Overtime 30

At work, after all these long years, I have reached the point where I am at a desk nearly all day.  No more service calls. No more sales calls.  Only client calls, and the usual fires to put out, etc. I'm not a boss or anything; I just know too much and too many people to be let go. Maybe admin just likes me, I don't know.

The routine of my days is only broken up by weekly meetings and bathroom breaks.  The rest if my day I sit behind a desk, doing my thing and watching the comings and goings of the others who work there.

There's  a woman, (there always is)  a supervisor in HR who moves around the facility alot more than I do.  She has to get out there and check on things.  She also has to give those mandatory annual presentations on Harassment and Hostile Work Environments. Like everybody else, I sit through it every year, sign the forms again and  get on with work, but I might be the only person who looks forward to that hour long lecture, because the thing is; she is a perfectly gorgeous woman and I think I may just be in love with her.  She's a black woman, in her 40's, I'd guess, with flawless dark skin, chubby but in that good way.  Not petite, but not tall.

She wears a short, sexy hairstyle, her makeup (if she even wears any) is always perfect.  Shes always dressed nice and smells terrific and honestly might be 90% of why I even come in to work anymore.  She chooses clothes that flatter her body in every way without looking slutty and I love watching her as she makes her rounds.   I realize I don't know her, but from where I sit, there is just nothing wrong with her AT ALL.  Even her being an HR supervisor is not enough to be a turn off.

From my office doorway, I can see as she stops at reception and discreetly slips her heels out of her shoes as she stretches her calf muscles and feet.  I see when she's talking to accounting through their doorway and she arches her back to stretch her shoulders.  Always in a skirt and heels, sometimes there are panty lines, other times not.  I see it all.

She will eventually stop and to talk to me about things, but honestly, I could never tell you what those thingsare, because all I see are her eyes and her mouth and all I hear are angels.  Her neck and her bustline...fuck!  Like that lyric from a John Denver song, she fills up my senses!   At some point, though, everytime, someone interrupts.  She lifts her finger, mouths "just a moment " silently to me and turns her back on me so she can talk to whoever it is.  With her back to me, after a moment she'll lean into the doorway, lock one leg while she  bends the other which makes her hips slant to one side and causes her back to arch a bit and tilt her ass up and God damn I love that!  My mind absolutely blanks when I try to imagine being with her sexually.  I can't imagine how fantastic that might be; how her skin responds to touch, or how she smells and tastes. I don't simply lust after her; I desire her. I want to love her.  But, she doesn't even notice how I stare.  A nearly 50, I'm a fat guy with short, thin hair and no fashion sense.  I'm not even interesting enough to be labeled as "vanilla".

I had two weeks of vacation coming up.  No plans other than not working.  I'd mentioned to her earlier that I would have to stay late the two nights before my time off started, just to make sure nothing fell apart in my absence. Alcohol in the work space is forbidden, but I figured who'd know if I had a drink or three as I worked after hours in an empty office.

It was a little after 9:00 pm on Friday, I was finally finished and was satisfied with the state of things.  I decided it was safe for me to be gone for two weeks when I heard someone walking my way.  Shit!  There shouldn't be anybody in the building,  but there was and I knew it had to be a supervisor.  Before I could conceal the bottle and my glass, they were right outside my office door.   As I mentioned,  this woman is a supervisor, and while I'm usually always happy to see her, at this moment I was a bit nervous.  But as she slowly swung herself around the door jamb, and held herself in a leaning position, legs crossed at the ankles, making her pencil-skirt wrapped hips impossibly curvy, hanging on the doorway with a smile, and a hard to read glinty look she now had, having caught me drinking at the office.  Well,... fuck.  Busted.  Vacation might just have become my severance.

"What have we got here?" she asked. "Starting your vacation early?"

"That's what it LOOKS like,..." I answered,  my voice trailing off.

"Well", she said, "if only you had another glass, I might just join you."

"You're in luck." I said thinking that just maybe I was having a bit of luck for once.  I pulled a second cup from my desk drawer and poured her a drink.  If I'm being honest, I poured her a double.  She leaned back onto my desk, and sipped her drink as we talked about vacations,  plans, our families, hobbies, sports,... stuff.  Like people do.  The glasses were emptied and refilled as a couple hours passed by.  I hardly noticed.  This woman could read the Tax Code to me and I would listen, watching her eyes, lips and face, enthralled just to hear her voice directed at me.  Damn, I was hooked.

