MR. Thompson

Chapter 1

I had been looking forward to the night I decided to give myself to my boyfriend for weeks, planning every detail, picking out just the right negligee in his favorite color, feeding him his favorite food with my mouth as we made love. Josh and I were high school sweethearts and my perfect night with him needed to be a surprise. Little did I know, the surprise was going to be on me.

I dressed in the new negligee I bought, a light blue piece with lace hugging my curves in just the right places. The only other things on my body were matching heels and a black trench coat. I snuck into his apartment earlier that day, hiding frozen fruit in the freezer. The night was going to be perfect.

When I got there, I used my key to sneak in expecting to hear his basketball bouncing off the wall or a video game being played. Moans from a female voice never entered my mind until I got closer to his room.

I pushed on the partially open door and watched Susan grinding her pelvis back and forth on Josh’s cock. Her head was back allowing her long red hair to touch his thighs. Her hands braced her body over his knees as she arched her back, and her breasts moved like jello as she moved back and forth. I actually anticipated how long it would be before he got her to orgasm by the way she was panting.

Before he discovered me standing there with my coat undone and hanging open, I figured it would only have been a few more minutes.

I remember the look on his face as he shoved her off him and grabbed the blanket to cover himself. I remember how annoyed Susan looked without a shred of remorse, until later of course.

She begged for my forgiveness saying she got caught up in the moment but I knew better. They had been fucking for a few weeks before I caught them. Josh wouldn’t even look at me. He broke it off against my wishes saying how unworthy he was of me.

I giggled and looked over at Camille as she wrapped her beautifully manicured dark brown fingers around her coffee cup. “I still masturbate to that memory.”

“It doesn’t bother you that he cheated on you with your best friend?”

“It should have, I know.” I leaned toward her and whispered, “but actually, it makes me very horny. I’m more angry that he broke up with me, pathetic pansy.”

“How long ago did this all happen?”

“It was toward the end of my senior year.”

“And how old are you now?”

“Nineteen.”

“I thought so. I remember when you started working here a few months ago. I have to say, if you were gay, I’d have been all up in your business. I had to ask someone if you were an intern or one of the guy’s daughters playing around in the office. I still can’t believe you are so young and already up in the corporate offices.”

“Well, I’m still just a receptionist, but I see good things popping up for me here.”

I glanced at the table next to us and caught Mr. Thompson soaking in our every word. I smiled and felt arousal begin deep inside me.

Mr. Thompson was a beautiful man, tall, strong and as much a man as every woman he has been with desires in her bed. I watched him until his eyes locked onto mine and I held his gaze until Camille’s fingers cascaded across mine. I jerked back to her attention and saw the lust in her eyes.

“If you ever decide you want to check out the other side, you let me know, huh?”

“I might just do that,” I said, watching her get up from the table. Camille wouldn’t have been my first lesbian adventure, but she sure was a hell of a lot more alluring and sensual.

As soon as she moved away, Mr. Thompson was in full view, his eyes still glued to mine. It gave me a flutter in my stomach that fed down between my legs.

I secretly begged for him to say something to me, proposition me, give me something to go on, but he stood up and walked out of the lunchroom and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.

I lay in my bed that night with not a stitch of clothing on, my fingers in between my legs stroking myself to the way Susan’s hair cascaded down to my boyfriend’s thighs, small gasps escaping her lips as he buried his cock deep inside her. His large hands webbed around her waist as he directed her up and down. I pushed my fingers inside me and fingered myself to orgasm wondering how loud she would have came.

I often wondered if waiting so long was a good idea. I felt like I missed out. Laying there with the feel of my cool sheets on my naked body, I smiled at the way Mr. Thompson looked at me in the lunchroom at work earlier. There were definite sparks, and the idea of a man like that being my first was enough reason I was happy I waited.

I looked forward to going to work the next morning, dressing a little more provocatively than I was used to. My dress was still quite conservative, but my first pair of thongs made me feel dangerous and sexy.

When I didn’t get to run into Mr. Thomson, the day proved to be disappointing. The next few days after that were much the same and I was beginning to think that maybe I misread the looks he gave me in the lunch room.

An email from corporate came through asking me to work late on a project that had fallen behind. Of course, I agreed loving the overtime money and I met with some of the department heads about the details.

“Mr. Thompson is still out of town on business and isn’t expected to be back in until tomorrow afternoon. Unfortunately, he took half his department with him, so there is no one to finish up the details on the Furlong contracts.”

It was good to know why he was avoiding me and I sat up a little taller.

“I’m familiar with it. I helped negotiate when they first came to us,” I said, confident I could produce results.

“Very good. The files are on top of Mr. Thompson’s file cabinet in the corner. If you have any questions, I will have my phone with me all evening.”

By the end of the day, I was tired but excited to be working with something that pertained directly to Mr. Thompson. I have only been in his office a handful of times, and it was only for brief moments, but each time I felt its power. The large dark furniture and wide open window overlooking the city always did something to me.

By the time I had the opportunity to go to the top floor where Mr. Thompson’s office was, it was pushing six thirty. The entire floor was quiet, and only a few lights were still on from the few people who were way too dedicated to their jobs. I walked in through his door, and the smell of leather wafted into my senses. I inhaled deeply, looking around the large office. My body was already responding to the professional feel of the room as I switched on a desk lamp and closed the door. I pulled the blinds open and marveled over the sun carefully inching down over the city.

I grabbed the files that were stacked on the cabinet and walked to the small conference table on a far wall. Thinking twice about it, I eyeballed his desk and smirked. I walked to his desk and set the files on the clean surface. His office was as neat as it could be with everything in its place.

I stood between his large desk and the leather chair behind me, lifted my dress to my waist and sat down. The cool leather on my bare bottom felt sexy. I wiggled my ass around feeling an arousal deep within. I ran my fingers along the side of the desk imagining his chest leaning against it as he worked. I wondered how many women he fucked on the top of this desk as I ran my hand along the surface.