlie? No, I haven’t seen him. He is gorgeous, isn’t he, I wouldn’t climb over him to get to any of the guys here, would you?” I replied.
“No I wouldn’t, I just wish he fancied me as much as he does you.”
“You think I have a chance with him then?” I said, blushing a little.
“Definitely. You know that he had Gloria in accounts?”
“You’re kidding, Gloria, how do you know?”
“She told me, she also told me a few other things about the gorgeous Charlie”, she said with a smirk.
“Go on then, spill”.
“Well,” Anthea muttered then in a soft voice so as not to be over-heard, “apparently he loves to massage, and he’s got an enormous cock, well that’s what Gloria said.”
“Oh my God, she’s a real tart, Gloria”, I said laughing.
“Anyway, did you see him?”
“No I didn’t, I’ll see him later, I’ve, been a little, er, busy this morning. You know, work stuff.”
“Well you won’t see him later, Audrey, I’ve just seen him leave the building”.
