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By *atdancer OP Couple
over a year ago
Edinburgh |
And so I turned.
Melissa smiled radiantly as she extended her hand. For a moment that smile was enough to stop me from looking down as I clasped her hand to shake it. But only for a moment.
"Hi", she said, just as my eyes dropped.
"David", I mumbled back as our hands pumped up and down. The action alternately squashed her boobs against the supporting bra and then released them. My eyes followed the motion closely, the changing curve of her bosom highlighted by hundreds of tiny goosebumps trying to form.
"So, Mr Jackson." Mr Ross's voice was heavy with hinting.
My head turned towards him, my eyes stubbornly refusing to leave Melissa's undulating cleavage until the last moment. Belatedly I realised that I should stop shaking her hand.
Mr Ross continued.
"I hear that congratulations are in order."
"Huh?" was my insightful reply.
"Your course, Mr Jackson, your course."
"Ah. Yes. Thank you." I said, and then added weakly "Steve got me a bacon roll."
I was not doing well.
"I'm sure it was very rewarding, Mr Jackson", said Mr Ross. "We called you in here today, David, so that we can make you an offer. An offer I hope you will accept."
Now that sounded intriguing. Without really realising that I had done so, I leaned slightly forward, more focused than I had managed to be until now.
"Go on." I said, tentatively.
"We're opening another office", said Mr Ross, "and we'd like you to head it up."
I was gob-smacked. This was so out of the blue it was ultra-violet. Surely they couldn't really pick me for this job?
There was a lot of conversation after that but I won't bore you with the details. The important points were: yes they really had picked me; the branch office was on the other side of the country; and Melissa, the absolutely distracting embodiment of sex that was sitting beside me, was to be my personal assistant. I didn't think I could really do it, but Mr Ross seemed to and he spent a considerable amount of time convincing me to take the offer.
In the end I'm afraid it was the chance to work beside Melissa that swung it: my cock led while my brain was incapable of proper thought and I accepted the offer. At that point my future career seemed a worthwhile exchange for the few weeks I'd have with her before they found me out.
And so it was that I shook Mr Ross's hand and accepted the new position. A few pleasantries were exchanged that I can't remember now, and I left his office.
I was ecstatic but also scared. The last thing I heard as the door closed did nothing to allay that fear.
"Ok, he can't hear us now", said Mr Ross's voice, clearly underestimating my rather ordinary auditory powers. "What did you think?"
"I've never seen such a reaction", Melissa replied. "I want him."
They said more after that, but by then I really couldn't hear. I walked in a daze out of the building and home. I know I must have gone by my office to pick up my coat on the way out, but I don't remember it. I was both elated that such a sexy woman should want me, and worried about who, exactly, would be working for whom.
I spent most of that evening making sure my CV was in order.
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The PA
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This a story of how I ended up fucking a colleague. And I mean fucking: not passionate fumbling; not sensuous or sensual sex; definitely not love-making. This was full-on, pull her back by her hair while pounding her slick wet cunt style fucking. Fucking truly worthy of the word. Let's find out how, and who. It may not be who you think...
I guess it all started with the test. All things considered, this test should have been a fairly minor event in my life. It was at the end of a week long project management course. Only a week, so hardly representative of in depth knowledge or expertise. And, of course, the course didn't give me any actual experience.
But I did get 98% in the test. Apparently that was practically unheard of. So I smiled a weary, brain drained smile and went to the pub to celebrate with my similarly weary colleagues and course compatriots. They were all very friendly and congratulatory rather than jealous, although perhaps that had more to do with the fact that I bought them all a round.
No I didn't fuck any of them in the pub. I went home and tried to stop thinking about project boards and sponsors and plans and work packages. I mostly succeeded too, until Monday.
. More more 
. Nothing major as it turns out, but very painful and distracting. I'll have a wee op soon, and hopefully do lots of writing during the recovery time 