Thirty years had passed since I first walked in the door and sat in my office. They had passed quickly. I looked around the room as I sat back and thought about the time I had spent here. More than at home some years with the late nights, deadlines and conference calls to accommodate time differences. It had been both fulfilling and stressful. Now it was over.
The clock on the wall has also been there thirty years. It is a small wooden clock with a pendulum, like a baby Grandfather clock. The glass front door of the oak cabinet revealed the brass mechanism behind the gold face. Every Monday morning I put the brass key in and wound the clock up to ensure it stayed in time. Tic toc, tic toc, tic toc… every day for thirty years it echoed in my office.
I remembered having to explain the Roman numerals to the younger staff members. They would look at me with a grin and joke about my reluctance to embrace new technology. I would laugh when they found out I was more tech-savvy than they were.
As the small hand reached V and the large one XII the clock chimed five times. I listened for the last time as it told me that my time was up, my tenure over.
Blanca appeared in the doorway, her hands on her curvy hips and a big smile on her beautiful face.
“Party time, Boss Man,” she said in her perky Columbian accent.
Blanca had been my assistant for the last thirty years, the first hire in my new position. I had interviewed over fifty candidates before deciding to give the young single mother from Medellin a chance. Her eagerness and personality had won me over. Although less educated and less qualified than most of the other candidates, she proved herself to be an efficient, hard-working and dedicated professional. We worked well together and shared our successes and failures, both professional and personal.
I looked at the now-mature woman in the doorway. She was tall, curvy and beautiful with her long black hair, dark eyes and full, pouty lips. Her large breasts strained against the buttons on her blouse, and the deep cleavage was as appealing as always. Her full hips curved out from her waist, the charcoal pencil skirt hugging her tightly. Her shapely long legs led to the black stiletto heels on her feet. She was as appealing now as when she was twenty-two.
“What are you looking at?” she asked with a sly grin.
“You,” I replied. “Just thinking of your first day here.”
“That’s not what you were thinking,” she teased. “What are you really thinking about?”
I gazed into her smouldering eyes for a moment before answering.
“I was thinking of how beautiful and sexually appealing you are.”
She blushed and looked down at the floor. I had never expressed my lusty feelings for her, had never made comments about her sexy demeanour and curvy appeal even though she drove me wild for thirty years.
“Thank you,” she said quietly as she lifted her head and smiled at me.
“Party time!” I announced as I stood up and walked to the doorway. “Let’s go have some drinks and say goodbye to everyone.”
“Yes, let’s,” she said with a nod.
We took the elevator to the top floor and were cheerfully greeted by a large crowd. I shook hands, got my back slapped and mingled with my fellow staff members. We had drinks and food as the congratulations on my retirement kept coming. Blanca stayed close, always seeming to have another drink ready. I felt her hand touch mine a few times, her slender fingers caressing mine as we stood together and chatted with the others.
Each time I glanced over at her I got a sly grin and her dark eyes seemed even darker than normal. She started standing closer, her hip touching mine. I could smell the familiar scent of her musky perfume as she gently pressed into me. I felt her turn slightly and her hand caressed the small of my back as her breasts pushed into me. Her hot breath fell across my neck as she whispered in my ear.
“Come with me, Boss Man.”
We quietly slipped out of the room, and she took me by the hand and led me down the hallway. A key suddenly appeared in her hand, and she unlocked the door to the file room. She pulled me into the room, closed the door and turned the lock before turning to face me.
“We are no longer coworkers,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked as I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Oh, very sure, Boss Man,” she whispered hoarsely as our lips met for the first time.
Thirty years of pent-up sexual attraction burst forth in a frenzy of passion as we kissed deeply. Our tongues wrestled as our hands travelled our bodies, my fingers finally touching those delicious curves. I ran my hands up her sides and cupped her huge breasts, feeling them fill my hands as I squeezed the firm flesh. I felt her hand rubbing my crotch and heard her moan into my mouth as her fingers traced the length of my now-swollen shaft.
I felt her undo my belt as I slid my hands down to her hips and around to her ass. The button and zipper were opened in an instant as my cock pushed out and my pants and boxers fell to the floor. I felt her hand on my cock as she stroked it slowly.
“Very nice, Boss Man,” she giggled. “I like it very much.”
I lifted her skirt, yanked down her panties and grabbed her by the back of her thighs as I pressed her against the door. Her legs parted as I moved into her and my throbbing shaft found her wet opening. We groaned as my cock pushed into her silky wetness and I began thrusting as her knees pushed tightly into my waist. I held her up as we fucked against the door and continued kissing until I felt her legs dropping down. I pulled out and let her stand.
“I’m not that young anymore,” she giggled. “Do me from behind.”
She moved to the filing cabinet, bent over and put her hands on the cabinet. I quickly moved behind her, flipped her skirt up and buried my aching cock in her again. Her shoulders shook with each thrust as I pounded into her, both of us grunting and moaning as we approached climax.
With a deep thrust, I unloaded inside of her, my swollen balls emptying the huge load as her pussy clenched tightly. The orgasm was intense and my knees shook as it washed over me. I held her hips tightly and felt her quivering as my climax began to subside. I slowly pumped my cock and enjoyed the feel of her until my cock softened and slipped out.
She stood up and turned to me, embracing me in a tight hug as we kissed deeply. She pulled her mouth away and gazed into my eyes.
“I have thought of this sooo many times,” she whispered.
“Me, too,” I replied as I gently touched her cheek. “Many, many times.”
We kissed again and began straightening our clothes. After a quick check of each other, we returned to the party and began mingling again. Soon people began leaving and it was time to go. After a round of handshakes and hugs, we left the party and returned to my office to gather our things.
We hugged and shared a long, tender kiss before we said goodbye.
“Don’t forget your clock,” she added as she went out the door.
