I hear a knock on the door.
"Keep quiet," to me. "Come in" to the door.
"Mr Martin, your next appointment is here. Shall I show her in?"
"Right on time. Good good! Yes, please do. Come in Ms Keene. Please take a seat."
On time? You were expecting someone? Who is she?
"Thank you." I hear heels click across the floor to the chair. "Is this yours?" She sounds amused.
"Ah no. Here let me take that."
You stand and move away. You return, open the drawer again and drop my handbag into it. You offer no explanation to her. I know I'd be wondering why you have a women's bag in your office. You sit back down and slide your chair back towards me. My eyes are back on your cock. I can't help it. I stare, transfixed, I'm convinced I can will it to move.
"So you know why you're here?"
I don't! What is she doing here? What are you doing? Will this take long? It's unbearable that something else is eating into our time.
"Yes Mr Martin, I got your email. Though it's a little unusual I have to say."
"Well thank you for coming. Can I get you anything, a drink perhaps?"
"No thank you."
Damn, I'm thirsty now! I hadn't thought about it until now. I don't suppose I'll be offered a drink. No of course not! I'm not here am I!
"Is there anything you would like to ask Ms Keene?"
"Please, call me Abbie, and yes, I do have a couple of questions though I think you've answered most of them already."
What is this? An interview? Why would you schedule this for now? Unless it was already scheduled and you couldn't rearrange it. Yes. That must be it! I'll just sit it out under here then. At least I have a good view. I'm not entirely sure that I won't touch your cock while I wait.
Ooh imagine that! Playing with you under your desk while you pretend nothing's happening. I'm sure you'll like it. I've stopped listening to what you're saying. I'm imagining how good it would feel to rub my hands slowly up your thighs, to reach your cock and feel it through your thin trousers, watch it respond to my touch. Dare i? I wonder if you can ignore me.
I'm sure I saw it twitch then! How come you're hard? Is it because the woman opposite you is attractive? Is it just because you have me under here? Your secret pleasure provider! Are you imagining me sucking your cock? Would you like me to? What are you thinking?
I want to put my hands on you. I want to feel your thighs. I want to pleasure you while you do whatever it is you're doing. I imagine myself touching you, unzipping your trousers, releasing you. I can see you standing hard under your desk here. I wonder if I can quietly slide my legs under me to kneel to get closer to you. I want to learn every inch of your beautiful cock. I will taste you, lick and suck you. I want you so much.
Will it please you though? Yes I think it probably will. Probably? My hands lift up towards your knees but I stop short of laying them on you. Why have I hesitated? I look at my hands then to your cock. What's stopping me?
What if I'm wrong? What if you think I'm taking advantage of the fact that you won't be able to stop me without revealing my presence? That's exactly what I am doing after all isn't it? I can't take any more strokes of The Cane I know that much. But that's not the worst punishment I can think of. What if helping myself to you means that's all I get? That's not a chance I dare take. My hands drop back to my own thighs again and scold myself for being so fucking impatient.
But you said you wanted to see what I can do. Maybe this is what you meant. Maybe I'm supposed to use my initiative and pleasure you without you having to ask. What else could you mean? What if not doing anything is as bad? Oh what do I do?
Fuck it! Sometimes if you don't try you don't get. So I'll go with it being just a case of jump and don't look down! My right hand lands lightly on your left knee and gently squeezes. Testing the water. I put my left hand on your right thigh just above your knee. You don't react. Is that good? Bad? Oh come on! Help me out a bit would you? I decide to play safe and stroke downwards first. Both hands slide over your knees and round the backs of your legs. I can feel the defined muscles through the material. I take my hands off you. I think maybe if you want me to carry on you'll move your feet or legs. You don't move either.
But you didn't move away either. That might mean that you do want me to carry on. I gingerly put my hands back onto your knees and slightly squeeze. Nothing. Not even a quiver. I caress your thighs moving ever so slowly upwards. I touch everywhere from the seat of your chair on the outside of your leg to the seat between your legs and inch up so tentatively. I'm so excited that you're not stopping me. My pussy sends a tingle through me. I have to stifle a giggle. At least something's encouraging me!
Your cock. I'm half way there. It looks so uncomfortable, trapped in your clothes. I only want to make you feel better Sir. You'll feel so much better if you let me take care of you like this.
My hands move another inch. I feel the bigness of your thighs. So strong, so big. Rugby legs or a runner maybe. Another inch. I squeeze, massaging slightly. My thumbs dig into your inner thighs. I lick my lips. How far are you going to let me go with this? I'm growing more confident with every inch. Closer and closer. I turn my hands so that my fingers are splayed forwards and slowly but very definitely close the gap completely.
I'm there! I barely touch you. My index finger merely brushes against your hard cock when your hands drop hard onto my wrists, grab them and squeeze so tightly I almost cry out. You remove my hands from your leg and let me go. I shrink back into my hole taking both hands with me. There's my answer then! So close! So fucking close.
Your chair rolls back, you stand and move around the desk. "Ok then, are you ready?"
I realise I have no idea what's going on. Ready for what? Who? Am I ready? Should I have been listening? I was so preoccupied with your cock, what have I missed?
The other chair rolls into my view and with it are a pair of black stilettos and the smoothest pretty legs I have ever met up close. Ok, they're the only legs I have met up close. They disappear up into a dark skirt. The legs are too close to the desk for their owner to see me I think. The legs sit down on the edge of the chair right in front of me and slide towards me. I shrink backwards trying to avoid being bumped by a knee.
Two very pretty hands with very well manicured nails drop onto the skirt and in one very surprising swift movement pull the skirt right up. The pretty legs part very definitely and for the first time in my life I'm staring right at a pussy that's not my own. I just gawp. My mind goes completely blank. What if anything am I supposed to do now? It's a pussy! And it's wet.
Her legs widen as far as they will go before they stop at the chair arms. Her fingers, tipped with the reddest nail polish I've ever seen slip gently between her neat folds and one finger disappears inside her. I'm mesmerised. It's beautiful! Her fingers slip back and forth. She's masturbating right in front of me. Does she even know I'm here?
I can't move! I don't know what to do. I've never even kissed another woman before. She drags her finger up through her folds and away from her pussy. Her hand with her fingers extended comes straight at me under the desk! Guess that answers that one then!
"Suck her fingers!"
"Yes Sir." and my mouth opens. Her fingers slide in, my tongue is all over them and I'm sucking lightly. Her taste overwhelms me. It's sweet but with a muskiness. I suck harder, lick harder but her fingers are withdrawn leaving my mouth hanging open comically. Her hands disappear from view. I wait, staring at her. She's smooth and hairless. I can see her tiny bud hiding underneath its hood, her perfect labia framing her glistening wetness, inviting me, daring me to touch.
I lick my lips and savour her taste. I know what's coming now. I know what's expected of me. I've never licked pussy before. I've wondered about it though. Anticipation races through my mind and body. I want to taste her properly, I want to feel her and I want to see if I can make her cum. Can i?
"I'm waiting."
"Yes Sir."