I was walking through the offices late one Friday, having finished up on some paperwork. The office cubicles were all empty, or so I thought. I turned off the lights and locked the front door on my way out to my car. I was about to drive off when I saw the silhouetted figure of someone in the office window and suddenly realized I must have turned the office lights off on a co-worker. I started to go back in, when I saw the shapely figure of a young girl appear at the office doors. I watched as she unlocked the doors and then relocked them, walk down the sidewalk and disappear around the corner.
I started up my car and drove around the corner of the building just in time to catch a glimpse of her getting into her small sports car. I didn’t recognize her and wondered who my late-night worker was, since I had’t recently hired anyone. I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
The next Friday, before turning off the office lights, I wandered through the office cubicles. In the back corner, I found a very attractive worker, still sitting at her computer, entering data. I’m pretty sure I startled her with my, “Hello.”
The name tag on her office cubicle read “Melinda”.
I quickly apologized for my startling pronouncement and asked if she was going to be working late. She said she was almost done. I offered to stay and walk her out to her car.
“It’s a safe office park,” I said, “but I can’t let you walk out alone.”
She politely thanked me for the offer and said she was almost finished with her work. I took up a seat opposite of her and pulled out my cell phone. I pretended to be checking email messages and my social media feed, all the while checking her out. She brushed her long brown hair back over her shoulders.
Her skirt had a side slit in it that allowed quite a bit of her stockingless leg to show. Her blouse was lose-fitting, except at the chest level, where the buttons seemingly strained to contain her large breasts. She wore a light shade of glossy pink lipstick and her make-up was soft, complimenting her angelic-like features.
I looked for a wedding band, but didn’t see one.
“Are you new here?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied. She said she had just started a week prior and wanted to make a good impression on her boss.
“Who is your boss?” I asked.
I was startled when she called out my name. I didn’t know her.
“So what do you think about your boss?” I asked.
“I haven’t met him yet,” she replied. “Do you know him?”
“I’ve met him a time or two,” I replied. “He seems like a good guy, but I hear he is a ladies’ man.”
“Yeah,” she replied. “I’ve heard the same thing.”
“Really?” I replied. “From who?”
“Just office talk amongst the ladies,” she replied.
My curiosity was now peaked. I had admired several ladies in the office pool, but never dared to hit on any of them.
“So is this boss, like, approachable?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied, still typing away while she multi-tasked and chatted with me. “I’m hoping so. I hear he is pretty good looking and a charmer.”
“Is he married?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Between you and me, I wouldn’t care. I just want him to be impressed enough with my work to keep me around. Anything else, I would consider a fringe benefit.”
I was stunned by her honesty.
“Please don’t say anything,” she requested.
She tuned off her computer and grabbed her purse. As we walked to the front door, I could smell the sweet aroma of her perfume. She stepped out of the darkened office and I walked her to her car, where I wished her a good night.
I couldn’t get he off my mind, all weekend.
* * * * * * * * * *
On Monday morning, I asked Beth, my administrative assistant about the new girl.
“She is a good hard worker,” Beth told me. “Have you met her yet?”
I told her that I hadn’t, but that I’d like to meet her. Beth called Melinda and told her that I’d like to meet her. I retreated into my corner office, which overlooked the 16th hole of a country club golf course.
I had my back to the door when Melinda entered my office. Beth closed the office door behind her. In the reflection of the glass window, I could see her standing nervously in front of my desk.
I have a question to ask, I said, without turning around.
“Yes sir,” she responded.
“Do you prefer full-bottom panties or t-backs?” I asked.
I’m sure she heard the question and I’m sure it came as a shock.
“Excuse me?” she asked in shock.
I turned around, smiling.
Her hands immediately went to her mouth, in shock, as she recognized me. She blushed about four shades of red, before stammering out, “I am so embarrassed.”
“There is no need to be embarrassed,” I replied.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed as our conversation from Friday night filtered into her thoughts.
