Mag-log inOn the other side of the room I heard Gretta slap her pussy, whimper and resume masturbating. I responded by jacking off more forcefully, the slippery sound of my hand sliding up and down my shaft becoming more unmistakable.
Inside my mind a voice screamed, "You'd better stop, she's going to hear you!" only to be drowned out by another, So what! Listen to what she's doing, I'll bet she can hear you, as a matter of fact I hope she does." We carried on in this fashion for several minutes, Gretta openly masturbating just a few feet away and me doing the same thing furtively under the covers. Every time she slapped her pussy I responded by becoming more overt in my masturbation flaunting my excitement in response to her obvious carnality. We took turns, each of us teasing the other, responding to the other and becoming more aroused because we knew the other was also aroused and this excited us even more. Finally I couldn't stand it any more. Telling myself the steaminess and warmth under my covers was unbearable I gently slipped the cover and sheet up exposing my cock to the cool air and continued jacking off, the sound mixing with the slippery sound of Gretta as she did the same not four feet away. The feeling of liberation and sheer lust was indescribable, as we both became bolder and even more sexually excited by the sheer shameless unnatural sensuality of this situation. She slapped her pussy and then rubbed it feverishly. I slapped my cock, sending drops of sperm flying. I could hear them spatter as I resumed jacking my slick and rigid cock and listened to Gretta doing the same thing to her wet and slippery cunt. After nearly an hour my eyes had adjusted well enough to be able to see Gretta's hand moving between her legs. I could smell her excitement and I suppose she could smell mine as well. I was just at the point where I was going to have to either slip the covers back on and spray come all over myself or else squirt it onto the floor. I could tell Gretta was pretty much at the same place when the phone rang cutting across my consciousness like an explosion. Without thinking, I flipped the covers back over myself and listened as Gretta slipped out of bed and softly padded to the table next to the door where the phone sat. It wasn't hard to feign sleep when she switched on the desk lamp by the phone and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" I sat up in bed blinking my eyes. Yes, this is she." Who is it?" I asked in my best just woke up out of a sound slumber voice. Are you sure?" As my eyes began to focus in the blinding 40-watt light I could see that Gretta was still wearing the oversized T-shirt I had lent her for bed. She was turned away from me as she spoke into the phone so I couldn't see her face. Glancing down I was glad she was turned away because my erection was clearly visible towering under the covers. I discreetly readjusted my position, slipping my hard on back into my underwear so it appeared to be a rather large fold in the cover. OK, thanks for letting us know." Gretta replaced the receiver on the cradle, turned to me and said, "We may be stuck here for a while, that was our airline calling to say the earliest flight we can get on won't leave until late in the afternoon and that's not a for sure thing." I guess I can live with that, did you have anywhere you needed to be?" Gretta smiled and said, "Not really, I guess this means we get to sleep late." I guess we do." She sat down at the end of my bed. Her cheeks were flushed, but otherwise she was under control. Here it is not even midnight and I'm totally awake." She said with a rueful grin. Me too" *** Hope you guys are enjoying the story? please don't forget to share and review the book. Gonna be uploading 3-5 chapters every week for now. Happy reading..She looked at me now, those blue eyes as uncertain as I'd ever seen them. "I mean, I'd like you to stay my assistant – we're, um, so used to each other and all – but I wouldn't want to hold back your career. I know you must not want to be an assistant forever." For the first time in several minutes – all right, I'll admit it, in several months – my mind actually grasped what was going on. "You...want me...to stay," I stammered, sounding like an idiot. It was her turn to blink. "Of course," she said, as if it had never been in question. I tried to keep my lower lip from actually hitting the desk. Not only had I realized what was going on, I had realized just how much of an idiot I'd been. My mind raced. I had three concerns – one, finding a way to say yes that didn't make me sound like a lovesick fool; two, trying to comprehend my luck; and three, trying to recover something resembling dignity. "I think...we work pretty well together," I stammered finally. "I'd like to stay." S
All of my emotion – the remnants of my anger, my lust, my desire, and other feelings I still shied away from – blazed from my eyes into hers, as I mentally begged her to keep her eyes open, to let me look into them. My lips caressed her again, and kept moving, continuously stroking and nibbling and lightly sucking her outer, then inner, lips. She hissed in a soft breath, her eyes so big. There was a strange light in her eyes as well as we stared each other down. The depth of emotion in her eyes startled me, though they were not emotions I could identify. I did not dare to hope. I gave her one gentle, curious, tentative lick, a light smooth lick with the flat of my tongue, dragging her outer lips along and wiggling ever so slightly to stimulate her. She let out a long, sighing moan, and relaxed, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Don't stop," she whispered, not looking away. And so, with our eyes locked together, I began again. My lips stroked and tasted, my tongue slowly, lin
