Miss Penny was beautiful.
That was what I thought when she applied and got accepted at the Carlotas City branch of Pedron, Cheval and Tamante, the accounting firm that I was working for. I was already 10 years in the firm when she applied, and in short time, she rose through the ranks and became Senior Associate. There's talk that she's being considered for junior partnership. The senior partners at the Manila head office were working on it.
And me? Well, I'm nobody. I'm the firm's messenger clerk, your average rank-and-file joe. It was stupid for me to fall in love with this beautiful, intelligent, young woman. But what can you do? The heart wants what it wants.
Miss Penny was easily the prettiest girl in the firm. She had wavy brown hair that reached to her shoulders; fair skin, and an elegant nose. Her lips were pink, dainty and kissable. Miss Penny often hid her hazel-brown eyes behind thick-framed glasses, and dressed simply in business clothes, often blouses in pastel colors paired with dark pants and blazers. She smelled like baby cologne, watermelon shampoo, and vanilla.
My fellow staff members tease me about my obvious crush on her. I just smile and roll with it, knowing it's pointless. What would a nice young girl like her want with a bum like me? But a guy can dream, right?
Her boyfriend broke up with her a few months ago and I saw how sad it made her. Miss Penny worked harder than ever, spending more and more time on her accounts. She was trying to avoid thinking about him, and her sadness broke my heart.
So a few days ago, I went to a flower shop and bought a beautiful, long-stemmed, peach-colored rose, imported from Holland. I knew it was one of her favorites. Because I didn't want to come out as that creepy obsessive coworker, I signed it as "secret admirer." Miss Penny was angry when when she received it. She thought it was from ex, Jeffrey, but smiled when she saw that it's from someone else. It warmed my heart to see her smile again.
It felt great to send her that rose. She may not know who I am, but at least she knew that someone out there cared for her. Even if that someone will never be good enough for a classy lady like Miss Penny.
So if you ask me, I would have never believed that I would someday end up like this: lying naked on the office couch, Miss Penny's bare breasts pressed against my chest, and my cum drying on her lips. She lay her head on my shoulder, sleeping like a baby. I held her close, fighting my own drowsiness to enjoy this feeling of the woman I love in my arms, radiating from the sexual pleasure she gave me.
My cock was rock hard with that thought. I wanted to fuck her badly.
To be honest, I never thought we would end up like this. I showed up at the office because I felt sorry for Miss Penny, all alone in the storm without provisions. The selfish part of me only wanted to spend time with her, and talk one on one without other people around to gossip about it. I could never ask her out for coffee or on a date. It was beyond my place. And it's unlikely that she would ever ask someone like me out either. So I grabbed the chance while I could.
I never expected that she would take off my clothes and touch my body, or that Miss Penny would ask to put my arms around her. I never expected that she would go down on me and suck my cock to orgasm. I also didn't know where I found the courage to kiss her on the lips. But here we are now, my cum drying on her mouth and her head using my chest for her pillow.
I didn't know how I felt at that moment.
I felt bliss, pleasure, and sexual satisfaction. I was also scared thinking that this is all it could ever be, when I wanted more. I was in love with this woman. Even though I don't deserve it, more than ever, I wanted to be with her and have her be mine, exclusively. If I dared to dream, I would picture her walking down the aisle and becoming my wife, the two of us starting a family.
I stared at her beautiful face and smelled the shampoo on her hair.
Yeah right Robby. Wake up. You're a lowly messenger clerk who barely finished college. She's a damn certified public accountant and a rising star of the company. What makes you even think that Penelope delos Santos would ever want to be Mrs. Roberto Dimaculangan?
I pushed those fears away. She was here in my arms tonight. A few minutes ago, my cock was in her mouth, and now my semen rested in her belly. Just for tonight, she was all mine. Is all mine. And tomorrow, who knows? I got this far, didn't I?
Despite my efforts, I drifted off to sleep. It was the peaceful slumber of one whose dream had already come true.
-oOo-
The morning light streamed through the window. With regrets, I woke my sleeping angel up, before the office guards came to the building and discovered both of us naked.
My arm had gone numb from holding her into position. My cock was also fully erect. At first, Miss Penny was groggy from waking up too early then she realized where she was and who she was with. Guilt and embarrassment showed on her face. I expected it and understood the reasons, but it was still a painful blow. A part of me wanted her to have no regrets, realizing that what we shared was beautiful. But in the end, we were still the firm's rising star and its messengerial clerk, caught in a compromising situation.
What used to be a thoughtful and wonderful silence became awkward and uncomfortable. Miss Penny went to the bathroom to freshen up and change, while I fetched the towel and went to the staff quarters to wash my face, but I didn't want to wash off the evidence of her skin and affection from the rest of my body.
Miss Penny came out, wearing a maroon sweater and jogging pants. She brought my shirt and jacket, both now dry, which I put on. The awkwardness was killing me.
