A Note to the Reader: although the following scenario is fictitious, it is based on real life. Once again, I must begin by thanking 'Aubrey' - my girlfriend and partner-in-crime - for allowing me to immortalise our wonderful relationship in this way.
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Aubrey and I had been together for several months now; naturally, however, we were having to keep things under wraps. Despite the fact that office hook-ups have become a staple of 'Mills and Boon' romance novels, a lot of companies still don't really understand that two co-workers can enjoy a full-blooded, intense relationship outside of office hours without compromising their professionalism. Certainly, we were managing things well enough: six months after our first illicit romp at that sales conference, and not once had we torn each others' clothes off during a board meeting and fucked like rabbits in front of the Chairman and Directors.
Not that the thought hadn't crossed my mind. Those weekly meetings were utter hell, especially since our CEO was the most dull, boring man under whom I had ever had the misfortune to work. He had a talent for sucking even the slightest point of interest out of every aspect of the company, his every presentation being reduced to a stream of dry statistics that almost sent me to sleep. In fact, the only reason that I managed to stay awake most of the time was because I was sitting next to Aubrey; supposedly in order that I might take notes concerning the points being made, and enable her to act on them.
On most occasions, I took only sufficient notes to get by; talking to my fellow P.A.s in the canteen each day, I learned that many of them did the same. However, my Number Two pencil always seemed to wear out much faster than those used by my co-workers, and none of them could work out why that was the case. As it happens, I had displayed quite a talent for drawing at school, especially portrait work; with so little to note down during those dreary board meetings, I filled my time making sketches of Aubrey on the back of each sheet of note-paper.
Although we were officially meant to remain on purely professional terms at the office, we had naturally taken a few risks. For instance, if we happened to end up sharing the lift - our office was on the tenth floor - it was impossible to resist stealing a quick kiss and a cuddle between floors. Thankfully, there was no CCTV installed in the lifts, but we still had to keep our wits about us if the car stopped to let another passenger get in. Whenever that happened, Aubrey would show a superb talent for maintaining a look of perfect innocence, while I would invariably hurl myself against the wall, grinning nervously and blushing scarlet.
The closest call had undoubtedly been last week. An urgent series of files had landed on Aubrey's desk, obliging us both to pull overtime in order to get them shifted. Thankfully, there hadn't been quite as much work involved as we'd anticipated, but I'd offered to keep my boss company nonetheless while she got through the tedious business of making sure that the mass of documents was signed and stamped, ready for delivery. As far as I was concerned, there was little sense in spending an hour and a half alone on the Tube when I could pass the time much more happily in the office with my girlfriend.
Standing behind Aubrey as she hunched over her desk, I flexed my fingers and began to gently massage her neck and shoulders, working hard to press into her warm flesh, loosen the knots in her muscles, and ease the tension in her body. The feeling of her soft, smooth skin, even through the fabric of her white satin blouse, was absolutely wonderful, and when I heard the first low purr escape her throat and felt the first shiver of contentment ripple through her body, I leant down to kiss the base of her neck, increasing the pressure in my fingers ever so slightly.
By now, the pile of papers had begun to shrink, and, growing bolder, I reached around Aubrey's still-hunched body and gave one of her massive, soft breasts a gentle squeeze. At this, she let out a little squeal, dropped her pen, and stretched out like a cat over the back of her chair; gazing upside-down at me and flashing a cheeky grin before placing her hand over mine as I cupped and jiggled the huge mound of warm flesh. Her tongue flicked out teasingly, the metallic silver bar glinting in the low office light, and rather awkwardly, I bent over, our lips meeting for the first time in several days.
Suddenly, a knock at the door - which had mercifully been installed with an electronic locking system - jerked me upright. "Quick!" Aubrey gasped as she hurried to get back into her normal posture. "Get back to your desk, and look busy!" Regrettably, this necessitated removing my hand from her breast, and I took on my customary 'wounded puppy-dog' look, letting my hand linger for a couple of seconds, highly aware of the hard nipple pressing into my palm. "Come on you idiot!" she hissed, irritably, grasping my wrist and wrestling it away from her body. "We can carry on later, but not if we get caught."