I felt a distant satisfaction – she might have been using me, but at least I could make her come whether she wanted to or not – and leaned away from her, licking my lips furiously, already trying to turn my mind back to the work that waited back at my desk. Then I couldn't move. Not due to any hesitation on my part, but because her hand was gripping my hair, holding me tight. She arched her back, still breathing fast, and pressed her soft folds back to my lips, rubbing them against my tongue as I opened my mouth in reflex. "Don't stop," she gasped out, making me freeze in place. "Please, more..." She shuddered, breaking off as my tongue unconsciously touched her, some part of me still as addicted as ever to her taste, her wonderful flavor, the evidence of the pleasure I gave her. Her fingers gripped my hair firmly, pulling, and I closed my eyes with something like a whimper as my anger imploded, evaporating into a desperate emptiness, with something warm and heavenly gleaming just
That night, though, as I climbed into bed, I could not stop the fantasies returning to me. As my fingers began to tease along my slit, I could not help but imagine the heaven I had found again and again with her, with the taste of her, the sound of her ecstasy and the feel of her skin on my face and mouth while I savored her. I writhed under my hand, and reached my first climax quickly, gasping and shaking. I lay still, eyes closed, Diane's beauty in my eyes and her moans in my ears. Then I recalled the words I had read, and my anger returned. The memory of her soft, pleasured moans returned – but now the sounds were harsh, cynical, somehow soured. That delicious surrender in her body as she relaxed each time beneath my questing tongue turned into something else – something accompanied by a smug laugh, the sense of getting something that one wants, not a true desirous surrender. I bit my lip, my anger increasing until I was nearly in tears – and I found my fingers moving again, th
On one rare occasion when she needed me to work on a Saturday because of a meeting she was having at a local church picnic, of all things, she actually wore a dress to the office – the first time I had seen her in anything but a skirt and blouse. This, of course, provided me an incredible opportunity. With her dress up around her waist, her creamy hips and thighs totally bare to my hands and her body laid back comfortably, I took the opportunity to explore not only her flat stomach – and much enjoyed feeling the quivers and tension in the muscles there – but slid my hands up higher, and for the first time, touched her breasts. They were soft and silky smooth, and their weight felt perfect in my hands. The first time I touched them, she gasped, arching against my hands, but her hips pulled back with a hint of nervousness. I almost laughed at the idea of a woman who had my tongue buried inside her being nervous about me touching her breasts. I drew my hands back, exploring her torso,
We continued in this way for almost three months I would spend a half hour before any meeting with my arms wrapped around her hips, holding her up off her chair and letting her thrust and buck against my mouth as I slowly licked and tongued her out of her mind. I was in heaven – a gorgeous, sexy, wonderful woman was almost dependent on me for pleasure. I was fairly sure I was her only source of orgasm at this point – from her reactions to my touches, I don't think she was pleasuring herself at all anymore. If she hadn't had a meeting in a couple of weeks, she would often come within only a minute or two.However, the emotional quandary continued. I wondered whether I had feelings for this woman – and if I did, what I should do about it. If I tried to change our arrangement into a romantic relationship, I risked losing everything. I was fairly sure that the dichotomy between our relationship and our physical intimacy was getting to Diane as well – whenever I would slip into her office
I started gently stroking my tongue in and out of her, letting it swirl against her opening each time I pushed it in, feeling her slick channel grip it each time I withdrew. My lips slurped softly at her, coaxing more and more nectar onto my tongue. As my tongue thrust achingly in and out, I realiz
I ran my tongue from the top of her slit to the bottom, rubbing it from side to side, exploring every little nook and cranny of her pussy, finding sensitive spots aplenty to judge by her shaky breathing and little gasps of pleasure. I knew that I could do this forever, if she allowed it – but I als
Jessica?" The sound of my name brought my head up with a jerk. I looked up – into cold blue eyes, staring down at me. She looked at me and I looked at her, and it was crystal clear that neither of us knew what the hell to say. "We got the account," she said finally. I managed a smile that I'm
One day, Diane had a meeting scheduled with a huge client – a major downtown firm, the sort that could be a cash cow for our little firm for years, if we made the right first impression and nailed the first job they gave us. Diane had been stressing the meeting for two weeks – she'd been as short-t







