Alone in my apartment that night, it took me forever to relax. Even after a long shower washed his scent from my skin, my mind raced with vivid memories of my encounter with John in his office. When I finally did fall asleep, my dreams were filled with the hot images of what I hoped he might have planned for the next day. I awoke to find my fingers teasing my clit and exploring my wet pussy.
I indulged these sensations for only a few moments more before realizing I needed to get ready for the day and pulling myself out of bed. Naked, I walked across the bedroom to my closet, opened the doors, and pondered my options. The logical, practical part of me knew that I should dress just as I would for any other day at the office. But what if John really was planning a rendezvous for us that afternoon?
The compromise was simple: a professional exterior, and my sexiest matching undergarments. I chose my favorite bra, pink and satiny, and matching thong panties. It was all I could do not to touch myself as I posed in the mirror. But a quick glance at the clock put me back on track, as I realized I'd be late for work if I didn't hurry. I selected a form-fitting but professional dark blue v-neck sweater, black slacks, pumps, and a pearl necklace, and headed out for the office.
After settling in at my desk, I scrutinized my coworkers' faces as they said their good mornings, looking for any sign that any of them were aware of the naughtiness that had taken place the previous afternoon. Each time John passed by my desk, e-mailed me with a new task, or talked to someone else, I searched for any clue of his intentions for our meeting later in the day.
The morning crept by. I felt as if I was the only person operating at normal speed, while everyone around me was in slow-motion. Just before noon, John stopped by my desk, and talking loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear clearly, said, "I'm heading to lunch now, Ashlynn. Why don't you do the same, and then meet me at my car at 12:30 so we can be sure to be at that meeting on time?"
"You got it, John," I said as calmly as I could, "see you then."
Still I didn't know. He could just be teasing me. Maybe John viewed yesterday afternoon as an isolated thing, a momentary lapse in otherwise good judgement. Or maybe he did indeed have something planned for this afternoon. But that was the beauty of it. Nobody in our office would suspect a thing if we drove off together for a few hours. After all, it happened all the time. As John's 'right hand girl', I was often by his side for meetings. Little did our coworkers know where my right hand had been yesterday afternoon in his office, or for that matter, this morning in my bed as I relived the experience.
I was far too excited to eat lunch, so I gathered my things and took a walk outside, making a few loops around our office building to get some fresh air and compose my thoughts. After repeated glances at my watch, it was finally time, so I made my way to the parking garage, down a level to the spaces reserved for executives like John, and waited for him to arrive.
A few moments later, he emerged from the elevator and walked towards me. He was carrying his briefcase, as he always did when he left the office for a meeting, and finishing a conversation with a colleague he'd obviously bumped into on his way, before shaking the man's outstretched hand and taking the last few steps towards me with a smile.
"Ready, Ashlynn?"
"Yes, sir! Although I still wish you'd tell me a bit more about this meeting we're going to. You know how I hate to be unprepared!"
"No worries, Ashlynn, there will be plenty of time to fill you in on the drive there."
Once again, this dialogue was loud enough for anyone close by to hear, and once again, it was so typical of our interactions that it couldn't possibly raise any eyebrows.
As soon as we pulled out of the garage, his demeanor changed.
"So, Ashlynn, there's something you said yesterday that I can't get out of my head."
"Oh, really, what's that?"
"You said that you didn't mind pain, that you actually find it exhilarating."
"Oh, that. Well, yes, that's true."
"I thought perhaps we could explore that this afternoon."
"Hmm..." I was relieved to know that we wouldn't be sitting in a boring meeting, but had to admit to him my nervousness. "Well, I can't say that I've ever explored it before, except that one time with the tattoo."
"Don't worry, Ashlynn. You can trust me. Spread your legs."
"Now, in the car?"
"Yes. And please, no questions, just do as you're told."
"Yes sir."
I spread my legs as wide as I could, and he began caressing my left thigh with his right hand. I relaxed back into the seat, resting my head on the head rest and looking over at him as he drove. Just as I let out a calm sigh, he raised his hand and smacked my inner thigh, hard. I squealed in surprise, but made no move to stop him from continuing.
"Good girl. Do you want more?"
"Yes, John, please."
For the rest of the drive, he abused my inner thighs, alternately pinching and slapping them until I was aware of little other than the stinging sensitivity of that skin. I closed my eyes for a few moments, opening them again to find that we had entered a parking garage. Although I'd been paying little attention to the drive, I quickly realized that I'd been to this place before. It was the hotel at which our company maintained a suite.
You see, there was enough wining and dining to be done with business partners, enough executives being flown in from other regional offices, that it was more efficient for the company to maintain one location than to have to deal with making reservations each time around. I'd been here many times, although never as a guest. My role was usually to pick someone up to deliver them to a meeting, or to drop someone up after picking them up at the airport. Needless to say, this was the first time I'd been brought here for a mid-day rendezvous.
"Are you sure we'll be OK here, John?" I asked him as the elevator doors closed on our way upstairs. By his answer, he obviously knew what I meant.
"Don't worry, Ashlynn. I told the office I was meeting a VIP here, a potential new client. I said I couldn't share his name until we closed the deal. And of course nobody will think anything of the fact that you came with me. Don't worry about a thing."
Impressed with his calm and his ability to plan something like this amidst all of his other responsibilities, I wondered for a moment how many other times he might have done this, and with how many other girls. But I quickly decided I didn't really care. All that mattered at this moment was that I was here with him.
"Wow," I said as he let me into the suite and shut the door behind us, "it really is beautiful, isn't it!"
It was the penthouse suite, with a view of the downtown skyline from the expansive entertaining area. But before I could soak in much more of the view, John took my hand and led me into the bedroom, spacious enough to seem, well, spacious even with its king-sized bed.
He set his briefcase down on the corner of the bed and began taking his clothes off, while I awaited my next instructions. I watched as he neatly folded and stacked his clothes on a chair in the corner of the room, then turned to me again.
"Take off your sweater and slacks. But leave the pearl necklace. I want to see you in that with just your bra and panties."