The knocking became more insistent, and I heard a woman's voice calling Aubrey's name. A sudden panic struck me, as I realised that my desk was in the atrium; the room in which the woman was waiting. Not only was it was quite impossible to get past her without being seen, but there wasn't any good reason for Aubrey and I to be alone together in her office with the door locked. Knowing that waiting any longer to let the 'visitor' in would arouse suspicion, I punched the door control button on the wall behind me, pushed Aubrey into her swivel chair, dropped to my knees, and slipped out of sight under the desk.
Thankfully, the desk itself was one with a solid back and a bank of drawers at either side. This meant that I could crouch on my knees in the space in front of Aubrey's legs, with no chance of the visitor seeing me unless she too got down on the floor. Above me, the two women began a heated and rather irritated exchange - as far as I could tell, the newcomer was a member of accounts, and was asking my boss to explain the reason for my forthcoming pay rise - and I lifted one of Aubrey's feet, slipping off her black leather sling-back so that I could gently massage her instep with my thumbs.
As I heard the conversation calming down, I glanced up momentarily and happened to notice Aubrey's left hand snaking down under the desk, hitching up the front of her pinstripe suit skirt. While she might have been bored out of her mind dealing with this infuriating piece of red tape, my soothing fingers were evidently having some effect in terms of keeping her amused. However, nothing could have prepared me for the next surprise: as the hem of her skirt came up over her knees, Aubrey lifted it a fraction and spread her legs, revealing that, at some point during the day, she'd relieved herself of her customary black work panties.
Slowly, I began to run my hands up Aubrey's leg, caressing the smooth skin of her calf and squeezing the soft warm flesh of her thigh. It was clear that my boss had nerves of steel: despite having to maintain a cool, professional exterior as she fervently praised my abilities in the office and justified my status as an asset to the firm, Aubrey was still managing to tease me mercilessly. Evidently, the lady from personnel was suspicious as to why she had seen fit to give me a rise so early in my employment; had she looked under the desk, and seen what I could see, there would have been no mystery at all.
From my hiding-place, I was at that very moment being treated to the sight of Aubrey stroking the coarse hair that covered her pussy. Although she always kept it well-trimmed, my boss still possessed a nice full bush, and watching her gently teasing her hard clit through the dark fur was more than I could bear. Leaning forward, I began to plant a flurry of soft kisses on her inner thighs, my hands massaging the warm flesh as I worked my way, slowly and gently, towards the very centre of her being. It must have been a struggle for Aubrey to keep a straight face, because I could feel her hips starting to buck ever so slightly, and sensed a quiver of sexual energy rippling through her body.
The other woman clearly sensed that something was amiss, because her voice changed suddenly, and she sounded genuinely concerned for my boss' health. Thankfully, Aubrey just shifted in her chair, gave a small cough, and muttered something about being stiff from sitting down all day; a comment which made my cock throb sympathetically. Taking one hand off her thigh, I reached down and slid it under the waistband of my trousers, pushing down on my hardening length and massaging the head with my fingers, desperately trying not to cry out in frustration as I felt it swell and twitch.
Aubrey's strokes were becoming more urgent now, and as my face brushed the back of her hand, I caught the unmistakable scent of her pussy juice; a heady, bitter-sweet musk that sent my mind whirling. Flicking my tongue out, I licked gently at my boss' fingers while she traced circles around her hardening clit, and she responded by sliding her hand further between her legs, pushing her long, chubby middle finger between her lips. The smell of her juices became stronger, and I gave the soft flesh of Aubrey's inner thigh another firm squeeze with my free hand, kissing her finger as it slowly glided in and out of her wet slit.
I was amazed that the woman standing not six inches behind my hiding place had not become suspicious; after all, Aubrey was now giving her pussy some serious attention, her hips thrusting forward so that her hard nub pressed against the heel of her hand. As for me, I was still showering kisses all over her thighs and basking in her heady, womanly aroma, occasionally nuzzling my face against her hand like a puppy, trying desperately to send a silent signal as to just how horny this was making me.