After the third glass was finished,, I started worrying she was working herself up to say 'goodnight', and 'see ya when you get back', but, instead she said her feet were killing her.  I had an idea.  Like a light bulb over my head.. The room may have flooded with light from the light bulb, and I knew a moment had presented itself to me..  One chance, and it was now or never.  I told her to hop up and sit on my desk, softly clapped my hands and said, "Here.  Give me a foot."    It worked!  She hopped up, and stretched one of her legs, one of those two flawless legs I'd seen so often, out to my waiting hands.

I was holding her heel, cupped in my left hand as I ran my hand from her ankle, down to toes.  No pantyhose.  I would've sworn she had some on, but thats how perfect her skin looked.  I un-buckled the ankle strap, slipped the heel out and eased the shoe off.  I'm not a foot guy; not purely speaking, anyway.  I am a 'foot guy' when it comes to her feet, but then everything about her body is a turn on to me.  I'd loved this woman for so long from afar, elevating her to the level of a godess in my estimation, and this night, there I was, touching her.  Touching, and softly rubbing her foot.  I saw her bring her right foot up, and I let her left foot rest on my thigh as I smoothly removed the right shoe, letting it drop to the floor next to me.  I took took turns from that point, rubbing the heel, sole arch and toes of one and then the other.  They were warm, even a little sweaty from being in those shoes all day, but if there wasca smell, fine; it was sexy and I was into it.  The sensuality of the situation was not lost on me and could feel my dick getting incrementally stiffer with every touch and glance at her outstretched legs as she leaned back on her hands, enjoying the relief and sensation of a foot rub.  She had also slid her hips forward a few inches to allow her knees to bend a bit so her feet could rest flat on my thighs.

With both her feet on my lap, strategically arranged to avoid my erection, I slowly began to rub her calf muscles and the back of her lower legs as far as I could reach, which was just passed the backs of her knees.  After reaching the backs of her knees, I moved my hands to top of the knees and slowly swept my hands down her shins, back to the tops of her feet.  I applied a little more pressure with each pass.  The increasing pressure and kneading made her wince a bit, but in a good way, and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply and slowly in through her nose, blowing air gently out from between almost closed lips, silently whistling with every exhale.

The effect of the massage caused her thighs to relax, which let her knees slightly part as her feet rolled onto their outer edges.  They slid forward far enough to come in contact my hard cock, securely trapped in my pants and boxers, but I'm sure, just as my dick could feel her foot soles, she could feel my cock, too.  I saw her head tip forward as her eyes opened, half lidded state of relaxation as she looked me in the eyes for a second or two.  A smile formed at the corners of her mouth as she  grabbed my hard dick with her toes and squeezed with the balls of her feet.  Her knees parted a bit more as she worked on my cock with her toes, and between her knees, up under her skirt, I could see the absolutely perfect gate of heaven and everything holy; her vulva covered in a light yellow panty, a blue rose embroidered right over the top, with lace trim along the leg opening.  The cleft of her vigina barely visible through the fabric.  I inhaled with a almost inaudible gasp, and squeezed both calfs in my hands, not moving so that I could memorize this image.  I wouldnever forget it though because she slid another inch or so forward, parting her knees even more as I rolled my chair closer to what I now consider to be heaven.

By this time I could reach and touch the backs of her thighs and I did, moving up and pushing her skirt up her thighs, allowing her knees to part even further. She lifted her legs, one by one and draped them over my shoulders.  Holt fuck!  My face was between her knees, my hands almost on her ass as both her and my pulse and breathing was increasing.  Not impressive on my part, but her chest startingvtovrise and fall more noticeably.  I turned my head and kissed her inner thigh; one then the other, over and over, each kiss closer and closer to her panty covered pussy.

I felt her butt come up off the desk top and not instructions were required; I clutched her panties by the hips and swiftly slid them down to her knees.  Her butt back on the desk, her skirt pushed up over her hips and then her legs were sticking straight up. Ad quickly as I could I took her panties completely off.  As she lowered her legs back down, draping them over my shoulders again, what I saw in front of my eyes can only be described as transcendent.   Her mons pubis, covered with a short trimmed pubic hair.  Lord, how I adore a neat bush. An aroused clitoris at the peak.  Inner labia, smooth and moist unfolding slightly from between the outer labia.   Her vaginal cleft separating slightly as though moaning on its own, and her perineum, just concealing her anus between those fabulous ass cheeks.  I inhaled, and paused.  She rocked her hips forward, bringing that pussy closer and took that to be consent.  I leaned in with an open mouth and coveted the entire area before sweeping my tongue up from the perineum, over those soft labia and swirling that rosebud clitoris before pinching it softly between my lips.