“I’m so sorry,” she quickly apologized.
“There is no need to apologize,” I said.
She buried her face in her hands.
I stood up, walked past her and checked the office door to make sure it was locked. I closed the venation blinds that covered the small door length window to my office, stepped next to her and placed my arm around her soft waist. I gently walked her to my office seat and motioned for her to take a seat in my chair while I plopped myself down on the edge of my desk.
She looked up at me, speechless.
“I didn’t mean what I said,” she remarked.
“About me being a ladies’ man or the fringe benefits,” I pressed.
“About you being a ladies’ man,” she replied.
“Well,” I replied, “I am probably guilty on that account.”
I waited a second, and then asked, “So about the fringe benefits…”
I let my voice trail off.
She took a deep breath and then glanced at the bulge that had formed in my trousers.
She bit down on her lower lip and nervously rubbed the palms of her open hands on her uncovered knees. She nervously ran both of her hands to run through her long brown hair as she pulled it back over her shoulders.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I nervously replied. “This is a first for me.”
“How about a blow job?” she asked.
“Only if you feel like it,” I countered.
She inched my office chair forward, slipping out of her stilettos in the process. She placed her hand on my knee and finger walked it towards my crotch, while staring up at me to gage my reaction. Reaching an obvious point of no return, she slipped her hand on to my crotch and felt my erection. I unfastened my belt as she unzipped my trousers. I stood up and they fell to my ankles. My cock strained to be set free from my bikini briefs.
Melinda silently slipped her fingers into my bikini briefs and pulled them down, allowing my eight inch cut rod to spring free.
She slipped her fingers around my shaft and then she gently kissed the purplish-grey bulb before slipping it into her open mouth. I grabbed her head with my hands and a hand full of her long brown hair as she bobbed up and down on my cock. She cupped my testicles in her free hand and gently massaged them.
I pulled her up and we kissed, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths.
“Fuck me,” she breathlessly pleaded.
“Not here,” I said.
She took my hand and pulled it around herself and placed it on her bare ass, as we kissed.
“I have to have you,” she said.
“Not in here,” I repeated.
She took a step back, unfastened the button on her above the knee skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor. She stepped back in close to where I was still seated on my desk, pressing herself against my erection, as she pulled on it and pleaded, “Put it in me.”
I slipped my hands around her waist and planted them on her bare ass. I looped a finger under the edge of her t-back and pulled them down. She quickly stripped them off and bit down on her lower lip as she pressed herself up against me. We kissed, passionately and deeply.
She turned and faced the golf course window view, giving me a perfect view of her shaved and very pink vagina as she spread her legs in front of me, leaning forward and placing her hands on the arm rests of my office chair.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded once again.
I slipped my cock up against her bare ass. She arched her shoulders slightly and I slipped my steel rod into her already moist pussy as she let out a deep sigh. I was surprised at how very wet and ready she was. I pushed my stomach against her ass and within seconds, I exploded inside of her, my arms holding her in close as I could hold her. She trembled and shook as I filled her vagina with my manhood.
She let out another deep sigh and then turned to collapse back on to my office chair. I grabbed some tissues from the Kleenex box on my desk and handed them to her, while I cleaned myself up. She smiled and said, “I hope this was okay.”
I smiled and replied, “It’s always great to get to know a new employee.”
We both got dressed and I thanked her for bringing a freshness to the office that I hadn’t expected.
“I hope you like my work,” she remarked. I assured her that her work was very much noticed and that I was happy to welcome her to the company.
“Let’s not start any rumors about me being a ladies’ man,” I pleaded. She laughed.
“We’ll keep that a secret,” she replied, stepping to towards my office door. She turned and looked in my direction, before opening the door.
“You’re more than welcome to walk me to my car any time,” she said. “I like how that makes me feel.”
I didn’t say a word, but acknowledged her request with a smile and a head nod.
Seven ‘o’clock can’t come fast enough.
