I was new to the office and was introduced to her by a colleague. It didn't matter that she was my superior or that we were in front of someone else - she boldly undressed me with her eyes. I'm always up for a good flirt and couldn't keep a smile from spreading across my face.
"You see something you like?", I asked.
"Yes, indeed", she said, biting her bottom lip. "And you work with your hands, "she said eyeballing my coveralls. "I love that quality in a man." With that, she walked back into her office and closed the door.
"Man", my boy Paul said, standing next to me. I'd forgotten he was there for a second. "She looked at you like she saw a prime rib dinner. If she gave me that look, I'd have her bent over her desk."
"Yeah, man she's fine. But you know I'm a one-woman man nowadays."
"I know. How's that working out for you?" He hit me with a side eye.
"Dude...I'm steady. I miss my girl but school gets out in six weeks and then she'll be home."
"Uh huh. How long has it been?"
"150 years." We both cracked up at that. "I try not to think about it every minute of the day. After all the women I've been with? I'm just lucky to have found a good one."
"Yeah you do have a good girl. Just watch out for boss lady." He started moving back toward his office. "She seems like the type that gets what she wants."
I'm no stranger to that type, I thought to myself and started towards the basement where another system needed my brand of TLC. I laughed in the face of temptation.
The first few weeks went by without incident. I got acclimated to the job, and stayed busy most of the time. Whenever I would see her we'd exchange smiles and she'd always hit me with a wink, but kept it moving. I started to think she didn't flirt with me at all that first day, that I just saw what I wanted to see.
Then one morning she caught me in the elevator, heading down to the basement. "I need you to meet me in my office at 1:30 sharp. I have some insurance paperwork for you to sign." I didn't question her directive seeing as handling my insurance was part of her job description.
I entered into her office at exactly 1:29 pm. Had she changed clothes or was her skirt that short that morning? She beckoned me to come to her side of her desk so she could point out where I needed to sign. "Just give me three signatures and initial here", she said, her finger pointing to where my signature should go and then trailing across the paper. I bent over and completed my first signature, but as I headed toward the second one, I felt her hand graze my dick. I thought I had accidentally brushed up against her, but quickly realized she was caressing it through my pants. I opened my mouth to protest, but she beat me to the punch. "Don't say a word. I set the door to automatically lock behind you and I don't have another appointment for 45 minutes. Let's play", and she grabbed my hand slipping it under that skirt and let me feel her panty-less, wet pussy, while she went to undo the buttons on my coveralls. I had a finger in that juicy shit when I caught myself and jumped back. Though my dick was hard as a fucking rock, I had to stop this.
"Stop! I can't do this here and now."
"You can't fight what the dick wants."
"Damn! You are dangerous! I cannot do this here and now."
"Let the dick out so it can breathe and relax."
I had to chuckle at that shit, and truth be told, my shit was so hard it was uncomfortable in my coveralls. I needed an adjustment and I could tell from the look on her face she wanted to see it. I decided to level with her.
"Look, I'll take it out cause I need to move it around. You can see it but you cannot be touching on it. Ok? We got a deal?"
"Sure", she said with a sly grin I did not trust.
I turned my back to her to undo my coveralls, which had about a million buttons, and finally pulled my dick out to exhale. Once it hit the air, it got even harder. In the back of my mind I knew once she saw it it was a wrap, but I had to give her that to get out of here unscathed. I grabbed my dick, took a deep breath, and swung around.
"See what you did!", I said with a smile on my face. Wrong move.
Before I could say anything else she had hemmed me up against the wall, dropped to her knees, and was my licking my dick like a hungry kitten before a bowl of milk. "You ain't say shit about me tasting it", she said and grabbed hold of it with her lips and took me all in. She was not new to this - her head game was on some next level shit. Every fiber in my body wanted to grab the back of her head and let her dome me up right then and there - but then I remembered where "there" was.
"Stop please! I mean it!", I said, while trying to release my dick from her mouth. She had unbuttoned her blouse while sucking me off to reveal a gorgeous set of titties. Like my man said, I wanted her bent over her fucking desk. Wet and ready pussy. Beautiful tits. Sick head game. What the hell was I gonna do?
"Look, we can hook up later if you want. It's not that I'm not interested, especially now. But I cannot afford to jeopardize my job over this. It just ain't that serious."
She stepped back when I said that, and licked her lips, letting the head of my dick rest on her chin. She stuck her tongue out and I watched it roll damn near halfway down my shaft. I needed to hold on to something. "Just let me finish", she said, and went on about her business. Fuck - she had me.
I leaned back against the wall and let her damn near suck my dry. My knees were buckling after about five minutes. Although it felt beyond good, the thought of my girl coming home in a matter of weeks brought me to my senses. I pushed her off of me with force. Then I pushed her up against a wall with her back to me, grabbed her titties and pushed my dick up against her as hard as possible. Her ass was soft. "Is this what you want?", I asked her. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes", she answered breathlessly.
"Well you can't get it, right here and right now", I said, giving her a final thrust. By now her ass was wet too. It took all my strength to pull away but I had to. Just then, somebody tried her door. When they found it locked, they knocked. I stuffed my dick in those coveralls and started buttoning with a quickness. Be still, she mouthed to me with a slight grin on her face. We heard her visitor try the lock again, give up and walk away.
We stayed quiet a full five minutes before we pulled ourselves together. I watched her slip into a work appropriate skirt - I knew she'd changed before I dropped by. She opened a desk drawer, pulled out a mirror, lipstick and perfume. "So", she said as she applied a fresh coat of color to her luscious lips, "I'll see you at happy hour?"
"Hell yeah."
"Cool. See you then." She went back to organizing the paperwork I'd signed and pulled out a fresh set for her next victim. I unlocked her office door and without giving her a second look, headed back to work.
What a happy hour it was going to be when I saw her later on since she had no clue who she was fucking with...