There are audible sounds which people will sometimes make during sex, but in this moment the things I heard were nearly silent, the vibrations perceived as sound originating from inside her core.  Subtlely pushing her hips forward for a firmer touch, almost imperceptible movement of her knees, all done to improve the sensations.  I couldn't say how aroused she was initially, being so skilled at concealing her emotions, but it was obvious now as her thighs squeezed my head and her pussy gushed a little.  I pushed my tongue into her vagina, trying to lick and touch every bit all at once as she had an orgasm.  I had to support her now by holding her ass cheeks as I worshipped.  She still had to lean back on her hands; there was nothing behind the desk for support, and it was too narrow to lie back on, so we continued, licking, sucking, nipping up, down around, side to side, in and out and eventually I ran my tongue accross her perineum and lightly touched her asshole and NOW her response was audible.  I had never, not once thought she and I would exchange more than a few work-related words, but her we were with me trying to tongue her asshole while she took over her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand.  Eventually  gravity and fatigue won; she said "stop, oh, please stop... shit!.  Hey, lay down on your back."

I stood up, shoved the chair out into the hallway and did what the boss said.  I laid down as she stood over me, facing my feet and dropped to her knees, placing heaven right on my mouth and I got busy eating it.  Now I could easily tongue fuck her ass.  She arched back and smashed down on my face as she came again, she fingering her pussy as it peaked.  As she relaxed, I eased up as well and went back to licking her pussy, reaching around and fingering her asshole.  She had managed to remove her own top and bra and looking up from the floor, I saw her back was every bit as exquisite as her face and legs, her breasts visible from the sides somehow larger than they'd looked before.  I was rubbing her anus with my left hand,  licking as far as I could in her vagina while rubbing her clit with my right thumb, working to keep her turned on.  She leaned forward and unfastened b

my belt and pants, pushing them down enough for my cock to be free and then she swallowed it whole.  In a second my dickhead was tickling the back of her throat and her nose was pressing into my scrotum, which she grasped and squeezed nearly making me cum.  I did my best not to cum too quickly, but she withdrew until my cockhead was between her lips, her tongue swirling for a second before slowly engulfing the length of me again.  I erupted as she reached the base and as she swallowed my cum with my dick still completely in her mouth, it felt so good I believe I came again right away.  As that subsided, I reached between our torsos and grabbed her tits,  rolling the nipples in my fingers and pinching them before squeezing them in my hands.

Now she was back to sucking my cock and I ate her pussy and rubbed her tits until she seemed ready to come again.  That's when she moved, changing position and turning around so quickly that my mind thought I was eating pussy as her cum covered tongue burst into my mouth.  She finished positioning her body, straddling my hips as she took my cock in one hand as she guided it to her cunt.  I was glad I had cum already, because that pussy felt miraculous. I laid still, my knees bent hand full of tits as I sucked the remnant of my emission from her tongue and mouth while she rode me.  She started slow with a slight almost jerky motion, the way an old train starts moving, transitioning into smooth slow strokes and building in a smooth powerful rhythm as we fucked.  And we fucked, right there on my office floor.  I worked so hard to hold back until she achieved her orgasm, hips still rocking but also shuddering as she started to cum.  I watched her face and when our eyes met, it was the end of my control and I came as deeply inside her perfect pussy as I could reach.  After my own orgasm ended, I resumed stroking her, and I continued until my cock was just too soft to stay inside.

I felt time start moving forward again.  I felt a stunned and maybe a little sad that whatever had just happened appeated to be over. I watched as she stood up and grace and dexterity got dressed.  I followed her lead and in a few moments she looked the same as she ever did; maybe better.  I looked like I'd slept on a park bench.  She hugged me, gave me tender kiss and smiled.  She said "That was a long time overdue."  I just nodded my head.  I had never expected anything like that would happen, but it sounded like I'd been on her mind at least.  She was stretching with her arms up over her head as she said, "I could use a shower and something to eat.  You look like you could, too."  Then another smile, and a wink as she turned toward the door  and said, "My place is closer.  Don't forget to lock your desk."